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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Petunia_Evans_Dursley/Harry_Potter, Majorie_Dursley/Harry_Potter,
      Andromeda_Tonks/Harry_Potter, Narcissa_Black_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Petunia_Evans_Dursley, Hermione_Granger, Dolores_Umbridge,
      Majorie_Dursley, Andromeda_Tonks, Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Nymphadora
      Tonks, Susan_Bones, Hannah_Abbott, Minerva_McGonagall, Albus_Dumbledore,
      Severus_Snape, Pomona_Sprout, Amelia_Bones, Mrs_Zabini, Original_Female
      Character(s), Dudley_Dursley, Vernon_Dursley, Poppy_Pomfrey, Quirinus
      Quirrell, Dean_Thomas, Hagrid, Filch, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Femdom, foot_worship, Shoe_Sniffing, Abuse, Verbal_Abuse,
      Underage_-_Freeform, Extreme_Femdom, Spanking, Humiliation, Age
      Regression/De-Aging, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Teacher/Student,
      Lolita, Oral, Rape, Stripping, Multiple_Partners, Masturbation, Cum
      drinking, water_sports, Piss, human_toilet, handjob, ass_licking, Foot
      Fetish, Foot_licking, foot_sucking, Fingering, Anal, strapon, Oral_Sex,
      Edging, Orgasm_Denial, Hufflepuff!Harry, foot_rub, Footjob, shared_bath,
      blowjob, Teasing, shower_scene, Sex_Toys, Pet_Play, collaring, Orgy,
      malecum, cumdrinking, Malesub, Hidden_Desires, insertion, magical
      massage, Shower_Sex, Showers, Cameltoe, Public_Orgasm, female_cum, panty
      theft, Maledom, Foot_Massage, Stockings, virgin, pussy_licking, Engorgio,
      Ass_Play, Magical_Karma_Sutra, shared_shower
  Series:
      Part 10 of Erotica
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-02 Updated: 2018-03-21 Chapters: 9/? Words: 116141
****** Mudbloods and Cumbloods ******
by kellym01
Summary
     An Anthology of Harry Potter based smut, I take requests, Rated MA,
     no flames will be tolerated given the manner of the material.
***** Rules *****
Okay I am changing this fic to solely be Harry Potter smut because that's the
majority so far so I'm separating them, I'll post Movie Sluts again with the
list of films at the start to receive requests.
Same as my other anthologies I accept requests and contributions.
The minimum I need to know is the characters involved, the fetishes and the
catalyst that causes the sexual encounter to happen, below is the source
material I have seen.
Movies
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Books
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Still Reading)
Also I am currently running polls on default fetishes for characters for when
requests don't specify or for fun cameos – which can also inspire later
chapters – you can volunteer characters to be put in line for the poll, each
one gets a week to be voted on, this week is Tinkerbell from Peter Pan.
***** A Freak's Purpose *****
Characters: Harry Potter, Petunia Dursley
Categories: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Contains: Incest, Femdom, Foot Worship, Shoe Sniffing, Abuse, Verbal Abuse,
Underage, Extreme Femdom
A small frail, ten year old boy crouched by the fireplace, desperately dusting
the sooty surface, praying that no grains of soot fell onto the carpet, he
really didn't need another reason for his uncle to punish him, the very thought
terrified him enough to cause him to flinch, that round, fat, purple walrus
like face was the star of his nightmares. He possessed untidy jet-black hair,
startlingly green eyes with a pair of round frame black wiry glasses sat upon
his nose, thin pieces of tape holding the frame together. He was small, closer
to the size of a six year old than his actual age, if one lifted the very
'loose fitting' grey shirt, covered in dirt, dust and dark yellow and red
stains, you would be able to count each of his rips beneath his unhealthily
pale skin.
The sound of the front door unlocking caused the boy to flinch, he swallowed,
focusing on his work as the door opened and footsteps echoed throughout the
hall and drifted into the living room.
"Still not done yet freak." Sneered the familiar tone of his aunt's shrill
voice.
"Sorry Aunt Petunia." Harry droned, he heard his aunt step into the living and
make her way to a large arm chair, groaning as she felt the weight lift off her
feet, he cast a sparing glance backwards, feeling his heart drop as he noticed
the faint foot prints from his aunt's shoes, he stood to go fetch the dustpan
and brush, if his uncle saw the carpet like this…it wouldn't be pretty.
Petunia hated her nephew and often found herself looking for new ways to
torment the youth, as if trying to stomp out the constant reminder of her
sister and her inadequacies in comparison to her all so perfect sister. When
she came in she made sure to keep her flats on to ensure that she left an
additional mess for the boy to clean. She saw the boy slowly lift himself from
the carpet, apparently finished in cleaning the fireplace, obviously planning
to get the dustpan to clean up the mess she had made for him since he wasn't
allowed to use the vacuum. She smirked as a small thought occurred to her.
"Boy." She loved how he jolted when she called him, he fell still and slowly
turned to look at her feet, he hadn't dared to look her in the eye since he was
six when he did and found himself on the receiving end of Vernon's belt for
'giving her attitude' and was locked in his cupboard for three days without
dinner, only allowed some stale bread and water.
"Yes Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked timidly, Petunia smirked at the shaking boy.
"Take off my shoes and put them away." She fought the desire to laugh as the
boy shakily approached her and dropped to his knees and carefully took her left
foot, cradling her ankle before proceeding to slide off the old black flat, his
face twisting into a grimace as he caught a whiff of the vinegary stench from
it, burning his nostrils, shuddering in disgust.
"What is with that face boy!" She spat, her hand lashing out, gripping the
boy's shoulder and pulling him close, not caring the slightest as his pained
cries sounded. "Shut up." The boy grit her teeth, desperate to silence his
cries.
"I'm sorry Aunt Petunia, it was…erm…" He fell silent, what could he say? If he
lied he'd be beating within an inch of his life, but he couldn't insult his
aunt by admitting that her flats had a terrible stench to them.
"Spit it out boy!"
"N-Nothing…I-I…hurt myself earlier…" He cried in desperation.
Petunia smirked at the child. She had been teased when she was younger about
how her feet had smelled, the irony of her name had not been lost on the
children, neither was the fact that her feet smelt more akin to rancid vinegar
than a flower, she'd felt so self-conscious about them she didn't take her
shoes off outside of her room until she was in her late teens. But now she was
grateful for her stinky feet.
"You're lying to me." Harry froze. "I know why you grimaced like that, you
don't like your Aunt's feet."
"N-No…" Harry began.
"Don't lie to me." Harry felt his heart pounding within his chest, he gulped.
"Hmm well if I am wrong then go ahead and prove it, smell my shoe and tell me
how much you love it."
Harry paled at the command; he knew his situation would get even worse if he
didn't obey. His Aunt released him, causing the small boy to fall on his tiny
butt, wincing in pain but holding back his grunt.
"Sniff it." Petunia pressed.
Harry shakily picked up the worn flat; sections of the sole had been worn away
by his aunt's foot sweat, worn away. He slowly rotated it in his hand, the shoe
itself at least three times the size of his tiny hands, he slowly moved the
opening of the shoe close to his face.
He took a light sniff, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes watering as
the rancid stench infiltrated his tiny nose, his hands becoming tiny fists as
he tried to stop himself from bursting into a fit of coughs. It was like mouldy
cheese dipped in vinegar.
"Do you like it boy? DO you like it you little freak? Hmm are you a little foot
freak?" Petunia sneered, a tight scowl upon her face, her eyes narrowed, Harry
flinched, wishing to be in his cupboard so he could curl into a tight ball in
his cot and hide.
"N-No m-ma'am…please I-I-I'll be good…I'm sor-sorry I-I ins-insulted you."
Harry cried, tears sliding down his cheeks.
"Like you'll ever be good you disgusting freak! Go on keep sniffing, sniff
louder and harder!"
Harry wished he could run away but where could he go? And even if he tried his
aunt would catch him before he reached the door and got into the hallway. And
he knew if he tried things would get even worse for him, the beating he would
receive if he tried to run away, followed by the…he shuddered…the starvation he
doubted he would survive. He flinched at the thought of starving to death in
the cupboard under the stairs he quickly obeyed his Aunt Petunia.
Squeezing his eyes shut he pressed the opening of the flat against his face. He
sniffed loudly, the horrid stench filling his nose, his head, his lungs, he
gasped and began to cough violently, his vision blurring as his eyes filled
with water, her stomach churning as it tried to throw up none existent food,
double over he began choking, holding the shoe against his stomach, rocking in
place.
His cruel aunt laughed at the pathetic site of her malnourished nephew coughed
violently after smelling her stinky shoes, she actually felt a swell of pride
at the display.
"Keep sniffing freak!" Petunia laughed.
Harry pressed the shoe back against his face and resumed forcefully sniffing
the rancid shoe, his chest starting to ache as he was forced to inhale the
semi-toxic fumes of the worn, still warm flat. His aunt continuing to laugh
until he started to sway, still paling, threatening to faint.
"Enough put my shoes down boy." For once Harry felt relieved to hear his aunt's
shrill voice, he pulled the shoe away from his face, leaving a faint outline of
the shoe opening forged by the grime that decorated the opening.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry answered as he lightly swayed, hoping his aunt would
let him resume his chores.
"So you think my feet are stinky? Well little freak I guess you'll have to fix
that and clean the smell off them with that freakish tongue of yours, it's
about the only use for it anyway." Petunia extended her mature sweaty sole
towards her nephew.
Harry inched back, feeling truly sick as he eyed the sweat coated red sole.
"P-P-Please Aunt Petunia…please…I-I'll b-be good…"
"Shut up freak, you should be thanking me I'm allowing you to do this; you
should kiss my big toe as thank you! You're worth less than the grime between
my sweaty, stinky toes." Petunia scolded.
Harry flinched and found himself inching closer to the mature foot, the horrid
stench growing stronger the closer he got.
"That's right, kneel down, freaks like you should bow down before their
superiors." Harry fully kneeled before her, the sweaty sole inches from his
face. "You thought my shoes smelt strong, wait until you get a taste of my bare
feet." Petunia gloated.
"Stick out your tongue." She instructed with a smug expression, why hadn't she
thought of this before?
Whimpering Harry reluctantly obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut again.
"Opening your eyes boy! And lick my foot!" Petunia spat. Harry flinched,
shakily opening his eyes and moving his face forward until the tip of his small
tongue touched down against the middle of the putrid sole, his taste buds
violated by the salty 'flavour'. It was far worse than the horrid stench,
acidic, vinegary tastes assaulting his developing tongue. His eyes fought to
close tightly his hands balled into fists on his knees at the repulsive taste.
His expression enticing another burst of laughter from his aunt, encouraging
her to push her foot forward, until it was firmly pressed against his face,
hiding it almost completely beneath her sweaty sole, her toes casually
spreading over his face and wiggling against his messy hair.
"What's wrong boy, my foot not as delicious as you hoped? Where's my thank you
for this honour boy?" Petunia pushed smugly, her eyes dancing with excitement,
pulling her foot back to reveal her nephew's now foot sweat covered face, his
black hair clinging to his forehead by through her foot sweat.
"Th-Thank you." Harry stammered, pushing himself closer and bestowing a kiss
upon his aunt's big toe, shivering in disgust as he felt the toe sweat coat his
lips, her toenail pressing into the ridge of his upper lip.
Petunia pushed her foot forward, her big popping into her nephew's mouth, the
boy's face once again scrunching in disgust, she wiggled her big toe in his
mouth, poking his tongue with it, it felt exhilarating to do this to her
freakish nephew.
"Looks like we've finally found something you're truly good for, cleaning my
sweaty feet." Petunia laughed, Harry paled at the thought, she removed her toe
from his mouth. "Remove my other shoe boy, kiss it and thank me for this
honour."
Harry timidly moved his sweat covered face towards the shoed foot, pursing his
lips he kissed the tip before sliding the second shoe off her bare foot,
Petunia wiggled her toes, wafting her cheesy, vinegary stench towards her
nephew, loving how he shivered in disgust.
"You better find a way to love the smell of my stinky feet boy, because this is
going to be your newest chore, pampering them." She laughed, pressing now bare
foot against his face before swiftly pulling it back. "Lie down foot boy." She
smirked, Harry gulped as he laid down at the foot of her chair, his aunt then
proceeded to place her right foot atop his small face, covering his mouth and
chin while the side of her foot pressed against his nose, forcing him to inhale
her foot stink before placing the her left atop the top of his legs. She
proceeded to lightly grind her foot against his face, wiping her foot sweat off
on him.
"You make a good footstool." She chuckled. "Now you're going to stay here and
lick my feet, when Vernon and Dudley get home I might let you up so Vernon can
punish you for not completing your chores or I may share with them my latest
use for freaks like you." She smirked as felt the boy start to shake under her
sweaty feet.
"Now start licking boy, you're not on a break." Petunia scolded, applying
additional pressure to the boy's head beneath her hot sole until she felt his
tiny tongue start lashing at her salty sole, licking it, she felt pleasurable
shivers, made all the more pleasurable at the knowledge it was her perfect
sister's son beneath her feet, licking them.
Harry's heart filled with dread as he thought of what the future held for him.
"And from now on boy you are to lick my shoes clean, inside and out, if you're
good I might even let you clean a couple pairs while you're in that cupboard of
yours, actually do something with all that time you waste in there, you
pathetic free loader." Petunia continued as she laid back, her eyes closing as
she began to relax as her nephew continued to act as her footstool, smelling
and licking her feet as she began thinking up of new ways to torture him with
this new development.
A/N This was uploaded with the permission of the original writer Carl from from
the interactive story Harry Potter Femdom, I seriously recommend you checking
more by this author if you liked this oneshot.
***** Announcement *****
Happy New Year
I don't know if I'll get chance to write a special this time and since no
submissions were made there is no material to post.
However, I have decided to launch polls for each Disney character to determine
a 'default fetish' to use for the character whenever the request or chapter
doesn't assign that character a fetish. Each poll will be up for one week
before the next girl gets posted, I'll record results on my profile as they
appear - I will also eventually branch out to other characters.
I am going to leave this author note on this site so any readers who are unable
to vote in the poll on fanfiction can vote on here instead - not when each poll
ends I stop taking votes for that count - the first girl end 05/01/2018 - every
one will get one week, this time I will paste in the options to select from but
with every other girl you'll have to check out the selection provided to see
what I put or just write what you want on here and hope it wins.
Once again Happy New Year.
 
Also you are allowed 3 choices each due to the number of options.
 
Tiana
 
Suck Cock
Queening
Domination (Giver)
Vore Others (Shrunk)
Psychrophilia (Being cold and watching others who are cold)
Giantess Others
Vore Others (Normal)
Collaring
Fire Play
Scat Play
Garbage (Bagging)
Golden Shower (Receiver)
Wax Play
Switch
Bondage (Receiver)
Harem
Vored (Normal) - to be eaten
Necrophilia
Furry
Babygirl
Futanari (Other)
Humiliation (Giver)
Pygophilia (Arousel to buttocks)
Vored (Shrunk) - to be eaten
Drinking Cum
Sadism (Causing pain)
Garbage (Bagged)
Trample
Masochism (Experiencing pain)
Ice Play
Voyeurism
Shrunk Self
Enema
Foot Fetish
Spanking (Giver)
Vanilla
Slave/Master
Food Play
Humiliation (Receiver)
Incest
Sensory Deprivation
Master/slave
Lick Pussy
Collared
Swinging
Spitting
Shrinking Others
Anal (Giver)
Frotteurism (Touching a stranger surreptitiously in a crowded place)
Exhibitionism
Breath Play
Pteronphilia (Being tickled by feathers)
Golden Shower (Giver)
Pet Play
Age Play
Mommy
Futanari (Her)
Sensation Play
Titillagnia (Tickling other people)
Blood Choking
Rough Sex
Anal (Receiver)
Rape Play (Raped)
Knismolagnia (Been tickled)
TPE (Total Power Exchange) receiver
Domination (Receiver)
CBT (Cock and Ball Torture)
Spanking (Receiver)
TPE (Total Power Exchange) Giver
Bondage (Giver)
Giantess Self
***** Spank the Mudblood *****
Title: Spank the Mudblood
Categories: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Characters: Umbridge, Hermione
Contains: De-aging, Lolita, Spanking, Femdom, Teacher/Student
Co-Authored By: Darkness Rissing
Started: 24/01/2018
Finished: 24/01/2018
Hermione looked around the office, the walls decorated with plates with moving
images of cats, balling and releasing her fists nervously. Her bushy brown hair
reaching down to her upper back matching her brown eyes, a red and yellow tie
around her neck over her white blouse that rested beneath her grey v-collar
long sleeved jumper with red, yellow, red colour bands on the collar and jumper
bottom, a sewn twenty four pleats grey skirt stopping at her knees and black
socks reaching up to just below her knees, her feet clad in black rounded toes
Mary Janes shoes.
"One or two dear?" Asked a fake sickly sweet voice.
She turned to face the woman who sat in front of her, a short squat woman
resembling a large pale toad with a broad, flabby face, a wide, slack mouth and
a little neck, her eyes bulging and pouchy, filled with her retched smugness,
her mouse hair wearing a black velvet bow like a small fly perched atop the
toad. She wore a pink fuzzy cardigan top over her pink dress.
Hermione said nothing and simply glared at the toad-like woman.
Umbridge continued to send to send her that sickly sweet smile, Hermione wished
she could slap that horrid smile off her face.
"Now dear there is no reason to act so childish, we can both be civilized...one
or two?"
Hermione felt her cheeks burn with anger and with a small huff she answered.
"One I suppose."
"See that wasn't so difficult now was it?" smiled the toad as she dropped a
single sugar cube into a cup of tea and carefully passed it to the girl. "I
find tea can be very calming…it really helps me when I have to deal with unruly
students like you and your friends, especially that Mr Potter." She continued
as she added a cube to her own cup and lightly stirred it in with a small spoon
before taking a sip. "Now don't let it get cold dearie, I do so dislike waste."
She insisted, sipping her own again.
Hermione grit her teeth, biting back her retort. She was just trying to goad
her, anything she says will only make the situation even worse. She slowly
lifted the dainty cup to her lips and took a mouthful of it. When was she going
to get to the point?
"Now." Umbridge continued, "down to business." She put the cup down on her
desk. "I'm sad to say this, but I'm disappointed in you Miss Granger."
Hermione clenched her jaw again, briefly thinking back to their 'Defence
Against the Dark Arts' class, she'd spoken up in support of Harry, that he
wouldn't lie about something so important and terrible like Voldemort's return
was given detention to serve that night at 7'o clock.
"I thought I was clear that any form of insubordination would not be tolerated
anymore...yet you insist of raising your voice supporting the dangerous
illusions and lies of your friend Mr Potter."
"Harry was telling the truth, he wouldn't lie about this!" Hermione
interrupted, standing up from her seat and slamming her cup on the desk.
"There! You demonstrate my point exactly." Said Umbridge calmly. "You call
yourself a model student." She carefully stood from her own chair, looking
oddly taller than she had before to Hermione. "Yet you act like any other
petulant brat." She walked round her desk and approached the girl. Hermione was
now certain she looked taller, before she had been a bit taller than the
'professor' but now she barely reached the woman's chest, and when she thought
about it for a moment she noticed that even the room was looking bigger...and
her clothes were suddenly feeling loose and baggier.
"So I have decided that if you are going to act like a brat, I will have to
discipline you like one."
It finally dawned on Hermione; it wasn't that the pink toad was growing
taller…but that she was getting smaller.
She looked down, her shirt and jumper were now really baggy, her chest was
almost flat again, she could feel her bra dropping. her skirt fell down her
legs before she could grab it, pooling round her now oversized shoes, her pink
panties sliding down to join them as she tried in vain to grab them through her
jumper which was now looking more like a dress on her petite form. She looked
back to Umbridge, now eye level with the woman's thighs, looking up she saw
that horrid, cruel smile that would star in her nightmares after today. She
could feel her front teeth lengthening again, regaining her buckteeth status.
The girl paled considerably as she realised with horror as her body returned to
be the one ofa child, she wasn't sure whether she was eleven or twelve.
"What-what did you do to me?!" Hermione asked in horror, even her voice sounded
childish.
"Like I said, if you insist on acting like a brat," Umbridge began calmly as
she stepped closer to the now much smaller girl, "then I will treat you like
one and if you enjoy acting like one so much then you should look the part."
There was that smile again, even bigger than before as Hermione pushed her
jumper down to conceal her modesty, even her sock had fallen now. "I was able
to get a vial of de-aging potion from Professor Snape's stores while I was
assessing his work space." Her hand suddenly lashed out and roughly took hold
of Hermione's arm, smirking at her sudden scream. "And now I can punish you
accordingly."
"What are you doing? Let me go! You can't do this!" Hermione screamed, trying
to force the toad to release her hold in vain, the toad's hold much too strong
for her. Umbridge was now more than happy about the silencing charm she'd
placed on her office, she could make the mudblood scream all she wanted and no
one would hear her. She began to drag her, her smirk growing as the girl
stumbled out of the pile of clothes, nearly falling over until Umbridge roughly
pulled her back to her feet, Hermione felt like her arm was about to be yanked
from her socket, she glanced down at her naked feet, if it wasn't for her
jumper and shirt reaching down to just above her ankles she would be completely
naked, and it was rather hard to walk.
Umbridge dragged the little girl back to the other side of her desk, smirking
as she tried pathetically to pull away. She sat in her desk chair and with a
sharp yank pulled the girl over her lap, forcing her to lie on her stomach as
she pinned her down.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, her fear more than evident in her voice,
she could feel her body trembling in Umbridge's lap, her cheeks burning with
embarrassment and terror.
"Punish you like the troublesome brat you are." Umbridge said calmly as her
other hand grasped the hem Hermione's jumper and shirt and proceeded to hike it
up, pulling it back until her small, naked butt was revealed. "And when it
comes troublesome children only one thing can set them straight." She lifted
her hand into the air.
"Wait you are not going to...?
SLAP
"Ahhhhh"
A large pink handprint formed across her butt cheeks.
SLAP
"Noooo!"
She could feel tears welling in her eyes.
SLAP
"That hurts!"
She could feel her voice approaching its breaking point as tears trailed down
her cheeks, she began to kick her legs, trying to escape, Umbridge held her
firmly in place.
SLAP
"Stop!"
That one had been even harder, she stopped her kicking, her butt was now
covered in red handprints.
Hermione continued to cry, the humiliation of Umbridge continuing to spank her
like a child combined with the pain was unbearable, each hit stinging more than
the last, bringing new jolts of pain as her tears flowed freely.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Umbridge didn't have any mercy as she focused all her attention on spanking the
soft flesh as hard as she could, determined to ensure that every time the girl
sat down she would be reminded of this punishment, the filthy mudblood didn't
even deserve to be in this school.
SLAP
"That's it, you know you deserve this. Deep down you know that you deserve to
be punished." Umbridge said in her sickly sweet voice, even patting Hermione's
red rear before going in for another slap, happy she was no longer screaming.
Hermione felt a familiar 'tingling' feeling between her thighs, she grit her
teeth as the hand came down again.
SLAP
She felt like she had butterflies in her stomach, a familiar feeling of disgust
and an unease settling in at the thought that she might be enjoying the old
toad spanking her.
SLAP
More tears slid down her cheeks, her ass cheeks stinging, screaming out in
pain. Why did the pain also feel good?
SLAP
Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat, her hands balling into fists,
filled with the pink of fabric of her 'professor's' clothing.
SLAP
Despite herself she felt her cheeks turn redder though more from embarrassment
than anger.
SLAP
Her whole body jerked that time, her hairless crotch briefly grinding against
the toad's lap, she squeaked, pressing her lips together and squeezing her eyes
shut to prevent her moan from escaping.
SLAP
She jolted again, another squeak escaping her as she pressed her lips together
even tighter. Unable to stop herself she lightly began to squirm in the giant
pink lap, her ass screaming with pain while her prepubescent pussy burned with
desire, no doubt in Hermione's mind it was already wet like it had been the
first time she found a…mature book hidden away in the Hogwarts Library in the
Restricted Section, she didn't know how much longer she could hold back.
SLAP
Umbridge's smug eyes narrowed, her sickly sweet smile dipping into a frown,
glaring at the squirming girl in her lap, mocking her by wiggling her glowing
ass. She grit her teeth, she would teach this mudblood a lesson no matter what.
She lifted her hand again and brought it down hard.
SLAP!
Her palm stung with the contact, her wrist cracking as she grit her teeth
through the pain before giving into her frustration, a red mist descending into
her mind.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
"Aiiieeee!" Hermione screamed as her entire body started to convulse, her
virgin, tight pussy contracting in on itself, before finally erupting ,
creaming the pink fabric beneath it . She froze her, her cheeks burning red,
her hear skipping a beat as she waited Umbridge's reaction.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Finally Umbridge stopped spanking her, breathing heavily, after several deep
breaths she regained her composure, the red mist faded and she lowered her
hand, now burning with pain, though not nearly as much as Hermione's ass that
was now a mixture of red and purple hand prints covering it up.
Hermione was trembling in Umbridge's lap, her pussy still oozing its cum into
her lap, blushing from head to toe, her shirt beneath her jumper lightly
dampened with her sweat.
SLAP
Hermione jerked again, rubbing her wet pussy against the fabric. Umbridge went
rigid, her jaw clenched again, she lifted both hands and suddenly violently
pushed the girl from her lap, barley noticing how her head caught the desk on
the way down.
Umbridge stood up abruptly, looking down at her pink skirt, her face turning
completely red as she stared at the wet stain left by her pupil's sex.
Hermione looked up, her face deathly pale, the fury in Umbridge's eyes was
terrifying to her child form; slowly turning on the floor until she was no
longer sprawled on the floor only to wince and hiss in pain as her abused ass
touched the floor. Umbridge's gaze shot to her.
"Get out!" Umbridge growled, drawing her wand.
Hermione squealed, stumbling to her feet and making a runner for the door,
barley pausing her stride to grab her clothes, hugging them against her chest
as she ran to the door, unwittingly holding her jumper and shirt in its hiked
position and she flung the door open and leapt out, barley dodging a cutting
hex from the 'professor' as she ran through the mostly deserted halls, her half
naked child body on full display as she took her tiny strides, ignoring the
strange looks the portraits sent her.
Umbridge glared after her from her office, making a mental note to give the
girl detention for the rest of the month and this time have her use the blood
quill on her ass.
"Filthy mudblood." She muttered under her breath, her jaw still clenched;
though if it hadn't been for the stain and the insult of it all she would find
it amusing for a mudblood to truly accept its place beneath a pureblood.
A/N Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, something me and Darkness Rissing
discussed before the new year and wanted to try. Don't forget to cast your
vote, Elsa's fetish will be decided in two days on the 26th and feel free to
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***** Know Your Place 1-7 *****
Contribution
Title: Know Your Place
Author: Oraldeviant
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Petunia Dursley, Marjorie "Marge" Dursley, Andromeda
Tonks
Contains: Multiple Partners, Masturbation, Incest, Rape, Cum Drinking, Water
Sports, Piss, Human Toilet, Underage, Teacher/Student, Stripping
Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training
will have far reaching consequences.
Chapter 1
Petunia Dursley was frustrated. Beyond frustrated in fact. Ever since Dudley
was born Vernon had been ignoring her in bed and to make matters worse she was
fairly sure he was fucking that hussy secretary of his.
This is how we find her one Tuesday night, sipping tea in the living room
flipping through TV channels, trying to find something to help her get off.
Finding an adult film going she sees a young bespectacled man eating out a
housewife, which instantly gets her mind churning. Thoughts of the five year
old freak in the cupboard starts flitting through her head as her hand reaches
into her panties. After all, she was clothing, feeding and providing a roof for
the freak, why would it be wrong if she started demanding some rent in return.
Her fingers were pumping into her pussy as the image of the freak running his
tongue up and down her slit made her wet beyond belief and it didn't take long
until she exploded around her fingers, shuddering and shaking on the living
room sofa, experiencing one of the best orgasms of her life. Surprised at her
reaction but delighted at the mellow afterglow she was experiencing, Petunia
starts planning for the next day.
Waking up the next morning Petunia starts her usual routine of walking past the
freaks cupboard and banging on the door.
"Wake up freak; it's time to get breakfast ready!"
Making sure breakfast is being prepared she heads for the shower. This time
however she takes out her old shaving kit and carefully shaves her pussy bare,
as she wants nothing to come in the way of her plans for later. Not having
bothered with shaving in several years she runs a hand down her smooth lips,
quivering in excitement of what's to come.
After a quick breakfast and seeing Vernon off to work she set Harry to do the
chores as usual. Once it was time for Dudley's nap however, Petunia quickly
grabbed the freak cleaning the dishes and dragged him into their bedroom.
"W-what's going on Aunt Petunia?" Harry wondered, he never got out of his
chores early and was worried he was getting punished.
"It's time for you to learn your place freak!" she hissed at him as he pushed
him down on the bed. "Now shut up and listen, if you say a word or raise your
voice I'll tell Vernon to take out the belt on you!"
Harry quickly lied down on the bed and clamped his jaw shut, he had only
experienced the belt once but that was enough for him to know that he never
wanted to feel it again. As he laid down he briefly wondered about the towel
laid out under his head.
Petunia quickly discarded her dress, pulled down her panties and climbed up on
top of Harry, already feeling her pussy starting to get wet.
"Now see here freak, I will only explain this once so pay attention!" she
hissed as she brought her pussy in front of Harry's face.
"You have grown old enough to start repaying all the kindness we have shown you
so far and you will do it by helping me relieve some stress."
"All women have needs so pay close attention so you know how to do it."
Slowly running her hands down her body, she brought her fingers to her pussy
and spread it in front of Harry's eyes.
"This is a woman's pussy, touching it brings a woman great pleasure and from
now on you will be performing oral sex for me, which means that you will use
your mouth to pleasure me."
"Now that little button at the top is my clitoris, touching it feels amazing
for a woman but you must never do it when her pussy is dry."
"Always use your tongue and lips and plenty of spit to provide lubrication when
you lick a woman's pussy."
Petunia was dripping by now and Harry couldn't help but try to edge away from
the foreign smell that was invading his nostrils. Petunia quickly grabbed his
ear and twisted hard, causing Harry to cringe and stop his struggles.
"Good, any time you show any hesitation I will be forced to punish you, do you
understand me freak?"
Harry quietly nodded bringing a small malicious smile to Petunias face.
"Now when you lick me you will swallow anything and everything that leaks out
of my pussy, do you understand me?"
After another hard twist of the ear she got a nod out of the little freak.
"Good, it's time to get to work then" Petunia said as she lowered her dripping
pussy onto Harry's face. At first he kept his lips tightly shut but after
Petunia moved her hand towards his ear he quickly got to work, tentatively
running his tongue over her slit. The feel of his tongue worming up and down
her pussy felt heavenly and she could feel herself dripping all over his face.
One stern look later and she was pleased to see the freak swallowing
frequently.
"Ahh, that's good freak, know your place. Now use your fingers to spread my
pussy…ahhhh that's it freak!"
Harry was desperately trying to breathe, swallow and lick while enduring the
musky scent and sour taste that was flooding his mouth. As he spread her pussy
he started probing his tongue into her hole as she commanded, feeling her
wetness running down his throat and chin. He soon saw the button, the clitoris
she called it, protrude slightly and wrapped his lips around it, sucking and
licking as he was told. This seem to drive Aunt Petunia wild as she bucked her
hips on his face and moaned loudly, alternating between a drawn out
"Yeeeesssss" and moans about a "good freak". Now Harry had never been called a
good anything, and suddenly hearing that from his Aunt's mouth made him
redouble his efforts, lapping and sucking at the musky hole being grinded into
his mouth. This all turned out to be too much for Petunia, having been without
any real physical contact for years, she quickly came like a freight-train,
quivering and shaking while flooding Harry's mouth and the towel beneath his
head.
Letting the dog-like lapping and swallowing of the freak under her bring her
down from her orgasm, Petunia slowly climbed off Harry with shaky legs.
"Good, it seems we have found something you are capable of doing freak, this
will be a daily occurrence from now on, now go back to your chores."
"Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry said while shuffling out to finish the dishes.
Chapter 2
The day started as usual, with Harry being woken by Petunia hammering on his
cupboard door. He quickly got to work on breakfast and when the coffee was done
Vernon lumbered down to have his fill.
This day was going to be different however, as when Petunia sat at the table
she started bringing up the need to give Dudley's second room to the freak.
Vernon was initially against the idea of anything of Dudley's ending up in the
freak's hands, but her argument of what might happen in a year when the freak
started school and people asked him about his room made him change his mind.
Not to mention she really didn't want anyone investigating what else might be
going on in the house; Vernon didn't need to know that though.
Dudley thought about complaining but seeing Petunia's face he realized it was
one of those rare times where it simply wasn't worth it.
When Vernon had left for work and it was time for Dudley's nap, Petunia went
over to Harry.
"As it seems like you have learned your proper place I have decided it is time
for you to receive your own room."
Now the reason for Harry getting the room had little to do with his oral
talents and everything to do with keeping them a secret, however Petunia
thought a bit of manipulation would make her life easier and controlling the
freak easier. Seeing Harry's face light up in wonder she realized it was one of
her better ideas.
"Move all of your own things into the room and once Dudley's nap is over, move
his things into his own room, and be quick about it!"
"Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry practically ran into his cupboard to move his things,
being ecstatic at the idea of finally having his own room. As he moved his new
things into place Harry was certain the only reason he was given the room was
because of his new role, so he decided to be careful to not displease his Aunt
in case he lost the privileges he had just gained.
Once done he walked back into the kitchen, whereas he wouldn't have minded
lazing in the bed, there would be hell to pay if he was caught. His Aunt was
sitting at the table sipping tea looking outwardly calm, yet when her eyes
landed on the freak a small smirk grew on her lips.
"Done then? Good, it is time for your new additional chore then."
"Crawl under the table freak."
Harry quickly crawled under the table and looked up into the lust clouded eyes
of his Aunt as she spread her legs.
"Take off my panties and get to work freak!" Harry hesitated having never been
allowed to touch his Aunt, let alone her clothing, however when his Aunt asked
if perhaps he hadn't earned his new room after all, he quickly reached up and
pulled down her plain white cotton panties. Now that he knew that sleeping
somewhere else besides his dank dark cupboard was an option, he'd do anything
to not have to return there.
Petunia took her cup of tea in hand, leaned back and spread her legs wider to
give the freak better access. As she felt his tongue start sliding up her slit
she couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't done this sooner.
"Uhhhh, that's good freak! Make sure you lick and swallow everything, I want no
stains on the ahhhhhhh chair."
Harry reached up with both his hands to spread to her pussy, shoving his tongue
deep into her wet hole, hoping to get her off fast to avoid having to taste her
for long. Petunia realized the reason behind the freaks enthusiasm and smiled
widely.
"Ahh freak you'll get used to taste soon enough, you'll be uhhhhh tasting it
for a long time."
Harry licked and swallowed dutifully until Petunia felt herself getting close
and snaked her fingers into his hair, grinding his face into her clit.
Understanding what his Aunt wanted Harry wrapped his lips around her clit and
sucked and licked as she exploded into his mouth. Her thighs quivered as she
wrapped them around his head as she rode out her orgasm.
"Mmmm make sure you clean up everything freak!" She smiled as she guided his
tongue around with her iron grip of his hair, making sure her thighs, the
chair, her anus and pussy were sparkling clean. Feeling herself start to get
excited again she decided it was time to end it, the freak had a lot of chores
to get done today.
"Good job freak, it seems you have found your place in this household. Now go
finish the rest of your chores and remember to move Dudley's toys!"
Being told he did a good job made Harry feel better, yet when he walked away he
was still wishing for a glass of water to get the bitter taste out of his
mouth.
The same pattern continued for the next couple of months, with Harry helping
Petunia relieve her stress whenever Dudley and Vernon were not around. Petunia
started to revel in the sense of power she had over the freak not to mention
the sexual release she was finally getting on a daily basis.
Petunia turned much stricter and was quick to react if there was any form of
hesitation from Harry when she wanted release, twisting his ears and
occasionally slapping him around if he didn't respond quickly enough. The
strict discipline combined with the praise she always gave afterwards made
Harry start to anticipate pleasing his Aunt whenever they were alone. At the
slightest hint of her wanting to use his mouth he would dive in, which pleased
his Aunt greatly, as she finally had the sort of service she wanted. The taste
and smell no longer bothered him as much, having licked and swallowed so many
times that he could now mostly ignore the taste of her pussy.
Little did he know this was just the start of things to come.
Chapter 3
Petunia smiled a mischievous smile as she calmly sipped her tea while surveying
the freak preparing breakfast, her anticipation for the coming weeks leaving
her almost giddy with excitement. Vernon had left for a two week business trip
earlier in the morning, giving Petunia free reign to have fun with the freak
when Dudley wasn't around. As soon as Vernon was out the door she had had the
freak eat her out under the kitchen table, leaving her with a mellow afterglow
and a great start to the day.
The time she had spent cultivating her relationship with the freak was greatly
paying off, he lapped up compliments with the same fervour that he lapped her
pussy and responded to all her demands without hesitation.
Getting through the day until she could put Dudley in bed was almost torturous
as she felt wetness between her legs whenever she laid eyes on the freak. Her
eyes lit up as she saw Dudley yawn widely, signalling it was time for him to
get some sleep and for her to start her additional activities.
After tucking in Dudley she headed for her evening shower, changing into her
terry cloth bathrobe before walking to Harry's room. She opened the door
without bothering to knock, it was not like the freak could or even would
consider demanding otherwise.
"Freak, follow me."
Recognizing his Aunt's tone of voice Harry quickly followed her into the
bathroom, five months of instantaneous pain whenever he was slow to obey had
made him very quick to react to his Aunt's demands. He knew she disliked when
he spoke and generally preferred silent obedience.
The Dursley's bathroom was a simple white tiled small room, with a bathtub
combined with a shower on one side and a small toilet with a sink and cupboard
next to it on the other side of the room.
Petunia disrobed and stepped into the tub, turning on a warm spray of water as
she sat down leaning against one side. Picking a bottle of shampoo off the
shelf she handed it to Harry.
"Take off your clothes and massage that into my hair, if you tear at it you
will be in a world of pain."
Enjoying the soothing hot water she leaned her head back, enjoying the feel of
the freaks hands pampering her hair as he tried to work the shampoo in. The
total power she had over him only added to the feeling and she soon felt
familiar tingles in her groin.
"That's enough, now get into the tub and put your mouth to use."
Watching him obediently climb in and kneel in front of her, she felt the usual
warm feeling flush through her body and quickly brought his face to her shaved
pussy. The freak instantly started enthusiastically licking and sucking,
bringing a content smile to her face as she enjoyed the fruits of his training.
Harry's pussy eating has improved greatly over the months, which was not overly
surprising, as it was the only action that gained him what he desperately
craved, approval and praise from his Aunt. Harry could attribute all his
improved living conditions, from his new room to his larger meals to the day
when he started servicing his Aunt and was terrified of things ever returning
to the way they were. He had no wish to sit hungry in his dark cupboard ever
again.
His tongue was dipping into every nook and cranny, scooping up her wetness
wherever he found it and he soon brought his lips to circle her protruding clit
while softly lapping and sucking at it. He could feel his Aunt's legs quiver
and her breathing speed up as he put more effort into dragging his tongue
across her nub.
Petunia felt her orgasm wash over her as the freaks skilled tongue brought her
to completion, watching him swallow and continue licking as he was trained,
making her press her head against the porcelain in bliss. The added element of
the shower however made Petunias urge to pee almost overwhelming and a twisted
smirk grew on her face.
"Freak, it is time for the next step in your training, open your mouth wide and
wrap your lips around my pussy and get ready to swallow."
Harry wondering what was going on did as he was told, clamping his lips around
her pussy with his mouth spread as wide as he could. Feeling a steady stream of
warm bitter fluids start to tinkle into his mouth he quickly realized what was
going on, his Aunt was pissing into him! Flinching he tried to move away, only
to feel his Aunt's hand roughly grab his hair and pull him back to her pussy.
"Now there will be none of that freak, you will learn your place and do as you
are told! You should be happy I have found another use for you! Keep swallowing
and do not spill a drop!"
Cringing Harry did as he was told, trying desperately to ignore the taste and
overwhelming warmth of his Aunt's pee running down his throat.
Petunia was delighted, she had expected more resistance but the look of the
little teary eyed freak swallowing her piss made her feel heady with power.
Feeling the last of her bladder emptying into his swallowing mouth she smiled
widely.
"Mmm that's good, now make sure you clean me up with tongue of yours. This will
be a new part of our routine. That is unless you feel like you're too good for
this and would rather return to your cupboard?"
The brief flash of terror that passed through Harry's eyes was all the
confirmation Petunia needed and she soon felt his tongue cleaning her all over.
Leaning her head back she relaxed her grip on his hair and simply enjoyed the
feeling of her pussy being lavished with licks and sucking. After a few minutes
she decided it was time to give the freak his next orders for Vernon's business
trip. First however, she had to give him the usual positive reinforcement as
she had quickly realized that a kind word mixed in every now and then worked
far better than continually using the stick.
"Good, that's enough freak, very well done, you have been improving greatly."
Harry couldn't help the tentative smile that spread on his face as he heard the
words pass from his Aunt's smiling lips, compliments were a rarity for him and
Aunt Petunia would only give him one if she was very pleased. Even the taste of
what he had just swallowed didn't seem as bad now.
"Now pay attention, Vernon will be gone for two weeks, during these weeks you
will wake me up each and every morning by servicing me. I need to be up by
eight, so ten minutes to eight you will sneak into my bedroom and fulfil your
usual task, understood?"
Harry nodded, not at all bothered as it meant he got to sleep later than usual,
not having to prepare the usual massive breakfast for Vernon.
"I assume I don't need to tell you what will happen should you be late or wake
Dudley?" She added as she levelled a stern glare on him.
Harry paled and quickly nodded again. Petunia smiled as she stepped out of the
bathtub, wrapping herself in her bathrobe again. As she walked out the door she
added her last order,
"Very good, now wipe down the floor and go to sleep."
"Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry replied as he picked up the mop from the corner,
missing Petunia's wide smile at his continued obedience, as well as her joy of
gaining both a new 'toilet' and 'alarm clock'.
Chapter 4
Petunia felt herself being slowly woken up from a pleasant dream, feeling a
shimmering wet heat in her groin. As she came to she recognized it as the same
feeling she had experienced every morning for the last two weeks, a small warm
tongue lapping gently at her folds. She smiled contently as she stretched her
arms behind her head, spreading her legs wider to give her little toy better
access. The freak had been an absolutely fantastic little alarm clock during
the time Vernon was out of the house and she was definitively going to miss
these divine mornings.
When Harry saw his Aunt's legs move around his head he realized she had woken
up and started using his hands to spread her pussy as his tongue delved deeper
into her musky hole. He used deep long licks, making sure to swallow in
between. He had left a stain on her sheets the first morning, which had greatly
angered his Aunt. After being asked if he considered himself too good to
swallow what she was offering she had twisted his ear and forced his head down
to the sheet, having him lick the fabric for the next fifteen minutes while
painfully twisting his hand behind his back. There had been no more stains
after that.
Hearing her quickening breathing and feeling a hand on the back of his head
Harry redoubled his efforts, focusing his mouth on her clit. This made her moan
loudly and he soon felt her hump his face in obvious pleasure before she
suddenly wrapped her thighs around his head, shaking like a leaf and flooding
his mouth with her juices. Recognizing her orgasm for what it was, Harry
dutifully swallowed everything and made long gentle licks as he had been
taught, cleaning her slit.
"Toilet."
He heard the now familiar command and quickly complied, wrapping his lips
around her piss hole and soon felt her sour tasting warmth flooding his mouth,
forcing him to gulp it down as quickly as possible to avoid leaks. Swallowing
her piss had left his stomach feeling queasy for the first week but it did not
seem to bother him to the same extent anymore. Feeling the steady stream abate
he sucked out the last few drops then rolled his tongue around the hole to make
sure it was clean, followed by a few wide licks all over her slit to make sure
nothing had leaked out.
Feeling refreshed Petunia sat up and removed the sheet hiding the freak from
view, seeing a spotless sheet she allowed a wide smile to grace her face,
"Mmmm very good my little alarm clock, not a single drop spilled, I will miss
these mornings."
Harry blushed lightly under the rare praise which only made her smile wider.
"Don't let it get to your head freak, that's when you start being sloppy,
forcing me to discipline you!"
Making it sound like it was Harry's fault that she had to punish him was
obviously intentional on Petunia's part and it had greatly helped in his
obedience. After all, the freak didn't really need to know that she quite
enjoyed watching him squirm.
After sending a now humbled Harry to prepare breakfast the Dursley household
continued their day as normal, or as normal as the Dursley household ever was.
It was during dinner that Vernon arrived, obviously slightly tipsy but in a
very good mood.
"Great news pet! I have been sent to represent Grunning's drills for the Expo
in London next weekend!"
"You will be joining me as my wife to help entertain the possible clients, this
is a great opportunity to show those idiots at Grunning's just what kind of a
salesman I am!"
Petunia was less than pleased; the weekend was two days from now, leaving her
little time to prepare.
"What about Dudley?"
"Oh no worries pet, I already spoke to Marge and she's happy to take care of
him over the weekend. Not to mention she'll keep the other one busy as well."
The distaste in his voice was obvious when he mentioned 'the other one'.
Further annoyed at him going behind her back Petunia had little choice but to
comply, Vernon seemed immune to any complaints about his 'beloved sister
Marjorie'. At least she would keep the freak busy, her dislike of him was well
known in the Dursley household.
Sighing Petunia complied and started mentally cataloguing everything she might
need to look presentable at the Expo.
Friday soon arrived, as did the imposing figure that was one Marjorie "Marge"
Dursley, bustling through the front door and instantly engulfing Dudley in a
huge hug. Ripper followed soon after, already growling and homing in on Harry.
Petunia insisted they leave quickly as she had little interest in listening to
Marge complain about her 'deadbeat sister' again.
After showering Dudley with the usual bag of gifts, Marge turned her attention
to the little freak, standing near the stairs staring at the floor.
"Boy! Move my things into the guestroom and unpack them, then unpack Ripper's
things in the kitchen! Move!"
The boy moved quickly to fulfil her orders, surprising Marge as she was used to
receiving a defiant glower or some muttering under his breath. Pleased that it
seemed that Petunia had stepped up her discipline regarding the whelp she
turned back to spoiling Dudley.
Once her things were unpacked she had the freak prepare dinner, once again
pleased at the lack of hesitation he showed when obeying orders. Even Ripper
seemed to be less hostile towards him and the first word that came to her mind
when observing the boy was... 'submissive'.
After dinner she laid Dudley down for his nap and had Harry perform various
chores of her choosing, much to her surprise he still showed no defiance
whatsoever. She was certain he would snap at her when she ordered him to clean
the toilet bowl with a small hand brush yet he once again quietly went about
his work. Little did she know Harry was intimately acquainted with the bowl,
having been forced to lick the seat by Petunia when he let some of her fluids
dribble on the couch earlier in the week, thus having to use a brush was really
nothing special.
Marge was puzzled, she was a dog breeder herself and if she didn't know better
someone had extensively 'trained' this boy, as his attitude seemed to have
greatly changed since she last saw him. Ordering him to prepare some tea for
her she sat down at the table,
"So boy, it would seem Petunia has finally decided to teach you your place."
She thought she saw a brief flash of surprise flit through his eyes before he
quickly nodded. Intrigued she decided to explore a bit deeper,
"What all is it that you do around the house, it seems you are finally being
useful seeing as they decided to let you have your own room?"
Harry was very unsure of what to tell her as Petunia had specifically said that
things that happen within the Dursley household should stay inside the Dursley
household. Marge was a Dursley however so he was afraid of lying to her.
Tentatively he started describing his chores, starting with the basic work he
did around the house.
Marge hummed as she sipped her tea, listening to the boy describe his work
until he mentioned 'helping his Aunt relax'.
"What was that boy? Helping Petunia relax?"
"I, err, please her as I have been taught. Aunt Petunia says all women have a
great deal of stress and my job is to help alleviate her burden" Harry
hesitantly replied.
Marge was very intrigued now, what all could Petunia have had that little freak
do. Vernon was no doubt in the dark about this.
Her curiosity over what Petunia had been teaching him helped her make up her
mind, putting her cup of tea down she simply said,
"Show me."
Harry froze for a split second before crawling under the table; almost six
months of instant punishment whenever he hesitated to please his Aunt had made
him quick to obey all order regarding his special chore. Moving his hands under
her long skirt he quickly reached past her plump thighs and grabbed her
panties.
Marge was so surprised by his sudden actions that she acted almost on
autopilot, lifting her hips and letting the boy pull down her panties.
Harry gave her a brief glance of hesitation before doing as he was told, moving
his head under her thick skirt. Marge unlike Petunia was not shaved; however
she had fairly sparse hair around her much plumper pussy. He used his small
hands to help spread her and started making long gentle licks up her slit.
Marge snapped out of her shock as she felt a hot tongue move up her nether
lips, which much to her surprise felt very good. Not having had physical
contact in decades, not to mention considering herself far too proper to ever
ask anyone to perform oral sex on her she was floored by the sudden sensations
spreading through her body. Without even thinking about it a small moan slipped
past her lips as she spread her legs wider and moved her hips closer to the
edge of the chair, giving Harry better access to her pussy.
Harry used to seeing this reaction started flicking his tongue deep into her
pussy, lapping at every nook and cranny and dutifully swallowing. Marge had a
sourer taste than Petunia but he didn't let it affect him, as he had been
punished enough times to not show any hesitation when pleasing her. Soon he
moved over to her clit, encircling it alternatively with his lips and tongue,
giving gentle sucks and kisses all over her sensitive nub.
Marge couldn't believe the pleasure she was experiencing, Petunia had clearly
been training the boy for a long time. When she felt his lips around her clit
again while his tongue lapped at it, her orgasm hit like freight-train and she
shuddered all around the boys head, roughly pulling him into her pussy. He
showed no signs of being affected by her roughness and continued lapping at her
sensitive flesh. Gasping for air and shuddering with aftershocks she pushed his
head away, yet when he pulled back she was very surprised to see both the chair
and skirt being dry, the boy had swallowed everything!
The boy stayed on his knees in front of her clearly awaiting further orders.
Gulping in deep heaving breaths Marge tried to compose herself, that had felt
incredible.
"Is.. is that all you do for your Aunt?" She asked breathlessly.
Seeing the boy hesitate briefly she snapped at him,
"Well! Out with it, if you lie to me I'll take the cane to your buttocks boy!"
Clearly intimidated by the sudden threat Harry responded,
"No, uh, she also likes to use me as a, uh, toilet after pleasing her."
Shocked at Petunia's perversion Marge felt her jaw drop as she stared at the
little boy. She did however have an overwhelming urge to pee herself after the
treatment her pussy has just gotten, so she couldn't help the smirk that now
replaced the gaping expression.
"Well then, get to it!"
Pleased to see the boy crawl back under her skirt she soon felt lips clamp
around her pussy and slowly started to let loose into his willing mouth. When
her bladder emptied she was delighted to feel his tongue cleaning up her pussy
again, while he sucked out any fluids that were left behind.
"Boy, I think this weekend will be most interesting."
Had Harry seen her expression he would have shivered.
Chapter 5
Harry was tired, bone tired in fact. This weekend had been incredible demanding
ever since Marge found about his extra chore. She soon supervised him every
minute of the day, nit-picking at all his work and demanding he'd pleasure her
several times per day. His jaw was sore and his muscles ached, yet she was even
sterner than Petunia when it came to discipline. If he stepped a toe out of
line she'd instantly bring a cane to his shins, thighs or buttocks.
She had said she didn't want him to be spoiled with Petunia gone, as Petunia
wouldn't appreciate him slacking on his special training. Harry however
suspected she was merely enjoying bossing him around, as the fact that she
enjoyed his oral talents was obvious from the start. Unlike Aunt Petunia she
however gave no positive encouragement and instead spent most of her time
complaining about 'Harry's no good lazy parents'. This all led to Harry being
very happy to hear the clock chime nine, indicating that Vernon and Petunia
were about to arrive.
It was only a few minutes later that they stepped through the door, happily
shaking off their outer clothes. Harry had tea ready for them as ordered and
moved to take their luggage almost as soon as Petunia opened her mouth.
Petunia was surprised at the eagerness being displayed; she was also fairly
sure she saw the freak smiling when she walked in the door. Casting a quick
glance at Marge lazing in the sofa she wasn't sure she could blame him and felt
a shiver run down her spine at the thought of spending a whole weekend with the
intimidating woman.
Marge drank a cup of tea with them before leaving and much to both Vernon's and
Petunia's shock she actually complimented Petunia on her work of raising the
freak. She seemed to be in a very good mood overall.
"About time you took a page out of my book when it comes to disciplining unruly
children" She had happily added before leaving the house. Was she whistling as
she walked to her car?
Vernon looked incredulously at Petunia who could only answer with a shrug as
she went to unpack her things. Vernon soon joined her and slumped down in the
bed, snoring the minute his head hit the pillow.
Petunia found sleep tempting but first she wanted a shower and above all, some
sweet release. After growing used to receiving pleasure on a daily basis, often
several times, the lack of it had left her feeling needy. Stepping into the
freaks room she saw him bolt up from the bed and stand at attention. Pointing
her finger at the bed he almost jumped in, laying on his back and awaiting her
approach. She found his eagerness surprising not to mention a large turn on, as
she had barely climbed on top of him and lowered her pussy to his lips when she
felt him practically feast on her shaved lips.
"Mmm that's very good freak, have you missed me?"
He nodded while continuing to lick deep into her hole, sending small shudders
through her hips.
"It would seem having Marge around has given you some perspective on things and
has taught you to appreciate what I do for you, isn't that right?"
She saw him nod vigorously again, not stopping his work at any point. Petunia
quickly decided she had gained another stick to threaten him with and added,
"That's good, I was worried that your behaviour might be slipping and I would
be forced to send you to Marge's for the summer for some additional
disciplining."
Now there was no chance she would do that, as missing out on this pleasure
would be torture but the freak didn't need to know that. The threat worked much
better than she expected though, as Harry went as pale as a ghost while
stuttering out promises that he would do everything he was told.
"Good good, calm down, do as you're told and there will be no need for that.
Now get back to work."
Harry dived back in with even more vigour, the thought of spending the entire
summer with Marge terrified him to no end. Lapping at Aunt Petunia's pussy he
was surprised she even tasted better than he remembered, probably because of
all the service he had to give Aunt Marge. His increased efforts combined with
Petunia's increased need made her come quickly, flooding his mouth. He drank
her usual follow up with practiced ease and gladly licked her clean.
In a rare show of physical contact, Petunia ruffled his hair as she stood up,
whatever Marge had done she had just made the freak far more compliant. After
that the following year passed with quiet routine, Harry making sure to be on
his best behaviour and Petunia delighting in his perfect obedience. September
soon arrived however and it was time for Harry to start St. Gregory's Primary
School with his cousin Dudley.
Elsewhere in the country a witch was preparing for Harry's first day of school
as well, Andromeda Tonks carefully adjusted her skirt suit while checking her
muggle appearance in the mirror. She had the haughty regal look typical of a
Black woman, often told she resembled her sister Bellatrix in many ways, except
for having brown hair and softer eyes. A comparison she could personally do
without knowing, considering her sisters mental state. Still she was confident
in her looks, being a witch she looked like she was still in her thirties.
Dumbledore had approached her two months ago, worried about Harry Potter
spending so much time away from the protection of his home, or more
specifically, the wards covering his home. She was an obvious pick for an
undercover bodyguard, her marriage to a muggleborn made her comfortable in the
muggle world and her upbringing in the Black family made her a formidable
dueller. It was also an assignment lasting several years which meant he
couldn't simply ask an auror to do it.
Thus he placed his trust in the woman exiled from the infamous Black family,
hoping her open views about muggleborns would help influence Harry as well.
She would indeed influence Harry, just not in the way Dumbledore had
envisioned.
Chapter 6
Harry Potter sat in his new classroom waiting for his first day to start,
feeling excited and worried simultaneously. His Aunt Petunia had warned him to
not cause any trouble and to show exemplary behaviour, she had even gotten him
some new clothes! She had handed them to him yesterday, after mentioning that
his behaviour ever since Marge's visit had been what she 'expected of someone
like him'. Harry had happily donned the plain but fitting new clothes and vowed
he would bring home no trouble.
The real reason for the clothes was a bit more obvious, Petunia did not wish
for anyone at the school to snoop around about Harry's life at home. Running
around in Dudley's oversized clothes would've instantly pulled attention but
the freak really had no need of knowing such things.
The class suddenly quieted down as a tall woman in a skirt suit stepped into
the room. She had an impressive presence, reminding Harry about those 'nobles'
his Aunt would gush about on the TV. She wore shoes with a bit of heel,
combining comfort and class and further accentuating her long stocking clad
legs that disappeared under her tight light grey business skirt. This was
followed by a classical hourglass figure, highlighted by the tight-fitting suit
which was open at her neck, framing a regal looking face with long brown curls
and dark eyes that seemed to ooze self-confidence.
"Good morning class, my name is Jennifer Brown and I will be your teacher for
the foreseeable future."
Andromeda Tonks' dark eyes surveyed the class as they responded to her
greeting. The cover name was an obvious necessity, having a former Black sister
teaching at a muggle school would send signals to anyone who was smart enough
to look for it and Dumbledore was adamant that she not call attention to
herself, and by proxy, Harry.
Finding the Potter child in the classroom was easy; she was surprised how much
he looked like a little James. The only exception was the eyes, he had
inherited Lily's emeralds and they were focused solely on her. She let a small
chuckle escape, he had no idea just how much attention he would be getting from
girls later, James had been very popular during his Hogwarts years and she was
not the only one who had nursed a crush on him.
Turning her attention back to the class she started her speech about what they
were to expect for the following school year, while writing down highlights on
the blackboard.
Harry turned out to be an extremely courteous boy, obedient and polite at all
times, if a little quiet. Deciding to take heed of Dumbledore's advice of
trying to make contact with him she spoke up as the bell rang after the final
class,
"Mister Potter, please stay in class."
"Am I in trouble Miss Brown?"
She was surprised hear his voice shake slightly and he seemed genuinely
worried.
"No no, no such thing, I merely wish to speak to you" She added with a warm
smile.
Clearly relieved the boy nodded and waited until the rest of the class had
filed out. She told him she was merely interested in talking to all the
students individually, a white lie of course, she had little interest in the
rest of the children, but it seemed to placate the boy.
They spoke about nonsensical things, like if Harry enjoyed her teachings and
the school in general, what his plans for the future were and such. She told
him to call her Jennifer and called him Harry in return and the boy soon
relaxed in her company, her plan to keep it informal and light-hearted working
well.
"Well Harry, I really enjoyed talking to you and hope we can do this in the
future."
Seeing him nod she continued,
"You should probably get going now, I still have paperwork to do and it seems
this teaching job will be more stressful than I expected."
Something in his posture shifted as she said that and he turned his eyes
towards to floor,
"Are you, err, stressed, Miss Brown?"
There was something strange about his tone of voice and posture, he looked like
a dog told to sit yet his voice sounded…expectant. Dismissing the thought from
her mind she merely sent him off, watching him scurry out the door as soon as
words left her lips. Yet she didn't think it was because he wanted to leave the
room, merely that he obeyed her words instantly.
Andromeda sighed and was about sit down when she noticed he had forgotten his
bag in his hurry to leave. Deciding she could use a breath of fresh air after
spending the entire day in the stuffy building she grabbed the bag and headed
towards Privet Drive, planning to enjoy the walk instead of simply apparating.
As she walked past a construction site her toned calves and the tight skirt
hugging her shapely butt drew a fair amount of whistles. Andromeda didn't
usually mind the attention, she was proud of her looks yet she didn't feel like
dealing with bothersome muggles right now. When she turned the corner she
applied a quick powerful notice me not charm on herself, enjoying the way the
muggles eyes slid right over her form without showing any sign of seeing her.
A short walk later she reached the Dursley household, admiring the absolutely
spotless garden that framed the house, someone had obviously put a lot of time
into maintaining it. Just as her hand was about to ring the bell she caught
something in one of the windows, the curtains had not been closed properly and
she had a perfect view of the living room. What a view it was, sitting on the
sofa was obviously Mrs Dursley and kneeling in front of her was none other than
Harry Potter. Mrs Dursley's skirt was hiked up, her panties were lying on the
floor and her legs were spread wide, while she had her hand tousled in Potters
hair, clearly encouraging his work. Was he actually using his mouth?
Andromeda stood absolutely spellbound watching the spectacle; the thought of
oral sex had never even crossed her mind. She was raised as a future Black
bride in a strict household, sex before marriage simply didn't exist and any
talk about sex was prohibited. She briefly panicked thinking the Dursley woman
had to have spotted her, until she remembered the notice me not charm was still
active. She found herself unable to tear her eyes from scene, watching the
woman moan and writhe on the sofa while grinding her hips against the young
boy; he was clearly very good at pleasing her. Andromeda found herself unable
to resist thinking what it might feel like when she saw the woman shake in an
obviously strong orgasm; Ted had never given her anything like that. Hell, she
didn't even know such a thing existed.
Using a quick silencing and unlocking charm she slipped the school bag into the
house, letting the boy think he had left it at the door. As she tried to
compose her thoughts she was surprised to find her lace panties damp, the scene
had affected her more than she thought. Fumbling out a hasty cleaning charm she
tried to ignore the heat in her groin and the pretty blush covering her cheeks,
quickly turning away from the house.
Andromeda walked slowly back towards the school, weighing her options. Speaking
to Dumbledore would most likely achieve very little, he seemed adamant to keep
the boy at the Dursleys' at any cost, even going as far as stopping Molly
Weasley from adopting him when she offered. The Weasleys had Dumbledore's' full
confidence so he clearly had ulterior motives for keeping him there. In fact
the most probably result of her tattling would be a string of obliviates and
possibly a few charms, as unlike the rest of the wizarding world Andromeda was
under no illusions, one does not survive as the leader of the wizengamot, the
most corrupt and dangerous political ground, for several decades, by being a
benign, kind old grandfather. Now she didn't consider him evil, she simply
didn't buy into the whole harmless-old-man facade.
Contacting the police or social services would no doubt lead to the same
results, and if she personally approached Mrs Dursley that would reveal her
real identity as a witch. Dumbledore had promised Mrs Dursley to leave her in
peace until Harry turned eleven and using any spells inside the Dursley
property was out of the question because of the wards. Dumbledore was no doubt
monitoring those closely.
Left in a quandary Andromeda started considering other options, like the fact
that she knew that the young Potter was also the future Lord Black. Sirius
Black had used her husband's firm to form the will and it was recorded in
Gringotts only days before his incarceration, making Harry Potter the successor
to the house of Black. She had always found that a bit strange, but attributed
it to either Sirius paying penance for his sins or attempting to establish an
alibi by naming the son of the family he betrayed as the heir. It's not like he
would have been thrown in Azkaban if he wasn't guilty.
While she didn't usually let it show, losing her position as a member of the
Black family had stung her sense of pride severely. When she entered any shop
in Diagon Alley under the name of Black she was pampered and treated with
utmost respect, yet when only days later she entered under the name Tonks she
had been sneered at and placed last in the line behind various purebloods.
Complaining only brought a scoff from the shop keepers, leaving her extremely
annoyed.
Dining with Narcissa a few years back had only rankled her more; the waitress
had practically kneeled in front of the Malfoy matriarch while treating her as
pond scum. The small smirk on Narcissa's lips, signalling that she knew it
bothered her, only made it so much worse. Even her crazy older sister Bellatrix
got more respect than her, simply because of her last name.
Pushing away her annoyance for now she started planning. Mrs Dursley was
clearly raising the child as extremely obedient, something she was very
familiar with after her childhood. Slowly the thought of having an obedient
Lord Black at her beck and call became more and more enticing.
She could have him reinstate her in the family and being the personal friend of
not only the Boy-Who-Lived but the Lord Potter and Black would skyrocket her
social standing back to where it was, muggleborn husband or no. Should he find
politics bothersome she could even offer to 'shoulder his burden' in the form
of voting for him by proxy. She also considered her daughter, Nymphadora, who
was already fascinated with the Aurors. A career in the Ministry under the name
of Black would be far different from a career under the name of Tonks.
She didn't even notice her sensual smile forming as her plans came together,
Andromeda Tonks, no, Andromeda Black was going to return to the wizarding world
as a queen.
Chapter 7
Andromeda rubbed her thighs together, enjoying the feel of her thigh high
stockings rubbing against her flesh as she observed Harry Potter. She had tried
to push the image of what he had done to Mrs Dursley from her mind but
involuntarily found her eyes drifting to his lips again. She felt another wave
of heat flush through her groin and shifted her attention to the rest of her
class, this was getting ridiculous!
She hadn't really considered herself sexually repressed until now, but once she
got to counting she realized it had been over ten years since Ted had last
touched her, more fascinated with his accounting numbers than her body. Now she
didn't want to feel bitter at Ted, but the simple matter of the fact was that
she had married him almost straight out of Hogwarts, still being a virgin to
boot. Their sex life had been very basic and simple, something that hadn't
really bothered her before. Seeing Mrs Dursley in the throes of passion had
shattered her world view, could a woman really feel like that?
Feeling her nipples sticking out like pencil erasers, easily visible through
her thin shirt she realized her thoughts had been drifting again. Cursing
mentally she started correcting assignments while the children read, she needed
to get her mind out of the gutter.
At least her plans to get to know Harry had gone well, their meetings had
become an almost daily thing. She assumed he hadn't had much home schooling as
he was behind on most school subjects. This gave her a great excuse to keep him
around after classes to work on subjects he was weak in. He really did make an
excellent student, he paid absolute attention when she explained something, did
everything as ordered and seemed to respond exceedingly well to praise.
His absolute obedience kept giving her flashbacks to last week when he had
asked if she was 'stressed'. She had ignored his strange tone of voice then,
but after getting an eyeful at their home she couldn't help thinking about what
would happen if she should say otherwise now. Harry clearly already saw her as
an authority figure and obeyed her without question, leaving her slightly
unsure on how to further cement her position of being in control of the future
Lord Black. The fantasies she kept having when she glanced at his mouth made it
abundantly clear what her libido wanted her to do.
Suddenly hearing the bell ring she actually sighed in relief, her daydreams had
left pussy wet again and she smiled happily as the kids bid her goodbye. As
soon as the last one was out of the classroom she hit the room with a silencing
charm and placed a muggle-repelling charm on the door.
Andromeda had been feeling horny all day and could no longer contain herself,
she couldn't even remember the last time she had masturbated but she simply had
to get some release now.
After removing her jacket she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a generous D cup
bust that was covered in a beige lace trimmed bra, which did nothing to hide
her rock hard nipples. She slid her hands up her taut stomach and lightly
cupped her tits, beginning to gently roll her nipples in between her nimble
fingers. Feeling her pulse speed up, she unzipped her skirt, removing the
restricting fabric and displaying a matching pair of silky beige panties and
white thigh high stockings. Her excitement was showing as a large damp spot
covering the entire front of her panties. She slowly slid a perfectly manicured
hand down over her smooth mound; hair removal spells had been popular among
witches for hundreds of years before the muggles caught up.
Her breath sped up as her hand slipped over the soft folds, gently circling the
moist lips and probing for entrance. Dipping her long fingers into her pussy
she brought some moisture to her clit and started to circle it with increasing
pressure, causing a long breathy moan to escape her lips. Her fingers were
slick with her wetness as they sped up, causing her breath to hitch as she
inched ever closer to sweet completion.
It was to that scene one wide-eyed Harry Potter stepped into. The muggle-
repelling wards had done nothing to slow him down and his knocking had gone
unheard because of the silencing charm. In his hurry to return to Aunt Petunia
he had forgotten his bag again and was hoping to pick it up before Miss Brown
locked the classroom for the day. His gasp of surprise was inside the silencing
barrier, shocking Andromeda out of her fingering as her head snapped to him.
Having been raised to always be in control of her outward appearance, a
necessity for a pureblooded woman growing up in Slytherin, her only obvious
reaction was a deep flush that covered her cheeks. Andromeda lifted an elegant
eyebrow in obvious question to his barging in, not doing much to hide her
irritation at having her orgasm ruined. She had been so close!
"And what exactly, do you think you're doing barging into my classroom Mister
Potter?" Harry blushed as he realized he had in fact entered without
permission, obviously interrupting his teacher. The hard nipples, the musky
smell and wetness that covered the front of Miss Brown's panties were obvious
signs of what she was doing. He had seen, smelled and tasted the same signs for
well over a year and realized that Miss Brown had been trying to relieve some
stress as well. Aunt Petunia had told him that all women please themselves to
relieve stress and the two he had met so far, Aunt Petunia and Aunt Marge had
both been the same, so why not Miss Brown? Although he had to admit that Miss
Brown was much prettier than both his Aunts'.
"I err, I forgot my bag and wanted to come and get it before you closed for the
day." He stuttered out.
"And this gave you permission to enter my classroom at a whim?" She asked, her
voice sounding like a whip.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I can make it up to you Miss Brown!" She
seemed very angry and Harry was terrified of what punishment he would get if he
brought home a complaint, Aunt Petunia had told him she expected perfect
behaviour in school. He had also always been told his place was to help Petunia
manage her stress so why couldn't he simply do the same to Miss Brown?
Andromeda felt a strong twitch in her pussy at those words, she was still
incredibly horny and the ruined orgasm had only heightened her lust. She was
also very annoyed at the Potter child for interrupting her, further encouraging
her to use him.
Flinging a locking charm at the door under the table she turned to him and
said,
"Oh and how would you do that?"
Her breath hitched as he quickly dropped down to his knees and crawled under
the desk, coming up to her soaked panties. Feeling practiced hands grab onto
her panties she automatically lifted her hips, watching the boy slide them down
her long legs.
Harry showed no hesitation as he moved in, softly moving his tongue over her
soaked folds. He found she had a familiar musky taste, with surprisingly sweet
overtones and quickly started lapping up the mess she had left, licking the
soft flesh while moving his hands up to help spread her puffy lips. As she
opened up he dove in, burying his nose in her clit and swirling his tongue
around her hot wet hole. Using the flat of his tongue he would run it up and
down the walls of her pussy, probing into every crevice his mouth could reach,
occasionally taking her puffy lips into his mouth to suck on. He was surprised
at how wet she was, he had to constantly swallow and slurp as she flooded his
chin, a rosy glow spreading over her skin as she spread her legs even wider.
Every lick and suck seemed to cause a small spasm in the soft flesh, her heat
and heartbeat increasing the more he feasted on her pussy. Her fluids were
running down to her anus, forcing his tongue to dive in after them, licking the
pliant flesh between the pussy and butt while occasionally delving into her
musky hole.
Andromeda was in heaven, she had to be. Never in her life did she think
anything could feel this good. The boys' hot tongue seemed to dance over her
folds, teasing and enticing nerve endings, massaging the flesh and heating her
core with every lick. Nothing her hands had ever done came close, hell nothing
Ted had ever done came close to the absolute bliss she was experiencing. She
fumbled with her bra, freeing her breasts and lightly pinching the nipples as
she massaged her silky skin. Any guilt she had been carrying around evaporated
as she felt his lips circle her clit, sucking gently while teasing it with his
tongue.
It was simply too much and she saw stars flash through her eyes as she roughly
grabbed his hair, grinding his face into her pussy. He was clearly familiar
with the reaction as this only lead to him speeding up further, dragging his
hot tongue over her wet nub, making her legs quiver and breathy shouts escape
Andromeda's lips.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, eat it all you dirty boy! Ahhhhhhhhh that's it, that's
iiiiiit!"
After spending over a decade in forced celibacy her orgasm almost knocked her
out and caused Harry to swallow desperately lest he be drowned under her
juices. Her stocking clad legs wrapped around his head, framing it in white
lingerie as she tried to control her flailing limbs. Harry was surprised at the
vice-like grip her shapely legs held him in, crushing his face to her soft
sopping mound and making it hard for him to breathe as he felt her drag her
pussy up and down his face, wringing the last bit of pleasure out of his mouth.
Finally feeling the pleasure abate Andromeda relaxed her grip on Harrys' hair,
enjoying the soft kisses and lapping he was giving her oversensitive pussy,
sending out small shock waves through her body. The feel of his soft tongue
running up and down her thighs, cleaning up her mess, was absolutely divine.
Harry hoped he had sufficiently placated Miss Brown as he did not want to bring
home a complaint to Aunt Petunia under any circumstances. Just to make sure he
also added,
"If you need a toilet I am also available Miss Brown." Andromeda was still
trying to regain her breath when she heard his words, causing her brain to
short out. When she pieced together what he meant she almost swallowed her
tongue, she had never even considered using someone like that. The thought was
definitively delightfully dirty and the power over him such a position offered
was very enticing.
Looking into the expectant eyes of the future Lord Black she, however, decided
this was enough for today, anymore and she wouldn't be able to walk straight.
"No thank you Harry, not today."
Pleased she wasn't calling him 'Mister Potter' anymore he still had to make
sure,
"Will you be sending a complaint home Miss Brown?"
Seeing the worried eyes of the boy in front of her she understood he was
worried about how Mrs Dursley would react to a complaint. Smirking she realized
this actually gave her a great opportunity to get some lasting power over the
boy.
"No, I will however place you on probation. You will be spending time with me
after the classes are over and you will be helping around in my classroom
during recess. Now get going before your Aunt gets worried."
Relieved he quickly nodded, grabbed his bag and almost flew out the door with a
"Thank you Miss Brown!"
Andromeda slumped in her chair, feeling better than she had in years as she
realized this assignment of hers was actually turning out to be a lot of fun.
A/N Got sent this a while ago and I am preserving it as it was deleted from its
original website, has a total of 43 chapters so am uploading in segments though
was never fully completed.
***** Know Your Place 8-14 *****
Contribution
Title: Know Your Place
Author: Oraldeviant
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Petunia Dursley, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy,
Nymphadora Tonks
Contains: Multiple Partners, Masturbation, Cum Drinking, Water Sports, Piss,
Human Toilet, Underage, Teacher/Student, Stripping, Spanking, Foot Fetish, Foot
Licking, Foot Sucking Handjob, Cum Drinking, Ass Licking, Fingering, Anal,
Strapon, Oral Sex, Edging, Orgasm Denial
Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training
will have far reaching consequences.
Chapter 8
One month had passed since Andromeda had first felt the magical, in more than
one sense, tongue of Harry Potter on her folds and she had been avidly
cultivating their relationship since then. Having the boy service her had
become an almost daily thing for her, yet much to her surprise she realized
this wasn't nearly enough for her. Her sexual drive had been repressed for much
of her life and kinks and fantasies had always been stopped in their tracks,
yet now she suddenly had a willing outlet for all her frustrations, one that
she also needed to bring under her control.
Simply threatening to go to Mrs Dursley was a weak threat, where as it might
have scared the Potter child, it was respect given to the Dursley woman, not
her. That had changed a week ago as the Potter child had called her 'Miss
Brown' instead of the new moniker she insisted he used whenever they were in
private, Mistress. The use of the new title was calculated, it was to separate
her from other women and make the boy treat her as a seat of power unique to
him.
Harry had realized his mistake the moment the words left his mouth, it was only
the two of them in the classroom, he should have called her Mistress, she had
been very clear about the use of the new title. He saw her eyes flash to him
and to his surprise he thought he saw…glee?
He was about to open his mouth to apologize when she held her hand in a
universal sign for silence. Harry watched as she calmly sat down in her chair
and carefully pulled up her skirt to her waist. He thought she expected service
again yet she said it was to 'avoid wrinkles'.
"Take off your clothes now." She snapped out.
Harry obeyed immediately, this was not the first time he had heard the command,
simply the first time Miss Br…no, Mistress Brown had used it.
"Lay down in my lap." She added as soon as he was done, indicating her smooth
thighs, enclosed in the usual white thigh high stockings she seemed to love.
Harry did as he was told, actually quite liking the feel of the silky stockings
rubbing against his skin as he leaned over her long legs. He felt a firm smooth
hand rest on his back as another one started rubbing his buttocks.
He soon heard her breathy voice, she surprisingly sounded as she did when he
pleased her, even though he hadn't done anything to her yet!
"Well now Mister Potter, it would seem you don't feel it necessary to obey my
orders."
Harry tried to speak; to convince her that this wasn't the case when he was cut
off by the sound of a loud slap and a fierce stinging pain in one of his
cheeks. He moaned in pain and soon felt the same smooth hand rubbing the red
cheek.
"You will not interrupt your Mistress at any time Mister Potter, should you
forget this you will quickly be reminded." Her voice sounded even huskier than
before.
Harry quickly nodded, not daring to open his mouth again.
"As I was saying, you seem to feel free to ignore my commands, barge into my
room uninvited and in general behave as you please, with no heed to your
superiors."
Andromeda paused briefly to see if the boy would open his mouth to object but
he seemed to have learnt his lesson and stayed quiet this time. She tried to
ignore the way her pussy was moistening at her actions; she never knew
dominating someone like this could feel so…good.
She smirked; it was not like she wouldn't be able to have her pussy dealt with
later, thanks to boy in her lap. She made a sound of agreement at his silence
and continued,
"As such I have decided it is time for me to teach you your place in this
classroom, these spankings will become a common thing any time you step out of
line."
She felt the boy tense in her lap; yes these lessons would go a long way to her
getting the respect she wanted.
"You will count the blows and thank me for teaching you this valuable lesson
after every blow."
She followed up her statement with a strong slap to his other butt-cheek and
waited. Her smile grew wide and her pussy started dripping when she heard him
reply with;
"T-two, thank you, Mistress."
The total dominance she had over the boy felt intoxicating as she started
raining down blows on his cheeks, alternating between left and right, waiting
patiently for him to catch his breath to thank her after every single one.
Harry couldn't believe the pain he was in, his entire rear end felt like it was
on fire; Mistress Brown's hands were clearly far stronger than they looked as
they easily held his flailing body down while smacking his rump. He barely even
realized he had even started thinking of her as 'Mistress' Brown now, not
wishing to do anything to ever receive this punishment again. He desperately
hugged her silky stocking clad legs as he stuttered out the numbers she
demanded.
Andromeda drew a shuddering breath as he heard him thank her for the twentieth
blow, her nipples were hard as glass, poking through her blouse and she was
certain the chair underneath her had a wet spot where she sat. Her entire right
hand tingled from the smacks yet the sensation was not unpleasant at all.
"Serve me, now!" She bit out through clenched teeth, pleased to hear a muffled
"Yes Mistress" before he pulled off her soaked panties and buried his face in
her crotch. Not bothering with any finesse she placed her thighs on his
shoulders and buried both her hands in his hair; pulling him close as she
grinded her wet needy pussy into his face.
Harry gasped desperate breaths as he tried to lick and swallow everything being
forced into his mouth, his Mistress was clearly extremely excited as she paid
no heed to his need to breathe, flooding his mouth and demanding he use his
tongue more. Harry did as ordered; the unexpected spanking had made him realize
that regardless of the vastly different looks, his Mistress was no more
forgiving of rule breaking than his Aunt.
Feeling Mistress Browns' legs quiver and lock behind his back he took a big
preparatory gulp of breath as his nose was once again ground into her clit, he
desperately locked his lips around it, sucking and licking as he heard her moan
loudly.
Andromeda moaned loudly as the best orgasm she had ever experienced hit her
hard, loving the look of subservience in the eyes of the boy as his wet tongue
danced all over her hairless slit. She shuddered as he felt him obediently
scoop up her fluids with his tongue, swallowing everything without hesitance.
The pressure on her bladder was going to force her to move soon, yet her legs
felt like jelly and she didn't feel like moving away from the lovely mouth
sucking her pussy lips into his mouth, cleaning her with practiced moves. That
was when she remembered his offer from a few weeks back, 'If you need a toilet
I am also available Miss Brown.' Feeling an undeniable spark of excitement she
looked down at the lapping boy, sensually whispering out the words,
"I need to pee."
His eyes briefly snapped to hers before she saw him spread her pussy with his
fingers, moving closer and tightly wrapping his lips around her urethra. She
saw his cheeks become hollow as he started applying light suction, making an
airtight seal around her opening.
She flushed in pleasure and slowly let her pee trickle into his willing mouth,
watching intently as he gulped down her piss like it was a precious gift. The
act of subservience and the sense of power she got from the simple action was
incredible, especially as she saw that he had not spilled a single drop, even
going as far as cleaning her again with his tongue when she was done. Harry
gulped deeply, swallowing down the warm fluid his Mistress had given him,
feeling it flow down to his stomach, heating up his belly. He looked into her
eyes as he started cleaning her, like he usually cleaned his Aunt, and saw a
relieved smile grace her lips while a strange fervour burned in her eyes.
That had been a week ago, yet Andromeda had made sure to spank Harry two more
times during the last week. 'To make sure the lesson stuck' she had claimed,
making no mention of how incredibly turned on she was afterwards. Andromeda had
been starting to realize she was a good bit kinkier than she expected, starting
to let all her fantasies roam free. This was proving to be a very informational
school year for both the former Black sister and the future Lord Black.
Chapter 9
The class quieted down as Miss Brown stepped into the room after the short
recess, it had been four months since the school had started and it was common
knowledge that causing trouble in her class lead to big problems. The students
couldn't quite understand why, but their parents, or more accurately, their
fathers, seemed to consider Miss Brown an excellent instructor. The school had
in fact seen the so far largest participation of fathers in school history in
the student / teacher conferences pertaining to Miss Browns' class. In later
years quite a few would connect the dots between the busty hourglass bodied
teacher and her penchant for wearing tight fitting clothing to male
participation in school related issues.
This in turn left Harry fairly immune to any bullying, as he was quite the
known teachers' pet. One older student had in fact called him that to his face
and much to the children's surprise Harry had only nodded in agreement. Even
Dudley wasn't dumb enough to directly bully him while in school, not after Miss
Brown had visited Privet Drive to worriedly discuss his behaviour with Vernon,
ending with him, much to his surprise, being grounded for the first time of his
life. That however didn't stop him from picking on anyone that got even
slightly close to the boy, leaving Harry fairly isolated during school.
Harry was once again missing from his seat but no one paid much attention to it
anymore, Miss Brown seemed have him constantly running special errands or doing
additional schoolwork, regardless of class hours. He never seemed to complain
so people had simply stopped paying heed to the anomaly.
Andromeda Tonks smiled happily at the class as she sat down in her chair,
stretching her legs under the covered hardwood table. She sighed contently as
she felt deft small hands gently remove her shoes and softly massage her soles.
Pointing to the blackboard she called out the chapters she wanted them to read
over the next class, while quietly sinking further into her chair in relaxed
pleasure. The Potter child had answered one of her math questions incorrectly
and was now paying penance under her desk, a situation she honestly did not
mind in the least. Even if he wanted to complain, something he wouldn't dare if
he valued his hide, the area under her desk was not visible to the rest of the
class and she had placed both a silencing ward and an obscuring charm on it.
Her private tutoring of him was turning out quite well; he had quickly learned
to give her his full attention when she was teaching, as forcing her to repeat
anything turned out to be uncomfortable. For him. She had taught him how to
improve his study habits, often giving him required reading lists into worldly
subjects and quizzing him on what he read, a skill which would serve him well
in Hogwarts vast library. She added mathematics soon after as it differed very
little from arithmancy, a subject she would make sure he picked up. Having him
sign up for painting had taken one firm spanking to make him exceedingly
compliant, but she knew he would thank him later when he realized how small
accurate hand movements and hand-eye coordination while painting translated
into wand motions. She had also lightly incorporated Latin into their classes,
having him learn and correctly pronounce a few words here and there, something
she knew he would benefit from greatly, as correct pronunciation was key to
initially learning spells.
Luckily his Aunt Petunia had drilled politeness into him so that was no issue,
however she still had to teach him matters any Lord would be expected to know,
like how to behave properly at the dinner table or how to greet people of
different stature. After all, it was not like she could let the future Lord
Black be an idiot.
Reaching a hand under her desk she tapped her legs in an obvious signal and
soon exhaled softly as she felt the boy reach up to her thighs and slowly
remove her tight fitting nylon from her feet. Harry gently lifted her bare left
foot and started to lay light kisses over her toes, the arch of her foot and
her soft soles as Andromeda quietly moaned in her chair. Honestly, she should
have realized she had a thing for her feet earlier, the way she loved to show
them off in nylons and high heels, the way her crotch would heat up when men
looked at her calves. She shrugged it off, attributing her ignorance to her
repressive younger years and went back to enjoying the soft hands and mouth of
the boy.
Harry didn't really mind pleasing Mistress Browns' feet, it was slightly
different from how he usually pleased women but she clearly enjoyed his actions
greatly. Her feet were slim and toned; obviously highly cared for and like the
rest of her she had spotless hygiene. He ran his tongue over the soft arch of
her foot, feeling goose bumps break out over her silky legs and slowly trailed
his tongue between her painted toes, teasing the flesh. Reaching up he softly
sucked her red painted big toe into his mouth, continuing to tease around it
with his tongue as his cheeks applied suction all over.
Andromeda tried to desperately control her panting and the furious blush rising
up to her cheeks, but Merlin, the boy was such a natural. A few suggestions and
orders and he had surpassed her wildest dreams, bringing completely new
feelings rushing to her groin like an avalanche.
"Do you have a fever Miss Brown?" One of the kids in the front had asked, yet
her explanation of merely having a slightly queasy stomach seemed to placate
them for the time being.
She tried to control her shuddering breath as the boy switched feet, leaving
one saliva covered foot feeling pleasantly cool as he started working over the
other one, his hot mouth and tongue working her into a frenzy. This method of
punishing the boy was highly pleasant for her, she wanted to be able to punish
him so she would raise the difficulty of his studies until he failed, yet the
boy was determined to please her and was improving at a rapid rate. It was
obvious he had gotten his head from Lily, but had simply had no one force him
to use it in a studious environment.
She couldn't control the soft sensual moan that slipped through her teeth as
the boy started working on her ankles, kissing his way up to her calves while
massaging the flesh with his hands. She was surprised no one in the class could
smell her yet; her small silky panties were utterly soaked as her pussy pulsed
in time with the tongue of the boy. A bead of sweat ran down her back as the
mouth moved to her knees, suckling the soft flesh behind them followed by long
warm licks starting to travel up her toned thighs. Her soft skin was on fire
and she was starting to realize she didn't have the self-control she thought
she did, anymore and she would be screaming loudly for the class to hear.
"RRRRRRRRRING!"
Andromeda's eyes snapped to the ringing bell and a relieved smile graced her
face as she happily shooed the children out of her class. As soon as the last
one was out she threw a quick depulso charm at the door, slamming it shut,
followed by a colloportus charm to securely lock it. The boys tongue was
already playing around the junction of her groin, heatedly skimming the edges
of the soft fabric of her panties causing her to spread her legs wide, giving
him better access to his prize.
Harry had come to start enjoying the reaction he could cause in women, these
strong dominant women turned almost desperate when he used his mouth on them,
and their relaxed smiles and grateful words afterwards stirred something deep
in the neglected boy.
He moved his lips around his Mistress' soaked mound, circling her puffy lips
and sucking in the moisture that was saturating the entire front of her satin
panties. It obviously soon became too much for her, as she reached down and
pulled aside the skimpy fabric making her wish obvious. Not one to refuse such
an obvious command, he moved his hands to spread her slit wider while moving
his tongue in deep long licks, lapping up her musky fluids. Her flesh would
shudder and her hole would clamp around his tongue as he moved it into her wet
hole, dragging it across the walls of her pussy.
Trailing kisses up her puffy lips and swallowing her secretions he slowly
reached her exposed nub, lavishing it with strong lapping until finally
wrapping his lips around it, applying strong suctions while teasing it with the
tip of his tongue. Her loud moans were music to his ears as he felt a hand
fumble with his hair, pressing him further into her quivering pussy. Moving two
fingers gently into her tight opening, he started curling them in a 'come
hither' motion like his Mistress had taught him, while continuing to feast on
her clit.
Feeling the boys' finger playing with her G-spot while her clit was being
sucked deeply into his mouth was too much for Andromeda, causing her to
violently buck against the chair as she came loudly on his face. Moaning she
gyrated her hips against his face, feeling her orgasm slowly abate as he
removed his fingers, carefully licking them clean and replacing them with his
mouth, starting to lick her clean. Trying to control her twitching muscles she
breathed deeply as she felt his hot tongue scoop up the fluids from her pussy.
"Mmmm you've turned into such a talented boy Harry." She said as he played with
his hair, watching a small smile spread on his lips as he sucked one of her
inner lips into his mouth, leaving it clean from any fluids. Feeling a familiar
pressure grow in her crotch she gently moved his mouth up to her piss hole,
"I need to pee honey." Andromeda had discovered the use of endearments soon
after their first spanking session, and where as Harry was clearly unfamiliar
with them, he now responded with genuine happiness whenever she used one. She
was pretty certain she was the first person to give him nicknames that were not
meant as insulting.
She watched as his smiling lips obediently circled her pussy, continuing to
ruffle his hair as she gratefully let her warm pee flow into his mouth,
watching his little Adam's apple bob as he carefully swallowed her gift. The
constant suction he offered felt heavenly and she felt the familiar heady
feeling of power as she watched the boy happily obey her commands.
Unlike with Aunt Petunia, Harry had genuinely learned to like his Mistress.
Sure, she liked having her feet pleased, but Harry had been raised to believe
all women wanted different forms of pleasure, so such a thing was merely
trivial. All the women he had been in contact with had wanted some form of
pleasure but his Mistress was the first one to take a genuine interest in his
well-being. He had been home when Mistress Brown had visited the Dursley's, at
first terrified he was to blame for something he had wanted to run and hide,
however much to his surprise she had wanted to discuss Dudley with Uncle
Vernon. Certain there would be hell to pay he was even more surprised when
Dudley had been grounded! For bullying him at school of all things!
She also seemed adamant he learn various things, constantly tutoring and
teaching him things. Her discipline was harsh but the warm words and pet names
he would receive when he aced her tests was well worth it, not to mention when
she played with his hair or hugged him. Aunt Petunia would never touch him
unless to punish him or demand service, thus he soon grew to greatly like his
strict Mistress.
Harry's relationship with his Mistress and Aunt would remain much the same over
the years; he learned politeness and obedience to women while growing ever more
proficient at pleasing them. His intelligence, creative ability and knowledge
in Latin were also growing at a strong rate from the constant private tutoring,
whereas the constant physical chores his Aunt assigned him gave him an athletic
body.
His life was however about take another large twist as the fateful summer of
1991 arrived and a certain letter from Hogwarts tumbled into the mailbox at
Privet Drive.
Chapter 10
Harry James Potter stared in amazement at the letter in his hands, it was
addressed to him of all people; it even said 'the smallest bedroom' at Privet
Drive. Baffled he brought in the post to his Aunt, showing her the letter at
the same time. She stared at the neat script for a while before handing it to
him,
"Well, it was about time it arrived, go ahead and open it."
Confused at her words about expecting the letter he did as he was told, reading
the neat script, inviting him to attend a place called Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Is this a joke or a test Aunt Petunia?"
Sighing she told him to sit down and started telling him about magical
heritage, being born to a witch and a wizard and being expected to attend the
same school as they did once he turned eleven. Giving him a very bare bones
explanation which basically consisted of 'you're a wizard, you're going', she
sent him off to do yard work.
Utterly confused, Harry did his work as expected before packing his additional
homework and heading to the nearby cafe where he was meeting Mistress Brown.
Even during the summer she had kept up his education, even if it was a reduced
workload.
Andromeda watched as the boy greeted her before sitting down; his eyes seemed
unfocused and distant, not even paying attention to her questions. He knew
better than to ignore her, which lead her to a simple conclusion,
"The letter arrived then?"
His brilliant green eyes instantly snapped to her, as his jaw almost hit the
table. Realizing she expected an answer he quickly stuttered out,
"Y-yes Mistress, but how did you know?"
Chuckling she snapped a quick silencing spell around their table and started
telling him about her real identity as Andromeda Tonks née Black the witch and
her purpose of 'helping' him. She left out the part about him inheriting the
house Black, but did talk about the history and heritage of the house of
Potter.
At first angry at his Mistress for lying he quickly buried the feeling, he now
realized why she had spent so much time on his education and manners, not to
mention he was quite attached to her. When she explained the need for her to
hide her name and her orders to not reveal anything Harry did understand, yet
he couldn't help being irritated at this Dumbledore person who had kept all
this a secret from him without even meeting him.
Hearing that his mother and father hadn't died as drunks but had in fact died
while defending him brought a tear to his eye and he gladly accepted the warm
hug Mistress Br…Mistress Tonks offered him.
"Give me the letter, I will send them your affirmative reply and tomorrow we
are visiting Diagon Alley and getting your things for Hogwarts."
Smiling happily Harry handed over the letter and started bombarding Andromeda
with questions about the wizarding world.
The next day Andromeda picked up an excited Potter child at the Dursley
household before apparating him to a nearby public fireplace that was connected
to the Floo Network, wanting to get him acquainted to all forms of wizarding
travel. As they walked into the dingy building she explained to him how muggle-
repelling wards worked while pointing out the muggles that seemed to ignore
their presence. The boy was clearly extremely excited and she hoped he was
paying attention to her words.
"Just throw the powder in, wait for the flames to turn green, then walk in and
call out your destination. Remember to keep walking when you exit on the other
side or the momentum will throw you to the ground."
His usual obedience kicking in, Andromeda watched in horror as he threw in the
powder, practically ran into the fireplace and blurted out what sounded like
"diagonally" before disappearing in a swirl of flames. Cursing she quickly
followed, correctly shouting out Diagon Alley and arriving at the Leaky
Cauldron, yet no matter where she looked there was no sign of the boy.
Harry realized he had somehow messed up, this did not look like any pub he had
ever heard of, wizarding or muggle. The place was dimly lit and had some of the
most horrific things he had ever seen littered about, a blood-stained pack of
cards, a withering hand lying on a cushion and evil-looking masks decorating
the walls, seeming to stare at him. After waiting patiently for five minutes
for his Mistress to arrive he was starting to panic, the place had an eerie
feeling and he really wanted to get out of there.
Stumbling in the dim light he made his way towards what he thought was the
door, only to accidentally bump into a hooded figure. The woman turned towards
him and Harry saw the familiar features, breathing out in relief,
"Mistress Tonks! I am so sorry I didn't..."
His throat closed up as the eyes that stared intently at him were not the dark
soft eyes of Andromeda Tonks, but instead sharp blue and seemed to be studying
him. When she turned more into the light he saw that she was paler than
Mistress Tonks and peeking out from under the hood was not dark hair, but an
almost silvery blond mane. Her face seemed more defined and sharper, making
Harry realize she was actually even prettier than his Mistress, even if their
features were very similar. She was wearing a curve hugging dark blue robe with
silver highlights, accentuating her narrow waist and impressive hips.
Narcissa Malfoy née Black, the youngest sister of Bellatrix Lestrange and
Andromeda Tonks studied the boy that had ran into her, taking in the messy dark
hair, the brilliant green eyes and most importantly of all, the lightning
shaped scar sitting on his forehead.
What on earth was the Boy-Who-Lived doing in Borgin and Burkes, a notoriously
dark shop located in Knockturn Alley and most importantly of all, did he really
just call her what she think he did?
"Mistress Tonks...?" Narcissa drawled with a small smirk tugging on her lips.
The boy paled and seemed to be on the verge of having a full-blown panic
attack. Not about to let such juicy gossip slip through her fingers, she
decided to comfort him with a white lie or two, placing a hand on his shoulder,
"No need to be afraid Harry, my name is Narcissa Malfoy and my sister has often
talked about you."
That was quite the lie, but based on the fact the he confused her with her
sister she was fairly certain he had no knowledge of her.
"Sister…?" Harry took in her features and the fact that she seemed to know his
name, not fully realizing his fame in the wizarding world yet, and felt the
tension leave his muscles. Mrs Malfoy did look a lot like Mistress Tonks and he
now understood why he had confused them with each other, even her voice had the
similar haughty overtones, even if it was slightly clearer. He never even knew
his Mistress had siblings!
Handing Harry a cloak with an obscuring charm around the hood she started
pulling him out of the store,
"Come now, this is no place for children, put the cloak on and follow me."
Recognizing the commanding tone of voice Harry quickly obeyed, happy to leave
the ominous store, quickly donning the cloak and following the elegant woman.
Soon they came to what looked like a mix between a pub and a restaurant, with
tables set against the walls in small alcoves and drapes covering the entrance
to said alcoves, offering any diners full privacy. The place looked far more
elegant than the rest of Knockturn Alley and Harry could make out a sign saying
it was 'The Shrouded Snake'.
The man at the door clearly recognized Mistress Tonks' sister and quickly
ushered them to a private alcove in the corner.
Narcissa waited for the man to bring her a glass of white wine and Harry a
glass of coke, before patting the seat next to her and smiling invitingly,
"You can remove the cloak now Harry, sit down and relax, we will not be
disturbed here and I am interested to know how you ended up in that dreadful
store of all places."
Harry sat down contently, after the panic in the store it felt good to sit down
and Mrs Malfoy seemed very kind, curling a hand around his shoulders and
hugging him close to her as he started telling her about the letter and their
purpose in Diagon Alley.
Narcissa made all the right sounds at the right times as she listened to the
boy talk, she really had lucked out being in the right spot at the right time.
Slowly she started inquiring more about what all he did for his 'Mistress',
after all she did say that her 'beloved sister had not given her too many
details, wanting to wait until Harry arrived at the wizarding world'. This
sounded perfectly plausible to Harry, after all this Dumbledore person had
forced Mistress Tonks to hide her true name and occupation as a witch from him,
why wouldn't he had enforced the same rules for someone else. Mrs Malfoy seemed
delighted when he started describing his chores, often praising him and
cuddling him even closer telling him what a good boy he was, prompting him to
take pride in his work and go into more intricate detail. He soon found himself
sitting in her lap with her soft manicured hands roaming over his body, all the
while going into more detail.
Narcissa couldn't help herself, when the boy had told her of how he pleased his
Mistress she had felt her core instantly heat up, the vulnerable beautiful
green eyes combined with the cute face of a young James Potter describing such
filthy acts made her just want to eat the boy up. Seeing he offered no
resistance, she had softly lifted him into her lap and moved her hands under
his shirt, skimming the smooth skin and feeling herself get more excited by the
minute. The boy seemed to lean into her touch, happily accepting her gentle
touch.
My, my, who knew you had it in you Andy. Although on second thought, this was
her elder sister that had slapped their mother, walked out of the Black
household and ran off with a muggleborn, she certainly did have a penchant for
the unexpected.
Harry faltered as the smooth hands made skin contact with his firm stomach,
feeling a familiar hardness start to form in his groin. Mrs Malfoy was very
pretty and sitting in her lap he could feel her big breasts press against his
back. He knew what erections were and had started experiencing them just before
the summer started, along with a light patch of pubic hair appearing, but had
been far too embarrassed to do anything about them, let alone mention them to
his Mistress.
Seeing the boy blush and falter and try to inconspicuously place his hands over
his crotch, Narcissa felt her panties dampen, Merlin but he was adorable. She
had always had a thing for pretty little boys, but sadly her husband didn't
really fit the bill with his arrogant attitude, not to mention he liked to bat
for the other team. Her son was turning into a clone of his father, already
adopting his despicable attitude, so there was very little interest there
either. This boy however, she simply had to have him.
She moved him further into her lap, his buttocks resting against her crotch as
she hugged his body to her bosom, placing her lips at his ear and giving it a
little lick, whispering,
"Do I make you feel excited Harry?"
She saw him turn even redder and very slowly nod, making her smile even wider
as she softly moved his hands away and placed hers on his bare stomach, playing
with the hem of his boxers.
"Has your Mistress ever pleased you in return Harry?" She breathed into his
ear, feeling his body shudder against hers. He swallowed audibly and shook his
head. She caressed his abdomen and softly played with the skin of his waist
before asking,
"Would you like me to?"
Pursing her lips in pleasure she saw him gulp again before nodding, making her
pussy heat up like a furnace. Softly she moved her pale gentle hands under his
underwear, her left hand moving under him to massage his buttocks while her
right hand gently cupped his crotch, playing with the smooth testicles before
moving to his rock hard erection. She was pleasantly surprised when she felt
it, he was almost as big as her husband. Whereas her husband was fairly average
in size it was quite impressive for someone who still had a lot of growing to
do.
Harry couldn't believe what he was feeling, Mrs Malfoy's cool hand felt amazing
as it gently moved his balls around before softly grasping his hard shaft.
Feeling her pull down his pants to his thighs, he looked down at his dick being
enfolded in the impossibly soft skin, massaging it up and down while he felt
her hot breath pant into his ear. His hips seemed to involuntarily buck into
the loving grasp, before he felt the grip harden and a soft seductive command
in his ear,
"Let me." He controlled his hips as best he could and soon felt her other hand
travel up to his lips, softly inserting her middle finger into his mouth.
"Suck."
Doing as ordered he licked and sucked the long smooth digit, making Mrs Malfoy
release small whimpers into his ear. The hand soon moved back down to his
buttocks and much to his surprise he felt the wet saliva covered finger probe
around his anus. He jerked at the unexpected sensation but calmed down when Mrs
Malfoy shushed him softly and started pumping his erection again.
Feeling the finger worm into his butt he clenched in surprise, gripping it
tightly, hearing yet another moan from Mrs Malfoy, before the wetness allowed
the finger to start probing in and out, teasing something soft near the wall of
his penis, giving him an overwhelming urge to pee.
Instead of peeing, an amazing sensation hit him; sending shocks through his
entire crotch and making shivers run up his spine. He moaned as he humped his
hips desperately into Mrs Malfoy's soft grasping hand and the finger probing
his butt, feeling shock waves of strange feelings wash over him. He felt
something release inside of him and slumped breathlessly against her soft big
bosom, feeling the hard nipples poking him in the back. He saw a small amount
of clear fluid on the hand that was still grasping his softening erection,
before, much to his surprise, Mrs Malfoy moved it up to her lips, sensually
licking her fingers clean.
"Did you enjoy that my little Harry?"
Her warm breath made goose bumps break out over his neck before he nodded his
head; he had never felt anything like that before.
"That is something a kind Mistress sometimes does to their charge, would you
like me to teach you more about this sometime?"
Surprised Harry nodded again, these were not the kind of lessons he would mind,
that had felt incredible.
"Yes please, Mrs Malfoy."
"Call me…Mistress Narcissa."
"Yes please, Mistress Narcissa" Harry replied happily, the only other person he
had ever called Mistress had been great to him, teaching him lots and this was
her sister! He sure was lucky to run into her of all people.
Narcissa could barely hold in her moan as the adorable boy called her Mistress,
she licked her fingers again and started planning; this had great potential,
both from a political and private point of view, as the heated thrumming of her
drenched pussy confirmed.
Chapter 11
Andromeda Tonks was cursing up a storm as she trudged around Diagon Alley,
desperately looking for one Harry Potter. If she didn't find him soon she'd
have no option besides contacting Dumbledore, who would be less than pleased to
find out she had taken him shopping without his permission. He had mumbled
something about 'the right influence' when she had asked him about it, but
there was information she needed to access at Gringotts that was vital for her
plans. She was about to lose hope when a familiar fox shaped Patronus charm ran
up to her shoulder and she heard the familiar drawl of her sister whisper into
her ear,
"Hello Andy, you'll never guess who I ran into in Knockturn Alley. He will be
returned safe and sound to his... Mistress…at noon, meet us at Fortescue's."
Andromeda swore loudly, startling a pureblooded couple that sent sneers her
way. She ignored them as she trudged towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream
Parlour, Cissa obviously knew about her relationship with the boy. Not
surprising if she had gotten the boy alone, Narcissa Malfoy had used her
feminine wiles and charms to manipulate the Wizengamot for as long as she could
remember, a soon to be eleven year old boy would have easily been fooled. She
swore again realizing what a vulnerable position she had left Harry in.
All that remained to be seen was what Cissa would do with her information,
ruining Andromeda seemed pointless as she was already a no-name in the
pureblood circles because of her expulsion from the Black family. Ruining Harry
seemed doubtful as it was highly unlikely the public would turn against the
Boy-Who-Lived if this got out, they were far more likely to crucify her.
Sighing she slumped into one of the chairs at Fortescue's, all she could do now
was wait.
Narcissa Malfoy was smiling smugly as she walked towards her pouting sister
with a cloaked Harry trailing her. Convincing him that as an upcoming Lord of
his house he needed an experienced teacher to help him, she had had a Lordship
tutor contract written up by her solicitor, stating that young Harry would need
to be under her care for three weeks every year. The contract required three
things, the signature of the tutor that had to be familiar with the life of a
Lord, something that she as the wife of Lord Malfoy easily qualified for, the
signature of the upcoming Lord and the signature of the upcoming Lord's current
guardian.
She had gladly signed it and whispers of continuing their private lessons had
made Harry quick to sign it as well. She had then side-along apparated them to
Privet Drive and after offering Mrs Dursley a check of five thousand pounds she
also happily signed the contract, complimenting Harry on finding such an able
tutor.
Unlike the longer apprentice contracts the tutor contract did not require
Ministry approval, which was the reason she could push it through so quickly.
Had she attempted anything more binding, Dumbledore's moles at the Ministry
would have quickly informed him, which would have no doubt lead to entire light
side blocking her attempts at gaining access to the young Potter.
After she had filed the contract at both the Ministry and Gringotts she had
decided it was time to celebrate and reward Harry for 'being such a good boy'.
This she did by marching back into Knockturn Alley and having Harry's glasses
replaced by expertly charmed contact lenses that would rarely, if ever, need
replacing. She told him how handsome he looked; bringing an adorable flush to
his face, which in turned caused a flash of heat to travel through her groin.
'Time for that later' she thought as she sat down in front of Andy, handing her
a copy of the contract.
Andromeda scanned the contract and paled, Dumbledore was going to blow a fuse
when he heard about this, Narcissa Malfoy getting the child for herself for
three whole weeks, oh Merlin.
"What are you planning Cissa?"
Narcissa smiled softly,
"Don't worry Andy, I'll have him over next week, both my husband and son will
be in France for a month."
Surprised that she would keep Harry separated from Lucius' influence Andy
narrowed her eyes,
"What are you after?"
A devious smirk formed on Narcissa's lips and she glanced at Harry licking her
lips,
"Young Harry has told me about his talents in great detail, I am certain we
will reach an agreement."
Understanding dawned on Andromeda's face as she saw the flush that coloured
Harry's cheeks and the way his eyes shifted to the floor, he had disobeyed her
and told Narcissa everything. Not unexpected, most adult men had trouble
controlling their tongue around the seductress; it still didn't ease her ire
over his loose tongue.
"I see."
She did in fact see, she knew that Narcissa had to be extremely frustrated. The
fact that Lucius was more into men and women had become quite known among the
sisters as it angered Narcissa to no end. There was also little chance of her
having an affair with anyone, she wouldn't touch muggles and any wizard who
approached her was too afraid of the political power her husband wielded to
dare anger him by laying hands on his wife.
The loss of political face would force Lord Malfoy to respond harshly, even if
he probably didn't care much about what his wife did. Narcissa elegantly stood
up,
"Of course you do dear sister; you have already sampled the goods."
Andromeda blushed slightly which only lead to Narcissa smiling wider before she
turned to Harry, engulfing him in a hug; covertly groping his buttocks while
grinding his crotch into her. She was delighted to instantly feel him harden
and blush furiously, before she leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks and
left with a whispered "We will see each other next week."
Harry's eyes were glued to the fitting robe of Mrs…Mistress Narcissa as she
walked away, before he turned his eyes into the icy stare of Mistress Tonks and
gulped deeply, this was not good.
"Not only did you run into the Floo without properly paying attention to me,
you also saw fit to disregard all my orders the second you were out of my
sight."
Her icy tone sent shivers through his back; this was not good at all.
"We still have business to attend to, I will deal with your…disobedience when
we return home. I will inform your Aunt you will not be home until late
tonight."
The way she pronounced 'disobedience' like a foreign, foul thing made Harry
wince, he couldn't even remember the last time he had heard his Mistress this
angry.
"You will not cause any further trouble and you will do exactly as I say for
the rest of the day, doing otherwise will only make it worse for you, do you
understand?"
"Yes Mistress!" He whimpered out, this was going to be a long day.
Andromeda nodded and stood up, motioning for the boy to follow. He would not
blab about their relationship as openly again, she would make sure of it.
Their first destination was the Gringotts bank, where she quickly ordered Harry
to request that all keys pertaining to his vaults be destroyed and a new one
bound to his blood made for him. It was a standard safety measure for old
vaults that had not been accessed in a long time, you never knew where the keys
were and the goblins wouldn't do it unless ordered. After having Harry request
the paperwork for the Potter family she happily concluded that he could claim
his Lordship at the age of thirteen as he was the last of his line. Once he
claimed that Lordship he would be an adult, thus eligible for the Black
Lordship.
To her surprise the clerk adamantly stated that the Potter wills had been
sealed which confused her, how did Dumbledore know to place him at the
Dursley's then?
Harry seemed briefly worried at being homeless or having to live alone after he
reached thirteen, but she gladly told him that he could always live with his
Mistress, which greatly cheered him up. After they visited his trust vault he
also realized his worries about being homeless were baseless.
What followed was a quick trip through Diagon Alley, with Andromeda expertly
weaving through the crowds and picking up additional necessities she thought he
might need. Like books about pureblood ancestry and customs, responsibilities
of a Lord and the power a Lord held and various potions books. When asked about
them she merely replied with a 'if half of what Nymphadora says is true, you
will understand'.
At Madam Malkin's she had him pick up fitted robes in Acromantula silk
displaying the Potter crest, he was the heir of a powerful family and should
look like one. The eyes of the sewing girl widened when she recognized the
crest, with the hair covering his scar and without the obvious horn rimmed
glasses to signal who the boy was, they had been fairly inconspicuous. Their
quick trek was greatly slowed at Ollivander's, where to Andromeda's concern
Harry received the brother-wand of Voldemort.
Once everything was packed into his trunk, Andromeda shrunk it and placed it in
her purse. She then grabbed his shoulder and apparated them to the simple four
room flat she used for her Jennifer Brown cover.
She calmly sat down at the table, turning to Harry,
"Mister Potter, prepare and serve the tea." Harry winced, the last time she had
called him 'Mister Potter' was after he had forgotten to come to their agreed
meeting last summer, she had not been pleased.
After serving her the tea she lightly extended her feet towards him,
"Massage my feet while I enlighten you on the stupidity you committed today."
He knelt down and removed her heels, running his hands over the white nylon
covering her legs before starting to softly work on the pads of her feet.
Andromeda sipped her tea and sighed in pleasure, before beginning her tale
about the sisters Black, their upbringing and their views of purebloods and
muggles, as well as how they ended up. Seeing he had a question she stopped her
lecture briefly,
"Umm, Mistress, were they right about purebloods being better then?" He asked
while working over her calves, trying his best to placate his Mistress before
she got around to the punishment.
Not entirely surprised at the question she gave what she considered the correct
answer,
"Yes and No. There are several magical traits that only show in certain
bloodlines, like the ability to talk to snakes in Slytherin's bloodline or my
daughter's metamorphic abilities. On the flip side however there is the issue
with weakened magical ability and the prevalence of squibs in pureblooded
households."
Sipping her tea she gave Harry a significant look,
"Overall I believe half-bloods are the strongest of the both, having the
ability to inherit powerful magical abilities as well as benefiting from being
part of a fresh gene pool. I do not consider it a coincidence that the most
powerful witches and wizards of our age, like Minerva McGonagall, Albus
Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort are all half-blooded."
Seeing the question on his face she continued,
"Yes I know we discussed him yesterday, but he was also a half-blood. Of course
we knew that, we went to school with him for Merlin's sake, but when you have
an ancestry like his and the power to back it up, people tend to conveniently
forget things they never wanted to believe in the first place."
Seeing him hesitate briefly she snapped at him,
"Well? Out with it."
"I'm sorry Mistress but…do you think Mrs Malfoy will hurt me?"
She laid her tea down and contemplated it briefly,
"No. I think she is just a frustrated woman and you're a convenient release.
She will no doubt attempt to influence you in other ways but I do not think she
will hurt you, as proof of significant physical pain gives you the right to
cancel the contract."
Harry exhaled in relief, after hearing Mistress Tonks explain he had realized
the two sisters were not nearly as close as he had been lead to believe.
Seeing her tea was finally done, Andromeda stood and started removing the
wizard robe she was wearing.
"Now Mister Potter, it is time to discuss your action with Mrs Malfoy."
Seeing the boy nervously nod, she set aside her dark blue robe, revealing a
highly enticing set of lingerie. Her long legs were encased in the usual white
thigh high stockings, held up by a lace-rimmed garter belt adorning her hips.
Her skimpy panties and bra were in white with a black lace rim, completing the
package.
She elegantly sat back in her chair, removing an imaginary speck of dust from
her nylons before turning back to Harry.
"Remove your clothes and lay in my lap, now!"
Harry quickly obeyed, practically throwing aside his clothing before lying
across her legs, trying to ignore the way her soft flesh in the silky stockings
felt against his crotch.
Placing her left hand on his back she started playing with his smooth buttocks
with her right one,
"You will tell me everything that happened between you stepping into the Floo
and arriving at Fortescue's."
Startled by the command and not knowing where to begin he hesitated, which was
instantly answered by four quick smacks across his cheeks. Moaning in pain he
heard his Mistress say,
"No hesitation, I will have no made up stories here, you will tell me what
happened and nothing else."
"Yes Mistress" He squeaked, attempting to explain how he ended up in a strange
store before being interrupted by another four smacks, causing a burning
sensation to flood his buttocks.
"I did not hear you thank me for the slaps Mister Potter."
"I'm sorry Mistress, thank you for disciplining me Mistress."
Her sultry "Good, continue" made him instantly continue the story, leaving
nothing out and avoiding hesitation as much as possible.
When he got to the part where Mrs Malfoy started pleasuring him he couldn't
avoid the arousal that he felt develop, having just seen Mistress Tonks
lingerie clad surely didn't help and neither did the feel of her stockings
rubbing against his cock as he was spanked.
Andromeda was very turned on by now, the spanking and the story was making her
panties incredibly wet and now she felt his hardness start to press against her
thigh. Merlin, when had that started occurring, it had been almost a year since
she had properly spanked him so she had completely missed it.
Caressing his red cheeks, her sultry voice interrupted his halting story,
"My, my, my, what a naughty boy we have here Mister Potter."
She saw him flush even redder, trying to press his arousal deeper into her
thigh like that would hide it. She let out an amused laugh,
"Growing excited when you are supposed to be punished, aren't you quite the
dirty boy."
No longer able to contain herself, she slightly spread her legs and moved the
boy further up her lap, letting his erection slip between her stocking clad
thighs. She closed her legs up again, feeling the delightful heat of his
trapped arousal.
"Quite the big boy aren't you Mister Potter, is this how a proper boy should
react to a spanking, hmmm?"
Harry moaned as his manhood was trapped between her toned flesh; the cool
feeling of the stockings rubbing all over his dick making it hard for him to
suppress the urge to hump her.
He heard the breathy voice of his Mistress above him, feeling her right hand
squeeze his buttocks for attention,
"You will count the smacks as usual and thank me Mister Potter."
Whimpering he thanked her and soon felt a searing pain in his left cheek which
forced his hips forward, burying his erection deep between her legs, before
slowly being pulled out again. He thanked her again, feeling utterly confused
by the strange sensation of both pain and pleasure.
Andromeda was breathing heavily as she watched the arousing display, she didn't
even need to hold the boy down; he was happily pressing between her legs,
trying to understand the mixed signals he was receiving. Using her left hand
she started rolling her nipples between her nimble fingers, feeling a familiar
burn start in her abdomen as she lifted her hand for another smack.
His butt was on fire, the heat was covering his entire groin as he whimpered
out his thanks at the fifteenth smack, yet her smooth thighs left him
anticipating the smacks. The delicious friction he was experiencing was
starting to push him towards the edge, his Mistress' sexy legs keeping an iron
grip on his trapped member, smothering it in soft heated flesh. No longer able
to contain himself he moaned deeply as she smacked him for the twenty-ninth
time, driving his erection deep between her nylon covered legs and granting him
sweet release, as his legs and abdomen twitched at the overwhelming sensations
spreading through his manhood.
Andromeda panted deeply as she watched the boy orgasm through her spanking,
feeling a glob of wetness stain her stockings as her entire right arm tingled
up to her elbow. Her pussy was twitching at the arousing display and she had
long since abandoned her bra, letting her hard nipples stand proud. Hearing him
mumble a "thank you for the spanking Mistress" she smiled coyly, before picking
him up and helping him to the bedroom, as his legs seemed like jelly. That was
all right, it wasn't his legs she wanted right now.
Laying him down on his back, she pulled off her soaked panties, leaving her in
her stockings and garter belt. She wiped the small glob he had left on her
stockings off with her finger, before smiling mischievously and bringing it to
his lips. She watched as he automatically licked her fingers clean, making her
moan at the feel of his tongue dancing over her digits and the erotic display
he just unknowingly provided.
Moving up across his body she removed her fingers and placed her knees on both
sides of his head, before lowering her soaked pussy down to his face, using him
like a chair. She briefly appreciated his lack of glasses at it made him far
more accessible. She moaned deeply as she felt his tongue delve into her musky
hole, scooping up her releases and diligently swallowing it like a precious
gift. Moving her hips around, she would direct him around her pussy,
alternatively sucking on her folds or dragging his tongue across the walls of
her pussy. Moving forward she even felt his hot tongue probe around her anus,
teasing the nerve endings and making her pant in pleasure as he explored every
nook and cranny that she wanted. Feeling like she could no longer take it, she
pulled on her nipples as she brought her clit to his mouth, instantly feeling
his lips suck on it like a lollipop, hollowing out his cheeks. The amazing
feeling of suction and talented tongue brought her screaming over the edge,
humping his face as she flooded his mouth with her fluids. Her pussy felt like
it was on fire as the hot tongue licked and sucked, prolonging her orgasm until
she was utterly spent, collapsing forward against the headboard.
Panting heavily she moaned as boy continued cleaning her, not even bothering to
warn him she ground her wet slit into his mouth and let her bladder go,
flooding his mouth with her hot urine. He gulped heavily and worked his jaw
around her flesh, feeling his mouth and tongue coax out every single drop
before going back to licking her again.
Andromeda rolled over, breathing heavily and feeling like she could barely
think, let alone stand.
"Good boy Harry, your punishment is over."
"Thank you for the punishment Mistress."
Smiling she ruffled his hair,
"Now head home before your Aunt gets worried, tomorrow we will start working on
the things from Diagon Alley."
Watching the boy limp away with a glowing red rump, she collapsed in the bed;
her last thought before letting sleep claim her was how on earth she was going
to explain the tutor contract to Dumbledore.
Chapter 12
Andromeda smiled at the boy limping towards him, he was trying to hide his
wince but it was obvious his cheeks were still quite sore. Grabbing him she
apparated them to the Tonks family home, a simple yet cosy two story building
surrounded by a well-kept garden. Harry felt a warm feeling pass over his skin
as they entered the premises, like a thin coating of oil being poured over his
skin.
"You felt that then?" Andromeda asked after seeing him stare at his skin in
wonder,
"It's the intent based wards of the house; I used quite a few ones from the
Black library, making them fairly powerful. It's a good sign of your magical
ability if you are already able to sense them."
Walking into the house she led them to the kitchen, where Harry saw a girl, no,
young woman, with a startling shade of violet hair hunched over a book while
munching on a sandwich.
"Nymphadora! What have I told you about reading at the dinner table!"
The girls face snapped to Mistress Tonks, revealing a pale heart shaped face
and familiar looking soft dark eyes, before much to Harry's surprise her hair
turned pink in what looked like embarrassment. Even with his Mistress having
explained her metamorphic abilities Harry couldn't help being impressed, that
was so cool.
"Sorry mum" she replied, before closing the book and placing it on the chair
next to hers. She then turned her attention to the stunned face of the young
boy standing next to her mother, being slightly surprised at how tall he was
for his age; he must have entered puberty early.
She had instantly recognized him as Harry Potter, it was hard to mistake her
mother's description of brilliant green eyes and messy hair, not to mention the
scar that was peeking out between his dark locks.
"Wotcher Harry; happy to finally meet you!"
"That's so cool" he blurted out before blushing, causing the young woman to
smile before hastily adding,
"I mean, nice to meet you as well, Nymphadora."
Her smile instantly disappeared, replaced by a stormy expression,
"Harry, do not call me that ever again. Call me Tonks."
Gulping Harry realized this was definitively Mistress Tonks' daughter; that
tone of voice was eerily similar to the one she used when calling him 'Mister
Potter'. He quickly nodded his head before heading to one of the chairs,
wincing as he lowered his sore bottom into it.
The stormy expression instantly faded from Nymphadora's face, replaced with one
of concern,
"Are you injured Harry? I'm sure there are spells or salves over here that can
help you."
Harry glanced at Mistress Tonks, seeing a clearly disapproving look in her eyes
and quickly shook his head; his Mistress would not be pleased if he tried to
get out of his punishment early.
"No thanks, it's fine, I just slipped slightly when cleaning the stairs at
home."
He added a small smile, yet Nymphadora didn't seem impressed with his
explanation at all, but she let it go. Merlin, she seemed as adept at looking
through his white lies as her mother. Studying the girl Harry realized she had
clearly inherited the body of her mother, full breasts lead down to a slim
waist which was followed by wide hips. He was not surprised she seemed to be in
good shape, Mistress Tonks often told him she wished to be in law enforcement
once she graduated, spending a good part of her free time training.
Unlike her mother who always dressed with high class, Nymphadora chose to wear
a pair of faded hip-hugging jeans combined with a startling violet tank top
that clearly matched her hair and did nothing to hide her assets, which Harry
realized he was quite openly admiring.
Seeing the smirk on her face at where his attention was, he quickly turned his
head to Mistress Tonks, who seemed to have a thoughtful expression on her face
when looking at the two of them.
Realizing a slightly blushing Harry was looking at her she snapped out of her
thoughts and decided it was time to get them started on Harry's summer
tutoring, she had one week to prepare him for his stay at Malfoy manor and
would do her best to make sure he wasn't fooled into signing something stupid.
Again. Feeling her temper rising she got to work, the boy had already been
punished, crying over spilt milk would change nothing.
The only good news that came out of the contract was Andromeda's new
occupation. As expected, when Dumbledore found about the contract he had been
less than pleased, mumbling about Tom Riddle before having his people at the
ministry look for every possible loop-hole into the blasted piece of paper.
There were obviously none, Narcissa Malfoy employed the best solicitors money
could buy; they did not make simple mistakes.
Seeing a golden opportunity Andromeda played the worried teacher, talking about
how afraid she was her sister would corrupt the boy, especially after how close
they had become. Dumbledore's eyes had lit up upon hearing that and after
hearing Andromeda wish that if only there was 'some way she could help keep him
away from dark influences during his stay in Hogwarts' he had promptly informed
her that she was the new Muggle Studies teacher. This was killing two flies at
once for Dumbledore; he had received multiple complaints about their Muggle
Studies teacher, something about the teacher being a hundred years behind in
things. She had proven impossible to replace though, as the only wizarding folk
knowledgeable about the muggle world were half-bloods or muggle-born, and any
attempts to replace a pureblood with anything 'lesser' was instantly met with
uproar. Andromeda however was not only of Black ancestry; she was also
intimately familiar with the muggle world.
To top it off it was no secret she was at odds with her sisters, making her an
excellent counter-weight for the influence Mrs Malfoy might exert over the boy.
Dumbledore did suspect she might have ulterior motives, but she was already
close to the boy and supported the light, making her the best candidate he
could think of, short of tracking down Remus Lupin. Having a light sided witch
Harry could confide in at the castle could only be a good thing, even if he
would have preferred to have someone closer to him fill that role, like the
Weasley's.
That family however didn't know the meaning of the word subtle even if someone
bashed them over the head with it, so it was merely an old man's folly.
Andromeda snapped back to the present and soon spent the next week tutoring
Harry in the basics of magic and warning him repeatedly about the dangers of
Narcissa Malfoy. She could not simply order him to not go, as the contract and
the simple fact that Narcissa knew everything made any direct opposition
political suicide.
Monday afternoon soon arrived, as did the fetching woman known as Narcissa
Malfoy. Dressed in an elegant dark blue robe that seemed more like a
formfitting cocktail dress than a wizarding robe, she walked up to Harry with
her hips swaying. There was a split in the dress up one side, hinting at her
black stocking clad legs every time she moved. Smiling a sultry smile she
engulfed him in a hug, causing his face to turn bright red as she pressed him
up against her soft bosom.
"Hello my little Harry, have you missed me?"
He was about to reply with the affirmative, what she did to him at the
restaurant had been in his thoughts all week, but he hesitantly glanced at
Mistress Tonks.
Seeing him falter and glance at Andromeda, Narcissa smiled even wider, they
might have been telling stories about her, but she had gotten to him before
that and had her hooks in him now.
"Don't worry about it; do you have your things?"
Seeing him nod she took out an elegant handkerchief bearing the Malfoy crest,
"Place your finger on this, this is a portkey and will transport us to Malfoy
Manor. When you hit the ground bend your knees to absorb the impact."
Placing a hand around him she uttered the words "Play time" before they were
whisked away in a brilliant spiral of flashing lights. Arriving at the manor
grounds sooner than expected; Harry, as Narcissa expected, was caught off guard
and stumbled to the ground.
Allowing herself to 'slip' with him she straddled his waist letting her full
bosom rest against his chin. Sitting up she softly ground her dampening mound
against his crotch, hearing him hiss as he instantly hardened.
Acting like it was all a coincidence she brushed a few strands of hair from her
face, enjoying the feel of his arousal under her,
"Oh dear, I did warn you didn't I?"
"Y-yes you d-did Mistress Narcissa, I'm sorry."
She smiled a coy smile at how flustered the poor boy was, before softly
grinding her mound against him again as she stood up and offered him a hand.
"Oh don't worry about it Harry, such things happen to everyone the first time"
She purred, sending a significant glance at his visible tent as she said the
last words, seeing his face turn even redder as he attempted to conceal his
arousal.
Harry watched in embarrassment as his Mistress called for a creature called a
house-elf and had him unpack his things in a guestroom. He realized Mistress
Tonks hadn't been joking when she said the Malfoy's were incredibly rich, the
entire place was like a manor and his 'room' was the size of the entire upper
floor of the Dursley's house. He caught the elf, Dobby it was called, staring
at him occasionally, disturbed by the look it had, it seemed almost…reverent.
Mistress Tonks had told him so many stories about how 'evil' the Malfoy's were,
yet Mistress Narcissa was extremely kind to him at all times. And extremely
pretty, not that it had anything to do with his thinking of course.
As the evening approached she called him down to a small lounge room in the
corner of the mansion, it had only a small coffee table, a soft looking beige
sofa and a fireplace that had a fire roaring in it. She sat in the sofa and
crossed her legs, showing off the pale skin of her thighs through the split in
the robe.
Smiling a mischievous smile she patted the seat next to her,
"Come now Harry, let's relax and talk for a bit. You have no doubt been told
all sort of terrible stories about me, yet you probably have realized not
everything about it is true?"
Harry had to agree with that, this was far from the terrible woman he had heard
about it, she was nothing like the stories.
Pouring herself a glass of white wine she handed one to Harry as well,
"It will help you relax dear, there's nothing wrong with enjoying a good glass
of wine in good company."
Unsurely he took the wine, it had a fruity taste and he suspected she had
picked a sweeter wine he might like. Who was he to argue against her
hospitality though, he thought, as he sampled it again.
"If there's anything you don't want to talk about just tell me, I don't want to
force you to talk about anything you don't want to."
She smiled encouragingly after her little speech, exposing a perfect line of
pearly whites and Harry returned her smile, sipping the wine again and feeling
himself relax. Honestly, they had to be mistaken about the woman.
They spoke softly about random things, Mrs Malfoy talking about the wizarding
world and her time at Hogwarts, even mentioning James and Lily, spellbinding
Harry with her intricate tales about their adventures. He laughed and relaxed
and soon noticed Mistress Narcissa refill his glass, had he emptied it?
He didn't even notice.
As she handed him his second glass she caressed his hand,
"I really hope you didn't end up in trouble because of what you told me?"
He faltered, and she quickly continued,
"Oh no, I am so sorry. It wasn't really your fault now was it, I shouldn't have
been snooping.
He tried to mumble that it wasn't a big deal, it was just a spanking, which
made her continue, sounding genuinely distressed now,
"A spanking? Oh dear, my poor little Harry. Did you at least have your bum
treated afterwards?"
"Umm, no? But it healed by itself I think." he replied, sounding unsure.
"By itself! You never had it checked up? What if there's scarring or bruising
still there! I can't let this stand."
She sounded so concerned Harry couldn't think of a good excuse, his mind seemed
slightly muddled from the wine as well, so when she told him she had to inspect
the damage 'she had caused' and started removing his pants, he diligently
helped her and allowed her to lay him down in her lap.
Narcissa felt a jolt in her groin as the half-naked boy laid across her lap,
Merlin but she hadn't had this much fun in ages. She found it funny that
Andromeda had no doubt spent the entire week drilling into the boy what a
terrible woman she was, yet it was all for naught as she gently caressed the
back of his bare legs. Dipping her hands between his thighs she rubbed the soft
skin of his inner thighs before kneading his buttocks like dough. She felt him
harden against her thigh as the tips of her fingers skimmed against his sack.
"Hmmm" she mumbled as she continued kneading his flesh, "looks like we got
lucky this time, your skin looks just perfect" she purred as her hands spread
his cheeks, playing with the tender flesh near his anus.
Leaning down she licked him across his lower back and whispered softly to him,
"Do you remember what we did last time Honey?"
She saw him nod quickly, his breath already sounding laboured as her hands
continued their exploring, gently massaging his balls with the palm of her
right hand,
"Would you like me to do it again?" she breathed out, her soft breath cooling
the patch of saliva on his skin, sending shivers up his back.
"Yes please, Mistress Narcissa."
"Mmmm" Merlin, but she couldn't hold the moan in when those needy green eyes
turned to her and called her Mistress.
Turning ninety degrees towards Harry in the sofa, she folded her feet under her
thighs, leaving her in an almost kneeling position, after which she pulled his
crotch flush to her waist, leaving him spread out in front of her, both his
legs under her arms.
Harry was surprised at the strange position, it was almost like when he did
push ups, except his legs were spread and his chest was lying on the sofa. He
then felt a strange tickling feeling travel across his rectal cavity before he
heard Mistress Narcissa's voice comfort him,
"Don't worry sweetie, it was just a cleaning spell."
Cleaning spell? What does she need a…he jumped as he felt soft lips kiss his
bum, before his Mistress strong hands parted his cheeks and he felt the full
lips landing kisses all over his tight butt. Soon he felt her mouth travel
south to gently suck on his hairless ball sack, alternating between the
testicles before her feather light kisses travelled up to his anus again. He
felt a hot wet tongue play with his opening, causing him to clench around the
wet muscle in surprise and letting a soft moan slip past his lips as it
continued to insistently probe him, slowly slipping past his clenching
defences. He felt a soft hand massage his shaft, pumping it up and down while
the tongue probed him, his breath coming in deep pants.
He sighed in disappointment as the mouth moved away before clenching in
surprise again as two slick fingers started working on the small puckered hole.
With saliva covering his entire ring they easily glided into him, making him
clench around them in rhythm with the hand pumping his cock. The two fingers
started curling towards his balls, hitting a familiar spot inside of him,
causing him to push his hips towards the fingers in pleasure. As his muscles
relaxed around the intrusion he felt the same fingers start pumping into him,
continuing the same curling motion, constantly rubbing against the same spot
until he could no longer bear the pressure.
His orgasm hit him like a truck, and he clenched his butt around the long slim
fingers that continued their work, while desperately humping the silky hand
that also showed no signs of slowing down, milking him completely dry as he
shuddered around the controlling hands. He slumped down on the sofa, completely
exhausted and soon felt fingers playing with his lips. Reflexively he opened
his mouth and sucked them dry, tasting something slightly salty.
Narcissa moaned as she watched the boy suck clean the hand that had been around
his cock, Merlin but she was needy. Still, she had waited this long, so she
could wait until tomorrow when she would finally use all her tools on him,
granting her the sweet release she had waited more than a decade for.
She didn't want to scare him away too soon after all.
Chapter 13
Harry woke up momentarily confused, the large room and soft luxurious bed were
foreign to him, until the memories of last night returned. He blushed bright
red and felt himself harden as he remembered what Mistress Narcissa had done,
Merlin but it had felt good. He couldn't remember how he made it back to his
room but assumed she had moved him. Stretching he inspected his blue silk
pyjamas; she had clearly clothed him before tucking him in, further confusing
him why people kept insisting she was evil. He was growing convinced she was
just misunderstood, she had been incredibly kind to him and the things she did
to him felt amazing every single time.
The strange elf, Dobby, popped into his room, startling him before squeaking
out that breakfast was served in the small dining room. Being allowed to sleep
in and having breakfast served, Harry was definitively starting to enjoy his
stay at Malfoy manor quite a bit.
After a bit of exploring he managed to find the small dining groom, about to
greet Mistress Narcissa before his words died in his throat. She had let her
long blonde hair loose, framing the pale face and pouting lips that were
sampling her tea. Her body was barely covered with a small light green satin
sleeping robe, ending mid-thigh and displaying a lot of cleavage, leaving
little doubt she was nude underneath.
Spotting him she smiled sexily, clearly noticing his eyes roaming her body,
"Oh good morning Harry, I'm sorry about my casual state of dress, I merely
enjoy sleeping in the nude and forgot we had guests."
Harry was starting to doubt if she really was as forgetful as she let him
believe, her mischievous smile wasn't exactly lending credibility to her
statement, but he surely wasn't about to complain. Trying to get his higher
brain functions under control he addressed her,
"Good morning Mistress Narcissa, thank you for the pyjamas."
"Oh it's nothing; I quite enjoyed playing dress-up with you."
Again the mischievous smile, Merlin he was going to be walking funny the entire
time he spent here. Harry didn't realize just how correct that statement was
yet.
Once they were done with breakfast she pushed her chair back and crossed her
legs, enjoying the way Harry's eyes were glued to hem of her robe that rode up
tantalizingly close to her crotch. Clearing her throat to get his attention,
smiling at his blush, she started laying out their schedule, ending with,
"Of course, most of the afternoon will be spent going over how a Lord behaves
in the Wizengamot and what rights attaining Lordship grants you."
Seeing his surprised face she chuckled at him,
"You didn't really think we would spend these weeks only playing, did you? The
contract requires I teach you and I am quite interested in keeping it active
for many years to come."
He cleared his throat and avoided her gaze, especially at the way she had said
'playing', feeling his face heat up. He had indeed thought there would be
little learning going on at the Manor.
The morning turned out to be quite interesting, she taught him to control the
magic flowing into his wand, a skill that was required for casting votes inside
the Wizengamot chamber. To her surprise he grasped the skill rather quickly,
thanks to his larger than average reserves. He would start by overflowing the
wand with magic before being able to detect the flow and tone it down; an
ability she told him would greatly benefit him, especially when casting magic
that allowed one to control the power of the spell.
Whereas certain spells required a set amount of magic, like a transfiguration
needing a lump of power to transform from one thing into another, charms like
the lumos light spell or the protego shield spell could be regulated through
power input. Overpowering a transfiguration spell only lead to either the spell
failing, often disastrously, or the magic being wasted in transition, as
duration was specified while casting and had set parameters depending on the
casters wishes.
After a quick lunch they moved to the afternoon material, which was possibly
the most boring thing Harry had ever endured. Mistress Malfoy was a relentless
taskmistress, drilling him on the importance of the different houses and ranks
as well the importance of ancestry when it came to political power. She had him
perfect the lordly bow followed by the customary kiss on the back of her hand,
as well as quizzing him on what was and wasn't allowed by a Lord of his
stature.
Even if the material was boring, it was very enlightening for Harry, the more
material they covered, the more things kept showing on the 'allowed' list for a
Lord, especially compared to a normal wizard, let alone a muggle-born. He was
starting to realize he would wield quite a lot of political power in the
wizarding world once he claimed his place as Lord Potter. Hearing the house elf
inform them that dinner was served was the best news Harry had heard all day,
happily following the shapely behind of Mistress Narcissa to the informal
dining room. She had switched to a thin summer dress that covered little more
than the sleeping robe and Harry wasn't sure if she had bothered with
underwear.
Once they were seated he decided he needed to bring up another thing that had
been bothering him,
"Ummm, Mistress Narcissa?"
"Yes sweetie?"
He faltered a bit before trying to compose his thoughts,
"Mistress Tonks has explained how uh, sex, works and I've been wondering if uh,
what we did, what uh, you did, to my butt last night was... wrong?"
His voice died slightly at the end of his question, showing the hesitation he
was feeling.
Narcissa however only smiled widely at him and softly reached over to caress
the back of his hand,
"Aww have you been worrying all this time my little Harry? You should know you
can always talk to me if you want to and there's absolutely nothing to worry
about."
Squeezing his hand she continued,
"What you should be asking yourself is, did last night feel wrong?"
Harry considered it a bit before shaking his head no; it had felt amazing, not
wrong. She smiled even wider and continued,
"See, that's what I mean, as long as it doesn't feel wrong there's nothing to
worry about. Men are like women in that regard you know."
Seeing his confused face she continued,
"You know how a woman's clitoris is where she feels the most pleasure, yet
there are many other things that can make a woman feel good, like playing with
the rest of her pussy or playing with her feet as Andromeda likes?"
Harry nodded, he had been aware of these things for years, both Aunt Petunia
and Mistress Tonks had taught him a lot about pleasing women, even if they used
vastly different methods. Seeing him agree she continued,
"Men are also like that, whereas playing with your dick feels great didn't
playing with your butt feel just as good?"
Harry nodded again, Mistress Narcissa made perfect sense; he wondered if that
was how Mistress Tonks felt when he pleasured her feet.
"So do you still think what we're doing is wrong?"
She asked the question with a soft smile, making Harry smile in return and
shake his head, how could something that felt so good be wrong, especially if
it was his Mistress doing it. Once dinner was served she continued in a soft
sensual voice,
"You know it's good you asked this now, I have plans for tonight that will
bring us both a great deal of pleasure."
Seeing his clearly intrigued expression she merely chuckled and indicated the
food,
"Later sweetling, you will love it, I promise."
Two hours after the meal, having given it time to settle, Narcissa had an house
elf fetch the boy to her room. Harry soon walked on, spotting his mistress
sitting on the huge bed and had trouble deciding where to place his eyes. She
was wearing a skimpy baby blue satin teddy, hugging her hips and accentuating
her full bust causing his blood to quickly pool towards his groin.
Narcissa patted the bed next to her, smiling pleasantly at the gob smacked
expression he had. Merlin it felt good to have someone lust after her like that
again. Once he was seated she deftly undid what seemed like a complex ward
around her bedside table and reached a trembling hand into the shelf to grab
what she had waited so long to use.
It had started soon after she had married Lucius Malfoy, or been married to
Lucius Malfoy would be more correct. It was an arranged marriage by the Lords
Malfoy and Black and neither she nor Lucius had much to say about it. Initially
she had been pleased, Lucius was not bad looking and he was the heir of a
powerful family, she could have done much worse. Her expression however fell
once their wedding night arrived and Lucius seemed to have an equipment
malfunction, something that would at first cause her insecurities about her
femininity. That is until she caught him ramming one of the serving boys at the
Winter Ball, putting her insecurities to rest and confirming her suspicions
about his sexuality.
The pressure from both their parents to present an heir was steadily increasing
as going public about his homosexuality was simply not an option, it would have
shamed both their families among the pureblood community. In her desperation
she turned to her sane sister, who much to her surprise humorously suggested
visiting a muggle sex shop to perhaps help Lucius get in the mood to do the
deed.
Nervously she had walked in, accepting the compliments on her 'goth style' from
the shop owner with practiced grace, before staring in wonder at the row after
row of various toys in every colour under the sun. She had wandered aimlessly
around, studying the pictures and deciphering the uses of the various toys
until she came to something that took her breath away. It was a harness formed
like pair of black panties made out of straps, and in the front there was a
pink shaft formed like a penis, sticking out obscenely. The picture showed an
attractive young woman wearing the harness and buggering a kneeling man, in
what looked like obvious rapture.
She didn't know how long she stood staring at the picture, as her panties
moistened and her nipples hardened at the images her mind conjured, before
grabbing it from the shelf and paying for it with glassy eyes.
Convincing Lucius to try it had been easy, his father had been threatening him
with expulsion from the family if he didn't produce an heir soon and he was
growing desperate. The first time Narcissa had worn the strap-on she had been
amazed at the sensations flowing through her as she rammed her hips into the
willing Lucius. Never before had anything turned her on as much as finally
being the 'man' in the relationship and she would bugger Lucius with wild
abandon whenever she had the chance. It would not last long though, as with
Lucius turned on enough to perform he soon managed to spill his seed inside of
her, leaving her with child, much to his and their parents' relief. No one saw
the look of anguish pass over Narcissa's face as she was once again forced to
live in a loveless marriage.
She had repressed and buried her lust and fantasies deep in her mind, expecting
them to never be fulfilled, trying to forget she even had them. Until one
fateful day early in the summer of 1991 when a beautiful young boy with
brilliant green eyes had walked into her, lovingly calling her 'Mistress'.
The toy she pulled out of the bedside table was not a muggle toy, but a
wizarding version of the same concept. Honestly, she should have expected there
to be a wizarding equivalent of a sex shop, it was not like sexual desires were
a concept unique to muggles. Not to mention wizards and witches had magic to
help them along; giving them a considerable advantage in designing sex toys,
something the muggle-borns had been quick to capitalize on.
The toy was formed like a penis without testicles, the shaft was slightly wider
than four of her fingers pressed together and it was seven inches long. It felt
exactly like skin which was no surprise, the permanent transfiguration had made
such an achievement easy. What made it special however was the base of the toy,
which was formed like an oval slanted suction cup, filled with a soft magic-
infused jelly that seemed to cling to the toy.
Its purpose was simple, it could be placed on the pussy, the soft jelly
spreading into every nook and cranny, leaving a hole in the shaft for urine and
other fluids to flow through, before magic was channelled into it to make the
jelly harden and the toy stick like it was an extension of the woman. Once the
toy had aligned properly, the switching rune matrix inside the toy would
activate, transferring all sensation from the shaft to her pussy, whereas the
bulbous head transported the sensations directly to her clitoris.
She showed it to Harry with shaking hands, trying to control her breathing as
her pussy moistened in anticipation.
"Sweetie, tonight I would love to use this on you instead of my fingers."
He reached over and grabbed it from her hands, turning it around hesitantly, it
seemed a lot bigger than her fingers, how on earth would something like that
fit?
"Umm, uh, would it hurt a lot?"
She smiled and hugged him tightly, letting her hands travel under his shirt to
caress his back,
"No Harry, I would never do anything to hurt you."
He still seemed pretty intimated, handing the toy back to her,
"Do I have to?"
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek,
"No honey, I will never force you to do anything you don't want to do."
After a bit of hesitation she looked down at the floor, suddenly looking very
vulnerable with a tear trickling down her cheek,
"I merely thought you might want to give me some pleasure in return as well,
that is all."
Guilt suddenly flooded Harry, he realized she had never done anything to him
without asking first and it had felt amazing every single time. He also
realized he had never pleasured her like he would do for his Mistress, even
though she took great care of him and even helped tutor him.
Narcissa let small crocodile tears leak through her eyes as she watched doubt
hit the boy, he had clearly never seen a woman play 'damsel in distress'
before. Merlin, but playing with him was so much fun and she had trouble
controlling her smirk as he seemed to steel himself and softly agree to try the
toy. She let her devious smirk transform into a genuine smile and hugged him
close before kissing him softly on the lips.
Harry was surprised by the sudden kiss on the lips; he had barely agreed to use
the toy when the impossibly soft lips of his Mistress danced all over his. She
nibbled gently on his lips and he tried to reciprocate but felt himself
hopelessly outmatched by her experience. Her hot tongue soon licked his lips
and he hesitantly parted them, only to feel her practically plunder his mouth
while grinding her hips against him. Any doubts he had about the toy evaporated
as he grew to full hardness against her grinding hips while she continued to
dominate his mouth. She moved her lips to his ear, leaving him panting as she
started licking up and down the lobe, nibbling gently on the skin of his neck
in between licks. Her soft breath sent shivers down his neck as she finally
spoke,
"Mmm we are going to have so much fun sweetling."
As she moved back he had trouble staying upright, he was hard as a rock at the
feel of her amazing body squirming all over his. His eyes were glued to the
skimpy baby doll she was wearing, the hard nipples of her soft breasts clearly
visible against the soft satin.
Her rasping voice snapped him out of his haze,
"Take your clothes off honey."
He practically threw them off, sighing in relief as he freed his constrained
erection. She pushed him down towards the bed,
"Get on all fours and spread those lovely legs."
Hesitantly but too turned on to really care he climbed up on the bed, resting
his elbows and upper body on the soft sheets of the luxurious bed, while
keeping his butt in the air, legs spread wide for his Mistress.
Narcissa moaned softly as she attached the toy to her pussy, the soft jelly
conforming to her curves before a small shock of magic ran through her as it
hardened and bound her to it. Gently she ran her fingers up the artificial
shaft, enjoying the tingles of pleasure that were broadcasted through. She was
dripping wet and her secretions started slowly working their way through the
hollow shaft, providing her own lubrication as she saw a drop of fluid slip
down the tip. Throwing the quick familiar cleansing charm at the waiting boy,
she threw aside both her wand and the satin teddy, enjoying the cool air on her
hardened nipples.
Harry felt the weight of the bed shift as his Mistress climbed up behind him
and felt himself tense in expectation. His mistress had clearly anticipated
this as he soon felt soft hands working on his lower back and caressing his
buttocks.
"Now, now, honey, no need to be so nervous for little old me, you are going to
love this." She purred.
He heard a soft moan before two wet fingers started playing with his rosebud,
the other hand continuing the soft massage, trying to relax him. Breathing in
he felt himself loosen slightly before the fingers slipped in, causing both of
them to gasp, one in surprise and the other in pleasure. Harry felt himself
clench around the invading fingers before the soft sawing motion and
lubrication forced him to relax again. Her silky left hand kept toying with his
balls as her right would swipe the lubrication from the tip of her toy and work
it into his tight passage.
Panting heavily and loving the feel of the tight muscle gripping her digits,
Narcissa moved herself right behind Harry, slowly extracting her hand and
enjoying the sigh of disappointment from the boy.
"Mmm you are loving this aren't you, you dirty little boy." She panted out as
she moved her sensitive groin towards his submissive bottom. Gently she angled
the sensitive soaked tip against his anus, moaning when he clenched against the
foreign intrusion. Softly she increased the pressure, staring in fascination as
the muscle slowly expanded, accepting the bulbous head.
She suddenly slipped past the ring and moaned in pleasure as she felt it clench
around her, feeling like her entire clit had just been engulfed in heat. She
heard the boy hiss in surprise and felt herself get even wetter at her
dominating position, and started slowly pushing the leaking shaft into his
opening. Slowly sawing it back and forth she moaned at the delicious friction
as well as greatly appreciating the increased lubrication that was flowing into
him.
After a minute of her panting in pleasure and the boy gasping at the foreign
intrusion she felt her smooth skin touch against his butt, feeling herself
bottom out in the delicious heat. She leaned over his back, dragging her hard
nipples across his back and nipping at his neck,
"Mmm you filthy little boy, I can feel you clenching around me, you're loving
every minute aren't you."
She moved her hand around him and softly gripped his hard erection, playing
with the tip as she gyrated her hips, hearing him gasp and hiss.
"Yesss, you want to moan for your Mistress don't you?"
She grabbed him by the hips and slowly pulled out until the tip was barely in,
stopping for a second before pushing herself back into him in one smooth
motion, this time getting an audible moan from the boy. Slowly she started
pumping into him, using deep strokes and causing audible slaps to echo in the
bedroom as she bottomed out each time.
"You belong to me don't you honey? I want to hear it!"
"Uhhh yeessss Mistress" He gasped out, trying desperately to control his
breathing as the bulbous head of the toy kept rubbing against his prostate,
causing incredible waves of pleasure to cascade through his hips. His attempts
to touch his cock to relieve the pressure had been stopped by Mistress Narcissa
locking his hands behind his back, leaving him helpless as she relentlessly
slammed into him. He felt her breasts rub against his back and her hot breath
against his neck as she panted, never letting the toy stop its motion.
She was humming through shallow breaths, loving the way the toy transferred
every sensation to her sensitive pussy, constantly providing more lubrication
for her pumping. The boy had submitted to her completely, moving in to meet her
hips and letting adorable little gasps out every time she bottomed into him.
She reached a hand around to play with his shaft and found wetness, turning her
on further as she realized she was slowly milking him. She had his arms locked
in her left hand, he seemed desperate to come but she wasn't allowing it,
letting her fantasies roam free for the first time in over a decade.
"Please Mistress Narcissa"
He moaned, spreading his legs wider and trying, in a needy bid for release;
hump his erection against the silky sheets. She gave him no rest though and
followed him down, straddling his smooth butt and starting to drive him into
the mattress while licking at his neck, loving the absolute submission as he
begged and pleaded for release while she gave him none. The wet slaps echoed in
the room as Narcissa played with her toy, nibbling at his neck, teasing his
erection when she pleased and altering the pace when he seemed to adapt to it,
constantly keeping him on edge.
Feeling herself get close she reached under his arms and lifted him into a
upright kneeling position, using her left arm to hold the almost limp boy
against her heaving breasts. The new angle caused even more pressure on Harry's
prostate, causing another dribble of fluid to leak out through his inflamed
erection, before he felt Mistress Narcissas silky hand finally engulf it and
start to vigorously pump it as she herself panted against his neck, never
letting her hips stop their motion.
"Ohhhhhhh thank you Mistress"
Finally feeling something touch his cock Harry exploded into orgasm, his butt
desperately clenching around the toy still sawing into him, sending Narcissa
over the edge as she felt the boy tighten and shudder around her. Her hips
bucked wildly and her muscles spasmed as the incredible sensations of release
coursed through her veins. She continued pumping his cock, loving the way he
moaned and shuddered around the toy, paying no heed to the fact that he was
probably oversensitive by now.
Finally feeling her overwhelming orgasm subside she slipped out of him with a
wet slurp, loving the fact that she had left her own wetness inside of him,
marking him as hers. She wiped the sweat off her brow and silently released the
magic binding the strap-on to her pussy, sighing in relief as the cool air came
in contact with her sopping pussy. She briefly considered asking the boy to
clean her slit with that delightful tongue she had heard about, he would most
likely do anything she asked right now, but decided against it as he seemed to
have fallen asleep already, his red bottom proudly on display for her.
Smiling happily she leaned over and kissed the red bite marks she had left on
the now almost comatose boy,
"Always time for that another day isn't there sweetie. We are going to have so
much fun, aren't we. Sweet dreams."
Curling up next to the Potter child she pulled up the sheet to cover them both
and fell into blissful sleep for the first time in many years.
Chapter 14
Harry slowly woke up to the new feeling of being warm and content. Opening his
eyes he realized Mistress Narcissa had cradled his head to her bosom, her
impressive soft pale breasts pressing against his cheek. It felt comforting to
be held and the beautiful sight that greeted him made him want to experience
this in the future.
Unable to resist the temptation of the nipple lying right in front of his face,
he gave it a gentle kiss hoping not to alert his Mistress. He stiffened when he
heard her chuckle softly,
"My, my, what a naughty boy you are, still feeling so frisky after everything
we did yesterday."
Rubbing his shoulders and neck she pressed his face back towards her breasts,
murmuring softly,
"Now honey, you aren't going to stop like that are you? Arouse me like that and
not continue?"
Harry watched fascinated how her nipples hardened under his gaze, before
leaning in and softly sucking on her left breast. She moaned and continued to
run her hands up his back, enjoying the way he would suck and tease her nipple.
"Such a talented boy, will you show your Mistress what else you can do?"
He released her wet nipple and looked at her in question before she rolled them
over so that she was straddling him. Running her hands down his chest she
started grinding her wet pussy against his morning erection, purring softly,
"I have heard such amazing stories about your talented mouth, will you show
your kind Mistress what an amazing boy you are?"
Harry gasped at the feeling of the warm flesh rubbing against his cock before
looking into her clear blue eyes and nodding,
"Yes Mistress Narcissa."
"Mmmmm" She smiled seductively as she moved her knees forward, dragging her
arousal across his abdomen up to his chin. Placing her knees on both sides of
his head she moved his hands to her pert butt before lowering her pussy towards
his mouth.
Harry stared at his gorgeous Mistress as she lowered herself on him, her folds
were smooth but she had a light patch of soft silvery blonde hair covering the
top of her slit, something which would have once again brought up the rumours
of Veela ancestry in the Black family had someone seen it. There was a slight
wetness covering her inner lips, glinting in the morning light and without
further ado, Harry ran the flat of his tongue over her slit, sending small
shivers through his Mistress. Having grown used to the taste of women he found
she tasted slightly sweeter, no doubt because of her love of fruit over heavier
meals.
Narcissa moaned as she felt his talented tongue start exploring her, Merlin but
this was a nice way to wake up. Leaning forward she sat her pussy down over his
mouth, enjoying the feel of the wet appendage rubbing against her inner walls.
She smiled happily at him as he swallowed regularly, keeping the sheets
spotless, he was such an attentive boy. Using her left hand to play with her
nipples she sent the right one down to spread her lips, exposing her engorged
clit and directing it to his mouth. She moaned as he instantly latched on,
using his lips and tongue to softly jerk it, sending shock waves of pleasure
coursing up her spine.
It soon became too much for her and she shuddered in orgasm on top off him,
feeling his tongue relentlessly rub her clit, prolonging the orgasm. When she
stopped shaking she enjoyed how he switched back to her wet hole, diligently
cleaning her out. Ecstatic at the sensation she ground her crotch against his
lapping mouth, moaning softly,
"Yesss, keep your loving Mistress clean, such a good boy."
Her oversensitivity soon overwhelmed her and she stepped off the eager mouth,
giving him a soft kiss on the lips in gratitude for his thorough job.
Kneeling next to him she started dragging the tips of her fingers up and down
his erection, liking the way he tried to lean into her touch. She allowed him
no more than feather light arousing touches, soon frustrating him to the point
that he wanted to take matters into his own hands. Narcissa sharply slapped the
hands away, grinning like a shark.
"Now, now my little Harry, is that how you'd treat your Mistress after she gave
you so much pleasure yesterday? Didn't I tell you only I would be allowed to
touch your cock while you were under my roof?"
His gobsmacked face made her chuckle softly, while still continuing her
torturous motion, keeping him close to bursting but never allowing it.
"Please Mistress Narcissa, I really want to come."
She smiled and gave him another light kiss,
"Mmm of course you do my little pet, but I haven't allowed it have I? I think
you got far too spoiled last night, I heard you moan out what a great Mistress
I was, didn't I?"
He flushed bright red and she smiled even wider, before stopping her motion and
standing up.
"Well now, time to get the day started, can't dawdle in bed all day."
He stared at her with a shocked expression but she gave him no indication of
noticing,
"Hop into the shower and get dressed, you are not to relieve yourself while in
there or I will be most displeased."
Hearing no answer she snapped out,
"Do you understand me Harry?"
"Yes Mistress" he grumbled, trudging into the shower with his erection waving
in front of him.
Just before he closed the door to the shower she leaned in, still stark naked
and rubbed herself against his front before licking his ear and purring,
"Maybe if you're a good boy today and show me how well you can beg tonight, I
will let you come for me my pretty."
Harry growled in frustration as he stared after the shapely pale ass of
Mistress Narcissa as she closed the shower door behind her. Merlin but he
wanted to touch himself, yet he knew that she would somehow know and had to
force himself to abstain. Turning the shower on the coldest he could stand he
got ready for the long day.
Long day didn't even begin to describe it, Mistress Narcissa taught the same
subjects as the day before, starting with control over his inner magic and
following it up with Wizengamot lessons, yet today she was entirely different.
The short tight robe would ride up her back when she picked things up,
constantly giving Harry ample evidence over her lack of underwear. When she
pointed out things in the books her cleavage was practically in his face, the
thin fabric barely concealing her pink areola. She would 'accidentally' brush
against his groin and just happen to press her soft breasts against his back as
she instructed him on the different wand motions. Harry was hard as a rock the
entire day, constantly being teased with the light gestures and the flirty
smile she wore, knowing that she was driving him insane. His only bright spot
seemed to be how his magic reacted to his arousal, flooding his veins with more
power than he had felt before, making the basic charms she was showing him easy
to master. There were a handful of charms allowed in the Wizengamot chamber,
like the cleaning, silencing and sound amplifying ones, often used when either
discussing things in private or wanting the entire chamber to hear. Even
Mistress Narcissa had seemed surprised at the ease he was picking things up,
before cheerfully commenting on how it 'left more time to play'.
When dinner was finally served she ate slowly, erotically moaning as she
carefully savoured every dish with her tongue, leaving Harry staring at her in
an entirely different kind of hunger. Even her voice was pure sexuality and
Harry was shamelessly staring at her pale heaving chest, not bothering to hide
his need.
"Mmm that was a great dinner; I do love something tasty to fill me up after a
long day."
The coy smile she wore only served to inflame him further, but he knew she was
trying to bait him into doing something and remained seated. She looked at his
stillness in approval, before standing up with a cat-like grace,
"Well, perhaps we should retreat to my bedroom and see what fun we can come up
with, don't you think honey?"
"Yes Mistress!"
He didn't bother hiding his eagerness; the constant tenting of his pants
throughout the day left any subtlety pointless. He enjoyed the graceful swaying
of her hips as he followed her into the room, before she suddenly turned around
and pointed at the bed.
"Naked and on the bed now."
Not a command he was about to contest right now, or probably ever, he responded
with a "Yes Mistress" that was half muffled by his shirt as he pulled it over
his head. Once fully naked a now equally unclothed Narcissa patted the bed next
to her, engulfing him in an embrace as he sat down. She pushed him down on the
bed, straddling him and letting his cock poke at her heated groin.
She dominated his mouth, enjoying the slight improvement of the boy's
technique; no doubt gained during the short time he had been her guest, before
softly starting to rub her hips against his hardness. Enough to keep him at
full mast but not enough to release it.
"Are you feeling needy my pet?" She purred into his ear.
"Yes Mistress"
"Do you want to come for your Mistress honey?"
"Yes Mistress!"
"But why should I help you in such a dirty task, hmmm?" The teasing quality of
her voice and the continued rubbing let Harry know that she wanted something
and he was desperately trying to figure it out.
"Because I have been a good boy today Mistress!"
"Mmm yes you have, but that isn't enough my pet."
She nipped softly at his neck for a bit before continuing,
"I might be willing to please you if I could use my toy on you again, would you
like that?"
Her impossibly soft pussy lips were still rubbing against his cock that was
squeezed flat against his stomach, engulfing the underside in a slick heat.
Merlin but he wanted release so badly.
"Yes Mistress."
"What's that sweetie; do you want me to use my toy on your tight little butt?"
She whispered, her hips never stopping their soft teasing motion.
"Yes Mistress!"
"Do you want me to fuck your ass roughly with my cock, pet?"
No longer able to resist, he moaned out a last pitiful "Yes Mistress", making
Narcissa reward him with another deep kiss before reaching for his arms,
pinning them under his back and locking them with a pair of simple leather
handcuffs. She snapped off a quick cleansing spell at his butt before she
leaned back and admired her handiwork, smiling at the way he lay panting on the
soft bed, the tied hands easily sinking into the mattress and providing him
with no real discomfort, merely immobilization.
She reached into her bedside table and grabbed her favourite toy, before
attaching it with practiced hands, sighing in pleasure as the switching matrix
activated. Narcissa climbed back on the bed, purring at the boy who was panting
deeply, trying to figure out what just happened. Placing herself between his
feet she slipped her hands under his legs and lifted his ankles up to her
shoulders, leaving him completely spread eagle and helpless in front of her.
She leaned forward, forcing his legs to bend to the point that they were
resting on both sides of his head and started dominating his mouth again,
nibbling at the lips and sucking on his tongue, while her left hand gathered
moisture from the tip of her toy and started working two slender fingers into
his tight anus. Her hard nipples were rubbing across his chest and she loved
the way he moaned in surprise as her fingers slipped in past the tight ring.
Starting a soft sawing motion that would reach up to his prostate, tease it
gently and then slip back out, she smiled into his green needy eyes,
"You love that don't you pet, you want me to fuck you, to make that naughty
cock of yours come?"
"Yes Mistress" he whispered, feeling utterly helpless as the pleasurable
sensations coursed through him. His legs were locked across his Mistress
shoulders and his arms were pressed under his back, bound tightly by the
leather handcuffs, leaving him no options to move.
Slipping her fingers out she placed the round bulbous head of the long toy at
his rosebud, pushing slightly but not enough to slip in. Narcissa leaned in
close to his face, and caressed his cheek, leaving small kisses all over his
lips and nose, before smiling softly at him.
"Ask for it pet, beg for it."
"Please Mistress."
"Please what, pet?"
"Please.. please fuck me Mistress."
"Fuck you with what pet? My big cock?" She asked, rubbing the toy around his
opening, her wetness easily lubricating him.
"Yes Mistress."
She continued playing with his anus but still didn't push in, leaving Harry
entirely at her mercy.
"I want to hear it pet."
"Please…uh, please fuck me with your big cock Mistress!"
"Mmmm, good boy, when you ask so nicely you'll have to be rewarded."
She pushed in, slipping past the tight ring, causing two simultaneous moans to
sound in the room, before increasing the pressure and bottoming out in him. He
was panting deeply, trying to adjust the pressure but she gave him no heed,
starting the rhythmical pumping of her hips, pistoning into the spread-eagled
boy on the bed.
Harry couldn't help the soft moans that slipped out through his lips, after
being kept on edge ever since the morning the toy felt incredible. His butt was
on fire and every time the bulbous head rubbed against his prostate he felt
sparks of electricity spread through his groin. He felt something leak out of
his erection, being pushed out in sync with the toy pressing on his prostate,
and he couldn't help simply enjoying the overwhelming sensation.
Mistress Narcissa looked fantastic leaning over him, the large pale breasts
swaying in pace with her thrusts, the blue eyes hazed with lust as the lips
were slightly parted to make way for her soft moans. Her skin was glistening
with perspiration in the candlelight, trying to glue strands of her silvery
blond hair to her body. It was the hottest thing Harry had ever seen.
She started rolling her hips, causing entirely new sensations to run through
him before soft hand engulfed his cock, starting to stroke it with an ever
increasing pace. Mistress Narcissa leant even further forward, forcing his legs
to his ears and started vigorously pumping into him, wet slaps echoing in the
bedroom. The combined pleasure was overwhelming and Harry felt himself come
loudly, emptying his now much larger load into the silky grasp of his Mistress.
As the boy came under her, exactly when she wanted, when she had decided he
would, Narcissa felt a huge spike of pleasure and came explosively, humping the
boy at her mercy as she rode out her orgasm. Feeling the waves of pleasure
abate she didn't bother pulling out of him, merely leaned forward and kissed
him again, watching as her sweat dripped on him and enjoying the way his
muscles would still occasionally clench around the toy.
"My lovely naughty pet loved that, didn't he."
He smiled an exhausted smile but nodded, finally getting to come had felt
great. She continued to fuck him slowly, enjoying the feeling of slowly sliding
in him.
"You have impressed me quite a bit Harry, not just with your talents in bed but
with your magic. I do not know of anyone who has grasped the charms we did
earlier as quickly as you did."
He nodded happily, trying to contain the soft sigh; the motion of the large toy
was making him hard again.
"Did you know Harry, that when you claim your Potter Lordship there's a
possibility you will be able to claim other titles?"
He looked up in surprise; this was news to him,
"No, uhh, Mistress, I didn't." Couldn't she at least stop moving if she wanted
to talk to him, he was completely hard again and his prostate felt even more
sensitive now, being softly grazed at by the toy.
"Yes, imagine my surprise when I found out through my Ministry contacts that
there's quite a high possibility you will be able to claim the Black Lordship."
Seeing his stunned look she continued,
"Do you know that as Lord Black you have a lot of power over former members of
the Black family, especially those who were bound by marriage contracts issued
by the former Lord Black?"
Harry nodded; Mistress Andromeda had taught him a lot about the contracts
thinking he might receive quite a few as the Lord Potter.
Noticing Harry was hard again she slipped her hand down to rub it, smiling
softly at him,
"Did you know that I am a woman trapped by a Black marriage contract? Imagine
if a man that would be willing to help little me became Lord Black?" She
murmured, continuing her soft motions.
Harry looked deep into her blue eyes and softly whispered,
"I would help you Mistress Narcissa."
She smiled widely, kissing him on the lips again, speeding up her hand causing
him to pant.
"Mmm such a good boy, I knew I could count on you. Perhaps in a few years we
will be living under the same roof, doing Merlin knows what under the sheets."
Her deft hand was too much and he came into her soft hand again, watching in
fascination as she licked it clean, still wearing the wide smile. She undid the
cuffs behind his back and slipped out of him, gasping at the cool air touching
the toy.
As she removed it from her pussy she looked at the exhausted boy in
contemplation, he had such incredible potential. The way he picked up magic
seemed ridiculous at times, often completing spells on the first attempt,
making it increasingly hard for her to downplay it as simply 'outstanding'
instead of 'incredible'. His status as the Boy-Who-Lived gave him instant
political power as well as a powerful presence in the media, should he wield it
correctly. The Potter Lordship alone would gain him heavy support from the
light, but should he actually receive the Black Lordship his influence would
skyrocket.
The first Potter to rule over the entire Black household, the neutrals could
easily be swayed to follow him and even the dark would be hesitant to oppose
the House of Black. Merlin, but they had followed the call of the House of
Black for hundreds of years; half of them probably had stipulations that
prevented them from opposing the house.
Not to mention the fact that should he become Lord Black he could most likely
annul or buy out her contract, leaving her completely at his mercy. She felt a
flash of heat in her groin at that thought, the idea might need some exploring
when he got older.
No; she would groom the young Potter and she would groom him well, having his
loyalty would benefit her greatly regardless of the outcome.
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***** Know Your Place 15-21 *****
Contribution
Title: Know Your Place
Author: Oraldeviant
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Andromeda Tonks, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Draco
Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Nymphadora Tonks Minerva McGonagall, Albus
Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Pomona, Narcissa Malfoy, Amelia Bones, Mrs Zabini,
Original Female Character
Contains: Multiple Partners, Hufflepuff!Harry, Foot Rub, Footjob, Shared Bath,
Oral Sex, Cum Drinking, Handjob, Blowjob, Femdom, Masturbation, Teasing, Shower
Scene, Fingering, Anal, Sex Toys, Pet Play, Collaring, Orgy
Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training
will have far reaching consequences.
Chapter 15 – The First Year at Hogwarts Begins
Andromeda studied the boy as he walked up to her to give her a friendly hug in
greeting, something had clearly changed about the boy; she just couldn't put
her finger on it. It was like a small shift in posture, yet his posture had
been perfect for years, she had seen to that. Any time he slouched he would get
spanked, giving him plenty of incentive to stand and sit as his full height, as
having a good posture was a key element to seeming in command. You don't
exactly pay attention to someone standing crooked, staring at the floor.
Harry Potter was happy, Merlin but it felt good to see Mistress Tonks again,
his time at Malfoy manor had been very enjoyable but he missed the woman quite
a bit. She was the first person to teach him anything and he owed not being a
complete idiot to her strict tutoring. Although the training Mistress Narcissa
had implemented after the second day at the Manor had been very eye-opening as
well. Mistress Narcissa had been pleased he had submitted to her and her toy
completely, but was worried he would do that to anyone capable of pleasing him,
so she started what she called 'situational lessons'.
She would pretend to be various people, from teachers to students, pureblood or
muggle-born and would place Harry in various situations, either demanding he do
something demeaning while in her teacher character or try to boss him around in
her pureblooded student character, forcing him to learn how to react as the
heir Potter. This often led to a discussion about the various laws surrounding
Hogwarts, but it did prepare Harry for the different people he might run into
at the school. Unfamiliar with making demands and commands in return, he would
quite often falter, yet Mistress Narcissa would deny him release while
relentlessly teasing him if he didn't behave like a proper heir, teaching him
for the first time to take charge of situations instead of merely adapting to
them. She had said she wasn't quite happy with his performance yet but
mentioned that 'at least you shouldn't be run over by some stuck up strumpet'.
It had been a strange dynamic, taught what a Lord should know during the day,
taught how to behave like one during the afternoon and being forced to submit
to her in evening. He assumed she wanted him to be strong on his own but still
submissive towards her, which he didn't mind too much to be honest. Their
sessions with that toy of hers had made him feel incredible and he had grown
quite used to accepting it by now, being taken by his Mistress whenever and
wherever she pleased, the most memorable being the intense reaming she had
given him in the library after he had shut down her teacher-persona by quoting
an obscure Hogwarts by-law. She had told him she was very proud and they both
deserved a reward for such an improvement.
Andromeda was pleased to finally have her Harry back, she wasn't quite sure
when 'Harry' had become 'her Harry' but she realized she had grown quite
attached to the boy, feeling possessive of him. The thought of her sister
having him all to herself had not been enjoyable, far from it in fact, often
leaving her pacing the room wondering what was going on at the manor.
Regardless, it was the first of August, his birthday had been yesterday and she
only had a month to prepare him for the first of September and Hogwarts. When
Andromeda asked if Harry had had a good birthday over at Malfoy manor, he
flushed red and merely called it great, not wanting to explain any further.
She had him back in training the very same day, actually impressed at the role
playing idea Narcissa had implemented and continued it, adding in various
characters like Hogwarts girls trying to seduce him. Her warning about 'if I
hear you have had sex without using the contraception charm you will be spanked
200 times per day, every single day for a month' had caused his face to pale,
meaning the lesson had stuck well.
She didn't really need to worry too much about the younger girls to be fair,
Harry had been having sexual activities with three women who had been fully
into their womanhood for years now, eleven year old girls with flat breasts and
lacking hips didn't even register as sexually appealing to him. Andromeda's
worries were more about some gold digging seventh year who decided carrying the
next heir Potter was the solution to her problems, hence why she stressed the
need to perfect the contraception charm.
Harry was still a virgin in the classical sense, whereas Petunia had no
interest to change that, Andromeda and Narcissa did not dare take any risks
with his possibly potent seed. Should an accidental pregnancy occur and the
word leak out, the wizarding world would take one look at their ancestry and
age before the dirtiest word known to purebloods would start floating around,
'line-theft'.
Whereas sex with minors and incest were officially frowned upon, the pureblood
community had never wanted to delve into laws concerning those matters too
deeply, which wasn't surprising with their questionable decisions regarding
inbreeding to keep the lines 'pure' and their propensity for underage marriage
contracts. A Black sister pregnant with a Potter heir was another matter
entirely, line-theft could get you the death penalty easily, as both the dark
and the light side were scared senseless that someone would steal their
lineage.
Narcissa had been tempted to bind the boy more securely to her by taking his
virginity, but he had very potent magic and still lacked full control, meaning
a subconscious desire to plant his seed into her could have made his magic
react, bypassing any contraception charm and landing them both into a whole
heap of trouble.
The month of August passed quickly, with Andromeda instructing Harry on the
basics of Occlumency, in hopes of keeping their private actions just that,
private. Occlumency was the art of hiding your thoughts and emotions,
especially from the probing eyes of a Legilimens, a person who can navigate
through a person's mind and correctly interpret their findings. The mind was
not a book or a castle, but rather a flow of disjointed thoughts and emotions,
making Legilimency a rare gift as reading the mind with any degree of accuracy
was difficult. Occlumency on the other hand exploited the flowing disjointed
state of the mind, the most basic step of learning was the ability to clear
your mind of both, emotion and thought, leaving the Legilimens with no pathways
to follow and causing their probe to fizzle out or be forcibly rejected by the
mind once detected. Master Occlumens could even go as far as adding artificial
pathways, making their lie a reality in their mind, convincingly lying to and
deceiving other Legilimens.
Master Legilimens on the other hand were terrifying, not only because they
could easily flow through the pathways of the mind, interpreting your innermost
thoughts, but because they could also add their own to your mind; creating
false visions and influencing your dreams. Harry had been taught to control his
emotions since an early age, whether to hide his early disgust at being forced
to serve Aunt Petunia, or to hide his relationship with Mistress Tonks at the
school, leaving him with a somewhat solid self-control. He knew Mistress
Narcissa would scoff at that, but he didn't include her as she could drive him
insane with ease, simply using her sensual voice and voluptuous body.
Andromeda was no expert at Legilimency but knew enough to get Harry to
recognize the feeling of someone probing his mind, instantly closing his eyes
and turning away. A defence which would not help against anyone trying to
detect his lying, as it showed he knew about the probing and wanted to avoid
it, but it did keep his secrets his own. The added meditation he did before bed
also seemed to ease his sleep slightly, as well as slightly improving his
memory retention, which wasn't really surprising considering he recycled most
of what he'd learned during the day. Attaining a mastery in Occlumency was of
course impossible for a teenager, the raging hormones of puberty combined with
a still developing mind made the whole thought of having perfect emotional
control ridiculous, but at least he wouldn't be an open book.
Harry had been overjoyed to find out his Mistress Tonks would teach at Hogwarts
with him, she had told him as a delayed birthday present, bringing a wide smile
to his face for the rest of the day; there would be another person he knew and
could trust at the school, the other one being her daughter, Nymphadora; who
had jokingly sparred with Harry during the summer; impressing him with her
incredible agility in battle. Something he was told came from her unique
ability to manipulate her body, letting her flow between spells with ease.
Harry really enjoyed her easy going attitude and playful sense of humour, not
to mention that her penchant for the colourful tight-fitting tank tops that
bounced in sync with her movement didn't hurt either. She would laugh at him
whenever she caught him staring, sometimes inflating her breasts to the size of
melons, grinning at his gobsmacked face. She was however rather clumsy when not
sparring, something to do with her inner ear having to constantly adjust to a
different centre of weight, but she couldn't be bothered to concentrate on it
outside of battle.
The other change was that he now called Mistress Tonks Mistress Andromeda, as
he kept getting confused with calling Nymphadora simply Tonks; sometimes
starting to add the Mistress prefix by habit before remembering.
The young Potter stared in confusion at the Hogwarts Express, wondering why
they were still using steam trains out of all things. He shrugged it aside,
assuming it was another obsession wizards seemed to have with tradition,
regardless of how outdated it was. He tried to resist fidgeting in the
unfamiliar acromantula silk robes he was wearing, the Potter crest clearly
visible on his chest. He had been hinting at wanting to hide his identity at
the train station but Mistress Andromeda had been quick to put an end to such
thoughts,
"Hide? HIDE? You would show the wizarding world that you are ashamed of being
the heir Potter? Do you think hiding would make people overlook you?"
Not letting him get a word in she continued,
"The press will hound you and people will follow your every move, trying to
hide it will achieve nothing besides making people think you have something to
hide. No, you should take pride in your position as the future head of the
house of Potter, pride in your parents sacrifice and pride in your heritage as
a wizard. Hiding is for weaklings, a Lord is not a weakling! If you show fear
they will pounce on you, exploit you and wring you dry according to their
wishes. No, absolutely not. You will show them the proud heir Potter, defeater
of Lord Voldemort and a future political powerhouse." Thoroughly cowed he had
dropped the matter, he knew she had a point and was most likely correct,
Mistress Andromeda knew a lot more about the wizarding world than he did.
As they walked towards the train conversations slowly died down and hushed
whispers started, every eye glued to the young boy, wearing a clearly expensive
set of dark red robes with the golden Potter crest clearly visible, made to be
stared at. His posture was perfect, accentuating his height and the blowing
wind parted his dark locks, showing the world famous scar for the first time in
a decade. His unblocked emerald green eyes calmly met every eye, utilizing his
meagre abilities at Occlumency to hide his nervousness, watching intrigued as
certain well-dressed men and women would point him out to their sons or
daughters, no doubt highlighting the importance of the crest he wore.
As they reached the train he hugged Andromeda who smiled happily,
"I'll see you at the school, show them all who you are, I'm proud of you."
She kissed him on the cheek and watched as he slipped into the train, before
turning back to the platform who were now analysing her. As they recognized her
face, surprised whispers of 'Black' started drifting through the wind, bringing
a smirk to her face.
Yes, her family might have cast her out, but she was far from out of the game,
the entire world now knew that a Black sister was close to the boy, a rumour
which would no doubt benefit him as there were few people more adept at
manipulating the political scene than a member of the Black family. When she
was a child she had heard a light-sided politician claim that the Black women
must lace their mother's milk with snake venom, after having witnessed her
mother blindside a crucial vote in the Wizengamot.
She smiled her devious little smirk at the audience and gave the wizards and
witches a jaunty wave before disappearing with a crack.
Harry walked slowly through the train, smacking at the taste in his mouth as he
looked into the full cabins, drawing surprised stares from the occupants. Aunt
Petunia had been riding his mouth in rapture for the last two days, saying she
needed to get as much out of him as possible before she lost him. He had barely
gotten out of the door in time to meet Mistress Andromeda as Aunt Petunia had
humped his head under the breakfast table. She had actually sounded genuinely
sad when he walked away, which surprised Harry as she rarely showed any
positive emotions towards him besides complimenting his oral talents.
Finally finding a cabin that had room in it he knocked on the door, waited
until one of the two young girls inside motioned for him to come in and opened
it.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter, the train seems rather packed, do you mind if
I join you?"
Both girls seemed surprised at his name before reacting completely differently.
The blonde haired girl on his left giggled loudly, her pigtails swaying as she
tried to muffle herself, whereas the red haired one on the right turned the
colour of her hair and nodded furiously, her long plait curling on the
backrest.
The red haired one offered her hand, trying desperately to downplay her blush,
"Sure! I mean, please come in, I'm Susan Bones and that annoying pest that
can't stop giggling is Hannah Abbott."
Susan was expecting a hand shake but Harry had instantly recognized both names,
having had them drilled into him by both his Mistresses, causing his training
to kick in.
"Pleasure to meet you Miss Bones"
He bowed and laid a gentle kiss on her knuckles before repeating the same with
Hannah's hand, before looking up and wondering why Miss Abbott was giggling
even louder whereas Miss Bones had turned the colour of his robes, her brown
eyes wide as plates while trying to stutter out something that sounded vaguely
like a greeting. Harry shrugged it off as a girl thing and sat down, waiting
for the girls to settle.
Hannah cleared her throat, still smiling widely before addressing the boy that
had probably just made her best friends entire year without even realizing it,
"Just call me Hannah and I'm pretty sure you can call her Susan, even if she is
slightly... indisposed at the moment."
He looked briefly into her blue eyes before turning to a nodding Susan and
smiled,
"Sure, just call me Harry. Are you first years as well then?"
"Yep, future Hufflepuffs!" She shouted while pumping her fist in what looked
like determination.
"What about you, know what house you're going to end up in?"
Harry had a flashback to the explanation Mistress Narcissa had provided him
over the houses,
"Slytherin, once a house of the cunning has now become a breeding ground of
corruption and filth. Whereas the house still gathers the ambitious they are
now plagued with an arrogance that often leads them to folly. Never
underestimate them but at the same time, never underestimate their high opinion
of themselves.
Gryffindor is indeed the house of the brave, but it's also the house of the
idiots. Bravery and lack of common sense often go hand in hand and their
obsession with ideals and chivalry can prevent them from making the logical
choices. Avoid directly angering them, as an enemy that pays no heed to your
threats is not one to take lightly, seek to manipulate them instead.
Ravenclaw has always housed the intelligent, but rarely the sharp. Their
obsession with books leads them to lose sight of the real world and should
anything occur that goes against what they have read, and cannot be dealt with
by researching, they are left quite helpless. Seek their advice, assistance and
council but do not take it as the absolute truth.
Hufflepuff is often referred to as the dumping ground of Hogwarts, yet it's a
moniker coined by the lazy and those that would underestimate them. The ideals
of the house are hard work and loyalty, the very things you would want from
people close to you. Gain their loyalty and you will have seven years of
unyielding support by the hardest workers in the school.
Harry snapped back to attention, trying to sort out his thoughts,
"I do not know to be honest but I suspect I will also be a Hufflepuff."
He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out as he looked at the stunned faces
of the girls before they cheered.
They spent most of train ride discussing Hogwarts, what they expected and what
they knew. Susan seemed very timid around Harry, but Hannah seemed to make up
for it with her boisterous attitude. Their first interruption however, occurred
soon after boarding, when a pale Draco Malfoy entered the compartment without
knocking.
Whereas Harry held a great deal of respect for women, he had never been taught
anything of the sort towards men. Vernon was a fat slob that Aunt Petunia
tended to easily mislead and trick, not to mention his Mistress Narcissa seemed
to be trapped in a marriage with a man who didn't even want her. Harry was
convinced he had to be insane to not want a woman like her. Mistress Andromeda
also didn't seem too impressed with her own husband, leaving Harry thinking he
might be one of the only sane men in the world.
"So you're Harry Potter then, I'm Draco Malfoy" He gave a superior smirk like
they should be honoured to meet him, before thrusting out his hand.
Harry stood up and looked straight into his eyes, taking the hand, as doing
otherwise would be a gesture of hostility among the purebloods. Still holding
it he looked down into his pale eyes, having to slightly bend his head,
"Yes, I am heir Potter and I do wonder who taught you manners if the simple act
of knocking is so foreign to you, heir Malfoy."
The cold tone made him flinch as well as the message, he knew very well his
parents had taught him otherwise and would not be pleased about his behaviour.
"Ehh, yeah sorry about that, hehe."
Harry gave no response to the nervous laughter, utilizing his meagre Occlumency
to make his face seem expressionless, merely looming over the boy, still
staring into his eyes without letting go off the hand.
"Ehh, well, right, I only came to tell you that certain families..."
He looked into the compartment and saw the heirs to the Bones and Abbott
families, cursing mentally, there was no way his mother wouldn't hear about
this now.
"Uhh to tell you that should you need assistance in the wizarding world I can
help you. Right. Good bye!"
He slipped out without waiting for a response leaving a pair of big perplexed
boys that stared at each other before trudging after him.
Harry exhaled and was about sit down when the second interruption arrived, as a
bushy haired girl ran into the compartment,
"Hey! Have you guys seen a toad?"
Harry, already irritated from their meeting earlier replied with a smooth,
"Please, do come in. Make yourself at home."
His sarcastic tone was not missed by the girl who seemed to blush slightly,
realizing she had barged right in, before she seemed to steel herself,
"Uhh right; sorry about that. I'm looking for a toad for a boy and forgot
myself."
Placated Harry smiled and sat down before asking,
"What is its name?"
"Huh?
"The name of the toad, what is its name?"
"Uhh, Trevor."
"Take out your wand and place it on your hand like this." He demonstrated by
laying the wand on his palm, keeping his hand flat.
Confused yet intrigued, she did as he said.
"Now focus on the toad in your mind and say 'Point Me Trevor'."
Hesitant in case it was a prank she did as she was told, watching in amazement
as her wand turned and pointed adamantly towards the back of the train.
Gasping, she turned her wide brown eyes at the boy who merely chuckled and
said,
"You're welcome."
"Uhh wow, thanks, I'm Hermione Granger by the way!"
"Harry Potter" He replied as she was walking out the door, leaving her gaping
between him, the wand and the direction the wand was pointing, as if trying to
decide what she wanted more.
Having made her decision she waved at him before running down the corridor.
Their arrival at Hogwarts was smooth, the sight of the castle greatly
impressing him as their boat softly bobbed into view. The girls in the boat
with him were both quite red, as he hadn't bothered moving out of the cabin
before switching to his school robes, showing off his upper body to both of
them in the process. Nudity hadn't been much of an issue with him for years and
simply not having a shirt on didn't even register for him.
Astern looking witch greeted them at the door, making Harry pay close attention
as she had very commanding air to her. She introduced herself as Minerva
McGonagall and gave them a short speech on the houses before having them line
up. The doors soon opened, showing off the impressive dining hall and the
hundreds of students staring at the new arrivals.
Harry instantly applied his meagre Occlumency, stopping his nervous fidgeting
in its tracks, trying to calm himself down. The sorting hat soon sang for them
before starting the sorting, placing both Susan and Hannah in Hufflepuff,
something that made Harry smile as he knew they had hoped for the house. The
Granger girl ended up in Gryffindor, not surprising Harry considering what
Mistress Narcissa had said about their reckless behaviour and the way she had
barged into their compartment. His brief contemplation was interrupted when
McGonagall said,
"Potter, Harry"
Unlike at the train-station where the silence had been gradual, it was like a
blanket had been thrown on top of a fire, smothering it in silence. Steeling
himself Harry tried to keep up his confident gait as he walked over to the hat,
every single eye in the room glued to him. He saw Mistress Andromeda wink at
him from staff table, smiling briefly in return, before sitting down and
placing the hat on his head, hearing the murmurs start up in the hall again. A
voice in his head startled him out of his nervousness,
"Oh my, quite the fascinating experiences you have had young Potter, Merlin's
beard I didn't even know a woman could bend like that. Oh don't worry, the rest
can't hear us, I'm talking into your mind, just think back at me to answer."
"Like this?"
"Yes, exactly like that. Now then, let's see here, ambition there is, but only
to make your Mistresses proud. Wanting to save Narcissa hmm? There's bravery as
well, oh yes, even more than you might know, but it's directed towards
protecting what you value instead of doing what's right. Hmmm hmmm."
The hat seemed to think for a while, if a hat could think that is, before
continuing.
"An intelligent and studious mind you have as well, but mostly because you do
not want to disappoint either of your Mistresses. No, no, not with the claws.
You're loyal to those you hold close and willing to work hard to help them and
make them proud, yes there can be no other options, better be…"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
There was a brief silence before it was broken by two girls cheering at the
Hufflepuff table, before the entire table joined in, clapping happily and
hooting. The rest of the hall soon joined in, clapping politely. The
Gryffindors were slightly disappointed, they had expected him to follow his
parents' footsteps and the Slytherins were intrigued, the house of Hufflepuff
was far more neutral than Gryffindor, which was known to house strong
supporters of the light.
Harry walked to the table only to get engulfed in a big hug by a familiar
witch, being pressed into an even more familiar bosom,
"Awww my favourite teddy-bear is in my house!"
"Get off Tonks!"
Nymphadora laughed at his blushing face before letting him go join the other
first years, she was quite happy Harry was in her house, having grown close to
him during the summer.
Harry tried to suppress his red cheeks as he greeted the other first years,
sitting next Hannah and Susan who seemed to have saved him a spot between them.
When he surveyed the room his eyes passed over the staff table and he felt the
now very familiar tingle in his eyes, signifying a Legilimency probing. He
snapped his face to his food, breaking the contact instantly, missing the three
frowns that appeared at the head table.
When the feast ended they were lead to the Hufflepuff dormitories by the
prefects, the entrance being hidden near the kitchens. The prefect tapped a
seemingly random large barrel among several others, humming out the words
'Helga Hufflepuff' as he did it, opening a tunnel entryway into the Hufflepuff
common room.
"Picking the wrong one or tapping in the wrong order will drench you in
vinegar, so have someone else do it for you if you're insecure," he remarked,
before leading them into the common room.
The inside of the room was littered with plush yellow and black patterned sofas
and chairs, whereas all the touching and decor was in burnished copper,
highlighting the house colours. It was a large and round room, with a low
ceiling and round windows along the walls, showing off the rippling grass and
flowers outside. Round large doors lead to the various dormitories, giving the
room a very cosy feel.
An elderly, kind looking woman introduced herself as Pomona Sprout, Head of
Hufflepuff, welcoming them to the house and encouraging them to talk with her
if anything was bothering them, emphasizing that the house would be like a
family for them the next seven years. Telling them she would hand out their
schedules tomorrow, she sent them to bed.
Harry briefly greeted his four dorm mates, Wayne Hopkins, Zacharias Smith,
Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernest Macmillan before washing up and dropping into
the cushy bed, drifting asleep within minutes.
Chapter 16
A pair of soul-piercing blue eyes studied the young boy, who was eating and
happily talking to the two girls he seemed to have befriended. That boy, Albus
Dumbledore thought, was a mystery wrapped in an enigma. He saw the Bones
heiress blush at something the boy said before slapping his arm in a playful
way, drawing a snort from him that only seemed to make her blush a deeper red.
The Abbott heiress sitting on his other side seemed to find the whole situation
amusing, giggling quietly while trying to eat her food.
Harry Potter was not like any child he had met before and he most certainly was
not like anything he expected. It had only been two weeks since the term
started and both Minerva and Filius were already raving about him, saying his
ability to pick up spells rivalled his own, if not even surpassed it. He had
the smooth charm of a young Tom Riddle yet seemed to direct it only at the
female population.
In fact as far as Albus could tell he barely talked to his dorm mates,
something highly unusual for a eleven year old student, yet he was close to
both Bones, Abbott and surprisingly the Granger girl, having stunned the great
hall by ignoring all traditions and sitting next to the lonely girl at the
Gryffindor table to discuss something about charms during dinner last week. The
Potter child himself hadn't seen anything special in the gesture, but the soft
smile on the girls face when the dinner ended had made Minerva mumble about how
he had inherited the best of Lily.
The boy had wrapped the female faculty around his finger from day one with his
polite, soft-spoken and obedient manner, especially towards the female staff.
Always paying careful attention, with his emerald green eyes glued to anyone
teaching him and learning incredibly quickly, he had become an instant
favourite among the staff. Albus had learned that little titbit quite well
after the whole potions debacle.
The potions debacle as he called it; had happened last week, during the
Hufflepuff's first potions class. As far as he could piece together, Severus
had tried to embarrass the boy, only to find him far more educated than any
normal first year should be. Enraged he had removed points from him only to
have the boy quote back the official Hogwarts by-laws; that allowed an heir of
a noble house request the Board of Governors to inspect any unjust point
removals. Enraged the Potions Master had showed up at his door, with the calm
boy in tow, making his head start throbbing right from the morning.
Thinking he might be able to resolve the issue quickly, his hopes were dashed
when an angry Pomona Sprout charged in, having been informed by her own house
about the incident. This was soon followed by Minerva who said 'she was there
as her duty as Deputy Headmistress required', yet the cold stare she levelled
at Severus left him doubting if that was truly the only reason.
It all went to hell from there; the boy knew about his pensive and volunteered
to show his memories of the class, getting support from both the women. After
what he saw in the bowl Albus felt his headache intensify as the women started
hurling insults at Severus who was looking at him of all people for support.
Like he was going to put his hide in front of the two enraged women, Albus
merely smiled at Severus with his eyes twinkling, in essence telling him it was
his own mess.
It ended with Potter having all the points restored for Hufflepuff and both
Minerva and Pomona demanding to oversee all point deductions made by Severus
for the rest of the year. Hoping to prevent this Albus was about to speak up,
before Potter slapped his hand over his eyes and loudly said,
"Please stop doing that Professor Snape, it is highly uncomfortable and as I
understand, quite illegal."
His tone was polite yet obviously annoyed, unlike the voice of Minerva when she
coldly asked,
"Doing what Mister Potter?"
"He keeps trying to use Legilimency on me, it's starting to give me a
headache."
Albus felt his temples start to throb as he saw both women turn a purple shade
of red, Merlin but this wasn't going to be fun. Potter was excused from the
room before what felt like a lifetime of shouting followed, Minerva threatening
to transfigure his Potion Master's eyeballs should she ever hear about any
Legilimency directed at her lions and Pomona suggesting he might find a small
rainforest of flesh eating plants in his room the next time he woke up. Albus
managed to placate them by accepting their demands regarding Severus's point-
removal, getting a betrayed look from the oily man.
After the women left Albus had merely calmly stared back at him, the man had
performed Legilimency on an heir of an Ancient and Noble house in the presence
of two highly credible witnesses. Realizing he really did not have much of a
leg to stand on, Severus had coloured slightly and stormed out of the room, not
willing to verbally confirm his point.
Snapping back to the present Albus let his eyes glide over the boy towards
Andromeda Tonks; this had confirmed the fact that she had taught him a lot more
than simple Hogwarts curriculum, something that worried him. Yet Harry's
confrontational stand in the Potions class did not seem like something she
would have concocted, in fact to Albus it smelled distinctly like Narcissa
Malfoy. He had seen Daphne Greengrass nod at the Potter heir after rumour of
what happened in Severus class had spread; he had obviously impressed at least
some factions of the Slytherin house with his actions.
Albus smacked his mouth, trying to get the bad taste out of it, two sisters
Black influencing the boy and he wasn't even in Gryffindor, this entire
situation felt wrong.
Unaware of the old man's thoughts, Harry Potter turned around when he felt a
hand on his shoulder, playing with the hair at his neck.
"Wotcher Harry, mum said she wanted to talk to you in her room after dinner."
Nodding at Tonks he thanked her, quickly finishing his food and standing up,
keeping his Mistress waiting was rarely a good thing. Looking at the girls who
had quickly become his first few friends he was surprised to see both of them
glare after Tonks, with a strange possessive glint in their eyes. What was that
about?
Shrugging he pushed it aside and told Susan and Hannah he'd meet them in the
Common room later, before trudging away towards Mistress Andromeda's quarters.
Reaching her door he made sure he was alone before whispering out his personal
password, "Mistress", temporarily unlocking the door and disabling the wards,
allowing him to slip in.
"I'm here Mistress!"
"In the bathroom Harry, leave your clothes outside."
Shaking off his clothes he walked into the eggshell coloured bathroom, spotting
his naked Mistress lounging in the small white bathtub against the wall, the
heated water having made the room humid. She sipped her glass of white wine and
smiled at him, before indicating the other end of the tub at her feet,
"Hello Harry, I'm just relaxing, hop on in."
Sighing at the heat of the water, Harry slipped into the other end, moving her
feet into his lap to make room for himself. She wriggled her toes at him,
adding a little "Please", making him chuckle, she simply loved having her feet
touched. Picking up her slender left foot, he started working on the pads near
her toes, rubbing his thumbs against the soft skin. She sighed in pleasure and
smiled at him, before starting to play with his cock with her right foot,
dragging the arch of her foot softly up and down, bringing him to hardness.
"Hmm always so eager, that's what I like about you Harry," she purred, sipping
her wine and enjoying his ministrations, before continuing,
"You seem to have become quite the popular boy among the ladies, I approve of
your choices, both Miss Bones and Miss Abbott would make valuable allies."
He blushed and coughed slightly,
"They're just my friends Mistress."
She let out a tinkling laugh before taking another sip of her wine,
"For now perhaps, but not for long. The looks they give you are not the looks a
girl gives a friend; they are mature for their age and will want more at some
point."
Switching to her other foot he tried to compose his thoughts,
"I have not thought of them like that."
"Of course you haven't Harry; you have been spoiled with experienced women so
you have clumped them as friends. They will attempt to change that label sooner
or later, so you better be prepared."
He rubbed his thumb against the arch of her foot, causing her to let out a
small moan in pleasure.
"Mmm, talented and eager, the girls will be very pleased with you if they can
get you."
He blushed, causing her to laugh again, emptying her glass with relish, before
setting it aside on a shelf. Using her hands she lifted herself up, the hot
water exposing her erect nipples and her flushed skin, before she seated her
curved hips on the wide ledge at the end of the tub. Leaning her back against
the wall she turned her smouldering eyes towards Harry and spread her long
slender legs, revealing her hairless puffy lips, covered in small droplets of
water clinging to her skin.
"Please me Harry."
"Yes Mistress" he replied happily, moving up to her on his knees, letting his
lower body rest in the hot water as he placed his hands on her thighs to steady
both of them. He leaned close, running the flat of his tongue up her inner
thighs, picking up the water that clung to her body on the way. He reached the
junction of her legs and started kissing around her inflamed pussy, running his
tongue tantalizingly close to her slit.
Hearing her moan in pleasure he took a deep lap up her soaked slit, using his
jaw to reach deep into her, lapping at her juices. Using his tongue to delve
deep into her musky hole he started scooping up her wetness, massaging the
inner walls and teasing her folds. When she got too wet he would simply suck in
her inner lips, rolling them with his lips while sucking her dry. Her pulsating
heat increased with each moment, the taste and smell of her musk engulfing his
senses as he swallowed her releases.
Feeling hands sneak into his hair he knew his Mistress was getting needy and
moved for the kill. Using his thumbs to part her soft pussy he spotted the
clit, sticking out in need of attention. His lips were around it in an instant
before his tongue started playing with it, flicking it up and down in his
mouth. Her soft skin trembled and shook around him, the muscles spasming in
pleasure and he loved the cute little gasps she let out. Noticing her soft pale
thighs encircle his head and her hips starting to jerk towards his mouth he
added suction, hollowing out his cheeks and increasing her humping as well as
her volume.
Andromeda exploded in pleasure, flooding his sucking mouth with relish, loving
the attentive lapping tongue as it delved after every drop. Pleasure coursed
through her veins, traveling down her long legs and heating her chest. Panting
she moved his face away from her incredibly sensitive groin and kissed him
deeply in gratitude, before slipping back into the tub.
"Mmm Merlin how good you are at that, I think I have become quite addicted to
my little Harry."
She smiled in a relaxed manner, watching him fidget slightly as she leaned in
next to him. Knowing the reason she decided to reward him.
"Hop in my lap honey."
As he sat down she wrapped her hands around him, pulling him against her chest.
Running her hands down his chest to his abdomen she noticed that he was
starting to put on a bit of muscle, transforming into a young man. She smiled,
quite pleased at that and started kissing his neck.
"I heard what happened to Severus, Pomona gave me quite the speech about what
an, I quote, 'asshole', he was for attacking her students."
She chuckled, grazing her hands through his light patch of pubic hair before
encircling his genitals, her left hand softly playing with his testicles while
her right hand engulfed the hard shaft, feeling his agitated pulse.
"I am very proud of you Harry, you kept your cool as taught and exercised your
right as a heir of a noble house, showing this entire school you will not be
trampled on."
Her silky strong grip started slowly pumping his cock him while her left hand
closed around the testicles, gently pulling them away from his body, fighting
the natural reaction of his scrotum being pulled close when nearing
ejaculation. Harry gasped at the sensation of the hot water and his even hotter
Mistress engulfing him. Her tongue danced around his neck, teasing behind his
ear while her full breasts pushed again his back, the poking nipples obvious in
the soft flesh. He felt her slender digits prevent his balls from retracting
while her firm grip pumped his aching arousal. Not knowing what to do with his
hands he grabbed her strong thighs, panting in pleasure now.
All too soon he came, pumping his seed into the water as her hand relentlessly
worked his shaft, showing no signs of slowing down. The hand pulling on his
testicles seemed to prolong his release, it felt simply incredible and he
couldn't control his legs, desperately humping into the silky grip while riding
out the explosion of pleasure. A sharp pain ran through his neck as she bit
into it, making him moan at the sensations, before the hand finally slowed down
and gently released him, softly playing with his receding erection.
He gasped out a soft "Tha... thank you Mistress."
He felt her smile against his neck before she kissed the bite mark she had left
softly.
"You deserved a reward Harry, now let's get cleaned and get you back to your
Common room."
"Yes Mistress."
Harry sighed in contentment as they started washing each other, Hogwarts was
awesome.
Chapter 17
Harry let out an exhilarated laugh as he landed his broom, the flying lessons
with Madam Hooch were by far his favourite. The sense of freedom and joy he
experienced when weaving around with the broom was unlike anything he had felt
before and he was determined to get a broom of his own before he started the
second year of school.
Madam Rolanda Hooch was a stern but obviously talented Flying instructor, who
clearly was in great shape for her age. Not really surprising considering she
spent most of her time doing a highly physical sport and with her short grey
hair and yellow eyes she reminded Harry of a hawk when she was on her broom.
She even told him he should apply for the Quidditch team next year, having the
natural flying talent that made James Potter quite famous.
Harry walked over to his two pink-faced friends, smiling the entire way,
"Man this is so brilliant!"
Susan who had been far more reserved at the thought of riding a stick around in
the air smiled at the sense of happiness Harry seemed to radiate,
"It's good you're having fun Harry, but we need to get to the showers if we
want to make it in time for the Halloween feast."
Harry's good mood plummeted like a rock at that reminder; it was the thirty-
first of October, the day he now knew was the anniversary of his parents'
murder.
"Yeah… you're right, let's go."
Hearing his morose tone of voice she surprised him by giving him a soft warm
hug, followed by one from Hannah who followed it up with,
"Come on, it'll be good food and you're lucky to have such great company" she
preened, while making exaggerated modelling poses, bringing out a small chuckle
from Harry.
"Right, sorry, see you at the entrance to the common room in a bit then."
Seeing his mood improve they went to prepare for the feast, speculating about
the food on way.
The food it turned out; was great as expected. Dumbledore had obviously gone
all out on the hall, with floating pumpkins that had been carved into lanterns
filling the air as live bats circled the charmed roof. About to dig in, they
were suddenly interrupted when Professor Quirrell burst through the main doors
with a panicked look on his face, worrying some students, yet it gave Harry the
usual fake vibe he got around the man.
Professor Quirrell unsettled Harry for some reason, their very first day in
class he could have sworn he felt a Legilimency probe intruding into his mind,
the sensation incredibly faint, yet his eyes were facing the back of the
Professor, confusing him. He had reflexively lowered his face to his notes, but
it left an unease in his stomach. If it was a probe, then whoever was probing
him was far better than Mistress Andromeda or even Professor Snape. Also used
to reading the expressions and body language of his Mistresses the whole
stuttering thing Professor Quirrell had going on felt... fake for some reason,
further increasing his distrust of the Professor.
Quirrell's voice startled him out of his thoughts,
"Troll! In the dungeons! Troll in the dungeons! Thought you ought to know."
The last part was said quietly before he passed out in the middle of the Great
Hall, his mannerisms again bothering Harry. He didn't have time to comment on
it as Dumbledore instantly had the prefects gather the students and start
herding them towards their common rooms.
As they passed by the Gryffindor first years, Harry heard the one called Dean
Thomas whisper urgently to the Weasley kid,
"What about Granger? She wasn't at the feast."
"Uhh she's probably reading her precious books somewhere, don't worry about
it."
The way he dismissed her safety instantly raised Harry's ire, standing out of
the line and blocking them both, his cold voice snapping them out of their
whispering,
"What was that about Hermione? Where is she?"
It was Thomas who haltingly answered,
"Ummm, uhhh, well she kinda ran off after charms."
"Kinda ran off? Why would she 'run off'? Where the fuck is she?"
Used to spotting lies, the way they attempted to cover something up was raising
his hackles, why would Hermione not be at the feast, it made no sense. The
combination of it being Halloween and the fact that he knew that these people
picked on Hermione caused his frail Occlumency to crash and burn as his temper
rose. About to grab the Weasley kid and shake the truth out of him, the exotic
looking Indian girl behind them stepped out,
"Umm I think Lavender said that she ran crying to the third floor."
"Crying?" There was a foreign coldness in his voice, unconsciously channelling
magic into it, making it echo in the hallway and making the boys as well as
some of the spectators flinch. Looking at the way the two boys were squirming
it was obvious who was behind it, leaning forward he glared into their eyes,
his emotional state causing trace amounts of magic to leak into his eyes,
giving them an eerie green glow as the magic swirled around.
"We will discuss this later." His clipped voice had the same coldness, before
he turned around and took off towards the third floor.
Stopping at the stairs he turned to the girls briefly,
"Susan, Hannah, tell Professor Sprout and the Headmaster I've gone after
Hermione."
Not waiting for their response he sprinted up the stairs, for the first time in
his life being grateful for all the physical labour he had done. Reaching the
third floor corridor he was momentarily disorientated, they had no classes on
this floor and it was forbidden, it still hadn't stopped him from exploring it
briefly.
Hearing a faint scream of terror his blood ran cold before he took off down the
hall, before stopping and gaping in awe as he reached the bathroom, the door
had been ripped off its hinges and thrown aside like a child's toy. Steeling
himself he whipped out his wand and stepped in, spotting Hermione curled
against one of the walls, holding her hands over her head in a feeble attempt
to defend herself.
It wasn't Hermione who had his attention though; it was the massive beast
hulking over her. A mountain troll, a creature so dumb they named the Hogwarts
failing grade after it, yet the way those massive arms lifted the gigantic club
it wielded left no doubts about its strength, it could crush him like an
insect. Towering twice as high as a man it looked down on the small girl before
swinging its club back, obviously about to crush her.
Adrenaline coursing through his veins Harry went through what he knew, strong,
dumb, magic resistant, before he reached his decision. Looking frantically
around he quickly spotted what he was looking for among the rubble, a sink that
had been ripped off the wall. Using an overpowered Wingardium Leviosa he
levitated it in front of himself before gathering his magic like his Mistresses
had taught him, wanting to use a Banishing Charm to throw it at the troll.
Usually a fourth year charm, it was taught to him by Mistress Narcissa, as it
was commonly used in the Wizengamot to banish paperwork people wanted to keep
private into the small fire kept at the side of the room for that reason.
Incendio was obviously not allowed in the chamber as it was seen as an
offensive spell.
What Harry however hadn't counted on was the fact that not only was he
unusually powerful for a young teenager; his magic was also empowered by his
heightened emotional state, fuelling his desire to hurt the creature about to
hurt his tentative friend. Depulso, the Banishing Charm, was a power-dependent
charm like the Lumos or Protego charms, thus it increased in power the more
magic fuelled it.
The charm that tore through his wand hit the levitating sink with the power of
a small explosion, shattering it into hundreds of sharp porcelain slices before
the momentum carried the blast of shrapnel straight into the trolls shoulder
and head. Whereas its skin was resistant against magic thanks to the innate
magic coursing through it, it merely had the consistency of leather against
ordinary objects. This ordinary object turned out to be a shotgun blast of
razor-sharp ceramic, ripping through hide, muscle and bone like butter, tearing
off the arm hefting the club like a broken twig and erasing the entire top of
its head from existence.
As the boom echoed in the room, Harry could only stare in awe at the red stain
that covered the entire side of the wall, before the headless troll collapsed
into one of the stalls, obviously dead. He felt slightly nauseous when he
looked at the bloody heap, but the feeling was surprisingly insignificant. He
had protected what was his right as a Lord to protect, no need to complicate
things. Not even realizing he had just labelled the girl as 'his', he turned
towards Hermione.
Her eyes were wide as she stared at the only student who had been friendly
towards her since she arrived. He was handsome, popular, practically royalty
based on what she had heard, yet he had sat next to her in the Great Hall when
everyone else had shunned her. And now…she looked at the bloody heap in awe,
she was certain she would die in the bathroom, miserable after the taunts Ron
Weasley had thrown at her, yet he had arrived again, saving her life. Turning
back towards him she saw him open up his arms, letting the small trademark
smile spread on his face, an invitation she was only too happy to take right
now.
Harry was surprised when Hermione practically dove into the hug; her entire
body was shaking in shock and what seemed like relief. Looking at his own hands
he realized he was shaking as well, the adrenaline abating from his body as the
danger was over. Wrapping his arms tightly around her they were interrupted by
a loud "Merlin's beard!" coming from the door.
Their heads whipped around to the destroyed doorway, watching as the stunned
Professors McGonagall, Sprout, Snape and Dumbledore entered. It was McGonagall
who spoke first,
"What in Merlin's name do you two think you were doing here?"
Before Harry could get a word in, Hermione told them everything, starting from
how she had been insulted by her own house and ending with how Harry had saved
her, placing emphasis on the fact that he only arrived to save her.
McGonagall's face had turned red when she heard about the actions of her own
lions, she couldn't tolerate bullying, yet the crinkle in her brow only
deepened when Harry spoke about overhearing Weasley and Thomas planning to
ignore Hermione's plight. Even Snape seemed to edge away from the woman, warily
keeping an eye on her as he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut this time.
When Albus heard her start to muttering what sounded suspiciously like Gaelic
swearwords he butted in,
"Harry, how did the Troll end up in its current state?"
Even Minerva seemed to snap out of her tirade as she inspected the troll, it
looked like it had been run through a meat grinder.
"Umm, I used a Depulso Charm on a sink but I think I kinda overpowered it."
"Kinda overpowered it." Came Severus' sarcastic mumble as he inspected the
troll arm that had been torn off.
The boy blushed and mumbled something that sounded like "I was worried."
Albus sighed mentally in relief at that, when he had first seen the smiling boy
and the blood drenched bathroom he had almost frozen in shock, memories
resurfacing of another student being found dead in another bathroom, while a
smiling Tom Riddle explained how he had no idea what happened. This however was
clearly an accidental overpowering of the charm due to emotional stress, which
is what he told the boy as well.
Seeing her student was alright, Minerva told her to get to the hospital wing,
before storming off towards the Gryffindor tower, causing the ghosts that had
come to investigate to dive into cover when they saw her expression.
Pomona rewarded the boy with 50 points for upholding the standards of
Hufflepuff and demonstrating outstanding loyalty towards his friends, causing
both the young teenagers to lightly colour. Severus had wanted to remove points
from the Granger girl, but Albus had waived him off and pointed towards the
retreating back of Minerva,
"I very much doubt Gryffindor will have any points left after tonight" was his
only comment, bringing a malicious grin to Severus' face.
Harry escorted Hermione to the hospital wing before heading towards the
Hufflepuff common room, already trying to figure out how to placate the girls;
he doubted they would be pleased at him after his running off stunt. His plans
were however dashed when a Ravenclaw prefect ran up to him and told him
Dumbledore wanted to see him in his office right this moment. Surprised he
turned towards the Headmaster's office, wondering why he'd want to see him
again when they just talked.
The reason took him completely by surprise, as when Dumbledore let him in he
spotted Mistress Narcissa lounging in the chair opposite to the Headmaster's
desk. A smile spread on his face as she stood up and hugged him,
"Mrs Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
"What, I can't visit you at school Harry?"
Her teasing smile let him know she was joking but he still couldn't figure it
out, why was she here. She glanced towards Dumbledore and smiled even wider,
"Let's go talk in private; I'm sure there's an empty classroom we could borrow
for a bit."
Harry noticed Dumbledore's eyebrows tighten slightly at this, something had
obviously occurred that he didn't like one bit. Still, it wasn't his problem so
he happily let his Mistress pull him out of the office and into a classroom.
Watching with interest he observed his Mistress as her deft spellwork locked
and silenced every portrait, window and door into the room, before turning to
him with a smile.
"There we go, I've missed you my pet." Her hips swayed as she walked up to him
and kissed him deeply, her grinding hips instantly bringing him to hardness.
Merlin but she could turn him on in a heartbeat with a simple gesture or a
wink; Harry still couldn't comprehend how Lucius could ignore her.
Keeping her arms around his shoulders she looked at him with a smile,
"Some rather nasty rumours about Legilimency being performed by teachers have
spread outside the school, causing quite a few parents to contact the Hogwarts
Board of Governors in panic. Of course my husband took my suggestion and kindly
placated them by suggesting an independent supervisor to look out for the
children. Someone with a child at Hogwarts would no doubt do their utmost to
get to the bottom of things."
Her eyes twinkled and her full red lips parted in a mischievous smile that was
beautiful to behold, making Harry gasp out,
"You!?"
"Yes my pet, I am to spend the next two hours interviewing you regarding this
matter, without any of the Hogwarts staff influencing you."
Her tinkling laughter was contagious and Harry couldn't help the chuckle that
bubbled out.
"In all seriousness though Harry, do you wish to raise a stink over this
matter?"
Harry shook his head, he had talked it over with Mistress Andromeda and she had
advised against it. Whereas he could possibly nail Snape with the evidence, it
would no doubt turn Dumbledore into an enemy, something Mistress Andromeda said
'only a fool would do'.
Her smile became even wider at that,
"Well then my pet, it would seem we have two hours to kill" she purred into his
ear before pushing him up against the teacher's desk, making him lean his hands
back to steady himself. Much to his surprise she conjured a pillow in front of
his feet before grabbing his shirt and pulling it off with his eager
assistance. Once topless her hands were all over his body while she softly
kissed her way all over his neck and chest, slowly working her incredible soft
lips down his abdomen. As she stopped to unbuckle his belt her sensual purr
echoed in the room,
"Mmm I have a proposition for you my pet."
"Oh, uhh what is it?"
His pants hit the floor, followed shortly after by his boxers, letting his
erection spring free. Mistress Narcissa engulfed his hardness in her soft hands
before her mouth started kissing around it, landing soft kisses on his thighs
and the light patch of pubic hair he had. Harry stared in disbelief at her
beautiful blue eyes as her mouth teased around him, was she actually going to
do that? Her smile and wink, as if reading his thoughts made his cock swell
beyond what he thought possible.
At least he understood the purpose of the pillow now.
"Mmmm well you see, I am hosting a small event for my friends during Christmas
and I would so love it if my favourite toy was present."
Harry gasped as her tongue started softly playing with his testicles, pushing
them around before she sucked one into her mouth. Merlin but she had never done
this before.
"Oh, so, uh, you just want me to be there?"
She let his testicles go before running her tongue up his shaft, teasing the
skin. Harry unlike most wizards was circumcised, something Lily had apparently
insisted on. Her bright red lips landed feather light kisses around the head of
his cock, while her tongue occasionally peaked out to caress him, yet it was
teasing, nothing more.
"Mmm more than that pet, I want you to do exactly as I say and as I want for
one day, with no arguments whatsoever."
Seeing him hesitate she pushed his cock up slightly and ran the flat of her
soft tongue up the underside of his cock all the way to the head, before laying
light kisses on the head again, enjoying the way his hips had twitched when she
brought her tongue into the game.
"What do you say pet, will you do your kind Mistress this favour and be her
perfect toy for a day? I prrrromise you will love it."
Her sensual purr sent shivers up his back as her left hand played with his
testicles.
"Uhh, umm, I guess?"
She lovingly engulfed the head of his cock in her soft wet mouth, the
incredible heat and suction almost causing him to come right there; he moaned
in pleasure before sighing in disappointment as the hot mouth disappeared.
"Say it out loud pet, say you will be my perfect pet during the Christmas
holidays."
Moaning at the loss of her velvet mouth he folded,
"I will be your perfect pet during the Christmas holidays, Mistress Narcissa."
"Mmmm such a good pet, we are going to have so much fun."
She sucked his cock back into her mouth, the heat and suction feeling
incredible before she blew his mind by adding her tongue, teasing around the
head of the cock, lapping it at it with relish. He tried to place his hands on
her head but she slapped them away, obviously wanting to be in full control of
him now as well. He desperately grasped the edge of the desk as she slowly
swallowed around his cock, her spasming muscles massaging his head as it
disappeared down her throat.
"Oh Merlin" He gasped out as she started pumping her head on his shaft, the hot
sensation pushing him towards the edge. Her left hand pulled at his testicles
before she suddenly swallowed his cock to the hilt and swallowed repeatedly,
milking his arousal, causing him to violently come down her throat. His semen
blasted out like never before, the hand at his balls preventing his body from
pulling the testicles close. Her head showed no sign of moving, keeping up the
suction and swallowing, causing him to gasp and writhe in pleasure, his nails
digging into the desk as the sensations became too much. Wanting to push her
off but not daring to, his legs started to give out as the pleasure flooded
through his body.
Mistress Narcissa's head finally moved, letting some of his shaft free, but
still kept the tip in her mouth, rolling her tongue and sucking on it like a
lollipop, making his knees weak as his control failed. Finally she let his cock
free with a wet slurp, causing to collapse to his knees in exhaustion, leaning
his head on her shoulder, panting deeply.
"Mmm my naughty little pet is quite tasty, good thing we still have an hour and
fifty minutes left."
She licked her lips as he looked at her in disbelief, as if unwilling to
believe someone could make him feel so good. She kissed him happily on his
cheek and started playing with his buttocks.
Poor boy, she thought as she softly ran her fingers over his rosebud, he has no
idea what he's in for during the Christmas holidays, her friends will be
delighted with the entertainment she was going to provide.
Chapter 18
Harry Potter couldn't help the grin on his face as he watched students enter
the Great Hall for breakfast, Hannah's giggle wasn't exactly helping him keep
his poker face either. The same pattern would repeat as they came through the
doors, chat happily to each other; glance at the hourglasses representing the
house points before moving on, until suddenly freezing and turning back to
hourglasses with gaping jaws. The Gryffindor hourglass which had been in the
lead of points, largely thanks to a certain muggleborn witch, was now glaringly
empty among the other three. Harry practically saw the rumour spread in front
of his eyes, stories told about a fuming McGonagall shouting at all the first
years, followed by a massive point deduction and three months of detention for
Weasley and Thomas for conduct unbecoming a Gryffindor.
Noticing Hermione walk in through the doors, with the usual stance she seemed
to have adapted these days, head down and trying to avoid attracting attention
he frowned. The girl was obviously rather introvert and the fact that she had
no friends was easy to spot, in fact Harry was rather certain this wasn't the
first school she had been bullied in. It also explained her rather unhealthy
fascination with authority figures and studying in general, obviously having
put the importance of her education ahead of everything else. Ignoring all
tradition Harry waved his hand and shouted loudly,
"Hey! Hermione! Over here!"
She looked startled, as did quite a few students in Great Hall, before she
noticed all the eyes on her and quickly walked over to the Hufflepuff table.
"Umm hey Harry, what's up?"
He indicated the seat opposite to him and the girls, who were avidly following
the spectacle,
"Join us for breakfast."
Surprised, her wary eyes seemed to shift towards the Gryffindor table before
she seemed to reach an internal decision and steeled herself, smiling at Harry
and sitting down.
"I'd love to."
The little byplay caused discussions to flare up about the rumours going around
the school, concerning Harry Potter killing a troll by himself to protect the
muggleborn witch. Usually such a thing would be ignored, but this was The Harry
Potter, half the kids in the school had heard night-time stories about his
adventures, making the stories run wild across the tables.
Zacharias Smith snorted at the other end of table before calling out,
"Hey Harry, you hear they are saying you killed a troll last night?"
His amused chuckle died when Harry just nodded around the sandwich he was
munching and mumbled,
"Yeah, thing was threatening Hermione, had to deal with it."
Looks of disbelief and consideration greeted him, causing Susan and Hannah to
casually lean against his shoulders while glaring at the witches who gave him
the considering looks. They understood the situation quite well, he had given a
significant demonstration of power last night and power always attracted
attention. Hermione blushed slightly at his words and mumbled a quiet "Thank
you", giving further credence to the rumour.
Harry tried to ignore how comfortable the girls felt against him, Mistress
Andromeda's words had forced him to look at them differently and he had been
surprised at what he saw. He knew muggle girls entered puberty between ages
nine and fourteen and that witches usually started slightly earlier, but he had
still been surprised when he really looked at the girls lounging in their
casual clothes. The fact that they were budding teenagers was painfully
obvious, the curves starting to form as their hips expanded could not have been
demonstrated better by the tight jeans, and the obvious budding breasts were
impossible to ignore, especially on Susan who seemed to be an early bloomer. He
had heard a jealous fourth year girl call it the 'Bones bosom', making him
suspect she got it from her family. The way her long fiery red hair framed her
cleavage had been incredibly distracting, especially as she liked bending over
her notes in front of him, giving him a very nice view of her pale lightly
freckled skin.
His studying had been shot to hell that night as he kept glancing at the girls,
trying to be inconspicuous, yet he was pretty sure they knew he was looking,
the pleased smiles that appeared for no reason weren't exactly covert. Not to
mention that both his Mistresses had claimed that women always knew when you
were looking, it was like a sixth sense for them. Harry was inclined to believe
them.
Snapping back to present, Harry swallowed a bite of his sandwich before looking
into Hermione's brown eyes,
"By the way Hermione, you might want to tone down your participation in class."
Seeing her betrayed look he continued unperturbed,
"Teachers often ask questions to try to establish where their class is at
regarding the material, how many raise their hands and the body language of
those that don't tend to give them a fairly good idea about their progression."
Her look changed to a questioning one,
"Yes, having one person answering all their questions is in fact not something
they want. Of course they cannot say that out loud, but it does make it harder
for them to get a clear overview of the students' abilities. Not to mention
that doing so tends to make you a target for the rest of the class, something
which you might have noticed."
She turned her eyes to her plate, before softly asking,
"So what should I do? Sit there like a wallflower?"
"Nope. The teachers already know that you most likely know all the material, so
when they ask any questions that the rest of the class can't answer they will
probably turn to you, giving you your chance to shine without needlessly
annoying everyone else."
"Oh. How do you know all this?"
"Mrs Tonks tutored me a lot; she's been a teacher for years."
Harry watched the way her expression turned from doubt into one of
consideration; she clearly placed a lot of value on what the teachers thought.
He couldn't really fault her for that; he tended to do the same thing when it
came to his Mistresses.
"I'll try it." Her words were so soft he barely heard them, but he smiled and
patted her hand, it was a good start.
Their discussion was interrupted when a woman walked in through the main doors,
followed by two men who were obviously in Auror uniform. She was in her early
forties, obviously very fit considering the way her robes hugged her body, yet
there was no softness in her presence, as simply entering the room seemed to
have given her full control of it. The navy blue eyes scanned the hall until
settling on the person next to Harry, who was startled by a happy squeal of
"Auntie!" coming from next to him.
Madam Amelia Susan Bones let a small smile grace her usually stern visage when
she saw her happy niece waving frantically at her. Susan was the only link she
had left to the Bones family and anyone who hurt her would face a fury unlike
anything they had experienced before. Madam Bones had lost everything in the
First Wizarding War, Lord Voldemort killed both her parents, but her brother
Edgar, his wife and all their children had been killed by Death Eaters. Susan's
mother, her sister, had faced the same fate, leaving the child an orphan in her
care.
Having only been a full Auror for five years, Amelia had been heartbroken and
angry beyond belief, yet having to care for a child had given her a focus she
desperately needed in her life. Channelling her energy she had put everything
into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and into her niece's well-being,
rising like a star through the Ministry until she took over as the Head of the
DMLE. Her talents at duelling made even the Hit Wizards raise their eyebrows in
surprise. She quickly became a hallmark of justice for treating everyone
equally, earning her equal amounts of support and disdain, as purebloods found
out their blood meant nothing in the eyes of the Matriarch of the most Ancient
and Noble house of Bones.
Like all Bones women she was quite attractive, even if her stern visage, no
doubt caused by her job, deterred it somewhat. A trademark large Bones bosom
combined with a toned body made several men look twice, yet few dared to do
anything more. Easy to understand really, as her athletic body was the result
of the time she took every week to perfect her spellwork, often duelling her
Aurors, leaving little doubt why people feared to anger the woman. Her eyes
were a deep blue and her hair auburn, yet the constant stress of her job had
forced it into greying early, leaving a startling contrast between the glowing
auburn and the streaks of grey.
Walking up to the children she gave her niece a warm hug,
"Hello Susan, I see you're doing well."
Her glance at what she assumed was the Potter boy made Susan blush, confirming
her suspicions on what she had read between the lines of her letters home. Her
little girl was nursing quite the crush. Turning to the boy and offering her
hand she was surprised when he stood up, performed a picture perfect bow and
kissed her knuckles,
"A pleasure to finally meet you Madam Bones, Susan has told me much about you.
I am Harry Potter, scion of the house of Potter."
Well now, someone's obviously been grooming this child, she doubted the muggles
he stayed at had taught him that.
"Hello Mister Potter, please call me Amelia as I am in fact here to talk to
you." She gestured with her hand towards the doors, wanting to get away from
the prying eyes.
His eyes widened in surprise before he seemed to snap back into control,
interesting, could someone have taught him the basics of Occlumency?
"Please call me Harry, uhh, Amelia, and sure, let's go."
Following the imposing woman Harry couldn't help but worry what this was all
about, why would Susan's Aunt want to talk to him. Glancing down he noticed her
extremely toned behind and blushed slightly, Merlin but this was not the time
to let his hormones rule his mind. Yet her tone of command and presence of
power had reminded him of the other women in his life and his eyes kept gliding
back to the hips swaying in front of him. He was snapped out of his thoughts as
she turned around, locking the classroom he hadn't even noticed they walked
into.
Noticing his worried frown she placated him,
"No need to worry Harry, I heard about the incident with the troll from Susan.
I'm here for an official reason, yet me being here instead of another
interrogator is as a favour to my niece."
Taking out a recording quill and some parchment she continued,
"After confirming the truth of the matter I decided it was best if the DMLE got
an official statement from the two eyewitnesses regarding the matter. I will be
talking to Miss Granger later."
Harry sighed in relief; at least he wasn't in any trouble, before beginning the
story.
Amelia couldn't helped but be impressed as he narrated the incident, she was
used to interviewing slimy purebloods and could detect a lie a mile away, yet
the boy was being sincere. He had reacted decisively to save and protect a
friend, using whatever tools at his disposal. She let a small smile spread on
her lips, based on what she had heard from Susan; Harry Potter would no doubt
do the same for her. Even his mere presence as her friend would offer her some
protection as this got out, making people think twice before trying anything.
Looking at his eyes she saw them drift before snapping into place as he spoke,
yet it wasn't lying or an attempt to avoid eye contact… what was he doing? She
covertly followed his eyes and couldn't help letting a bit of womanly pride
blossom as she noticed he was quite obviously checking her out, his eyes seemed
glued to her legs and especially her bosom before snapping back to her face.
Pretending to focus on her notes she pushed her arms together, in the process
amplifying her already significant cleavage, snickering mentally as his story
haltered.
"What was that Harry? Dumbledore arrived to the scene then?"
"Uhh, ummm, right yeah, and then..."
She couldn't keep the smile from her face as he tried to desperately compose
his thoughts; she hadn't been able to have fun like this since Hogwarts. At the
Ministry she had to keep her stern visage up at all times, being a woman in
politics was bad enough, but being one at the DMLE required an iron hand.
Amelia was rather surprised at the respect he gave her to be honest, usually
the rich brats tended to look down on her because of her sex, but if anything
she could've sworn it was the complete opposite with Potter. Amelia was unaware
of the effect her soft smile had on Harry, the smile melting the hard face and
revealing the beauty hidden behind the stressful job.
Harry sighed in relief as the woman finally let him go, standing up and trying
to conceal his raging erection. He could have sworn the woman noticed it and
smirked at him, but wrote it off as his own hormonal fantasy, especially after
what he did last night with Mistress Narcissa.
As he reached for the door, Madam Bones' voice stopped him,
"Harry." It sounded like a tree snapping in the freezing cold, making him snap
his eyes to her in surprise. She calmly placed the monocle she usually wore in
the Wizengamot in her eye, her blue eyes drilling into his.
"Whereas I have no objections against you befriending Susan, should you ever
make the grave mistake of hurting her in any way, there will be no place in
England, let alone the world where you can hide from my wrath."
Gulping, Harry quickly nodded, "Yes Madam Bones", before being allowed to
leave. Once outside he took a deep breath in relief. Merlin she was
intimidating, hot as hell but scary enough to make hell seem comfortable.
Looking down he frowned, he wasn't sure what it said about himself when he
realized he was still hard as steel.
Chapter 19
Harry Potter stood at a crossroads as he stared at the piece of paper in his
hand. It was two weeks until Christmas and he was trying to decide whether to
sign himself up for staying at Hogwarts, or doing as his Aunt Petunia no doubt
wished, return to Privet Drive. Hearing a giggle he looked up and saw Hannah
laugh at something Susan had said, while Hermione tried to pretend like she
didn't find it funny at all, miserably failing to contain her smile.
The four of them had grown rather close during the last six weeks since the
troll attack, Harry and the girls had practically claimed Hermione as an
honorary Hufflepuff, having her sit with them at every meal. Her demeanour had
changed quite a bit as well, she had taken Harry's suggestion to heart about
being less in-your-face during classes, leading to her being far more accepted
in the school. She still had a great deal of respect for the teachers, a bit
too much if you asked Harry, but she had at least learned to let loose a bit
with their group.
She had also started seeing Harry as a bit of a rival, getting infuriated with
the ease he learned magic with. Hermione had issues being angry with him
though, as after he perfected a spell he would help them out in turn, turning
out to be a surprisingly good teacher. She attributed it to his private
tutoring with Mrs Tonks and Harry wasn't one to argue, his Mistress had taught
him a lot.
Susan and Hannah on the other hand had grown quite a bit bolder with him,
starting to slip in some friendly innuendos and flirting into their everyday
chats, making it quite clear for Harry they had no intentions of staying as
simply his friends. He was a bit confused at both of them doing it though, were
they in a competition or did they have some sort agreement?
Discarding those thoughts for later he turned his eyes back to the slip of
paper, thinking about what awaited him at Privet Drive. Disdain and scorn from
Vernon and Dudley, praise yet expected service from Aunt Petunia and worst of
all, he knew Marge would be visiting during the holidays. A shiver ran up his
spine at that thought, he truly disliked that woman after the weekend he had
spent with her and had no attention of experiencing it again.
The more he thought about it the clearer his decision became. He had options.
The thought hit him like a truck. He could choose to not return to Privet Drive
this Christmas. A smile started tugging at his lips as he reached his decision,
no, he would not return. Harry James Potter would spend his Christmas as he
pleased. Aunt Petunia would no doubt be angry but really, he had no intentions
of dealing with Marge again. Harry had a sudden spike of clarity as he
understood that whereas he served Mistress Narcissa and Andromeda quite often,
he still liked it, where as he felt indifferent when serving Aunt Petunia.
Marge was a chapter for herself as he simply disliked the entire thought of
being at her beck and call.
Feeling like a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders he let a small
chuckle escape his lips, he was about to do a clear act of defiance against the
Dursley's and it felt great.
"What's gotten you so happy Harry?"
Turning to Susan's sparkling eyes he chuckled again,
"I've decided to stay at Hogwarts during the holidays, I feel like having a fun
Christmas for a change."
The girls' eyes seemed to darken significantly at that, whereas Harry didn't
talk much about his life at home, the way he described Mrs Tonks as his saviour
told them quite a bit.
"No way."
Turning to Susan in surprise, he raised his eyebrows in question.
"Harry, there is absolutely no way I'm going to let you sit here alone during
Christmas when it's just me and my Aunt at the Bones Manor. You're spending the
holidays at our place."
Stunned, he shook his head with a sad smile,
"Susan there's no way they would allow me to do that, staying at your place
would require consent from my guardians."
Susan merely smirked, "Oh yeah? We'll see what they say when Auntie knocks on
their door, this is not an argument, you're coming with us."
Laughing he grabbed her into a warm hug,
"Fine, fine, that sounds a lot better than what I had planned, I'd love to come
over."
She seemed to purr into his hug, smiling happily now, making Harry realize just
how soft the witch felt in his arms. Forcing his mind to focus on other
matters, he realized he was for the first time of his life actually looking
forward to Christmas, what a strange feeling.
As Susan had predicted, it had taken her one owl to her Aunt, before a day
later the owl returned with a permission slip signed by one Vernon Dursley, the
handwriting seeming to shake all over the parchment.
Walking with her from the Owlery towards the Hufflepuff common room Harry
remembered something quite important regarding the holidays,
"Oh, uh Susan?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhh I promised to help Mrs Malfoy with an event she's hosting on the 27th,
she'll probably mail me a portkey for that."
"Oh. That should be okay. Didn't know you knew each other?"
Opening the Hufflepuff door for her he coughed trying to explain it,
"She's my umm, Lordship tutor, helps me with all that Wizengamot stuff."
"Thanks. Oh that explains it; my Aunt teaches me all of that. Still kinda weird
to have Narcissa Malfoy as your tutor isn't it?"
Fumbling for an explanation he was saved when they heard a loud. "FUCK!" echo
in the common room. Turning wide eyes to one of the more private tables, they
saw Tonks throw her charms book at the wall, obviously frustrated.
"Right, let's talk later Susan; I'm going to go see if I can help her."
She just nodded at him with wide eyes while staring at the metamorphmagus whose
hair seemed to be cycling through every shade of red that existed, paying no
heed to the stares she was getting.
Harry calmly sat down next to her, leaning back against the plush sofa,
"Wotcher Tonks."
Her annoyance seemed to fade slightly,
"Wotcher Harry, what's up?"
"Shouldn't I be asking that?" He indicated the charms book that was lying
against the wall.
He saw the anger drain out of her eyes before only frustration was left.
"Sorry about that, it's just the NEWTs Harry, I have to get almost perfect
scores to have a good shot in the Auror Academy."
Nymphadora Tonks was no fool, she knew having a name like Tonks would do her
absolutely no favours in the Ministry, and neither would the fact that her
father was muggleborn. Even her metamorphic ability was a double-edged sword,
experienced Aurors rated the ability highly, yet jealous purebloods tended to
dislike a half-blood having such a powerful hereditary ability.
Harry nodded at her placatingly, he understood she was under a lot of stress;
the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test was named so for a reason. Getting an
idea he crossed his legs and turned towards her,
"Gimme your feet Tonks."
"Wha?"
He indicated his lap,
"Give me your feet, I give a pretty good massage and I know it has helped
relieve stress for the people I've done it for."
Well that wasn't entirely true, he'd only massaged Mistress Tonks feet and she
had gained more than just relaxation from it. Still, he had done it for years
and was even by his own admission quite good at it.
She gave him a sceptical look but sat down sideways in the sofa, leaning
against the armrest, before placing her feet in his lap. He smiled at her in
assurance before removing her shoes and socks with practiced hands, startling
her slightly.
"Hey!"
"Meh, you expect me to massage your shoes?"
Not really able to argue with that she huffed, before turning wide eyes at him
as he started kneading her left foot. What on earth? That felt amazing!
Harry smiled at her wide eyed expression as he used the trick he had picked up
during the last month, channelling magic into his hands like he was still
grasping a wand, he could use the excess magic to amplify the soothing feeling
his fingers produced, helping him reach deeper into the tissue. Mistress Tonks
had been very impressed by his new ability, before questioning if perhaps he
couldn't use the same trick on other parts, clearly staring at his mouth in
contemplation. He hadn't been able to achieve that yet as channelling magic
elsewhere than his hands felt strange, like it wasn't supposed to move that
way.
He heard a soft moan slip from Tonks's lips as strong thumbs worked on the pads
of her foot, before kneading the arch of her foot with his palm. Her angry red
hair hand changed to a mellow orange, most likely without her even noticing.
Harry was pleased at this, he liked the young woman; her happiness was
contagious.
"Oh Merlin, how are you so good at this."
Harry chuckled as he switched feet,
"Told you, practice."
He lifted her foot into the air and used his entire hand to knead her heel,
forcing his magic into his wand hand as he worked. Her hair kept turning more
fiery from the mellow orange, making him wonder if she was getting angry again.
Her sensual panting, the increased pace of breath and her quickening pulse gave
him a better idea. Glancing covertly at her chest he admired the way her hard
nipples poked through the shirt, yeah, that was definitively not anger. He
mentally smirked, realizing that the 'like mother, like daughter' saying
applied in more ways than one.
Tonks was losing her mind; this was not what she had been expecting. She
thought a soft massage, if a little clumsy, might help her get her mind off
things, but what she got was the biggest turn on she had ever experienced. She
knew her panties were soaked and her nipples were like pebbles, brushing
against the soft fabric of her shirt every time she moaned, only making the
sensations stronger. His magic hands seemed to send sparks of pleasure right to
her groin, making her pussy heat up and forcing her to consciously resist
rubbing her thighs together. She felt the surprisingly strong hands start to
work on her calves, making her bite her lips as the calloused palm worked its
way behind her knee, teasing nerve endings she never knew existed. She had
realized he was working some sort of magic with his hands, yet couldn't control
the pleasurable loud gasp that slipped out as his fingers forced the magic into
the soft flesh behind her knee-cap.
"Ohhhh!"
She opened her eyes in shock, expecting him to be staring at her in surprise,
yet what she was the opposite. His eyes looked into hers, a soft teasing smile
on his face before he glanced at her chest and continued working on her feet.
Looking down she realized what he had checked out, her nipples were leaving
blatantly obvious outlines in her shirt. She blushed bright red as she realized
he knew, he bloody knew, that she was turned on beyond belief.
Feeling incredibly awkward she coughed and stood up,
"Umm, uhh, thanks Harry, I think I'm gonna hit the showers now."
His eyes seemed to look straight through her, like he knew exactly what she
wasn't saying,
"Sure Tonks, have a good…shower."
Merlin but that pause had to have been intentional. Before she walked away he
gently laid a hand on her arm,
"Tonks, if the NEWTs turn out to be too much for you, you can always count on
me to help you relieve the stress."
What was he saying? Was he? No. She must be misunderstanding. Yet the playful
smile and the way his eyes would dip to her breasts were hard to misinterpret.
She blushed and stammered slightly,
"Ooh, umm, t-that's good to know Harry, thanks again."
She practically ran up to her dormitory, hearing a soft chuckle behind her,
making her blush even harder. A bloody innocent first year just played her like
a fiddle, although after what she just saw she wasn't sure how 'innocent' he
really was. She on the other hand was very inexperienced, her relationships
with boys had ended in her fourth year as the third boy she kissed asked if
'she could maybe turn her hair blonde for him'. Having heard the same thing
twice before that, she slapped him and walked away, choosing to spend most of
her time focusing on her future Auror career instead.
Stripping, she stepped into the hot shower, moaning in pleasure as the hot
water cascaded over her inflamed flesh. Running her hands down her front
gently, she cupped her breasts and rolled the hard nipples between her nimble
fingers. A soft gasp slipped out before her right hand continued its trek down
towards the juncture between her legs. Liking the way she could switch her hair
colour she had left a small landing strip at the top of her slit, the pubic
hair glowing a fiery red because of her arousal, making the carpet match the
drapes.
Her long fingers slipped between her folds with a moan, even if she was a
virgin she had long since lost the obstruction between her legs, something that
happened to several young active witches, especially when riding brooms. It was
one of the reasons pureblooded girls were rarely allowed to participate in
Quidditch matches, bloodying the sheets was an important matter for the
traditionalists.
As she worked the middle and ring finger into her tight folds she could feel
her metamorphic magic react to her lust, slightly increasing the size of her
clit against her palm while tightening her wet hole. She moaned in pleasure,
rolling her hand against her enlarged clit while pumping the fingers in a
curling motion. To her surprise, flashes of a young Potter started going
through her mind, his nimble hands and mischievous smile working over her
sopping pussy instead of simply teasing her legs. Shame and incredible arousal
mixed in her, her magic enlarging the two digits in her fold, doubling them in
size, filling her completely as she frantically pumped into her wetness. Her
secret little kink came out to play as her other hand slipped down and worked a
slick finger into her tight rosebud, playing with the cluster of nerves. Merlin
but toying with her butt always drove her insane, causing her to hump her hands
in rapture as she felt her release approaching.
With a loud shout she came, clamping around her fingers, sliding down to her
knees in the humid shower, trying desperately to control her spasming muscles
as the pleasure coursed through her body. Her toned teenage body was slick with
sweat and water, twitching in joy as her prolonged gasping echoed in the shower
stall.
Finally the sensations abated, allowing her to softly slip her drenched
enlarged fingers out of her pussy, moaning at the sense of loss. She stood on
shaky legs, gulping in desperate breaths, trying to understand what just
happened, that had been the best orgasm of her entire life and she hadn't even
touched her wand.
Chapter 20
Harry flexed his knees as he had been taught, absorbing the momentum of the
portkey attempting to throw him to the ground, landing with grace in front of
an impressive looking manor. Madam Bones gave him a look of approval as he
steadied Susan before leading the way towards the Bones Manor. He sighed in
relief; it felt good to get out of Hogwarts for a while, especially after the
Headmaster's strange behaviour when he handed in the permission slip that
allowed him to stay with Susan.
Harry had been called to Dumbledore's office soon after giving Sprout the slip,
where the old man spent almost an hour trying to convince Harry to stay at the
Dursley's instead. He evaded answering any questions Harry had regarding why he
felt it necessary to dictate his holiday plans, increasing his distrust in the
man. When Harry suggested calling Madam Bones to take part in the discussion he
had quickly folded, merely informing Harry how 'disappointed he was in him'.
This had baffled Harry even more, why would he care what the Headmaster thought
about him, he was the man that placed him at the Dursley's and forced Mistress
Andromeda to keep her identity a secret from him.
Wearing a confused expression instead of a guilty one had clearly thrown
Dumbledore off even more, dismissing him from the office and wishing him a
Merry Christmas.
Madam Bones had been very interested in the exchange and asked him to write
down the discussion once they left Hogwarts, something he readily agreed to.
Harry was impressed with the Bones Manor, whereas it wasn't as resplendent and
rich looking as the Malfoy Manor, it had a far more cosy feel, like someone
actually lived in it as opposed to simply polishing it for guests to gawk at.
After being lead to a guestroom he slumped into the soft bed in relief, he had
actually done it; he was spending a Christmas where he chose. Well, not all of
it he mused, he still had Mistress Narcissa's event to attend.
The portkey for the event had arrived last week, along with a letter that
instructed him to not masturbate or allow any woman to please him until then.
There were no warnings or threats included, simply the simple expectation that
he would obey. Even while reading it Harry knew he would obey the order, she
would know if he didn't, somehow she always saw right through him. What he
considered an impressive control of emotion and application of Occlumency was
something she considered a grand joke, having looked at the composed face of
Dumbledore for years as he played the Wizengamot like a fiddle. In comparison
she saw through his white lies like he had never spoken them to begin with,
Occlumency or no.
At least he wasn't spending the Christmas with the Tonks's, he hadn't been able
to look at Nymphadora during the last few days without getting flashbacks to
her soft panting from a few weeks back, instantly making him hard. Shit, he was
doing it again. The only good part was that he had noticed her giving him
thoughtful glances, her hair unconsciously shifting towards the red spectrum
meanwhile, making him smile in return. Looking down at his pants he grumbled
while adjusting them, Mistress Narcissa's order was becoming frustrating.
Forcing his mind to other things he focused on unpacking and preparing for the
best Christmas of his life.
His expectations turned out to be no underestimation, being woken up by a
sleepy smiling Susan; her hair a cute mess, instead of a shouting Dursley, just
showed how different this Christmas was going to be. After enjoying a relaxed
breakfast they got to the presents, Harry being surprised at how many he had.
He had gotten used to receiving the one gift from Mistress Andromeda that
always pleased him immensely, as he had never received any gifts during his
stay at the Dursley's. Now however he had a small pile of them, making a huge
smile appear on his face. Even Madam Bones, err, Amelia, had gotten him a gift,
a wrist holster for his wand, with a comment about the importance of always
having your wand accessible. The gift from Mistress Narcissa had seemed like a
dull book about the Wizengamot; that is until he opened it and saw a full
Wizarding Kama Sutra with moving pictures included, making him blush bright red
and hide it under his other presents.
"Whoa!"
His exclamation of surprise caught the attention of the other two, staring in
awe as he held a silky fabric that caused his hand to disappear under it.
"Wow, that's an invisibility cloak Harry! Who is it from?"
Picking up the note he read it out loud for Susan,
"Your father left this in my care, Merry Christmas, Albus Dumbledore."
Amelia frowned when she heard that,
"That seems...odd. If it was your fathers then it belongs to you to begin with.
The words 'care' imply he had never actually given it away, merely lent it. To
give you an item, that is rightfully yours, as a gift from himself... ?"
Harry couldn't fault her logic; that seemed strange. Why hadn't he returned the
cloak to him as soon as he arrived at Hogwarts? Pretending like returning his
rightful possession was a valuable gift from him seemed very conceited. Moving
along he gave Susan a small simple bracelet in red gold,
"It matches your hair."
He had said as he kissed her on the cheek, causing her to blush a bright red
and stammer out her thanks, reminding Harry of an important thing he hadn't
even considered. Even if the girls mixed some innocent flirting into their
talks with him, they were still very much innocent, especially compared to him.
The kiss on the cheek had been no big deal for him, yet Susan's reaction had
been an important wake-up call for him. Even if their bodies were turning into
teenagers, the minds still had some catching up to do. He needed to tone down
his attraction to the girls for a while, giving them some time to grow.
Harry realized he wasn't exactly the best benchmark to compare maturity with,
his own childhood having been far from normal. Yet he found that he didn't mind
maturing faster than them, as he liked both his Mistresses a lot, perhaps even
more than simply liked, and enjoyed the time he spent with them. Crying over
spilt milk never achieved anything anyway, so he pushed it out of his mind and
decided to enjoy Christmas.
Whereas the rest of the holidays had been great, today he was feeling
incredibly restless. It was the twenty-sixth of December and Harry had trouble
deciding what he was feeling regarding Mistress Narcissa's party. Equal amounts
of anxiousness and excitement seemed to waging war in his head, making him
worry about his promise of absolute obedience while sprouting random erections
when considering what she might do to him. The guests she had mentioned was
also a huge question mark for him, would she reveal who he was? Would he know
them? Would he be disguised or paraded in the open like her pet? Would they
play with him as well?
Deciding to stop before his imagination got out of control he pulled on the
invisibility cloak, planning to go prank Susan instead. She was obviously
growing annoyed with his random surprises but had chosen to endure it for now,
seeing how happy he was wearing something that had belonged to his father. His
mentions of it 'being the best Christmas ever' had also helped her patience
quite a bit, not to mention the bracelet that now decorated her lightly
freckled skin.
Spotting Amelia on the way he decided to test his stealth abilities against her
instead, she was after all in law enforcement, making it a fun challenge.
Trying to minimize the sound his feet made on the soft carpeted floor he
followed her into the Master Suite, about to startle her as she made her way to
the closet. He was surprised when the door closed behind him, before
remembering the rune-clusters that were spread around all the older manors and
castles, closing windows and doors by themselves to reduce the draft such large
buildings tended to suffer from. Turning back to Amelia his voice froze in his
throat as she slowly peeled away her robe, revealing the skin-tight clothes she
wore underneath. The dark blue pants and shirt was almost glued to her skin,
the Ministry emblem making him suspect it was Auror underclothes, made tight
fitting for increased mobility. To Harry it looked more like one of those cat
suits he had seen in one of Dudley's comics. His mouth dried as she seemed to
struggle with her huge bosom, working the stretchy material past her large
breasts with some effort before peeling off the shirt. He swore the bra that
supported her had to have been magically enforced, the lightly freckled pale
breasts were larger than any he had seen before, straining against the soft
lace keeping them captive.
Her constant exercise against her fellow Aurors had left her waist slim,
providing a startling contrast to the soft heaving chest, leaving him
spellbound as he watched her flesh jiggle simply from moving around; making him
hard in an instant. He now understood why it was called the Bones Bosom; that
had to be some sort of mythical bloodline ability, designed to distract and
ensnare men. He could barely control the sigh of relief as she turned around,
letting him clear his mind. That was until she bent over, shimmying her hips to
get the tight pants off, displaying her fantastic panty-clad ass right in front
of his face. Merlin it felt like she was giving him a show on purpose.
The black lace panties that were revealed seemed to highlight her pale lightly
freckled legs, long and toned from the hours of footwork, ending in firm bum
that left no doubts about her physical fitness. Harry had to physically
constrain his hands to not reveal himself or possibly break Mistress Narcissa's
order, Merlin but this woman was hot underneath her robes.
He was pulled out of his staring by a soft sensual voice, staring in horror as
Amelia slowly turned around and stared right at him,
"Hmmm…hmmm…did you know that I am a very good friend to Alastor Moody, an old
colleague of mine?"
Scared shitless he couldn't even open his mouth, let alone speak, was she
looking at him?
"Yes, such an excellent Auror he was, if a bit paranoid about his surroundings.
Regardless, he taught me almost everything I know and when I finally became a
full Auror he thought I should have a gift."
She tapped a long slender finger against the side of her monocle,
"Quite the genius at visual charms, he easily charmed a monocle with some of
the most intricate spellwork I have ever seen."
Harry felt a drop of sweat glide down his back and swallowed loudly.
"Imagine my surprise when I put it on and could see through every single
glamour charm, easily look through repelling and confundus charms and even..."
Her wide smile left no doubts, she was looking right at him,
"...see right through invisibility cloaks."
Fuck.
Harry was still frozen as she walked towards him, her hips swinging and her
bosom heaving, involuntarily grabbing his attention again, Merlin but there had
to be some sort of charm on those things. Snapping his eyes back he saw her
lean close to him before sneaking a hand down and softly squeezing his raging
erection, clearly visible against his sweat pants.
"My, my, is this how Heir Potter behaves as a guest hmm? Sneaking up on the
Mistress of the house?"
"I, uh, err, I mean I didn't mean to..."
"Oh? Then when were you planning on announcing you were here, before or after I
had removed my underwear?"
Her teasing smile was clearly at odds with her firm grip,
"I'm uh, very, very sorry Madam Bones, err, Amelia, sorry!"
"Hmm, I can't say you feel very sorry Harry, you feel quite the opposite." Her
hand gave his cock a little squeeze.
"Uh, I mean, uh?"
How in Merlin's soggy ball sack was he going to explain that away? He tried
desperately racking his mind for an answer while she seemed to merely look at
him, clearly amused.
"No answer hmm? I'll have to keep an eye on you Harry, seems like you have a
dirty mind."
She released his cock and steered him towards the door,
"Perhaps you should head towards your own room now, wouldn't want you
'accidentally' stumbling into any other girls undressing, now would we?"
"But, but, I would never do that to Susan!"
This only seemed to amuse her more,
"Oh? But you would gladly 'do' it to me?"
Harry flushed bright red before deciding his mouth was adamant on getting him
into more trouble, he had to escape,
"Uh good night Amelia, I'm very sorry!"
Her amused "Good night Harry" echoed behind him as he practically ran to his
own room. His brilliant plan of winding down had been shot utterly to hell, now
he was not only thinking about Mistress Narcissa and her guests, but also the
fantastic breasts of Madam Bones, leaving him rock hard and frustrated beyond
belief.
Elsewhere in the country a smiling Narcissa Malfoy carefully laid out her toys,
running her fingers over the various materials, making sure everything was
ready. She sipped her wine with a smile while looking at the row of objects,
poor little Harry was going to be quite exhausted after tomorrow; there were so
many things to play with.
Enjoying the wine she leaned back into the soft cushion while staring at the
table, her guests were undoubtedly going to love this little party, and so
would she. As for Harry? Hmm, that remained to be seen; maybe he wouldn't give
out such silly open-ended promises in the future. Although, she mused,
depending on tomorrow, maybe he would, just only to her. Her mischievous smile
spread wider as her imagination ran wild, yes; this was going to be the best
Christmas holidays ever.
Chapter 21
Harry stared in trepidation as his watch ticked down towards seven o'clock, his
portkey was set to activate any second now. The second the clock struck even,
he was whisked away by the timed magical device, landing with his now usual
grace in front of the Malfoy Manor. Mistress Narcissa stood at the door to
greet him, smiling happily as she walked up to embrace him,
"Hello my pet, I am very pleased to see you today."
Her tight fitting cocktail dress was dark green with silver highlights, she had
clearly dressed to impress and was incredibly hot in his eyes. The way her body
felt against his made his hormones grow rampant again, his neglected hardness
reacting in anticipation at what was to come.
"Hello Mistress Narcissa."
Still hugging him she rubbed her hips slightly against his crotch, delighted at
the quick reaction she had achieved.
"Mmm very nice pet, I see you have obeyed my instructions, yes?"
"Yes Mistress."
She kissed him on the cheek, clearly pleased.
"As expected of my lovely, now come with me, we have to get you prepared."
Grabbing his hand she dragged him into the manor; pushing him into one of the
larger bathrooms, locking the door behind her.
"Well now, time for preparations, strip and get in the shower."
Surprised he did as he was told, the question obvious on his face. His unasked
question was answered when she gave him a bottle of Wizarding shampoo with a
picture of blonde hair on the side.
"Wash your hair with that, make sure you scrub it all over. It will dye your
hair blonde for eight hours."
As he started scrubbing it in she took out her wand, pointing at both his eyes
before performing a silent spell. Harry felt the magic spread into his eyes,
making him look at her in question.
"Blue eyes honey, you're my pet, not anyone else's, can't have them finding out
who you really are; can we?"
She patted his cheek before carefully dragging the wand around his throat and
continuing down over his chest, abdomen, hips and all the way down to his toes.
As the wand stopped touching his body, Harry felt a strange burning sensation
spread all over his skin, starting from the ring at his neck and spreading like
wildfire. It was slightly uncomfortable but not actually painful.
"Mistress, Wha.. ?"
"Hair removal spell honey, I dislike hair on my little pet and that spell saves
me the trouble as it removes everything below your neck."
She didn't mention it was actually classified as a curse, as it would inhibit
hair growth on the selected area until a counter-spell was issued. He could
always ask for it, if it bothered him that is, was her simple justification.
She also performed the usual rectal cleansing spell on him, wanting him perfect
for her guests.
The tingling disappeared and Harry noticed all his hair had vanished, running
his hands over his body unused to the strange sensation of perfectly smooth
skin where he was used to feel hair. As he stepped out of the shower Mistress
Narcissa didn't bother with towels, simply hitting him with a drying charm
before grabbing a small tube of oil and massaging it into his hair.
"That crow's nest of yours sticks out like a sore thumb regardless of hair
colour, just changing it around a bit."
Once done she backed off, looking him over, clearly pleased.
"Mmm, very nice pet, I barely even recognize you."
She walked up to him, running her hands over the smooth skin in pleasure before
kissing him deeply, rolling her hips to get hard again. His usual fast reaction
seemed to amuse her before she reached into her bag and pulled out a little
black ring, too large for a finger yet an inch thick in width. She smiled a
teasing smile at him before softly grabbing his testicles, stretching them away
from the body and softly working the ring around them, clamping them into a
gentle but sturdy prison.
The sensation felt strange to Harry, yet not uncomfortable, but then again, he
mused, when Mistress Narcissa got him aroused she could do almost anything to
him and it felt great.
"Turn around and bend over against the wall honey."
Obediently he behaved, suddenly feeling something wet and warm spread over his
anus, before his Mistress's fingers worked their way into him, slipping past
the tight ring far quicker than before. He clenched in surprise, hearing a
pleased sigh behind him as his sphincter made futile attempts at trapping the
two slick fingers.
"Everlasting oil my pet, it will keep you nice and wet until it is dispelled."
The two fingers kept up their teasing before a third finger was added,
stretching him even further and making him moan softly.
"That's nice honey, feel free to let that lovely voice out tonight, I love it
when you make sounds for me."
Her hot breath on his neck disappeared, as did the fingers, making him turn
around in question at what she was planning. The object she pulled from her bag
looked like someone had taken an oversized tack nail and shoved it into an
oversized egg, then painted the whole thing bright red. The large egg part was
clearly attached to the flat bottom and the entire object seemed smooth and
round. Attached to the middle of the flat end was a large bushy blonde tail,
two feet long.
"All pets must have a tail honey; this butt plug will help you keep your tail
in place for your Mistress."
Harry stared in apprehension at the plug, it was as thick as five or her
fingers combined, he was going to…wear it? Before he could even open his mouth
she sang in a soft sing-song voice,
"Remember your promises pet; you wouldn't want to come across as a liar to your
Mistress would you?"
He flushed bright red; he had given a promise to be hers, completely and
without objection for one day. Only now was he starting to realize just how
much power he had given her. Still, he had given his word to his Mistress,
leaning obediently back against the wall he nodded, making Narcissa sigh in
pleasure.
"Good boy."
He could feel the round plug start toying with his lubricated anus, surprised
at how hot it was; it had to be charmed somehow. Mistress Narcissa worked the
toy softly with her right hand while her left hand played with his erection,
liking the way playing with one would make the other twitch. Her soft pumping
soon paid off, making Harry gasp as he felt the thick toy reach its widest
point inside of his tight ass, before his inner muscles took over and closed
snugly around the egg-shaped plug, fastening the toy, and the tail in the
process; securely into place. He gasped at the huge round intrusion, trying to
adapt his body to the foreign feeling of heat warming up his rectum. Mistress
Narcissa was clearly pleased with how it sat, toying with it lightly, pulling
it almost past the midpoint before letting his own tightness pull it back in.
"Mmm very nice, such a cute little tail for a cute little pet."
She patted his ass in pleasure before taking his hand and turning him around.
"Oh dear, almost forgot one very important detail. Stand still."
Reaching into her bag she took out some magically infused make-up crème,
working it into his scar, watching with a critical eye as it seemed to
disappear into his forehead, leaving no sign it even existed. She clicked her
mouth in pleasure,
"Very nice, only the last few things now."
Harry had trouble standing straight with the tail inside of him, moving around
caused it to push on his prostate, feeling surprisingly good, where as another
part of him wanted to push it out. His tight sphincter seemed to spasm around
the object, alternatively accepting it and at other times fighting it. The
clearly active heating charm wasn't helping ignore it either.
Mistress Narcissa pulled out five pieces of black leather, presenting them to
Harry with a pleased smile.
"A pet needs a collar after all."
Harry only nodded his head in resigned acceptance as she started attaching the
pieces to him, the collar fitting snugly around his throat before the other
four pieces were securely fastened around his wrists and ankles.
"Those were quite expensive you know; they contain some fascinating runes."
Grabbing his left hand she pressed his wrist against the wall pressing a rune
on the cuff before letting go. Much to Harry's surprise his hand stayed where
she had placed it and no additional force seemed to be able to budge it.
"Rune activated sticking charms, lets me lock you into any material and place
of my choosing, they draw on your innate magic. Quite ingenious really."
Harry gulped as she her she ran her fingers over his chest, her playful smile
still in place; she had clearly gone all out for this evening. She released the
cuff again before patting his butt,
"Oh I think you have been stretched quite enough to not feel any pain now, go
down on all fours for me pet."
Flushing red he went down into a crawling position, feeling her nimble fingers
gently remove the large toy with a soft pop. He felt a piece of wood sticking
into his anus before a rush of magic coated his entire insides, making him
strangely aware of everything back there. When she pushed the toy back in it
felt overwhelming, the nerves suddenly on fire, sending sensations of pleasure
all over his body, making him pant at the incredible feeling. His audible moan
made her chuckle as the toy finally slipped back in.
"Mmm I knew you'd love that one honey, hyper-sensitivity spell, usually used by
St Mungo's personnel to help people regain feeling in injured limbs by
increasing the sensitivity in the nerves. It has quite interesting uses when
applied to erogenous zones, as you can probably tell."
Not letting him stand up she tapped the plug with her wand, sensually
whispering 'Vibro' in delight. The effect was instantaneous; the Vibration
Charm was named so for a reason, making the entire plug vibrate wildly inside
of him. He gasped, his erection twitching as he had trouble keeping his
kneeling position as the incredible pleasure spread through his body.
Clenching around the toy only seemed to increase the sensation and trying to
push it out seemed futile, making him roll his hips in desperation as he felt
the pressure grow each second, threatening to overwhelm him. It became too much
too fast, the vibration on his oversensitive prostate made him blow his load
with a loud moan, gasping as he came all over the bathroom floor, his hips
gyrating as his sphincter clenched around the hot toy in wild spasms. The toy
kept twitching against his prostate, causing him to come repeatedly with a
hitching breath.
Panting he turned wild eyes up to his Mistress, the vibration wasn't stopping
at all, making him moan continuously now.
She just ran her hands through his now blonde hair, clearly turned on by the
display and not in much of a hurry to stop it,
"Very nice my pet, such a sexy display, we are ready to go now, you can stay on
all fours."
Harry exhaled in relief as she tapped the plug again, stopping the vibration,
before gaping at her in shock as she attached a leash to his collar and started
leading him towards the smallest sitting room.
Carmela Fiorella Zabini sipped the exceptional red wine Cissa had left them,
savouring the full taste as she waited for their entertainment to arrive. She
like the other guest, Amelinda, had become fast friends when they attended
Hogwarts, becoming an inseparable trio ever since the third year. They had all
been sorted into Slytherin, not surprising considering the overwhelming
ambition they all had, wealth and power had always been their goals. Cissa had
gotten hers through political marriage, just like Amelinda, yet Carmela had
never like sharing her money. She was the textbook example of a man-eater,
having been married seven times yet somehow her husbands kept mysteriously
dying, leaving her everything. Her father had been an Egyptian pureblood,
whereas the Zabini family had always had their roots in Italy, gifting her with
her exotic looks. Flawless latte coloured skin covered her high aristocratic
cheekbones and small nose, with olive colored eyes peering out through her
thick dark brown locks, no doubt inherited from her mother. She had been rather
surprised when Cissa had snapped out of her decade long depression one night,
suddenly being the cheery woman they remembered from Hogwarts. With the help of
Amelinda they had managed to uncover why, she had apparently taken a lovely
little pet that not only brought her great joy, but was also extremely
talented. Her dark chocolate lips smiled against her glass of wine, this
evening might prove to be very interesting.
Amelinda Elise Greengrass looked at the exotic woman as she smiled into her
glass of wine; Carmela was apparently just as intrigued as she was by what
Cissa had planned for them. The Greengrass family had always been wealthy,
originally originating from Germany, their last name literally signifying all
the land they owned. Upon attending Hogwarts she had much to her pleasure met
both Cissa and Carmela, both as ambitious as she was and equally beautiful in
their own ways, making them close friends.
Long raven black hair ran down to the middle of her back, framing a pale
chiselled face that housed two startlingly clear blue eyes and bright red lips.
She found it amusing that her daughter was already starting to be referred as
an ice queen at Hogwarts; she clearly took after her dear mother in looks. She
understood the attitude though, even if she had never needed it, no man dared
to anger their trio at Hogwarts. Far too much political power to dare enrage
their parents, not to mention their own reputation was nothing to scoff at, yet
many tried to approach them as their contrasting looks made a very tempting
target. The blonde veela-like features of Cissa contrasted beautifully against
the coffee coloured Zabini and were only highlighted by her own dark beauty.
Of course nothing happened between them and the boys, their fathers were
extremely strict in that matter, virgin blood on the wedding night was of great
importance for the purebloods. Idiots. What did they think was going to happen
when they housed three hormonal and sexually starved teenagers in the same
dormitory? Oh their mothers knew about their experiments, having no doubt done
the same in their time, but they ignored it as lesbianism was just as big a
taboo as a son turning out to be gay. No need to tell the men though, let the
fathers have their illusions about their 'chastity' while they taught each
other things about their bodies they never even knew. Amelinda felt a light
blush on her cheeks as she remembered all the things they had done, before
being startled out of her thoughts as Cissa walked in, holding a leash of all
things.
It wasn't the leash that caught her attention, but rather what was attached to
it. Half dragged behind Cissa was a very cute young blonde boy, crawling on the
soft carpet naked as the day he was born, the leash hooking into his collar. He
turned surprised blue eyes towards first her and then Carmela, before blushing
an adorable bright red as he realized they were staring at him in the nude. She
was amused to see his erection showed no signs of faltering; whatever Cissa had
been doing clearly had him very excited. She heard Carmela let out a little
giggle as the boy crawled past them, displaying the white fluffy tail attached
to him, causing him to blush even redder.
Harry had never been this embarrassed in his life; his Mistress had shown his
state of dress no heed whatsoever, happily marching him around the room in
front of the two women. Harry glanced at the exotic looking woman on his left,
being reminded of one of those belly dancers he had seen on the telly before
turning towards the other woman, this time being reminded of a vampire thanks
to her pale skin and blood red lips. The light blush that coloured her cheeks,
as she inspected him with amusement, dispelled that notion though.
"Carmela, Amelinda, meet my lovely little pet. Pet, meet Mistress Carmela and
Mistress Amelinda, whose orders you will follow like they were mine today.
Except when it comes to answering questions about your past or your name,
wouldn't want anyone stealing my toys now would I."
Her playful smile took the sting out of her words, yet she could tell both the
women were intrigued, so better take precautions.
Carmela inspected the boy, or pet, with a smile, Narcissa had indeed found a
fine little toy. She couldn't help but wonder who he was though, as Cissa would
never touch a muggle or a muggleborn, meaning the boy had to be at least a
halfblood. Knowing that she had similar tastes when it came to men of power she
wouldn't be surprised if the boy would grow up to be rather important. She
sipped her wine in delight before turning her eyes to Cissa,
"Wow, he is quite gorgeous Cissa, no wonder you have been in such a good mood."
Narcissa sat down in the only empty chair left, ruffling her pet's hair as she
leaned back."
He is; his adorable blush right now only makes him cuter."
Amelinda giggled as the boy was now permanently red, clearly not used to such
humiliation, yet his cock was still hard and she doubted it was because Cissa
had used a Petrificus Totalus curse on it.
Narcissa happily spread her legs and scooted her pelvis closer to the edge of
the chair; before boldly vanishing her panties.
"Your lovely little display earlier left me quite excited pet, why don't you
please me while your Mistresses talk."
Harry couldn't believe his ears, she wanted him to do it right here? He turned
wide eyes to the other two women who were clearly expectant, smiling happily at
the show, no chance of them looking away then. He sighed; his own stupid mouth
had gotten him into this, so might as well put it to wiser use.
"Yes Mistress."
He leaned in, trying to ignore the coo from behind him as one of the women
played with his tail, sending small sparks of pleasure through his prostate.
Opening his mouth he started using the flat of his tongue to softly caress her
wet folds, licking up her taste. She moaned softly and spread her legs wider,
letting him dip into her musky hole, coating his tongue in her wetness.
Narcissa ran her hands through his blonde locks before smiling at the other
two,
"He is so very talented at this; you must give him a try."
She felt the boy's tongue momentarily freeze as he heard the words, before he
seemed to accept his fate and continue licking, making her sigh in pleasure as
she continued playing with his hair. Looking at the other women she smiled,
Carmela was clearly excited by the spectacle, a light blush covering her tanned
skin as her nipples poked through her robe, watching closely around her glass
of wine as the boy's mouth moved around her pussy. Amelinda on the other hand
kept playing with his tail and buttocks, chuckling softly at the way the boy
would twitch whenever she tugged on the tail. Pulling on the tail again she
admired his little jerk,
"Oh my, what have you been doing with him, he seems so very sensitive?"
"I have been diligent in his training, making him accept all forms of pleasure,
but most of it stems from himself, he is really a very naughty boy."
She smiled around her glass, making no mention of the sensitivity spell at
work, knowing it agitated the boy working on her pussy.
Reaching into the drawer behind her she pulled out two identical strap-ons,
handing them over with a little manual that described the features of said toy.
She gasped softly as she felt the boy lap on her clit, his hot mouth was such a
delight to experience and quite hard to ignore when trying to make
conversation. Both of them admired the toys, playing with the soft jelly at was
attached to the flat end before browsing through the manual. It was Carmela who
spoke first,
"Really? A switching rune? Does it work?"
Narcissa just smiled in return,
"What do you think?"
Carmela gaped at her before turning her dark olive eyes to the boy, her smile
widening.
"Does it...how does it feel?"
"Heavenly."
The word was purred out in pleasure. Lust filled Carmela's dark eyes as she
stared at the boy who was now loudly sucking on Cissa's pussy, licking her own
lips softly in anticipation. Cissa always did organize the best parties.
Harry tried desperately to ignore the way they were discussing him while he
sucked on the soft fleshy lips of Mistress Narcissa, making her moan softly at
his action. Her wetness increased, forcing him to swallow as he ran his tongue
up the inside of her pulsing hole, before starting to work on the erect nub
sticking out. Lubricating it properly with his soft tongue he encircled it with
his lips, sucking on it like a breast. Hearing her pant he added his tongue to
the mix, starting to flick it like a bean while sucking gently, causing her
hips to start softly humping his face. With a loud drawn out moan she came,
flooding his mouth with her taste and smell as he dutifully swallowed. Bringing
her down from her release he obediently licked her clean, reaching into every
crevice and corner, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh. He felt the
hand at his hair gently pull him away from her pussy before she reached down
and kissed him deeply on the mouth, playing with his tongue,
"Mmm very nice honey, thank you, I truly missed that."
Grabbing his shoulders she turned him around towards Amelinda,
"Why don't you go ask Amelinda if she would like some help?"
Hesitantly she looked at his Mistress, then Amelinda, before sighing and
crawling over to her chair, kneeling in front of her feet,
"Would you like some help Mistress Amelinda?"
"Oh yes I would indeed, I have heard such fantastic rumours about your talented
mouth I simply have to experience it for myself. Please, help yourself."
Harry started moving his hands towards her hips when she tsk'd in disapproval.
"No, that's no fun is it."
She grabbed his wrists and placed them behind his back, activating the sticking
rune as she let go, locking them firmly in place with a grin.
"I said mouth pet."
She watched in pleasure as he leaned forward with his head, using his mouth to
move up her skirt before using his teeth and tongue to get a hold of her black
lace panties. Pulling them awkwardly down her legs he had to kneel down to her
feet to get them all the way off. Amelinda applauded him, only increasing his
embarrassment, before she spread her legs, revealing very puffy and swollen
pussy lips, hairless and glistening with wetness.
"Dig in sweetie."
Harry started licking her tentatively only to be surprised at how much fluid
there was, none of the other women he had been with had ever been this wet. He
had to push his entire face into her pussy to keep up, making her moan at his
enthusiasm as he sucked on her pussy.
Carmela stared at the erotic scene before standing up and removing her robe and
the silky panties, exposing long sexy legs clad in white stockings, the colour
clashing beautifully with her darker skin.
"Merlin but that's hot, I can't just sit here and watch."
She carefully attached one of the unfamiliar toys Cissa had given her, gasping
as the gel locked the toy into place and hissing in surprise as the switching
rune activated. She ran her fingers up the fleshy shaft, a wide smile on her
face.
"Oh my Cissa, you weren't joking, this feels amazing."
She walked up behind the bound boy, who was still kneeling in front of Amelinda
and desperately trying to lick her to completion. Carmela smiled at the sucking
sounds she heard, Amelinda was a real gusher, she would know. Softly she
grabbed the bushy tail, watching in fascination as she slowly pulled the toy
out; the boy's sphincter seemed to be fighting her until with a loud moan from
the boy, it suddenly popped free with a soft slurping sound. Too horny to wait
any longer she kneeled behind him on the plush carpet, lining up the toy and
slowly pushing into him. She gasped as the hot wetness tightly surrounded the
toy, broadcasting sensations wildly to her pussy.
Harry was losing his mind; the woman in front of him seemed to have been
without any release for years, humping his face in what felt like an attempt to
drown him. Then to his surprise he felt the plug being removed, the sudden
emptiness making him gasp before he moaned as he felt another toy entering. The
hyper-sensitivity spell was still there, amplifying everything he felt, making
him gasp and moan against Mistress Amelinda's pussy as the toy behind him
started pumping into him. Slowly at first it constantly sped up, now pushing
his face into her pussy as loud wet slaps echoed in the room.
"Smack!"
"Oowwwwwhhh!"
He gasped as he felt Mistress Carmela spank his ass as she fucked him with wild
abandon, what was supposed to be painful only turned him on more at the moment.
The toy bottomed out, before being pulled out right to the rim, passing over
his prostate with every hard thrust, driving him mad with pleasure. Yet her
hips only made larger and faster moves, now pulling the fat long toy all the
way out of his hole, before pushing through his rosebud and bottoming out in
one smooth move. He shouted into Mistress Amelinda's pussy as he came hard,
spraying his seed on the carpet with loud gasps, hoping for a break. Yet
Mistress Amelinda only smiled at him and placed his face back into her sopping
pussy and he heard Mistress Carmela laugh behind him, not slowing down her
fucking at all,
"Oh what a delightfully dirty pet you have Cissa, he's coming like freight-
train right under us."
"I know; he's always been a very naughty boy, that's what makes him such fun."
Harry felt humiliated at his reaction and wanted to mention the spell Mistress
Narcissa kept leaving out, but Mistress Amelinda was giving him no chance to
talk, her wetness coating his throat as he tried to breathe and swallow while
Mistress Carmela mercilessly humped her hips against his ass.
He had lost count of the times he had licked the pussy in front of him clean,
before being flooded with her taste again, having to swallow desperately as her
meaty lips were ground into his face. His track of time was completely gone and
his world circled around the sensations flooding through his groin, so much
pleasure it was bordering on pain, yet he could not decide which one he was
experiencing. The steady smacks from Mistress Carmela continued; increasing his
embarrassment as felt himself come again to their loud laughter, clenching the
toy that was pumping into him with exhausted muscles. He heard Mistress Carmela
shout in pleasure while slamming his hips a final few times, before finally
pulling the drenched toy out of his rectum. Seeing this even Mistress Amelinda
let him go, watching in amusement as he slid down on the floor. She snickered
and raised her glass towards Mistress Narcissa,
"Mmm ten points Cissa, his tongue is indeed divine."
"Thank you, sadly I cannot take all the credit, but I know my pet is always
pleased at the praise he receives for a job well done."
She had attached her own toy and walked over to Harry, gently lifting him up
and carrying him to her chair. Narcissa sat down and pulled Harry down into her
lap, carefully angling the toy so it slipped into his used hole. She softly
nibbled his ear as he moaned at the intrusion,
"Come now pet, show our guests what a dirty boy you are."
She pulled him back towards her chest, trapping his bound arms between them
while using her legs to spread him wide, displaying the toy entering him to the
other two women. Tapping his ankles she activated the sticking charms on his
cuffs, freezing his spread legs in place.
Harry had never felt this embarrassed and humiliated, especially as his cock
was still rock hard, showing no signs of faltering. Mistress Narcissa nibbled
at his neck and ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
"Pet, I gave you an order, give our guests a good show of what a dirty little
slut you are."
She watched in delight as he flushed even redder, if that was even possible at
this point, before starting to slowly pump his hips, fucking himself on her
toy. She giggled in delight, running her hands over his chest while nibbling
everywhere her mouth could reach, urging him to fuck her faster. She ran a hand
down and played with his constricted balls, before running silky hands over his
shaft.
"I want you to come for us, to show us all how much you love riding your
Mistress."
She started pumping her hips in return, meeting his downward movement with a
wet slap, making him let out adorable little gasps that went straight to her
drenched pussy.
"Moan for your Mistress honey, let her know how much you love being fucked."
He couldn't contain the moan he let out in reply, making her smirk widely as
she started pumping his cock with a tight fist, as she fucked him hard and
fast.
"That's it pet; let everyone know how much you like your Mistress cock fucking
your little ass."
His feeble moaned out disagreements only seemed to amuse her as she kept
pumping her hand and fucking him, making the pressure build incredibly fast.
Looking up he saw the other two enjoying the show, embarrassing him further as
he knew what was coming and was powerless to stop it. With a shout he came,
bucking wildly on Mistress Narcissa's lap, gasping as the relentless hand
showed no signs of slowing down.
He tried to slow down or escape her slick hand and pumping toy, yet he was held
tightly in place by the cuffs, being completely at her mercy as she continued
fucking him. The hand rubbing his cock was making him twitch as the pleasure
became too much, yet his gasps of "Mistress, oh Merlin, please" only seemed to
turn her on more, making her lick his neck in joy.
"Mmm keep, uhh, begging pet, uhhhhhhhhhhh."
He almost wept in relief as he felt her shudder under him and bite his neck,
her own release finally being achieved with a long drawn out moan of pleasure.
She released his tortured cock, making him feel light-headed as the sensations
finally abated. He slumped in her lap, half dead to world before he heard her
whisper "suck" into his ear. Obediently he licked and sucked the hand she had
placed in his mouth, noting it was the same hand that had rubbed his erection
and realizing what the salty taste was. He was too exhausted to care at this
point, both mentally and physically.
Narcissa smiled lovingly at her pet as he licked her hand clean, running her
other hand through his soft hair. She noticed he was nodding off and chuckled,
poor boy was definitively done for tonight. Standing up from her chair she
slipped out of him and removed the toy, before picking him up with a Levitation
Charm and addressing the other two.
"It looks our pet is done for tonight, I'm going to put the poor thing in bed."
As she moved past them they both placed kisses on his cheek, giggling,
"Good night pet."
She smiled in approval at that before heading up the stairs, placing Harry in
one of the guestrooms. Calling two house elves she ordered them to bathe and
clothe him in a pair of pyjamas before tucking him in, poor thing looked rather
used at the moment. Dropping by the cold room she picked up another bottle of
wine before returning to her friends, there was still plenty of party left to
attend to, even if the main attraction was over.
Walking back to the room it was Amelinda who spoke first,
"So Cissa, I know that wasn't his real appearance, will we ever find out who he
is?"
She seemed to consider her answer before giving a mischievous smile,
"Should his future proceed as I expect, I might introduce you properly in a few
years."
She smiled at their intrigued looks, if they ever found out who he really was
they'd be even more interested, having a Lord of two houses as a pet gave a
heady sense of power; a feeling she knew they'd share.
A/N Don't forget to vote in my default fetish polls, this week is Anna from
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***** Know You Place 22-28 *****
Contribution
Title: Know Your Place
Author: Oraldeviant
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, Amelia Bones, Nymphadora Tonks,
Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Severus Snape,
Minerva McGonagall, Argus Filch, Hagrid, Andromeda Tonks, Dean, Professor
Quirrell, Madam Pomfrey, Albus Dumbledore, OFC, Vernon Dursley, Dudley Dursley,
Petunia Dursley
Contains: Multiple Partners, Blowjob, Male Cum Drinking, Femdom, Malesub,
Underage, Hidden Desires, Magical Massage, Masturbation, Shower, Camel Toe,
Public Orgasm, Fingering, Insertion, Female Cum Drinking, Panty Theft, Maledom,
Foot Massage, Stockings, Handjob, Virgin, Oral, Pussy Licking, Engorgio, Ass
Play, Magical Karma Sutra, Shared Shower, Incest, Hufflepuff!Harry, MILF
Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training
will have far reaching consequences.
Chapter 22
Harry groaned softly as he slowly woke up from his deep sleep. A moment of
grogginess passed as he realized what had woken him up; his morning erection
was engulfed in a hot wet heat, being softly sucked on. He gasped in pleasure
as the mouth working on him started softly pumping him, taking his cock deep
into the smouldering heat. Lifting the blanket with trembling hands he looked
down into the clear blue eyes of Mistress Narcissa as she softly lavished his
cock with her mouth. Ruby red lips wrapped around the head as her tongue played
with the sensitive underside, making him moan softly. His moan brought a small
smile to her lips before his cock was swallowed whole again, disappearing into
her tight throat. He watched in awe as she swallowed around his length, the
already tight throat being further enhanced by the spasming muscles.
"Mistresssss!"
The pleasure overwhelmed him and he felt himself come, hard and without any
control, straight down her hot throat. His hands grabbed the sheets in reflex
as her constant suction and pumping milked him dry, swallowing every single
drop he had to give. He shuddered as he felt the last of his orgasm die out,
watching as Mistress Narcissa slowly extracted his cock, carefully licking and
sucking the head clean. Narcissa smiled at her pet as she sat up, sucking him
off had felt surprisingly good. Last night after her friends had left, she had
felt a foreign feeling enter her mind, something she could not remember the
last time she had felt. Regret. Narcissa realized she might have pushed 'her
Harry' too far, being too caught up in the fun they had and in his complete
submission. She had also surprisingly felt a bit of shame as she realized the
only reason she had been so over exuberant was because of her own inexperience
as a proper dominating Mistress, letting her lust get away with her. Thus she
had made sure to wake up early, freshen up and grab a quick hangover potion
before trying to make amends. She, like most experienced women, knew that when
asking for something, the most important thing was what state of mind the
person you were talking to was in. An angry person was likely to respond
negatively where as a happy person was more likely to agree. A good blowjob
would go a long way to helping her control this conversation and it seemed to
ease that niggling sense of regret in the back of her head, that annoying small
voice that she refused to acknowledge.
She moved up and softly kissed him on the lips before ruffling his hair,
"Good morning pet!"
"Uhhm, good morning Mistress. N-not that I'm complaining but what was that
about?"
She kissed him again before replying,
"What, isn't it obvious? I was so proud of what a good pet you were yesterday
so I wanted to reward you!"
"Really?"
"Of course, the other girls were so jealous, they kept trying to pour wine in
me and find out who you were, but I simply wouldn't share. Not going to let
some other woman take my Harry away."
It wasn't a lie either, she had seen the looks that had passed between Amelinda
and Carmela as they kept refilling her glass, they were definitively intrigued.
Looking over to Harry she saw surprise on his face at her praise, it was a good
a start.
"You showed me what an excellent man you're going to grow up to be Harry; you
gave your word to me and stood by it, not budging an inch even when you wanted
to. I am so very proud of you."
Narcissa watched as his shame slowly faded away, a small smile growing on the
boy's lips, yet something was off. The full trust that she had seen in those
brilliant green eyes seemed to have dimmed and it surprised her to realize this
bothered her a lot. Since when had she let such trivial things bother her?
Harry smiled at Mistress Narcissa, her praise felt good after the humiliation
he had suffered. Instead of feeling shame over his actions he took pride in the
fact that he had indeed been a man of his word.
"Thank you Mistress, it wasn't easy."
Something still tasted sour to Harry though, he might forgive her now, but he
realized for the first time that Mistress Narcissa was not everything she
seemed. The words of warning Mistress Andromeda had given about her echoed in
his head as he studied her clear blue eyes, he would watch his mouth when
around her in the future. Actually scratch that, it was time he learned to
watch his mouth at all times.
She smiled a mischievous smile at him,
"Did you truly dislike everything about last night pet?"
Harry flushed bright red,
"Uhm, maybe not everything."
She grinned and ruffled his hair again,
"That's good Harry; sometimes you have to go through less pleasant things to
reach better things; that's just the way life is."
She softly stroked his cock as she said that, her eyes glittering as she felt
him harden against her soft skin instantly.
Harry watched in awe as his Mistress dove under the covers again, he might have
disliked yesterday and lost some trust in her, but Merlin if she couldn't make
him feel amazing.
XXX
Amelia Bones snapped out her paperwork as she felt the wards notify her about
an arriving portkey. Walking to the window she watched the Potter boy arrive,
landing with a soft grace in front of the gates. She studied his features as
house elves let him in to the grounds; this whole tutorship with the Malfoy's
had her on edge. The boy was an orphan and Narcissa Malfoy was notoriously
manipulative, not to mention highly attractive, used to ensnaring men with her
feminine wiles. Her eyes widened in shock at that thought, she knew from her
own experiences that Harry seemed to be very attracted to older women, usually
running his eyes over her bosom or bum whenever he got the chance. Gazing at
the boy she could only wonder how far Narcissa had gone, surprised at feeling a
small flash of jealousy towards the other witch, simply over the suspicion that
she might have been having fun with him.
Still, the more she thought about it the more sense it made. Having a future
lord practically drooling after you, especially as it was a very cute, very
powerful young lord who would have his pick at any woman he liked as he got
older, was a very flattering feeling. The fact that he looked like a young
James Potter with Lily's eyes was enough to send a small wave of heat through
her groin as her fantasies ran wild. She gasped at the sensation, Merlin but it
wasn't right to be feeling horny, after so many years of abstaining from
physical pleasure, simply by his presence in her Manor. She desperately
suppressed her excitement as she watched her niece hug Harry, trying to ignore
the fact that he was the same age as Susan. The same Susan who had had very
frank discussions with her regarding sex and seemed fascinated by the thought;
especially after returning from Hogwarts.
Amelia coughed; looking at the way Susan crushed Harry to her budding breasts
it wasn't hard to figure out who had gotten her mind on that track. Walking out
the door she greeted them,
"Hello Harry, had a good time at the Malfoy's?"
She saw a light blush cover his cheeks before they seemed to slacken,
Occlumency? Oh my, he must be desperate to hide what happened there, Narcissa
has definitively been up to something.
"Uhm, hello Madam…Amelia, yeah it was okay."
Harry felt her piercing eyes scrutinize him, Merlin but why did it feel like
every single adult woman he spoke to could detect when he was hiding something.
Mistress Andromeda's talk about a sixth sense for women made more sense every
time he spoke to another woman, they had to be psychic the lot of them. After
what felt like an eternity she finally responded,
"That's nice dear, come on in."
Harry exhaled in relief as she turned around, yet couldn't fully shake the
feeling that she knew something had happened.
The rest of the holidays further cemented it as Harry's best Christmas ever,
after Amelia had offered to teach him some simple spell work, not really
realizing what she was offering, as he had understood that he could use magic
freely inside the manor wards without worrying about the underage decree.
He spent the rest of the break practically glued to his wand, picking up
everything Amelia showed him in record time, never noticing her wide eyes as he
learned spells like the Disarming Charm, Expelliarmus; a second year spell, in
just one day. Her eyes were analysing him intently as he started regulating the
power of the charm, changing it from something that barely tapped the wand, to
a fierce red buzz that cracked the wrist on the practice dummy as it ripped the
wand away.
Harry's study in Latin reared its head as he noticed the spell 'Expelliarmus'
was made out of two words, the English word 'expel', meaning remove and the
Latin word 'arma', meaning weapon. Focusing his meagre Occlumency he cleared
his mind of all thoughts before picturing the hand of the dummy as the weapon
he wanted removed, instead of the wand. Casting another overpowered
Expelliarmus, feeling his wand buck slightly as the angry looking spell left
it, he watched in awe as it hit the dummy, easily ripping the hand off at the
elbow with a loud crack. A soft gasp made him turn around; seeing both the
Bones women staring at him with wide eyes.
"Oops, just testing some stuff."
Amelia simply nodded, trying to control herself. A first year had just modified
a second year spell by using Occlumency to redefine the meaning of the weapon
he was removing, making what was classed as one of the mildest combative spells
a deadly one instead. She sat down heavily, watching the boy continue flinging
spells without showing any signs of being tired, starting to understand the
immense potential he had. A potential political powerhouse, a guaranteed
economic powerhouse and now adding this sort of magical ability his future
seemed wide open. Her eyes turned to Susan, watching as her niece stared at the
boy in rapture. Yes, this was not something she was going to oppose, should
Susan manage to ally the house of Bones to Potter it could only benefit her.
She smiled softly, inviting the Potter heir over was turning out to be a great
move.
The rest of the break passed quickly, Harry really enjoyed having Madam Bones
as a teacher, even if she tended to be very distracting when Susan wasn't
around. He wasn't convinced she needed to be bending over to pick up as many
things as she did, but he surely wasn't going to complain. Her massive pale
freckled cleavage could mesmerize him completely and he had been snapped out of
his staring more than once, turning his blushing face to a smirking Amelia. Yet
the practical things she taught were great, especially pointing out ways he
should keep up his physical fitness, strongly recommending Quidditch next year.
He couldn't fault her logic, dodging a spell was a lot faster than countering
it, not to mention less magically draining. He watched in awe as she
demonstrated her flexibility, easily bending around imaginary spells while
keeping her wand pointed at him at all times. He had a definitive goal to aim
for when it came to spell work and it was dancing around imaginary spells in
front of him. He stared at her heaving breasts as she turned around, before
switching his gaze to her toned buttocks, admiring the way the hips rolled as
she walked over to a water pitcher after the demonstration. If those were the
results of her physical training then he somehow needed to convince all women
in Hogwarts to pick up her regime. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a
grinning Amelia as she told him to hit the showers and get to bed.
Amelia smirked as she watched the boy scramble away, keeping his spell book in
front of his crotch, thinking she wouldn't notice his hardness. She was a bit
sad that the kids were leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow, having her constantly
positive niece around to cheer her up while teasing the hormonal boy had been a
nice break from the usual, not to mention being a lot of fun.
Sighing she knew there was no helping it, she had to be back in the office in
full force tomorrow, those latest reports about what had been going in Albania
during the summer were worrying; what kind of monster drank unicorn blood
anyways?
Chapter 23
Harry controlled his breath as he calmly snuck through the castle wearing his
invisibility cloak; chuckling softly at the way the paintings would attempt to
peer into the dark, trying to spot what had made the sound that woke them. His
nightly exploring had become a regular thing now; he enjoyed the peace and
quiet of the old castle as he mentally mapped the various corridors.
He loved Hogwarts and greatly enjoyed the company of his friends, yet he was
far too used to fending for himself and desperately needed some time alone. The
cloak was a godsend in that matter, letting him slip out whenever he felt like
it.
Hearing a soft meow behind him he cursed, Mrs Norris had quickly shown him that
whereas the cloak was great at hiding him from view, it did nothing to hide his
scent. Spitting out the gum from his mouth he used a quick Depulso charm to
fling it to the other end of the corridor, hoping to distract the cat as he
slunk in through the closest door. A Colloportus on the door followed, a spell
he had easily picked up after seeing Mistress Andromeda perform it countless
times to keep their dealings private.
Only then did he relax and turn around, only to stiffen in surprise again. The
abandoned classroom was far from empty, there was a gigantic mirror sitting in
the middle of it. Walking up to it he studied the inscription, quickly puzzling
together that the text was reversed. Honestly, Mistress Andromeda's Latin word
puzzles were much harder than this simple stuff. "I show not your face but your
heart's desire." Huh, wonder what that means. As he stepped in front of the
mirror he saw himself, except much older, in his early twenties by the looks of
it. He had to admit he made an intimidating sight, dressed in the finest robes
and sitting in a huge throne. He was pleased to see Mistress Andromeda and
Mistress Narcissa standing behind him, with their hands on his shoulders, their
eyes shining with pride as they looked at him. He swallowed deeply as he
shifted his eyes to his feet though, the girls that were laying there in those
revealing clothes... were they really doing that? Looking at Susan he saw
devotion shining in her eyes as leaned against his legs, her face nuzzling into
his crotch. What did this mean? What on earth were those other girls doing? Was
that who he thought it was, serving his feet? What about the girl sitting on
the armrest, running her fingers through Susan's hair?
Was this his heart's desire? Harry flushed a deep dark red, part from
embarrassment but mostly because of massive erection he sprouted after viewing
that image. Turning on his heel he headed back to his dorm, he had much to
think about, especially about how he saw certain people.
XXX
Over a month had passed since Harry had seen that vision in the mirror and
regardless of how he tried to push it out of his mind; it seemed to be stuck
there. Merlin but it was messing with his perception, he had trouble looking
some of the girls in the eye, getting constant flashbacks to what he imagined
they could look like.
Slumping into the common room sofa with Susan and Hannah he was about to pull
out his charms notes when they heard muttered curses that were anything but
quiet. Looking into the corner he saw Tonks cursing up a storm again, poor girl
wasn't handling the NEWT stress too gracefully. He patted Susan's leg before
standing up,
"I'm going to go see what I can do."
She shrugged before mumbling,
"Your funeral."
Walking calmly over to Tonks he jumped into the sofa next to her, catching her
attention,
"What!?"
Harry simply gestured with his hands towards her feet before indicating his
lap. He chuckled when he saw her flush slightly as she remembered what had
happened the last time he had massaged her.
"Come on Tonks, you're not getting any work done and you're driving everyone
insane, let me help the way I can."
Her hair turned even redder then her face, yet she dutifully extended her legs
into his lap, still having vivid memories of the last time those magic hands
had played with her feet, driving her half mad with lust. When she considered
it she realized she could actually really use some relief for her stress. His
practiced hands quickly disposed of her shoes and socks, leaving her skin bare
to his touch. As his magic infused fingers started kneading the soft flesh
between her toes she could only sigh in pleasure, leaning back against the
armrest and letting him have his way with her soles. His magic seemed to
forcefully invade her feet, coursing up her legs straight to her groin,
inflaming her pussy unlike anything she had ever felt. When his thumbs started
working on the arch of her foot she couldn't contain the soft moan she let out,
making her snap her eyes to his. His returning smile before he turned his eyes
back to her feet wasn't really helping her. Merlin but he knew, he knew he was
turning her on and he kept doing it. Feeling another jolt of electricity spread
through her pussy she gasped slightly, feeling her shirt rub against her hard
nipples. The urge to do something about her need was growing, slowly but
steadily as his hands progressed up over her ankles, his entire hand engulfing
her heel as he stretched the ligaments.
Harry enjoyed Tonks's soft pants and moans as he worked over her feet; she was
clearly loving this for more reasons than just relaxation. He liked the way her
toned flesh would shudder every time he hit a nerve cluster, his eyes tracing
the shivering pale skin disappearing under the hem of her skirt. Pouring more
magic into his hands he ran them ever so slowly up her calves, keeping a firm
grip while constantly feeding the tissue with magic. Her soft, almost orgasmic
gasp of air as he reached her knee made him smile. Looking up he enjoyed the
sexy vision in front of him, erect nipples straining against the white Hogwarts
shirt, parted full lips being licked by a willing tongue as she softly panted.
The dark soft eyes were heated with lust as she stared at his hands, her hair
turning gradually darker red.
When he started working on her thighs she gasped out loud before abruptly
standing up,
"T-thanks Hhhhharrry, that was really great, I gotta go now, need my sleep!
Night!"
Tonks ignored his soft chuckle as she half ran up to her room, tore off her
clothes and jumped into the hot shower. She had barely turned on the hot water
before her right hand moved to her wet pussy, her middle and ring finger
slipping into the hot wetness with ease. Her fingers were slick with her own
fluids and smoothly glided into her soft folds while her palm rubbed against
her engorged clit. Pumping her hand wildly she panted loudly, having to support
herself against the shower wall as her legs started giving out. When her left
hand moved up to pull on her nipples, she felt a jolt of pleasure rush through
her groin as she came hard, her drenched folds making desperate grabs for the
pumping fingers. Her loud moan would've notified the entire tower of her
fantastic orgasm if it wasn't for the silencing charm. Panting and gasping she
fell down to her knees, staring at her right hand in awe, Merlin but she had
needed that release badly. She hadn't even realized how needy she was until
now, but that had felt divine, she was definitively going to have to start
taking Harry up on these offers for massages more often, the relief was flat
out amazing.
Thus the next evening Harry was rather surprised when a demure Tonks asked if
he could give her another massage. He happily agreed, although his mischievous
smile let her know he knew exactly why she was enjoying having her feet handled
so much. They soon got into a pattern, Tonks requesting his 'magic hands'
several times over the following weeks. Harry silently laughed at how she
always picked the alcove in the side of the room, before sitting down with her
back against the rest of the students, hiding her almost completely from view.
He didn't mind at all though, it felt like a privilege being the only one
allowed to see her panting and needy as his fingers danced over her toned
flesh.
They never spoke it out loud but they both knew why she would always leave
before he started working on her thighs. Harry also knew exactly why she wanted
privacy afterwards, although he wondered why she didn't request help from him
in that matter even though she clearly enjoyed his hands. Tonks was a great
girl, funny, friendly, hot as hell, Mistress Andromeda's daughter, he'd happily
help her out if she gave any indication. Harry never considered the fact that
Tonks was a virgin, making him far more experienced than she was, asking him
for help like that didn't even pop into her mind, besides in her fantasies as
she brought herself to climax in the shower. She always felt slightly ashamed
after that, what kind of seventh year student lusted after a first year. Yet
she couldn't deny her attraction, he looked more like a third year and was
already catching looks from the female population. Add in his fantastic hands,
polite attitude and obvious intelligence and it wasn't really that shocking.
She didn't even want to consider the beehive that was a witch's instincts to
someone so obviously magically powerful, that internal pull was annoying enough
without thinking about it. Merlin help the boy when he claims his heritage.
Sitting in the now familiar alcove, engaging in his favourite pastime, Harry
ran his hands gently over Tonks soft skin, playfully tugging on her toes making
her giggle. She seemed a lot more like herself these days, something that made
Harry feel satisfied, knowing he was a big reason as to why it had happened.
Pressing his knuckles into the arch of her left foot he infused some magic into
her, watching with a smile as she sighed in quiet pleasure, before going back
to his kneading. While his hands were busy he looked up into her eyes,
"Tonks."
"Mmm yeah Harry?"
"Umm, today, please don't leave until I'm done with your massage."
Her dark eyes snapped open, staring into his,
"W-what do you mean?"
"I'm here to help you relax, just let me do it."
She swallowed deeply, just what did he mean by that? His soft smile as he
indicated his hands gave her some indication, but was he really implying that?
It was halfway through the usual massage and she was already incredibly turned
on, leaving her unable to deny the attraction of simply sitting back and
enjoying his ministrations. His firm hands started working on her calves and
she shuddered softly, her pussy was already moistening at the thoughts his
offer brought up. Feeling a spike of his magic race up her legs straight to her
groin she gasped softly,
"Oookay."
"What was that Tonks?"
She flushed a bright red,
"I said okay, I'll let you finish the m-m-massage."
His wide returning smile sent shivers down her spine, just what did she agree
to.
Harry was incredibly pleased, over three weeks of watching Tonks scurry away in
shame and now he could finally help her. He realized he couldn't be too brazen,
even if they were fairly out of sight they were still sitting in the common
room. Not to mention how skittish Tonks seemed, no need to needlessly unnerve
the girl. No, not girl, woman, he thought, looking at the hardened nipples
making themselves known on of her heaving bosom as his magic hands made her
shudder softly.
Moving himself closer to her, he softly worked over her knees, making sure to
tease the soft flesh behind her knees with small jolts of magic, loving the
adorable small gasps that slipped out from her lips. Reaching for her thighs,
the point where she usually ran away in a hurry, he gently placed his palms
around her soft toned flesh, emitting a small constant stream of magic.
Her shiver and increased breath let him know it was working well, allowing him
to gently start kneading the muscled legs. He would move halfway up one leg,
his fingertips ghosting around the skin of her inner thigh, tantalizingly close
to her heat, before switching to the other leg and repeating the process. The
small involuntary sound of disappointment she made as he switched legs made him
smirk at her, her red hue turning even darker as goose bumps showed up over her
legs. Her soft pants were increasing steadily in volume as he worked over her
other leg, reaching the same point on her pale flesh. A lovely soft moan
escaped her lips as his fingers played with the skin, moving ever closer to the
junction of her legs. She reflexively spread her legs in response, her need
starting to become overwhelming. Harry stared between her legs in rapture, her
movement had exposed her silky white panties, stained by a large wet patch and
practically moulded to her puffy lips. Her musky scent invaded his nostrils
making his grin spread even wider, before removing his hands and reaching for
his wand.
"Wha?"
"Silencio." His whispered silencing spell landed on her lips, rendering her
temporarily mute. She looked at him in surprise, not realizing he had been able
to cast the fifth-year charm since his Wizengamot tutoring by Mistress
Narcissa. Honestly, the spell was practically a necessity in there, with every
single ear straining to pick up juicy gossip they could use to their advantage.
Looking into her dark eyes he leaned close and whispered into her ear, enjoying
the way his breath made her shiver,
"This way you don't have to worry about letting your lovely voice free."
Her hair cycled between dark and bright red in response, making him chuckle,
she might be embarrassed but she wasn't arguing against the use of the spell.
Moving his hands back to her pale legs, he engulfed the toned flesh in magic
again, softly inching his way closer to the junction where the thigh met her
hips. His hands slipped under her dark skirt, the feather light touch playing
with the skin surrounding her panties. Far too experienced to need his eyes for
this, he simply looked into Tonks's expressive eyes as she stared at him in
return, a needy expression clouding her heart shaped face. He placed a small
kiss on her knee, making her gasp silently, before his hands grabbed her white
panties at her hips and pulled them off in a swift move. He smiled at her
startled face as he smugly slipped them into his pocket. Reaching down he
gently spread her legs, keeping eye contact with her at all times, before
lightly tracing the outline the panties had left on her skin. Her soft panting
increased as his fingers ghosted over her hairless skin, starting near her butt
before traversing her skin up to the small patch of curly hair at the top of
her slit.
Had he been able to see her pubes he would have chuckled at the way the colour
shifted to match her hair. Smiling at her he slowly lowered his hands again,
ghosting against her outer lips, chuckling at the way she tried to so shift her
hips to make better contact. As one of her hands moved towards her crotch he
clicked his tongue,
"Just let me Tonks."
The impatient look she gave him only amused him further, but he decided to take
mercy on her and gently slipped the tip of his finger between her hot soaked
folds, gathering a bit of moistness and slowly spreading it up and down her
slit. Spreading her wetness around, he eased another finger in, gently but
surely slipping into her tight heat. Harry loved the way she looked at him as
he slowly worked her over, the combination of lust, need, pleasure and
impatience was glorious to behold. Gathering moisture on his fingers he would
gently circle her clit, softly grasping it between his digits as he moved his
hand around her drenched pussy. Watching her eyes burn with desire he moved his
fingers back down to the tight hole, slowly slipping his fingers into her while
holding his palm up. Feeling his palm press against her puffy lips he smiled at
the incredible tightness, feeling her muscles attempting to crush his digits.
Her heaving breasts kept trying to steal his concentration as his eyes shifted
between her panting soft lips and the gorgeous erect nipples. Leaning forward
he pressed his palm against her clit, making small round motions against her
incredible sensitive bundle of nerves. Her mouth was wide open and he knew that
she'd be moaning loudly if it wasn't for the silencing spell. Increasing his
game he started curling his fingers while softly pumping them, teasing the g-
spot with firm smooth 'come here' motions.
Tonks's panting increased as her hands came around to grab his forearm,
followed by her wrapping her toned thighs around his limb, desperately grinding
her smouldering pussy against his fingers, moaning silently as she rode his
hand. Harry liked the look that had overtaken her eyes, gone was the hesitant
girl, being replaced by this wanton woman that felt no shame in using his hand
for her own release. Feeling her engorged clit rubbing desperately against his
palm, Harry knew she was getting so very close and leaned in close to her ear.
"Cum for me Tonks." He channelled raw magic through his hand, engulfing his
palm and sending it down his fingers straight into her sensitive flesh.
Her eyes widened like saucers before she started shaking wildly against him,
her clenching hole pulsing around his fingers as her quiet shouts blew hot air
against Harry's neck. Harry loved the way her eyes seemed to lose all sense of
reality, being completely overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure flowing through
her body as she came hard against his hand. Slowly decreasing his magic and
slowing down his motions he brought her down from her incredible high, feeling
her entire body slump against the sofa in relaxation. Pleased by her reaction
he brought his hand to his mouth, sucking the fingers clean, enjoying her fresh
taste. Looking over at her he was reminded of how inexperienced she was
compared to him, as he saw her staring with wide eyes at the hand he was
sucking clean.
"You taste great, like summer."
That seemed to snap her out of her funk, making a rosy red rise on her cheeks
again, yet she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him as he slowly licked
her juices from his hand. When he felt he was clean enough he grabbed his wand
and removed the silencing spell, liking the sound of her laboured breathing.
"Liked it?"
"Wha…how? T-that was amazing."
She seemed utterly flustered, not having expected anything like it.
"That's a secret; you should probably head to the shower though. Whereas I
enjoy your taste and scent, I'm not sure everyone agrees."
He indicated her soaked crotch, making her "eep" softly, before she snapped a
quick cleansing charm at herself and grabbed her things.
"Umm thanks, for, whatever this was Harry."
"Anytime Tonks, remember that."
Her eyes studied him and he simple nodded, cementing the fact that he meant
every word.
"I'll uh, keep that in mind, good night Harry!"
"Good night Tonks."
Harry laughed softly as he watched her walk up to her dorm with shaky legs,
stumbling slightly and seeming to be in a daze. He had no idea what a chain of
events he had set into motion though; his experiences with Tonks would be
unlike anything else he had experienced.
Chapter 24
Harry swore softly to himself as he navigated the darkened path towards
Hagrid's hut, what a ridiculous detention to get. Mistress Andromeda had warned
him, repeatedly, that using so much Occlumency can make his emotions flare up
higher than he expected when they finally slipped through his iron control.
Something about repressing them so much that when you finally experienced them
you were unused to the sensation, easily letting it spiral out of hand. Well
Harry knew exactly what she had meant now, he had lost control of his anger,
against the Malfoy prick of all people, how utterly stupid.
The dinner earlier in the day had gone as normal, Harry enjoying the company of
his girls, with Hermione sitting with the Hufflepuffs as usual. That was until
they were leaving for the next class in a hurry and Hermione had accidentally
bumped into the Malfoy boy on the way, knocking their bags to the ground.
Apologizing, she had picked up her own bag and meant to carry on only to be
stopped by an indignant shout,
"What do you think you're doing filth!?"
Turning around they saw Malfoy pointing his wand at Hermione, a red tint
covering his cheeks.
"What?"
"You know what mudblood, how dare you tackle your betters?"
Silence descended on the entry hall as he uttered the foul word, soft gasps
being heard by those that understood the meaning.
Waving his wand meaningfully towards her legs he smirked,
"I should teach you a lesson, maybe a stay in the hospital wing will teach you
how to behave around those of better standing!"
His waving stopped abruptly as his wrist was engulfed in an iron grip, lifting
his hand in the air, squeezing it painfully without budging an inch. Being
forced to stand on his toes he turned around, gulping softly as he stared into
emerald eyes that seemed to smoulder with anger, soft wisps of magic dancing
around the eyelashes.
Harry wasn't sure what the trigger was, maybe it was the word mudblood that he
felt insulted the memory of his mother, or maybe it was the fact that he
threatened to injure a girl who had already been bullied so much, but the rage
seemed to simply boil over. Attempts to suppress it with Occlumency failed and
only seemed to fuel the anger; the unfamiliar feeling feeding his magic to a
boiling point. He had never truly let his anger free to this point, being
forced to control his emotions at all times when at the Dursley's. Now it felt
like a dam snapped inside of him as his rage fuelled the massive reservoir of
magic that had been left largely untouched until this point. Feeling it flood
into him he embraced the flow of pure power, feeling the world grow brighter,
making him feel as if anything was possible. Used to channelling magic to his
arms he focused on that, crudely enhancing his strength without realizing the
magical resonance he was emitting as the excess magic bled into the air of the
entry hall. A thick heavy sensation slowly spread around the room, like the
oppressive weather you experience right before a large storm.
Not realizing the danger the boy in front of him was radiating, Goyle moved
forward to grab him only to have a hand wrap around his neck. A soft gasp ran
through the audience as Harry seemed to lift Goyle into the air by his neck,
seemingly without effort. Shifting his blazing eyes to him he spoke, his voice
seeming different, deeper as if laced with something.
"You. Stay out of this."
Not waiting for an answer he threw him towards Crabbe, making them both fall to
the floor, before turning back to Malfoy, who seemed to be trying to pry his
hand free without success, bewildered by the grip he was being held in. Pulling
him close he lurched over him slightly, using his height advantage to its full,
staring right into his fearful eyes.
"You will never use that word in my presence again, do you understand me
Malfoy?"
"When my fath…Ahhh!"
Squeezing his wrist to interrupt the usual comment he grabbed his chin with his
other hand, forcing him to face his eyes.
"Do you understand me Malfoy?"
Being so close to him the oppressive magical resonance made it hard for him to
breathe, making it feel like he was trying to fill his lungs with water.
"Y-yes."
His gasping meek voice sounded like honey to Harry's ears, he didn't know why,
but there was something immensely satisfying in having his orders obeyed.
"Good."
Releasing his hand he held him on his toes by his neck, speaking softly,
"Know that should you ever again threaten my friends, I will crush you like an
insect."
Waiting for his nod he released him, yet it was too late as Professor's Snape
and McGonagall pushed through the ring of students watching the spectacle.
Looking into the stern visage of Minerva McGonagall Harry felt his anger leave
him like a drop of water in the desert. Shit.
It quickly devolved into a shouting match after that, Snape wanting to expel
everyone and Minerva saying she wanted the same for Malfoy for calling her
favourite student that foul word. The end result was him, Malfoy and Hermione
having to do a detention in the forbidden forest in the middle of the night.
Hermione seemed devastated to receive a detention, yet the small glint of anger
in her eyes as she looked at Snape made Harry smile, she was definitively not
pleased with the undeserved detention. The man was doing a far better job at
breaking her out of her hero-worship for the teachers than Harry possibly
could.
Walking back to the girls Harry was surprised when Susan moved up quickly to
grab his arm, Hannah grabbing the other, starting to lead him towards the
Hufflepuff common room. Harry looked at the considering faces that surrounded
them and simply let the girls lead him away, not wanting to deal with the
attention right now. Susan and Hannah however wanted him out of there quickly
for a reason; his blatant display of power alone had been awe inspiring, let
alone the fact that he had humbled the scion of the house of Malfoy, making his
stock rise greatly among the Slytherin house. They had seen the considering
looks and whispers that were being traded by the girls in green and
definitively wanted him out of there fast. The fact that there probably wasn't
a witch among the people watching the showdown that hadn't sensed his
considerable power was not something that pleased them either, a first year
producing power strong enough to be sensed was sure to attract attention,
especially of the scheming female kind.
Spotting Tonks among the crowd Harry waved to her, getting a small wave back as
her eyes seemed to bore through him. She hadn't really talked to him ever since
he pleased her a few weeks ago, something Harry was fine with as he wanted to
give her time. Now though she looked like she was bursting with questions, her
dark eyes analysing his every move.
"Here are the delinquents!"
Filch's voice snapped him out of his thoughts as they came up to Hagrid at the
edge of the forbidden forest. Looking at the people around him he saw Hermione,
seeming annoyed more than anything, Malfoy who seemed skittish at every shadow
and Neville, of all people to have a detention, looking nervous. He had mumbled
something about a dragon when they asked how on earth he ended up there.
Hagrid, the huge groundskeeper and his dog Fang lead them towards the forest,
an oppressive silence seeming to settle over the group as they stared into the
dark trees. Harry couldn't help wonder exactly how safe it was to send first
years into a dangerous forest with someone, who as far as he knew, was
incapable of magic.
"What exactly are we doing here Hagrid?"
Harry was surprised at the informal way Hermione addressed the half giant, she
must have known him before.
"Something's been hunting unicorns in the forest, drinking their blood; we're
going to see if we can stop it.
Hermione gasped softly at the response, for a reason. Whatever beast was
drinking unicorn blood must be mad and near death, slaying something so pure
and defenceless to keep itself alive would lead to a cursed life from the
moment the blood touched its lips.
Trudging through the black forest they soon found small traces of silvery
blood, signs that a unicorn had been hurt. Hagrid wanting them to split up put
Fang with Hermione and Harry while taking Malfoy and Neville with himself.
Arming his crossbow he addressed them,
"If you spot the beast or the unicorn, send up red sparks with your wand, I'll
be there as soon as I can. Don't trust Fang either, he's a coward."
"Right."
Moving between the trees, Harry quietly led the way deeper into the forest,
with a quiet Hermione and a whimpering Fang following.
"Thank you."
The words were so soft he barely heard them, yet Hermione's voice carried
easily in the silent forest. Knowing exactly what she meant, he turned and
flashed her a grin,
"No problem, he shouldn't have been saying such things. I meant what I said
about anyone hurting my friends."
She smiled softly in return, mouthing the word friends. After a few seconds her
soft voice broke the silence again.
"How…I mean, how did you do it anyway? I've never seen anyone that strong; you
lifted Goyle like he weighed nothing."
"Magic."
He glanced at her annoyed face before chuckling,
"No really, it's magic. I can channel it through my arms, like pretending I
have a wand in my hand."
"Wow, can you cast without a wand as well?"
He stopped and stared at her.
"... I hadn't even considered that, I was just using it for, uh, other stuff."
"Other stuff?"
Harry spotted some silver blood and felt a bit guilty when it actually made him
sigh in relief, having a convenient excuse to end the conversation with.
"Look! There's a trail, let's follow it."
Her narrowed eyebrows made him realize he hadn't been as smooth as he thought.
Following the silver droplets deeper into the forest they soon heard a soft
whinnying coming from the clearing. Sneaking forward Harry spotted a young
unicorn lying on the forest floor, its legs having given out as it slowly bled
to death. The silence surrounding the area was oppressing, as if the forest
itself was holding its breath. Moving forward they were startled when something
dark glided over to the whinnying unicorn, looking like a shadow made flesh.
The wispy darkness glided over the animal before a quiet disgusting slurping
sound was heard, making Hermione squeak in surprise. The slurping instantly
stopped as the darkness rose what looked like a head, revealing two glowing red
eyes staring at them. Harry felt a sudden pain in his forehead, making him pull
up his Occlumency in reflex. To his surprise the pain faded almost immediately
as his mind cleared, giving him time to pull out his wand. The beast released
what sounded like a jubilant hiss as it charged at him, the dark tendrils
melding with the shadows of the forest as it quickly crossed the distance
between them.
"Depulso!"
The Banishing Charm ripped out of Harry's wand, tearing through the forest
floor, throwing stones, splinters of wood and shrubbery against the beast
before the spell itself reached him, throwing it back against a tree with a
loud crack. Hermione was frantically throwing up red sparks as the beast seemed
to temporarily lose form before forming the grotesque form of a man again.
Staring at Harry it quietly faded into the dark forest just as the running form
of Hagrid charged into view. Feeling the adrenaline leave his body, Harry
sighed in relief as he watched the half giant run to tend to the unicorn.
"What in Merlin's name was that?"
Looking at Hermione he could only shrug, yet he had the nagging feeling the
thing had recognized him, there was something eerily familiar with that stare.
Looking into the dark forest where the beast had disappeared to he was startled
to see a centaur stare back at him. Gripping his wand, but not raising it, he
stared back into the ancient eyes, carefully observing the creature. After what
felt like a minute it nodded its head to him slightly before trotting deeper
into the forest. It felt like whatever was blanketing the forest disappeared
and the quiet sound of various animals could be heard again.
The experience had left all four of the students on edge and they happily
followed Hagrid as he lead them back to the school, himself carrying the
injured unicorn, telling them to get some sleep. As Harry slumped into his soft
bed he rubbed his hand over his scar, it felt slightly more tender than usual;
bringing his thoughts back to the strange pain that had hit him as the dark
creature stared at him. Vowing to talk to Mistress Andromeda about it in the
morning, he drifted off to a troubled sleep.
The morning arrived far too soon for his taste, the drowsiness making him rub
his eyes as he stumbled towards the Great Hall with Susan and Hannah. As they
entered the hall people would turn and stare at him, whispers and rumours
spreading quickly about his confrontation with Malfoy. Remembering his training
he banished all traces of sleepiness and adopted a confident and straight gait,
walking to his seat seemingly without a care in the world. He was somewhat
surprised to see so many witches staring at him, their gaze seeming
calculating, something seemed to have changed. Another thing to bring up with
Mistress Andromeda it seemed.
The stares and whispers continued throughout the day, starting to get on his
nerves as he constantly reinforced his Occlumency to keep his outward
appearance calm. Walking out of his last class he happily waved the girls good
bye, telling them he needed to discuss certain things with Professor Tonks.
Knocking on her door he heard the clear "come in", slipping in and locking and
silencing the door behind him.
Mistress Andromeda raised an eyebrow in question at that, before indicating the
seat in front of her. Sitting down he reached for her legs by habit, starting
his usual massage on her stocking clad feet as he started telling her about the
events that occurred the day before. She hummed softly, both at his hands and
his story about the encounter with Malfoy.
"Hmmm, well it was bound to happen sooner or later. Starting Occlumency so
early allows you to suppress your emotions, yet your hormones and young age
will make them flare occasionally, making them slip past your control. The
reason is because of the suppression itself, you are not as used to feeling
anger or rage because you usually force the feeling down, making the emotion
stronger when it finally breaks free.
Seeing the question on his face she continued,
"As you age you will grow more in touch with the feelings, improving both your
control and Occlumency without any adverse effects. Passing puberty will also
greatly help you towards one day mastering your own mind."
"What about the reactions I've been getting all day?"
She moaned softly, enjoying his fingers between her toes before answering,
"Before today you were interesting, future Lord Potter, obviously trained in
wizarding customs, polite, pretty quiet, close to the heirs of the Bones and
Abbott families and not surprisingly, close to a muggleborn, displaying your
disregard for the pureblood dogma. You also held confidence in your Boy-Who-
Lived moniker yet lacked the usual arrogance such fame might bring, not to
mention your talent in magic was considerable, scoring you points on all
fronts, something that people might not have expected with your placing in
Hufflepuff.
"Yesterday however, you demonstrated what only a handful of wizards in the
world could do; you saturated an entire room with your magic, showing all of
Hogwarts just how much power you hold. You followed this up by publicly
humiliating the scion of Malfoy, forcing him to submit in front of you when he
held a wand while yours was holstered, something that I can tell you every
single pureblood noticed. A first year who is just starting his magical
education, demonstrating such power showed the entire pureblood community that
not only do you not hold any fear for the Malfoy name, you are also going to
grow up to be a significant powerhouse."
Sighing at his talented hands she slowly continued,
"Magical power is very highly rated in the magical world, where as they would
like to pretend that they are incredibly sophisticated, it usually comes down
to who has the bigger stick; good examples being Dumbledore and Voldemort."
Looking into his eyes as he switched feet she chuckled,
"Every single witch in this school now knows you hold the biggest stick."
"Seriously?"
Her tinkling laughter did nothing to improve his mood as he silently cursed his
volatile temper. Pulling his thoughts together he started running his hands
over her ankles, channelling small amounts of magic into her skin, making her
sigh in pleasure.
"Another thing happened yesterday as well."
"Oh? Seems like you had eventful day."
Muttering how that was an understatement he told her about the wraith they saw
and the pain he felt in his forehead. Her expression instantly changed, a small
frown covering her face. Taking her feet out of his lap she leaned in close to
inspect the scar,
"It seems slightly redder than before, has this happened before?"
"Uhm, I felt a slight pain in it during the first day when people attempted to
use Legilimency on me."
Her look of worry deepened as she studied the scar, gently tracing her finger
across it. Harry leaned into her cooling touch; it seemed to ease the irritated
skin of the scar for some reason, making her smile softly.
"This bothers me, I will schedule a full set of tests for you at St. Mungo's
during the summer; magical scars can be dangerous."
Harry nodded, he had only had a small check-up made by Mistress Andromeda
herself, yet that was not her trained field.
Andromeda realized she had lost the good mood she had gained by the massage; a
magical scar resonating like that was never good news, as it indicated that
there was some lingering magic in the wound. Who had given him that wound was
widely known, there being lingering traces left behind was not something he
needed to know right now, as she doubted he'd enjoy knowing he had some of Lord
Voldemort's magic left in him. She shuddered softly, left behind in his head of
all places. Hugging him gently, she kissed him on the cheek, sending him to his
dorm room with a small pat on the butt and the order to get some sleep.
Harry frowned as he walked to the common room, Mistress Andromeda had tried to
act like it wasn't that big of a deal, yet she hadn't wanted any relief and he
could easily spot the worry in her eyes. Just what he needed after everything
that's been going on; something bad enough to make her worry about him.
XXX
He had barely stepped into the common room when Tonks showed up at his elbow,
pulling him up to her dormitory. Sitting him down on her bed she closed the
curtains, granting them privacy in the form of built in charms.
"Umm, hey Tonks?"
"Hello Harry."
She seemed to be gathering herself before finally blurting out,
"What you, we, you did, that wasn't your first time doing it was it?"
Shit.
"Uhh, what do you mean?"
She levelled an unimpressed glare at him,
"Please, you know exactly what I mean. What you uh, did to me was amazing and
it was no way it was your first time."
He allowed a small smile on his face when she called it amazing, yet he was
grasping for an excuse now. Lying wouldn't really achieve much as she could for
some reason see right through his lies. Sighing he mumbled,
"No it wasn't."
"I knew it! Who was it?"
Harry just stared at her,
"That's kinda personal isn't it?"
She flushed briefly before staring at him for a while, studying his expression.
"It was Mrs Malfoy wasn't it?"
Harry engaged his full Occlumency as fast as he could yet he knew the flinch of
surprise had been visible on his face.
"Wow! Really? It was more a guess than anything. Wow, you're fooling around
with Draco Malfoy's mum."
She snickered softly at that thought while Harry tried to desperately think of
a defence, yet was failing completely. Tonks looked at his desperate attempts
to mumble an excuse and just laughed,
"You can't lie to me Harry, it's too late now, there's nothing you can say to
convince me otherwise."
Realizing it was pointless he just sighed and planted his face in his hands.
Thinking this week couldn't get any worse he was surprised when he felt her
soft hands pry his own hands away before cupping his face and looking him in
the eyes. Her hair was turning a pink shade of red and she had a small blush on
her cheeks.
"Um, Harry, you said that you were willing to do, you know, that, again?"
He studied her for a second, admiring how cute her heart-shaped face looked
with the red tint covering her cheeks.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind."
She turned slightly redder before mumbling softly,
"You know, I'm, uh, not very experienced. Like, at all. Like, ever."
Harry nodded softly at this, he had guessed this was the case but was still a
bit surprised; she was a very pretty young woman. It also made him realize how
much of an oddity he was himself, only a first year yet by far more experienced
than she was.
Seeing the nod she continued,
"I uh, if you didn't mind that is, I'd like to repay the favour. As a test
really. An experiment you know?"
His mind blanked out briefly as he pieced together her shaky sentence before
his eyes went wide.
"Yeah, uh, I wouldn't mind at all Tonks."
Her small nervous smile brightened her face before she continued,
"Can I, umm, see it?"
Feeling himself harden at the direction the conversation was going, Harry
leaned back on his hands, giving her free reign.
"Go ahead."
She flushed completely red now, her hair shifting between pink and deep red
when she realized he gave her the freedom to do what she wanted. Hesitatingly
she moved forward, placing her hands on his thighs, slowly moving them up to
his belt buckle. Her touch brushed against his erection, making it twitch
slightly as her hand stopped. With a curious look on her face she started
tracing it through the fabric, seeming entranced by the rigidity. Snapping out
of it she glanced at his face briefly, her face still a bright red but with a
curious glint in her eyes, before she started untying his belt and pulling down
his zipper.
Harry gladly assisted her, grabbing his boxers while he helped her pull of his
pants, releasing his aching cock from its prison. He felt a bit of manly pride
flush through him as he heard her gasp softly, before reaching a hesitant hand
forward.
"It's alright, you can touch as much as you want."
That was all the encouragement she needed as her soft hand grabbed his shaft,
running up and down as if testing the texture. She softly cupped his balls,
playing with the testicles as her hands danced over his cock. She had moved
even closer as she stared at the appendage, her hands squeezing and playing as
if inspecting a new toy. Her soft velvet skin felt amazing as it ghosted over
his aching arousal; even if she was inexperienced she was being very gentle.
Her soft husky voice interrupted his thoughts,
"Uhm, how do you, you know, what should I do?"
Cupping the hand that was around his cock he started directing it up and down,
showing her how to get him off.
"It would be better if it was wet though."
"Oh, um, the girls in my dorm have spoken about using my mouth, would that do?"
Harry's cock twitched at that thought before he enthusiastically nodded, his
voice sounding hoarse and laboured,
"Yeah, that sounds great Tonks."
He watched as she briefly looked into his eyes before leaning down closer to
his aching erection. Her soft lips landed a small kiss on the head, as if
trying it out before a small pink tongue darted out and started tasting him.
The wet hot tongue danced over the tip and he groaned as he gestured for her
hand to continue with the jerking motion. Panting softly he curled his hand in
her dark red hair, before gently pushing down on her head. She got the message
as the entire tip of his cock was engulfed in her hot wet mouth, the lips
wrapping around the shaft as the tongue danced over the sensitive flesh. He
gasped at the sensation, trying to fight his natural reaction to thrust into
her mouth. Instead he used his hand on her head to direct her, making her
slowly pump her head while making wet slurping sounds around his cock. Watching
his erection disappear in between those pink lips was one of the hottest things
Harry had ever seen, making him pant softly as he felt himself getting closer.
"Getting close!"
To his surprise her reaction was to start sucking deeply, her flushed cheeks
hollowing out as his cock was caught in a vice of hot wet flesh. The sensation
was incredible and he barely had time to gasp out a warning before he felt
himself come hard, his seed bursting into her throat. He could only moan as she
didn't slow down at all, instead swallowing repeatedly while greedily sucking
on cock, forcing out spasm after spasm of semen and dutifully swallowing it
all. Harry grasped the sheets in desperation as the strength of the orgasm hit
him, his hips humping the willing mouth in ecstasy as it sucked him dry, the
wet velvety grip never relenting. Finally she released his cock with a wet pop,
making him gasp out loud as he slumped down on the bed, breathing heavily and
trying to stop the room from spinning.
"Was that umm, good?"
"Merlin Tonks, that was absolutely amazing."
That put a small smile on her face as she licked her lips, experimenting with
the taste, finding it to be quite alright. She didn't know that not all men
simply tasted like a flood of power, Harry's innate magic had flooded his seed
to the point where it tasted more like pure power than anything else. They
suddenly froze as they heard the other girls from Tonks's dorm walk in, making
her stare at him in panic before hissing,
"You have got to get out of here"
"Yeah, umm, no worries, thanks that was great and good night Tonks."
Much to her surprise he pulled out a silvery piece of fabric from his pocket
and wrapped it around his shoulders, disappearing completely from view. She
felt a soft kiss on her cheek before staring wide eyed as the curtains shifted
slightly as he slipped away in to the night, making her sigh. Just when she
thought she had figured him out, he pulled another surprise from his pocket.
Harry snuck quietly into his own dorm, undressing and heading for a shower. As
the hot water splashed against his skin he thought back to the hot view of
Tonks's soft lips wrapped around his cock, making him hard again. After all
worrying the day before, this was exactly what he had needed. Realizing Tonks
no doubt wanted to continue this just as much as he did, he smiled happily,
they could both use some stress relief during their time at Hogwarts, why not
make the most out of it.
Chapter 25
Harry swore loudly as he watched his phoenix-wand fly through the air before
being gracefully caught by a smirking witch at the other end of the room. He
had spent the last three weeks occasionally duelling Nymphadora Tonks in the
room of requirement, her personal playground that she had reluctantly revealed
to him. To call the duels eye opening would have been an understatement, they
had seriously made Harry re-evaluate his own skills. Used to being the first of
his year and praised by both teachers and students alike, he realized he had
let his ego get the best of himself. Whereas he knew from duelling Amelia
during the Christmas holidays that he was far from her level, he still thought
he could take on Hogwarts students easily. Tonks had rudely disabused him of
that notion the first time they fought.
His loud spells were either gracefully evaded or blocked by various silent
counters, ranging from impeccable transfigurations to shields that flashed into
existence before his spell had even left his wand. The constant barrage of
spells that she rained on him was terrifying, the silent casting leaving him
desperately trying to identify what to dodge and what to attempt to block.
Dodging behind cover left her free to apply her natural transfiguration
capabilities on the room, swarming him with animals made out of stone and soil.
Harry realized her dream of becoming an Auror was not farfetched at all as he
felt himself being completely outclassed in every possible way.
The original reason she revealed the room to him was their need for privacy,
their, or more accurately her, sexual experimentation had increased rapidly
after she got over her initial shyness. Harry was not one to complain, the
sexual relief was fantastic and just what he needed to get his mind off other
things. It was after they had pleasured each other that she revealed the true
purpose of the room, her personal training-ground for the Auror Academy. That
had made Harry jokingly suggest she should fight him, thinking it would be an
even duel. Hence his rather rude awakening when she had twirled his wand
between her fingers ten seconds later, smirking at his dumbfounded expression.
Harry snapped back to the present as she lobbed the wand back to him, catching
it easily from the air.
"Man I really need to learn silent casting, watching you have a shield up
before the spell is even halfway is annoying as hell."
"Don't worry about it Harry, it's usually only taught during sixth year DADA
classes, in preparation for the NEWTs."
He grumbled at that, he had no intention of waiting five years to get rid of
his annoying handicap. Even if these duels were humbling, he was also learning
a lot. His awkward exaggerated dodging he had done at the start had quickly
been corrected by Tonks, pointing out that smaller moves were almost always
better. Teaching him a basic stance where he presented only his shoulder to his
opponent, his body kept sideways to make a small target had helped a lot.
Implementing quick small steps to dodge spells instead of the ridiculous rolls
and jumps he did earlier had further improved his movement, letting him launch
faster counter-attacks and always keep an eye on her.
Glancing over at Tonks he couldn't help letting his eyes roam over her body,
dressed in tight fitting exercise clothes that did nothing to hide her figure
she was a very distracting sight. A tight sweaty grey tank-top clung to her
ample breasts while her firm butt and long toned legs were encased in black
leggings that seemed painted on. Proper purebloods would have a heart attack if
they ever saw her wear that. Hearing a small cough he brought his eyes up to
her amused, if slightly exasperated face.
"Improving your magic and having sex, are those the only two things you think
about?"
"It's hard to not think about sex in present company."
He punctuated his sentence by looking over her body again, Merlin but she was
hot. She flushed slightly, not as much as she had a few weeks ago, having grown
used to his open way of talking while in private. He had tasted her for the
first time two weeks ago, her loud moaning making him fear she'd overwhelm his
silencing charm. After that her embarrassment seemed to have gradually
disappeared and she simply enjoyed their time together to the fullest.
"Later Casanova, you helped me with my accuracy so it's my turn to help you
with your parrying."
Harry nodded, composing his mind with Occlumency and readying his wand for the
exercise. His talent in the art had blown Tonks completely away, as she had
never expected him to be able to do it after seeing his otherwise pitiful
duelling ability. Well, pitiful compared to her, exceptional, even prodigious
compared to any other first year. Parrying meant exactly what the name said,
you parried a spell with your wand by channelling magic into it and batting the
offensive spell away, the direction depending on your skill and power.
Reflecting a spell straight back to the caster was obviously harder than simply
using a glancing blow to slightly change its direction. Parrying relied on
several things, excellent hand-eye coordination, the ability to regulate the
magic you channel and large magical reserves to be able to overwhelm the power
of the offensive spell. All were things Harry excelled at, having played with
the power of different spells ever since Mistress Narcissa's tutoring.
He had grasped the basics in a matter of minutes, completely stunning Tonks who
herself even had issues the art. Amazed she had quickly implemented it into
their practice, throwing Tickling Charms at Harry from different angles,
adjusting the power and speed of the spells constantly to keep him on his toes.
Taking the now familiar stance he stood sideways with his right shoulder
towards Tonks, his wand held ready. The silent barrage started almost instantly
and Harry used his Occlumency to remove all distracting thoughts while
channelling a steady flow of magic into his wand, making it hum softly in his
hand. The usual feeling of power flooded him before he started batting the
spells away, making small movements with his feet to dodge any spells he wasn't
fast enough to parry.
Tonks watched fascinated as the now familiar glow lit up behind his eyes as he
moved, making the smouldering green eyes shine in the room. She couldn't help
but be awed by the sheer amount of magic he put out on a regular basis and was
having trouble keeping a professional attitude as her groin heated from the
familiar sensation of his released power. It was like a physical presence
coating the room, she was certain anyone he wished harm would feel intimidated
by it, yet all she felt was a soft caress on her skin, like a lovers tongue
dancing over her body. His magic had clearly grown to accept her, changing from
the first time she felt it to what it was now. She shuddered softly as he
watched him perform the parrying manoeuvres with such ease, something that was
taught as an optional additional class during the seventh year, yet here was a
first year making a mockery of the entire system.
Harry occluded his mind as stubbornly as he could, yet Tonks's now usual
reaction to his magic was incredibly distracting. The pink lips were parted as
soft pants could be heard while a red flush covered her neck, disappearing
under the tank-top that covered her obviously excited breasts. Her bosom
jiggled softly as she danced around the room, trying to slip spells past his
defence. Her unexpected pirouette was all it took, his eyes shifted from her
wand to the fantastic arse on display before he felt a spell slip past his
wand, making him burst out in chuckles.
"Haha, Merlin, but that's cheating."
She had a wide grin on her flushed face, not looking guilty about her little
trick at all, before she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the shower
door that seemed to appear out of the wall.
"Not my fault you're easily distracted."
His muttered "damn hormones" drew a small chuckle from her, yet he couldn't
help wondering if he was entirely normal in that aspect. His sexual drive
seemed completely off the charts, his mind and eyes seeming to drift to any
attractive female within range, mentally undressing her within seconds.
Watching Tonks peel off her clothes, revealing her gorgeous slightly flushed
pale skin as she skipped into the shower made him push those thoughts away. As
he removed his own clothes he realized that right now he couldn't care less.
Slipping in next to her in the shower, he gave her mouth a gentle probing while
his fingers played with her soaked folds, she seemed to be more than just
excited, her wetness soaking his hand. Moaning into his mouth she leaned
against the shower wall before pushing him down to his knees,
"Please Harry; you need to finish what you started with your damn magic."
Chuckling he hooked his arms under her legs; grabbing the pert ass before
moving in towards her puffy lips. He enjoyed pleasing Tonks, not only because
she always returned the favour afterwards, but because watching her lithe body
moan and writhe on his mouth always made him hard as a rock.
"Wait, I want to try something new today, it was in that Kama Sutra book you
got from Mrs Malfoy."
Harry looked up in surprise before she grabbed her wand from shelf and pointed
it at him. She obviously didn't care if it got wet, for a good reason,
professionally made wands, like those from Ollivander's were protected against
such things. It was a cause for some humour among purebloods as they watched
muggleborns treat their wands exceedingly carefully, like it was going to snap
at any time. Like the wizarding world hadn't taken precautions to protect their
most valuable possession, what a ridiculous thought.
"Stick your tongue out."
Doing as he was told she did a quick manoeuvre with her wand before softly
whispering "Engorgio", her voice tinged with anticipation. Harry's eyes widened
as he felt his tongue swell, growing almost twice as thick and three times
longer. His exclamation of surprise came out as a muffled mumble. Tonks stared
at the appendage in rapture before placing her hands in his messy locks and
moving him towards her pussy. Not one to argue Harry moved in, trying to get a
grasp of his new appendage by lapping at her pussy like a dog. He heard her
gasp softly as his flat tongue covered her entire pussy, licking it from her
rosebud up to the small patch of vibrant red hair at the top of her slit.
Getting used to the new size Harry gently pressed it between her hairless lips,
watching as her eyes widened in awe as the giant tongue slowly slipped into her
soaked hole. Her shocked voice echoed in the room,
"Oh Merlin!"
He was being overwhelmed by her taste and feel as his tongue sent every
sensation back to him, slowly working its way deep into her tight passage.
Bottoming out he moved his mouth towards her clit, using the base of his tongue
and lips to suck on it while licking her insides, sawing his tongue in and out
of the juicy hole. She was gasping and moaning around him, most of her weight
already resting on his shoulders as his hands supported her tight bottom. His
tongue seemed stronger and more flexible because of the new size, letting him
relentlessly probe and explore around her while her pulsating vaginal muscles
tried to desperately grab the slick intruder. Her hands were grabbing his hair
almost painfully as she tried to ride his mouth, panting loudly while bucking
her hips. Harry loved the way her taste flooded his mouth as she softly moaned
out his name, repeating it over and over again as her legs started shaking.
Sucking on her clit he started flexing the tongue, making it bend around inside
her, driving her over the edge as she shuddered against his face. Harry admired
the way her toned body tensed as she came, her abs clearly visible against her
taut stomach while her perky tits swayed above his eyes.
Her hands cradled his head as he kept the motion up, making her ride out her
orgasm to the fullest while her loud shouts filled the fogged bathroom,
flooding his mouth with her musky taste. Finally with a last gasp of breath she
went slack, signalling Harry to let her down. He slowly removed his tongue
while easing her down on the shower floor, feeling proud at how utterly wasted
she seemed. It took a minute of her simply panting before her eyes focused on
his smirking face and she realized she still hadn't fixed his tongue. Fumbling
lazily after her wand she reversed the transfiguration with a small flick.
"Finally, can't seem to talk at all when it's like that."
She had a satisfied smile on her face as she looked at him,
"That's, pant, fine, you more than, pant, make up for it in other ways."
He laughed as he slowly stood up, bringing his raging erection to her eye
level. She slowly licked her lips as she stared at swinging cock dancing right
in front of her face.
"Subtle, you are not."
He chuckled while slipping his hands into her dark, almost brownish red hair, a
colour he now recognized as her being sexually satisfied and very relaxed.
"Can't help it, I'm a hormonal teenager and that was probably one of the
sexiest things I have ever seen."
She smiled as she grabbed his shaft, pumping softly while using her left hand
to gently play with his testicles.
"Since you tried something new on me, it's only fair I return the favour."
He gave her a quizzical look before softly gasping as her soft lips wrapped
around the tip, her tongue gently teasing the sensitive skin. Wrapping his
hands around her head he enjoyed the soft pumping motion before he felt his
cock hit the back of her mouth, making him ease up on the pressure. She kept
pumping it while adding saliva though, making small slurping sounds echo in the
room as his slick erection pushed against her throat repeatedly. To his
surprise he felt something shift around his cock before she pushed it in again,
making it slowly glide down her incredibly tight wet throat. He moaned as he
felt his entire shaft disappear between the pink lips, her nose coming to rest
against his pubic bone. Looking down he gasped at the sensation, watching
himself completely disappear between her now triumphantly smirking lips. Then
her throat muscles got to work, wildly swallowing and spasming around his cock,
almost bringing him to his knees right there.
"Oh Merlin, that's incredible."
Her eyes seemed to smile at that, before pulling back until he slipped out of
her throat, only to push herself back to his skin again, making him moan softly
at the sensation of slipping into the velvet vice again. Harry was quickly
understanding the additional advantages of being a metamorph as he tangled his
hands in her dark red hair, softly fucking her sexy lips, watching in awe as
the wet tight mouth sucked him down to the hilt over and over again. Feeling
two wet fingers play with his rosebud, gently pressuring the wrinkled skin, he
looked at her in surprise, only to see a mischievous glint in her eyes. He
gasped as they slipped in; making her smile even wider, she had managed to worm
out of him that he quite liked having his prostate played with. What she
referred to as a discussion was something Harry would have called an
interrogation on 'what he had done with Mrs Malfoy', but it was too late for
that now.
The assault from two sides was making Harry feel lightheaded, the two fingers,
if unexperienced compared to Mistress Narcissa's, knew enough based on the Kama
Sutra book to achieve their goal. The pleasure shot through his body straight
to his groin, barely giving him time to moan out a warning before he started
unleashing his load down her throat. Instead of backing off her reaction to his
warning was to take him deep into her throat again, while starting to softly
hum and swallow around his twitching cock. The additional vibrations were
driving him insane, making him desperately squeeze her face into his crotch
while he felt himself shoot down her throat repeatedly. His anus was clenching
around the pumping fingers desperately, as if trying to grab them, yet they
showed no signs of slowing down either, milking him dry as the greedy mouth
sucked out every last drop. When he finally felt the orgasm abate his legs were
trembling, making him kneel down in front of the amazing young woman who had
just driven him half insane. She followed his cock down to the floor before
finally backing off, releasing him with a wet slurp and taking small panting
breaths as she swallowed what was in her mouth. Harry just stared at her wide
eyed, trying to understand what happened to the shy girl from a month ago. She
smirked at him victoriously,
"I take it you liked that?"
He simply leaned in and kissed her lips softly, not caring if he tasted some of
himself while doing it.
"That was amazing Tonks, thank you."
That finally got a small blush from her, yet it seemed to pride more than
anything, confusing Harry even further.
"I take it you've been studying the book then?"
She smiled happily now,
"Yeah, it's amazing, it has so many ideas on what we can try!"
Harry thought about arguing against that before almost slapping himself. If a
girl looking like that wanted to explore the entire Magical Kama Sutra with him
he wasn't going to argue, wasn't he supposed to be learning to keep his mouth
shut? This seemed like a good place to start. After catching his breath he just
nodded at her happily, before grabbing her shoulders gently and turning her
around. Grabbing what he now knew as her favourite shampoo he started massaging
it into her locks, his fingers playing with her scalp making her almost purr in
satisfaction.
"Not that I'm arguing, quite the opposite, but what brought this on Tonks?"
He paused for a bit before continuing,
"I mean, you weren't exactly this adventurous a month ago."
She leaned into his massaging hands like a cat being petted before her soft
voice replied,
"I don't know. I mean, I guess I've always wanted to try a lot of things but
whenever I'd get close to any boy they would brag to everyone how they 'bagged
the metamorph'. I had barely gotten past the first kiss and they'd ask me if I
could change things for them."
Harry hummed softly, starting to add some magic into his hands, feeling like
she could use some comforting.
"With you though I know you won't be bragging; I know you're a good person who
respects me for who I am. I guess it's a bit silly but I find more comfort in
you than in any older students. I guess I'm just finding out about a completely
new side of myself."
She moaned softly at the sensations his hands were causing before laughing,
"The fact that you can do what you're doing right now doesn't hurt either."
He laughed out loud at that, thinking about how much he actually owed Mistress
Narcissa for teaching him to regulate his magic. Thinking about her brought up
mixed feelings, he knew she was unhappy in her marriage and he really liked
her, maybe even more than just liked. Still, she had another side to her, one
he had barely started to glimpse, one that enjoyed control and power to a point
where she would lose track of what she was doing. He knew that intimately.
"Your turn."
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Tonks grabbed the bottle of shampoo and
motioned for him to turn around. Leaning into her hands he decided Mistress
Narcissa was a problem he'd deal with some other time, there was only a month
of school left and he planned to get through as much of the Kama Sutra as Tonks
could possibly want to. Grinning he realized he had actually been annoyed at
Mistress Narcissa for giving him the book for Christmas, how dumb was that.
Chapter 26
Harry whistled softly to himself as he walked towards the Great Hall, trying to
decide his plans for the summer. It was three weeks until the train departed
towards London and he still wasn't sure what to do when arriving. Susan wanted
him to stay at the Bones Manor during the summer, knowing his dislike for his
relatives and he was strongly considering that option. He knew Aunt Petunia
would be furious, but he found that he cared less about her opinion each day
that passed with him away from the freakishly clean house. He knew he'd be
receiving tutoring from Mistress Andromeda during the summer and no doubt
Mistress Narcissa would want him over for the Lordship tutoring, leaving his
schedule full with more important things than the pointless chores Aunt Petunia
insisted he'd do. The fact that he'd be able to keep up with his magical
education during his time at the Bones' also heavily weighed in their favour,
not to mention the lovely company of Susan and Amelia.
"Harry!"
He looked up in surprise as a flustered Hermione ran up to him, pulling him
into an alcove in the wall. Squeezed up into the narrow space he couldn't
resist wiggling his eyebrows before commenting,
"Well, you certainly seem to have something on your mind."
She flushed before punching him in the arm, not a gentle punch either, carrying
all those books around sure as hell hadn't left her without arm strength.
"Prat. It's important."
He rubbed his shoulder before motioning for her to continue.
"Well, umm, you know about the restricted third floor corridor right?"
"Yeah, saw a Cerberus in there and decided to leave it well alone, whatever
Dumbledore has in there is obviously guarded."
She looked slightly startled at his knowledge before continuing,
"Well, you see, the boys in my year heard Professor Snape talking to Professor
Quirrell about taking something from there, they said it sounded like he was
threatening him."
Harry frowned at that, it sounded highly unlikely. Mistress Andromeda had told
him about Snape's history as a Death Eater, yet she had also told him about how
Dumbledore had shocked the entire Wizengamot by speaking in his defence during
his trial. Whereas no one had said it out loud, for someone so firmly in the
light to speak in the favour of a man bearing the dark mark, meant that he had
some significant inside information regarding his loyalties.
Thinking further he realized that Snape being the traitor would mean he was the
one who let the troll in, making him doubt the story even more. There was one
thing all of Wizarding Britain knew, and that was that Hogwarts was the safest
place on the island. Not because of the wards or the teachers, but because of
the presence of one Albus Dumbledore. Directly harming a student at Hogwarts
meant being the focus of his anger, something not even the most foolish of dark
wizards would willingly do. Whereas some of the newer generations would happily
underestimate the old man, the older witches and wizards still told stories
about an enraged Albus Dumbledore walking through the streets of Berlin,
radiating enough magic to make the muggles pass out while throwing around
Grindelwald's Schutzstaffel division of dark wizards like a toddler discarding
broken toys.
"I find that hard to believe."
"Right, it's not like a teacher would do such a thing!"
He frowned further at that, his gut refused to trust Quirrell at all, but
decided not to comment.
"Umm, Hermione, why are you telling me this?"
"Because they are convinced Professor Snape intends to steal it today and have
gone to the third floor corridor to stop him."
Harry palmed his face,
"Then they are idiots, why tell me instead of a teacher?" She shuffled her
feet, fidgeting slightly before saying in a half whisper,
"Because Ron told me that if I tattled on them they'd make me regret it."
Sighing he wrapped her in a gentle hug before holding her at arm's length,
"Hermione, go tell Dumbledore what happened, I'll go make sure the idiots don't
kill themselves. If they try to blame you, tell them I said you should report
it."
And I'll have a chat with them about threatening Hermione, he thought to
himself before watching a now beaming Hermione run off towards the Headmasters
office. Sighing again he jogged off towards the forbidden corridor, so much for
a relaxing afternoon.
Reaching the door he was surprised to find it unlocked, peeking inside he saw a
charmed harp playing a soothing tune, keeping the now snoring Cerberus
completely docile. Looking carefully at the instrument he realized it was just
a normal harp that someone obviously skilled had charmed, making him slightly
worried. Whereas he had had his ego trounced by Tonks, on regular occasion, he
still considered himself to be by far the best first year in Hogwarts. The
charm on the harp was beyond him, leaving him certain someone else besides the
first year boys had passed through here.
Dropping down he fell into what looked like a small war zone, remains of what
looked like a Devil's Snare plant spread around the room. Didn't they know all
you needed was a little fire to make it retreat? Slightly worried now, Harry
picked up the pace, moving through the various rooms quickly, briefly staring
at the flying keys in one of them, before spotting Seamus and Dean, with Seamus
lying on the floor. The room looked like a giant chess board, with the two of
them next to it.
"Hey!"
Dean's eyes snapped to him in surprise,
"What are you doing here Potter?"
"A worried classmate of yours sent me to stop you from being idiots."
He frowned for a second before hissing,
"Granger, of course she'd tattle." He let out a small choking sound as a hand
wrapped around his throat, lifting him up and making him stare into vivid green
eyes,
"Yes, because she's a better person than both of us and worried about you.
Should you have any problems with her actions you are free to take it up with
me at any time."
Harry watched as bead of sweat ran down his pale face before he shook his head,
making him release the boy.
"Is Finnigan alright?"
Rubbing his throat he replied, gesturing at the pieces of rock strewn around
the room,
"Uhh yeah, think so, he's breathing fine, just got knocked around the head you
know?"
Harry nodded, not bothering to bring up the possible dangers of being 'knocked
around the head' by pieces of rock. He barely knew enough medical spells to
seal a small cut, nothing he could do if there was a serious internal wound.
"Where's Weasley?"
"Went on ahead to stop that scum Snape!"
Harry spared the boy a pitying glance, what exactly did they plan on doing if
they actually encountered Snape down here? He knew how horribly outclassed he
was against Tonks alone, Snape was a professor with a Death Eater background,
he'd crush them like insects if they got in his way. Hell, he'd crush Harry as
well; he no longer held any illusions in that regard. Not bothering to reply he
jogged through the door, spotting a Troll sprawled against one of the walls,
making him nervous. There were no doubts about someone else being there now,
Weasley would have had no chance against the troll, but whoever had beaten that
troll made it look like it was a speed bump.
Edging around the troll he slipped through the next door, spotting Weasley
hunched over a table of potions.
"Hey."
"Potter? What are you doing here?"
"Never mind that, what are you doing?"
"Uhh, solving this puzzle. I reckon if we just taste all of them we'll get the
right one and can stop Snape from taking the Philosopher's Stone!"
Harry's eyes widened in amazement at his comment about the legendary stone,
before personally reading the riddle, glancing over the sentence; 'Three of us
are killers, waiting hidden in line' multiple times. The boy wanted to taste
them all? This was a puzzle, based on logic, not magic, and it smelled like
Snape, making him fairly certain the three 'killers' were in fact poison. Not
bothering to reply he cast a Petrificus Totalus on Weasley, catching him and
placing him on the floor.
"No offense, I just don't want you killing yourself while I figure this out."
He didn't feel particularly sorry; especially after hearing they had threatened
Hermione. Frowning at the puzzle he was reminded of the Latin word puzzles
Mistress Andromeda would make him solve, quickly deducing that the third potion
should let him pass through.
His original plan of just stopping the boys had been shot to hell now that he
knew that whoever was ahead of him was after the Philosopher's Stone, a subject
he had read about during the summer when trying to find out information about
Albus Dumbledore. A stone that could produce the Elixir of life, the unicorn
blood, a troll showing up in the school, the strange wraith in the forest, it
all started to make sense now, like small fragments of a plot solidifying in
his mind. He shivered as he walked through the flames, not because he feared
the flames but because he was fairly certain he'd run into that same dark
creature again. He briefly wondered what was delaying Dumbledore; regardless of
his personal dislike for the man he definitively wanted him there right now.
Stepping through the door he entered a circular room with pillars, but what
held his attention was the man staring into the familiar mirror in the middle
of the room. The man straightened and turned towards him, a cold sneer on his
face, completely unlike the stuttering facade he usually presented. A glint of
red flashed in his eyes, a terrible darkness hiding behind the average face,
making Harry flinch at the contrast.
"Harry Potter. I am not surprised to find you here; I knew you were unlike the
other children after what I saw in that bathroom during Halloween."
He chuckled softly, the creepy sound sending shivers down Harry's back
"Are you really Quirrell?"
His chuckle escalated to a soft laughter, the red flashing in his eyes every
time the light hit them at an angle.
"I am, but I am also more. So much more. I am never alone anymore. No. Not me.
Never alone."
Still laughing he turned towards the mirror, his laughter abruptly dying out
like it was never there in first place, leaving the chamber in an eerie
silence.
"How does it work? Why doesn't it work? I can see it. We can see it. I see my
desire. I am presenting the stone to my Master and he greatly rewards me. Why?
Why doesn't it give me the stone?"
A cold voice, high pitched and sounding like creaky door in an abandoned house
answered him,
"Use the boy."
Quirrell's eyes snapped to Harry, a strange fervour glowing in them.
"The boy? Yes the boy. You, Potter, you can make it work. Look into the mirror
and tell me what you see!"
Glad to look away from those creepy eyes he glanced into the mirror, seeing
himself smirking at him before reaching into his pocket. His mirror image
pulled out the stone, winked at him and put it back, making a sudden weight
settle in his pocket. Realizing what he held in his pocket, Harry felt a shiver
run down his spine. Whatever Quirrell was, he could not be allowed to have the
stone, not to mention what might happen to himself if he outlived his
usefulness to the creepy man.
"I, uhh, see myself as Head boy, receiving the Quidditch Cup from Professor
Sprout."
"What? No, that's not possible. No, he said you would work, no!"
The same cold voice echoed in the room again,
"He lies. Let me speak to him."
"Master? Master wishes to speak, master shall teach the boy!"
Harry stared at the man as he turned around and started to unwrap his turban.
Like looking at a train wreck you know is going to happen, Harry found himself
unable to turn away, gazing in trepidation as the strips of cloth fell away,
revealing a grotesque face embedded into his skull. The eyes snapped open, the
familiar red eyes of the beast from the forest staring right into Harry's green
eyes, making his hand twitch for his wand in reflex.
"Harry Potter... do you sssee what I have become? Once the most feared wizard
in the world, now I am but a parasssite to a willing host. All because of you!"
Trying desperately to control his breathing he stared into the repulsive face,
slowly piecing together his words.
"Voldemort?"
The word was uttered with disbelief and a small tinge of hope that he should be
mistaken. The grin he received in return washed away all of his hopes and made
fear curl in his stomach,
"Yesss, not as dead as some might have you believe. I have gone beyond what any
other wizard has achieved, I am immortal. I am beyond flesssh."
The burn in his scar was turning painful, making him pull out his full
Occlumency in return. It had the added effect of letting him compose his
thoughts, trying desperately to figure out a way to get out of the room. Where
the fuck was Dumbledore?
"Now Harry Potter, hand me the ssstone."
Realizing he only had one chance at this, he slowly reached towards his pocket
where the stone was, watching the cold red eyes stare at his hand triumphantly.
Using every ounce of skill his last year with his Mistresses, Amelia and Tonks
had given him, he pulled out his wand from his wrist holster in one smooth
move, snapping an incredibly strong Depulso Charm from it within the same
second. The move was Auror class in execution, the speed and precision of his
movements almost perfect and the adrenaline that flowed through his veins made
the spell hugely overpowered, rippling through the air as it closed the
distance rapidly. Harry felt a brief second of joy as the spell crossed the
short space between them, before his eyes widened in sudden horror.
His opponent was no Auror, Quirrell looked like a snake as he bent around the
spell, his back bending sideways in an impossible angle. Before Harry had time
to curse at his failure he was forced to dodge the sudden barrage of spells
hammering his location. He threw up a Protego only to have it instantly
shattered by power unlike anything he had ever felt before; his quick parry on
a spell left him open to another one that crushed the bones in his left arm,
throwing him to the floor. Looking up he didn't even have time to react as
another spell ripped his wand from his fingers, throwing it into Quirrell's
hands. Five seconds he thought, trying to control his gasp of pain, five
seconds and he had the advantage of surprise on his side. Ridiculous.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, didn't your parents teach you anything?"
The words and the soft chuckle made his Occlumency crash and burn like it was
never present, his rage and anger at his parents' murderer standing in front of
him coursing through his veins, whipping his magic into a furious storm as it
cascaded through his body. The pain in his arm and scar were like drops of
water caught in a hurricane, his mind paying no attention to them as pure red
hot power burned through his flesh. The colours of the world brightened as his
eyes took on a furious glow, the rampant magic looking desperately for an
outlet. Forcing it into his hands he bellowed in rage before catching the man
in surprise with a magic fuelled right hook, the furious green magic coating
his knuckles as the punch threw him across the room, making him smash against
one of the decorative pillars with a loud crack. The sudden expenditure of
magic made Harry slump back down, realizing his shoddy control had made him do
something he rarely managed, completely exhaust his reserves. He stared in
disbelief as Quirrell slowly stood back up, his face contorted in rage at being
caught like that.
"You dare touch me like some filthy muggle!? I will - "
His words were cut off as he grabbed his face where he had been punched, a
strange necrotic blackness spreading across his cheek, slowly eating away at
his flesh. He grabbed his face in shock as it spread quickly down his neck, the
oily darkness disintegrating his body as it went.
"What is this Potter!? WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?"
He reached his hands towards Harry only to stumble in horror as the blackness
spread across them, his digits disappearing into thin air as the magic ate him
alive. Harry could only stare wide eyed as the former Professor collapsed in a
screaming heap, eaten alive by what looked like rapid decomposition. The dark
creature he now knew as Voldemort seemed to rise out of Quirrell's remains,
staring at Harry with pure hatred glowing in his blood red eyes. Before it
could do anything Harry felt a humongous magical resonance cover the entire
room, making him shift his eyes to the door where one Albus Dumbledore stood,
his normally jovial blue eyes radiating pure power while his strange looking
wand seemed to practically hum with magic. His wand let out a spell that seemed
to be purely made of light, making the dark wraith shriek in pain and fear as
it dodged around it, before quickly disappearing into the roof.
As Voldemort disappeared Harry felt the last vestiges of his magic and
adrenaline fading, letting the sweet darkness of sleep finally embrace him.
XXX
"Looks like he's waking up."
Harry slowly opened his eyes, cringing at the bright light that apparently
tried to shove nails into his eyes.
"Oh sorry about that dear."
The stern looking witch in front of him waved her wand at the drapes,
thankfully dimming the light and letting him get a look at his surroundings. It
only took him a brief glance at all the white surrounding him before he
realized he was in the hospital wing. His attempt to ask the school matron,
Madam Poppy Pomfrey, what was going on ended in a dry cough.
"Easy now, you've been out for three days, drink this."
Harry glanced at the light blue potion before gulping it down, feeling relief
spread up his sore throat.
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey, what's wrong with me?"
"Oh not much anymore, just a bit of magical exhaustion still. Your arm was a
mess when you were brought in but that's already been taken care of."
He exhaled in relief at that.
"How long do I have to stay here?"
This was met with a disapproving gaze, before she answered,
"You'll be staying overnight for observation."
Seeing him about to complain she continued,
"If you have a problem with it I can ask Professor Tonks to discuss it with
you."
Harry paled, Mistress Andromeda would not take any disobedience about his own
health lightly; making him shake his head.
"No, uh, that's fine, I'll stay."
She smirked before patting his leg and walking away, letting Harry check his
surroundings. He was pleased to see a small pile of get well cards and gifts on
the table next to him, but before he could reach for them Dumbledore walked in.
"Ah, good morning Harry, Madam Pomfrey told me you had woken up."
"Good morning Headmaster."
"Feeling alright then my boy?"
Frowning slightly at the informal way of speech he simply tried to ignore it,
"Uhh, yes Sir. Umm Headmaster, what exactly happened to Professor Quirrell? Or
well, Voldemort?"
He seemed startled that Harry knew it was Voldemort, before composing himself.
"You know it was Voldemort?"
"Yes Sir, he bragged about being immortal."
"Hmm, yes well, can you tell me what happened?"
After listening to his story he pondered for a moment before tugging his beard,
"Where as I cannot tell you for certain what happened, I can give an educated
guess if you would like?"
Harry nodded, an educated guess from someone like Dumbledore held more weight
than a research paper from most other people, he was not going to turn it down.
"When your mother died on Halloween, I think she did something special for you
when she gave her life to protect you. Something involving both a lot of magic
and an incredible amount of love for her own flesh and blood. This left a mark
on you, a blood protection you might call it. Now for someone so utterly dark,
so utterly corrupt like Voldemort, being touched by someone like you, who has
been touched by such a pure sacrifice is like…poison."
Harry nodded thoughtfully at this, the warm feeling of carrying something his
mother had left for him made him feel a lot better. Not to mention it made a
lot of sense, the weird blackness that had consumed Quirrell had started from
where he had punched him. Surprisingly he felt absolutely no guilt about being
the cause of his death, he wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not.
"Now Harry, I heard you were being invited to stay at the Bones' during the
summer."
Harry frowned at that, it wasn't really a question, more of a statement and he
couldn't understand what it had to do with Dumbledore.
"I do not know if you know this, but I am the one who insisted you should stay
at the Dursley's."
He seemed to flinch slightly at the venomous glare he received for that, yet
didn't seem surprised that Harry knew about his involvement.
"I did this for a reason Harry, the protection your mother left is unique.
Incredibly powerful but also very finicky, it was built on love and blood and
also requires familiar blood to be kept active. Petunia was Lily's sister as
you know."
He watched Harry's face as the boy started putting the information together.
"Using the protection left on you and the familiar blood of Petunia Dursley,
formerly known as Petunia Evans, I constructed a unique set of blood wards
around Privet Drive, wards so strong they can keep you safe from any form of
dark influence or power."
Harry grunted at that, he didn't want to admit it but that was pretty
impressive. He had read about some basic wards with Mistress Andromeda and had
never heard of wards powerful or comprehensive enough to block everything dark
magic related.
"I have to go back there don't I?"
"It hurts me more than I can say that you find returning to your home to be
such a negative thing Harry, but yes, in order to keep the protection active
you have to return to Privet Drive."
"How long?"
"What?"
"For how long do I have to stay there Sir?"
He seemed slightly surprised before thinking for a moment.
"Three weeks, a month to be completely safe but three weeks should be enough."
"Then I will spend three weeks at Privet Drive and the rest of the summer at
Bones Manor."
He frowned slightly at that but nodded, neither of them were completely pleased
but it was a good middle ground.
"Sir?"
"Yes Harry?"
"What happened to the stone?"
"Oh, right, I destroyed it two days ago. No need to look so shocked, I spoke
with the Flamel's and they agreed it was better this way; they didn't want to
be responsible for the possible rise of Voldemort."
Harry couldn't say he liked the fact that such a priceless artefact was
destroyed after all the trouble he went through, yet he understood the
Flamel's. If Voldemort had risen to power because of an object of their
creation they would no doubt feel a tremendous amount of guilt.
He said his good byes with the Headmaster and watched him walk away while
contemplating the obstacle course he had gone through. He had to admit it
wasn't what he expected at all, at the risk of sounding arrogant he thought it
was far too easy. Now Mistress Narcissa often talked about political
discussions, and how you would carefully lure an opponent into a verbal trap
before springing something they couldn't refute on them, watching them squirm
as you trapped them. He hoped that was what Dumbledore had planned with his
simple traps followed by the Mirror of Erised at the end, lulling Voldemort
into a sense of confidence before stumping him with the mirror. Yet a small
niggling part of him couldn't help but entertain the thought that maybe the
obstacles could be overcome by first years because they were designed to be
overcome by first years.
Chapter 27
The first year at Hogwarts ends Harry sat down between the two smiling
Hufflepuff girls on the Hogwarts express, already missing the old castle
disappearing in the horizon. Strange how such a short time could make him feel
so incredibly attached to the place, even after everything that had happened at
the school he felt like it was a part of him now. Looking at Susan telling one
of her stories, wildly gesturing with her hands while her fierce red braid
bounced around her shoulders he smiled softly, at least he only had to wait
three weeks before he could spend his summer at Bones'.
The End-of-Term Feast had been great, Sprout being almost teary eyed at finally
receiving the House Cup amid wild cheers from her table. Dumbledore had
assigned some last minute points but they did little to change the balance of
the points, the early lead Gryffindor had enjoyed had plummeted after
McGonagall had punished the boys. Their hopes of recovery had died when
Hermione had taken Harry's advice and stopped answering every single question
in class, leaving them floundering in last place for much of the year. The
Slytherins had no better luck, with Harry displaying the memory of his class
with Snape to the teachers, the other Heads had insisted on inspecting all his
point deductions for the rest of the year, drastically bringing down the impact
of his favouritism. It had ultimately come down to a point race between
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, yet Harry's impact on the points had given them the
victory. There wasn't a single female teacher in the school that disliked the
boy and his prodigious talent had been noted by everyone, quickly racking up
points for the house. Hufflepuff was also rather famous for almost never losing
any points, making any points they gained stick for the rest of year.
Walking out of the Great Hall had also been a large relief for Harry, as the
rumours regarding what happened to Professor Quirrell were wildly circulating
the school. Add in the fact that Harry Potter, who never was sick, had spent
four nights in the Hospital Wing and then received an additional hundred points
for 'Services to the School' by Albus Dumbledore himself, and it was no
surprise that more than one pair of eyes were intently studying the young boy.
He had barely made it five feet out of the hall before Mistress Andromeda
showed up and pulled him into a classroom, locking the door behind her. It had
worried Harry slightly; she had not been in the best mood after hearing about,
what she called, his suicidal brain-dead attempt at challenging a fully trained
wizard in wizarding combat. His feeble 'but I won' had done nothing to ease her
ire, yet Harry didn't mind her rant as he could easily see the worry and relief
in her eyes when she had realized he was awake and unharmed.
"Hello Harry, congratulations on the House Cup."
"Hello and thank you Mistress."
"As you now have several magical friends you no doubt wish to keep in contact
with during the summer, I thought it would be prudent to give you your birthday
present a few months early."
Turning around she pulled up a large cage, removing the dark red blanket that
was covering it. Harry stared in awe at the bright white snowy owl staring back
at him with large amber eyes
"Wow."
"Indeed, the shop keeper said she was a fierce headstrong animal, with
everything that's been going on I reckon you could use a strong companion by
your side."
Harry carefully opened the cage, offering his hand. The owl seemed to stare at
it for a while before nimbly jumping on his arm, the strong claws getting a
firm grip.
"She's gorgeous, what's her name?"
"It's your owl now, that's up to you."
Looking at the way the owl seemed to get a smug satisfaction from his
compliment it only took him a few seconds before deciding,
"Hedwig."
"Hmm, from Ancient Germanic?"
"Yeah, seems fitting."
The name Hedwig originates from the Germanic name Hadewig, derived from the
Germanic elements hadu 'battle' and wig 'war', a name he thought fitting now
that he knew that Voldemort was still alive. The owl seemed to agree, softly
nipping at his hand in agreement.
XXX
The door to their compartment being pulled open snapped him out of his
thoughts, a flustered looking Tonks looking at the four, or now with the
addition of the owl, five of them.
"Hey Tonks, what's up?"
"Wotcher Harry, can we talk for a bit?"
"Yeah sure, I'll see you in a bit ladies."
Harry smirked at the snort Hannah let out; she always found his polite gestures
amusing, never being one for much pomp herself. Following Tonks he watched as
she scouted out an empty compartment before ushering him in, locking and
silencing the door behind him. After a bit of awkward silence Harry decided to;
get the conversation going,
"So, what's up?"
"Well, umm, you know we're probably not going to see much of each other for
several years? Like my Auror training will start in a week and will be a hectic
few years and you got school and so forth." Harry nodded solemnly, he had
considered it and couldn't help feeling a bit bummed out; he had enjoyed his
time growing closer to Tonks a lot.
"Anyway, I don't know exactly what we are, if we are anything that is. I just
wanted to say that, you know, I'm going to miss you and hope we can still talk
when I'm done with Auror training."
Harry smiled at that,
"Yeah, I'm going to miss you too and I definitively want to see more of you in
a few years."
He wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a once over as he said the words, making
her giggle slightly at the innuendo. Neither of them had gone beyond oral sex,
Harry because he was more than satisfied with her throat and Tonks because it
just felt strange giving her virginity to a first year. In fact the whole
situation felt strange, he was so young compared to her, but somehow taking
that last step seemed a bit too much right now.
She engulfed him in a soft hug, whispering a soft "we'll just have to see about
that later" into his ear, chuckling softly at the way she could feel him
instantly harden at her touch. She couldn't help feeling flattered at the way
he reacted to her; it was intoxicating to be so desired.
Clearing his mind and keeping her at arm length he gazed into her dark eyes,
"Tonks there's something else I need to tell you."
Seeing he had her attention he spoke with an even tone,
"There's a very high possibility I will become Lord Black when I claim my place
as the Head of house Potter. If and when that happens I will be taking you and
Andromeda back into the Black family, giving you the name you originally
deserved."
Interrupting her before she could voice her protests he continued,
"There's no point arguing, I would have done this for you even before I got to
know you, simply because I want to repay Andromeda for everything she has done
for me. After getting to know you however, there is absolutely no way you can
convince me you don't deserve a name that belongs to you."
Instead of arguments, he was greeted by a deep gentle kiss, before she hugged
him to her chest with a softly whispered "thank you". Tonks was no idiot, she
knew what this could mean for her, her dream of advancing as an Auror was
constantly being hindered by not only her half-blood heritage but also her
name, which practically shouted to the world that she came from a muggle
background. A name like Black, on the other hand, opened every single door that
would have otherwise been barred and not even the biggest pureblood elitist
would dare to sniff at someone of Black blood, let alone the fact that she
would be under the personal protection of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Still one thing
did worry her and she voiced it.
"I wonder how dad is going to take that."
"Huh?"
Harry hadn't even considered Ted Tonks, considering neither woman really talked
about him.
"Well he's been pretty upset with mom taking that teaching job at Hogwarts,
it's kind of silly, it's like he wants her to distance herself from the
wizarding world."
"Huh, bet your mom took that well."
She chuckled softly at that,
"Yeah, they haven't really been getting along that well for years now. Dad
really likes his numbers and seems to get angry at mom whenever she has
anything to do with the magical world. I think he's pretty bitter about how he
was treated as a muggleborn. Mom on the other hand seems tired of being ignored
in favour of his work. I'm not even certain how they ended up together, I
wouldn't say it out loud to them, but I think they married when they were too
young, they have almost nothing in common anymore."
"Well, if he cares for you, he should be happy about you reclaiming your birth
right as a Black, he as a muggleborn should know how much a name like that can
help you in the wizarding world."
"Yeah…he hasn't been very happy about me wanting to become an Auror either."
"Then he's a fucking idiot, you're a brilliant witch and should take pride in
the fact that you can kick so much ass."
She seemed slightly flustered at his words before she broke out in a deep loud
belly laughter that sounded cleansing to Harry. Guess she needed to hear that.
Their moment was interrupted by the train horn, signalling that they were
approaching London. Harry smiled softly at the young woman, realizing he was
going to miss her a lot.
"You're going to kick ass as an Auror Tonks, never doubt that."
"Yeah, yeah, you better stay safe Harry, don't doubt for a second I'll leave
you alone once I'm graduated."
"I'll keep you to that promise, be seeing you Tonks."
"You too Harry."
Walking back to his compartment he put his Occlumency to use to smoothen out
his melancholy face, it wasn't a final good bye after all, no point getting so
hung up over it. The girls turned to him as he entered, taking one look at his
face before exchanging a significant glance. Harry frowned at that; how on
earth could women read anything from his face when he used his Occlumency, he
simply didn't understand it, it had to be some sort of magical gift.
"Come on Harry, hurry up, I want you to meet my mum!"
Harry groaned at Hannah, about to argue before Hermione piped up,
"Yeah, you have got to meet my parents as well; they really want to meet you."
Groaning even louder he looked at the two of them in desperation before turning
to Susan in hopes of salvation. Her answering grin sunk his hopes and she only
giggled when he went down on his knees, clasping his hands in a praying
gesture.
"Man up Harry, I promise that Aunt Amelia and I won't laugh too loudly as we
watch you get shown around like a circus animal."
His gasp of disbelief made the other two girls laugh as well, before they
pushed him towards his things. Sighing he grabbed his things before remembering
his clothing; he was still in his school robes. He pulled out his expensive
acromantula robes that carried the impressive Potter crest, Mistress
Andromeda's words of 'never hiding what can't be hidden' echoing in his head.
Everyone knew who he was; attempting to hide it would only lead to suspicion.
'Take pride in what you are' indeed.
The dark red robes glinted in the sunlight as he followed the girls out of the
train, his arrival instantly causing hushed whispers to spread among the
parents and relatives waiting for their charges. His relaxed commanding posture
was becoming almost natural to him, something he no longer paid much attention
to after having it drilled into him so many times. He watched as people
analysed his every move, some people nodding at him, which he calmly returned,
trying to ignore the whispers he heard.
"Troll…spread all over the bathroom he said…Professor Quirrell missing... one
hundred points for services to the school…talented... first in his
year…Black...Bones...Malfoy…"
He snorted softly at that, at least he knew what Mistress Andromeda had meant
about word getting around about him. He could only imagine what it would have
looked like if he had skulked out of the train like a thief, no doubt making
him look guilty of whatever imagined crime people might think of.
"Aunt Amelia!"
Harry dodged Susan's red braid as she shot off towards her Aunt, hugging the
stern looking woman happily. He enjoyed the way more than one obvious pureblood
cast nervous glances towards the woman, her reputation was widespread indeed.
"Harry!"
Turning around he saw Hannah walking towards him, followed by a tall blonde
woman in an elegant blue robe that was obviously her mother. Hannah didn't
speak much about her family besides her mother, but Harry knew she was a half-
blood, her muggleborn father having been killed in the first Wizarding war. It
was obvious where Hannah had gotten her looks from, the long flowing blonde
locks on the Matriarch of the Abbott family were almost identical to her blonde
pigtails, yet her beauty had obviously matured with age, leaving a crisp
defined woman. Harry couldn't resist giving her a once over, realizing that if
that was what Hannah was going to look like then she was very lucky indeed, she
had the elegance and body of a Black sister, yet her mannerisms and soft smile
was the complete opposite of their public image.
Remembering his manners he gently grasped the offered hand, kissing her on her
knuckles while performing a textbook bow.
"A pleasure to finally meet you Mrs Abbott, Hannah has spoken highly of you."
The familiar looking brown eyes seemed to study him intently while a soft smile
played on her lips.
"A pleasure to meet you as well Mr Potter, but please, call me Judith. After
all, I have heard so much about you from my daughter's letters."
Harry looked at her in surprise before glancing at a furiously blushing Hannah.
"Mom!"
Her answering laughter only made Hannah redder, even making Harry chuckle
softly.
"Uhm, sure, Judith, if you call me Harry."
"There he is, Harry!"
Harry turned towards Hermione's voice, seeing what he assumed was her parents,
being lead towards them by Hermione. They looked terrible out of place on the
platform, no doubt pulled through the barrier by their daughter. Harry
estimated them to be fairly wealthy based on their clothing and moved in to
shake hands with the father.
"Harry Potter, pleasure to meet you."
The grip was surprisingly firm for what looked like a fairly small man, wiry
and wearing a pair of simple glasses.
"Daniel Granger, nice to meet you."
His attempts at properly greeting her mother were interrupted when she pulled
him into a deep hug, crushing him against her bust.
"No need for that Harry, after everything I've heard about you I feel like I
already know me. Call me Emma."
He turned slightly red, the woman looked like an older more shapely Hermione,
with perfect teeth and sleek hair framing her toned figure, definitively an
attractive woman. He agreed quickly, making Emma chuckle softly at his
flustered face. They had been on the verge of removing their girl from that
school until the tone in her letters had suddenly made a complete U-turn,
filled with stories about the new friend she had made. Whereas Hermione didn't
come straight out and admit it, her letters hinted at the fact that she was
being bullied and having Harry as a friend had put a sudden abrupt stop to
that. That fact had been enough for the boy to gain Dan's approval, although
Emma didn't mention that his approval had raised considerably more after they
found out his other two close friends were girls as well. Studying the admiring
gaze her daughter was giving the boy she sighed, her assumption that there was
more going on than simple friendship from her daughters side had been correct.
Looking at the two other girls circling the boy, not to mention the looks he
was getting from everyone else she knew her daughter wasn't going to have an
easy time here.
Harry trudged towards the barrier after having promised Hannah and Hermione
that he'd keep in contact for the twentieth time, slipping through the magical
obstacle with a confident gait. He spotted his Uncle standing near the Dursley
car, hiding his frown of distaste at the man as he walked towards him. His eyes
widened slightly as he spotted Harry, standing up straight and gesturing
towards the trunk.
"So, you're back then boy."
Harry nodded, answering with a short "Yes, Uncle Vernon", perplexed at his
Uncle's neutral tone. If he didn't know better he could've sworn he actually
didn't seem displeased at all to see him, which was strange considering the
usual venomous tone he received.
"Yes, well, that's... not bad, Petunia has been needing some help around the
house."
Harry nodded, even more confused, staring at the weird movement Vernon's lips
were doing. Was that what he thought it was? No, but it was, his Uncle was
actually trying to politely smile at him. The grimace looked more like he was
constipated, but he got the message, even if it made for a highly uncomfortable
car ride.
Harry almost sighed in relief as they arrived at Privet Drive, Uncle Vernon
attempting to be civil with him was freaking him out big time, what the hell
had happened here? He spotted Dudley walking out of the house as he arrived and
was even further confused as Dudley stared at him for a while before giving him
a small wave. Almost in shock he returned the wave, wondering if perhaps he had
hit his head walking through the barrier.
"Hello, err, Harry, you're back then."
"Eh, yeah Dudley, I'm back."
"That's umm, that's good. Like really good, mum has been pretty uh, angry since
you left."
"Ah."
"It's weird, like, even if we do the work she wants around the house she seems,
like, really pissed."
"Uh, right."
The last part was almost whispered but it finally made sense to Harry,
apparently Aunt Petunia hadn't taken to him leaving all too well. He could only
assume that after being used to getting relief on demand for over five years,
suddenly losing it had not been very pleasant. Looking at the way the other two
Dursley's were suddenly grateful that he was at the house he could only assume
it had started soon after he left and had apparently not been pleasant at all.
Harry stared in awe as Vernon helped him carry his things to his room, pinching
his arm to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
"Pet, we're back."
Aunt Petunia walked out of the kitchen and seemed to almost sigh in relief as
she spotted Harry. When she hugged him in welcome, Harry was convinced he was
indeed under the influence of some strong drugs.
"Welcome back Harry."
"Uhh, thank you Aunt Petunia."
Petunia smiled as she studied the boy, he had indeed grown quite a bit during
his time at school and she could feel her groin heat up at the sight of him.
God but she was needy, having to suffer through the whole year without any
relief had been hell her hands had paled in comparison to his well-trained
mouth.
She noticed Dudley had gone to hang out with Piers as usual and watched in glee
as her husband gave a flimsy excuse about forgetting some papers at work, no
doubt going to take advantage of his hussy secretary. Whereas this had filled
her with anger during the winter it made her extremely happy right now, as an
empty house was exactly what she wanted. Grabbing his hand she pulled him
upstairs into his room, instantly pushing him down on the bed. She reached
under her dress and quickly removed her soaked panties before climbing on top
of him. She crawled over his body, placing her knees on both sides of his head
before lowering her dripping pussy into his mouth, her dress hiked up over her
hips. She moaned deeply as she felt his hot tongue trace her hairless mound,
lapping at her musky folds.
"Ohhh, how I have missed this, my lovely little freak."
Her soft grinding quickly sped up as she felt his tongue dip between her lips,
touching places in ways her fingers could never accomplish. Petunia groaned in
pleasure as she rode his face, grinding her hips against his face, selfishly
taking her much needed pleasure. Suffering without this pleasure had been
torture and finally feeling his lips dancing over her pussy was driving her
wild. His chin was soaked as his tongue dragged over her wet pussy while his
lips tried to suck and kiss the pulsating flesh being pushed into his face.
Petunia could feel the sensations mounting and pushed her engorged clit towards
his lips, moaning softly as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue dancing
over the bundle of nerves. She panted loudly, entwining her fingers into his
thick hair, trying desperately to keep upright as her long legs twitched. With
a loud gasp she came, her entire body quivering as she rode on his face, her
taste and smell flooding his mouth as he tried to desperately lap up her
wetness.
She moaned as she felt him dutifully clean her folds, sending shivers of
pleasure coursing through her body as his hot tongue explored her spasming
hole.
"Mmm I didn't think it was possible but you have become even more talented."
Harry looked up as Petunia started slowly rocking her hips again, realizing
that his Aunt didn't have any plans of climbing off his face any time soon and
mentally sighed, this was going to be a long three weeks.
Chapter 28
Harry double-checked his things, making sure he had everything he needed before
walking downstairs with his worldly possessions. Today was the day he would
leave the Dursley's for the summer, his three weeks having finally been
fulfilled. He was more than pleased about this fact, Aunt Petunia had been
incredibly needy, not to mention his inability to practice his magic was
driving him mad. After having spent the last ten months constantly casting
spells every single day, he could practically feel the magic coursing in his
veins, begging to be released. He had never felt anything like this before
Hogwarts.
"And exactly where do you think you are going?"
Looking up Harry saw Aunt Petunia, glaring at both him and his trunk. Oh right,
he never told her he was only going to be around for three weeks. Shit.
"Leaving, the wards here only required my presence for three weeks."
"What? You will do no such thing; I have not given you permission for this.
Take your trunk back up to your room!"
"No."
She froze in disbelief, staring at him; did he just willingly disobey her?
Harry felt his eyes widen, he hadn't disobeyed an order from his Aunt in
several years, yet suddenly it felt so natural. Steeling his resolve he
narrowed his eyes, he had far too many important things to deal with this
summer to let himself be kept at the Dursley's, not to mention that he far
preferred the company of Susan and Amelia.
She seemed to snap out of her shock, glaring at him as she swiftly closed the
distance between them. She received her second shock of the day as the hand she
had intended to twist his ear with was grabbed before it got close to his head.
Harry stared at his hand as he easily restrained his Aunt, slowly realizing
that her advantage of being stronger had completely disappeared. He watched her
struggle, even using both hands as his hand easily kept her steady, the sweet
flow of magic amplifying his strength without a second thought. He realized he
didn't even need to look up to her anymore, having grown so much taller over
the last few years. Suddenly the woman that had seemed so imposing, so
commanding and terrifying was just…a muggle.
"No, Aunt Petunia."
He locked eyes with her and saw her anger give way to disbelief before slowly
pathing the way to grudging acceptance. They both knew he was stronger, even
invoking Vernon's name would do nothing. Harry stared at her, watching her eyes
accept the truth and felt a deep satisfaction blossom in his chest. He felt...
free. Powerful. In control. Leaving was his decision, his decision alone. His
magic seemed to thrum in satisfaction as he let go of her hand, knowing the
power in the household had completely shifted in the span of minutes. He let a
genuine smile spread on his lips as he grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage
before marching out of the house.
"See you next year Aunt Petunia. Maybe."
Walking out of the ward coverage that was spread over Privet Drive, he grabbed
the timed portkey Amelia had provided, waiting patiently for the device to
activate. It activated exactly on time, sending the world spinning in a
kaleidoscope of colour as the magic grabbed him and deposited him on the Bones
Manor front lawn. He flexed his knees by habit and grinned as a redhead
instantly slammed into him, grabbing him into a tight hug. The sense of freedom
felt intoxicating and he hugged her back while spinning her around with a loud
whoop.
"Hello Susan!"
"Hello Harry, I guess don't need to ask if you're happy to be here."
She smoothed out her skirt as she tried to hide her flushing face, hugging him
had felt like hugging a battery made out of magic, sending pleasurable sparks
trailing across her skin.
"It feels great, my summer can finally begin."
She narrowed her brown eyes at that sentence, not liking the sound of it, but
Harry just waved it away, grabbing his things and heading towards the manor.
"Come on, I want to do some magic, having to act like a muggle for almost a
month has sucked."
Harry was slightly startled as the words left his mouth, yet the more he
thought about it the more he felt it fit. He was better than the Dursley's.
Superior. He didn't think it necessary meant he would look down on all muggles
but he felt apart from them, as if they were a different race altogether. The
confrontation between him and Aunt Petunia had proven it; he was something more
than they were. It filled him with a sense of purpose as he marched towards the
guest room Susan pointed out; he could never be someone average; he was going
to be the Lord of his house.
After stowing away his things he followed Susan to the main dining room;
spotting Amelia grousing over the Daily Prophet.
"Auntie, Harry's here."
Amelia looked up, spotting the jittery teen standing next to Susan. She could
practically feel the magic emanating from him.
"Hello Madam Bones."
"Harry, I have repeatedly told you to call me Amelia."
"Sorry, err, Amelia."
She took in the grin, watching the boy practically bouncing on his feet. She
could've sworn it looked like he was suffering from an overload of magic,
something that shouldn't be possible in someone who hasn't spent years around
magic. Like the rest of the human body, the magic adapts to its environment.
That is the reason why spell researchers who spend years casting spells and
then suddenly retire sometimes suffer from magical overload, a state of
increased magic flowing through the body. Glancing at Susan she saw her
blushing brightly while glancing at Harry, no doubt being caught by the stray
magic he was emanating. Merlin, but the boy was only about to start his second
year and was in this state, it was unheard of. Deciding to do something about
it she pulled out her wand.
"Well Harry, let's see if they've taught you anything at that school. That is
unless you're afraid of little old me?"
The wide answering grin as he whipped out his own wand was all she needed to
know.
"Let's go outside, this is a bad place to let off some steam."
She saw him glance at her in surprise and only smirked in return, she had
apparently read all the signs correctly, the boy was practically itching to do
some magic.
Harry waited for her signal before instantly snapping off a banishing charm,
feeling the magic course through his body. He weaved through his small
assortment of spells with pleasure, the familiar feeling of casting soothing
his mind. Amelia seemed content to just parry and dodge his spells while he
kept up the offense. He was almost certain she knew about his urge to do magic
and had used this impromptu duel to let him get it out of his system. While it
felt good to finally do some magic, he was quickly growing annoyed at how
easily Amelia was countering his attacks. The memory of his encounter with
Voldemort was still fresh on his mind and it filled him with frustration at how
easily he had been defeated by the man, even while he possessed someone else.
He knew he should be dead, only the protection left by his dead mother had
saved him. Again. He felt anger rise at the thought, he was still just as
helpless as a new-born and only his mother's protection was keeping him alive.
He focused his Occlumency into his casting, channelling his anger into his
spells, feeling his magic rise in agreement.
Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly as she felt his spells increase in power, a
look of total concentration on the teenagers face. She had to admit she was
impressed, his speed and power was far beyond what it should be for a student
just about to start his second year. Feeling that she had given him enough time
to exercise his magic she started up on her offense, throwing stinging hexes in
between her parries, studying his movement as he gracefully dodged her simple
spells while keeping up his attack. It was clear he was receiving tutoring, as
his development since the winter was impressive. Deciding to end it she threw a
quick spell-chain at him, chaining offensive spell one after another as he
tried to desperately avoid them. A stunning spell clipped his arm, numbing it
just before a Expelliarmus threw his wand into her hands.
Harry stared in both anger and awe at her as she handed his wand back, the
casting she had done at the end was just like what Voldemort had done,
bombarding him with spells faster than he thought possible.
"How did you do that?"
"It's called spell chaining, it's the art of merging the wand movements of one
spell into the next. For example, the severing charm, Diffindo, requires you to
sweep your wand at the end of the cast, while the Stupefy spell starts with a
quick sweep of the wand. This allows you to end one spell and start the next
one with the same movement, speeding up your casting significantly."
"Wow. Can you teach that to me?"
She studied him for a moment before replying,
"Unlikely."
Seeing him about to argue she continued,
"At least not yet. Spell chaining requires not only mastery over silent casting
but also intense mental focus, as you have to focus on multiple spells while
keeping your wand movements accurate. You have the potential to achieve both of
the requirements, thanks to your early forays into the art of Occlumency, but
teaching the art to you before that would be like teaching Quidditch manoeuvres
to a muggleborn that has never touched a broom before."
Harry pressed his lips together but nodded, her arguments made sense, that
didn't help his frustration though. He was starting to comprehend how much he
still had to learn. He also realized the difference between duelling someone
like Tonks and duelling someone like Amelia, the skill gap between the witches
was monumental. He didn't even want to consider how far ahead someone like
Voldemort or Dumbledore was, having spent decades refining their talent.
Remembering Mistress Narcissa's words about whining never having solved
anything, he tucked his wand back in and followed the Bones women into the
dining hall for dinner. He might still be far from the dream he saw in the
mirror of Erised, but that didn't change the fact that he intended to do
whatever was necessary to achieve it.
XXX
Harry groggily woke up the next day, yawning as he stretched in the luxurious
guestroom bed, before grabbing a shower and heading downstairs. Amelia had
already left for work and Susan had yet to wake up, so he didn't bother
disturbing her, knowing her morning temper. Grabbing some toast he made a quick
sandwich before walking over to the floo. Today was the day he had agreed to
meet Mistress Andromeda to have his scar examined, something he had already
cleared with Amelia. With a pinch of floo powder and a murmured "Leaky
Cauldron", he found himself flung into the dingy pub, struggling to keep his
balance.
Righting himself he scanned the bar, quickly spotting Mistress Andromeda
sipping a cup of coffee at a table near the door. She was almost impossible to
miss when she bothered to dress in her robes, the dark blue robe clung to her
figure and her facial features practically screamed noble to anyone that
happened to glance her way. She was indeed receiving plenty of appreciative
looks but no one seemed inclined to bother her, the pureblood vibe she was
putting off was quite intimidating. Knowing there were eyes and ears on them
Harry greeted her with a simple "Mrs Tonks", watching amusement dance in her
dark eyes.
"Hello Harry, have you eaten breakfast?"
"Yes, I grabbed a sandwich before I floo'd over."
"Hmpf, that hardly constitutes a proper breakfast. Nevertheless let's get going
then."
Harry covertly rolled his eyes at her, Mistress Andromeda still treated him
like when she had first seen him in the muggle school, as someone who was too
skinny for his age. He had eaten properly for years, his magic fixing any
issues of malnutrition he had had at a young age. He couldn't even get annoyed
at her because it felt good to have someone looking out for him. Following her
out while trying to keep his eyes away from the way the thin summer robes clung
to her hips he continued the conversation,
"So where is it we're going?"
"St. Mungo's, it's a wizarding hospital. I have a friend there, who knows to be
discrete, he also happens to be an expert at curse wounds."
Reaching the apparition point she grabbed his arm before disapparating with a
soft pop, bringing them both to the lobby of St. Mungo's. Mistress Andromeda
led him past the waiting receptionist into the elevator, pressing the button
for the fourth floor, labeled 'Spell Damage'. The doors opened with a soft ping
and Harry once again followed Andromeda as she navigated through the hospital
with practiced ease. She pointed at a locked set of doors that had a
receptionist waiting outside as they walked past,
"That's the Janus Thickey Ward, a long-term residence ward for spell damage the
Healers could never fully fix."
"Oh."
"Oh indeed, I pointed it out because the parents of a boy in your year, Neville
Longbottom, have been residing there for over a decade. Overexposure to the
Cruciatus."
He looked up startled at that, realizing how many people in his year had
suffered from the war. Himself, Susan, Hannah and now apparently Neville. He
vaguely remembered the Longbottom boy, mostly because he was sorted into
Gryffindor and behaved even less Gryffindor than Hermione.
"Here we are."
Andromeda knocked on a door labelled Healer Augustus Starchwood, getting a
steady "come in" in response. The old man that looked like Dumbledore without a
beard stood up as they entered the room, kissing the knuckles of Andromeda
before shaking Harry's hand.
"Hello there Mr Potter, I am Healer Starchwood but just call me Augustus."
"Umm, a pleasure."
The man simply chuckled at his obvious hesitation before gesturing to a chair
opposite his.
"Sit down please; let's get this under way, Andy was rather adamant about
getting your scar examined."
He didn't mention that he was almost giddy to examine the curse scar; Healers
across Britain had been dying to examine the scar after they heard about his
unexpected survival. He knew Andy was aware of this fact so when she requested
a discrete examination he was more than happy to provide.
Harry watched warily as the man cast multiple diagnostic spells at his forehead
while softly muttering under his breath. He caught the occasional Latin word he
recognized but couldn't make out enough to get a grasp on his casting. Glancing
to the side he saw Mistress Andromeda staring intently at the spectacle, he
knew that she was not pleased with the way the scar had been acting up in the
presence of Quirrell. Especially not after they had figured out Quirrell was
possessed by the person who gave him the scar. He saw Healer Starchwood frown
at what his spells were telling him, before he wrinkled his bushy eyebrows and
cast a new spell.
"Aghhhhh!"
Harry gasped out as pure pain shocked through his head, feeling like a bar of
molten metal had been shoved into his scar. Holding his hand to his forehead he
was shocked to feel blood flowing through his fingers as the pain slowly
abated. Opening his eyes he stared in awe as Mistress Andromeda stood next to
him, her wand pointed at the Healers eye as black sparks of lightning travelled
up and down the wand. Looking into her face he saw pure murder, the dark eyes
narrowed in hate as her robe softly billowed around her shapely figure. Healer
Starchwood held up his hands in alarm, attempting to placate the irate woman,
"Peace, peace! I did not expect that reaction!"
"What did you do?" The words were a cold hiss and made Harry realize that
regardless of her name right now, Andromeda had been originally raised as a
Black. He also felt relieved that he had never managed to make her this pissed
at him.
"It was just a basic flesh cleansing spell, intended to remove any remaining
spell residue. The reaction however was…strange. I think the scar is...well,
either warded or somehow linked to him. Either straight to his magical core or
to his soul. It shouldn't have reacted like that!"
They both frowned at that; spell residue from Voldemort was not something
either of them wanted linked to Harry. It was Harry who responded, glancing at
Mistress Andromeda in the hopes that she wouldn't kill the man for doing his
job.
"What would you recommend?"
"Recommend? I have never seen anything like it. But in all honesty I think a
curse-breaker might know better what we're dealing with. I'd recommend visiting
Gringotts, they tend to poach the best curse-breakers for their expeditions."
Andromeda thought it over for a few seconds before holstering her wand.
"Thank you Augustus, we'll be off then."
She ushered Harry out of the room and completely out of the hospital. Making
sure his scar had stopped bleeding she grabbed him and apparated them directly
to Diagon Alley, marching straight towards Gringotts. The more she learned
about this scar the more adamant she was to get it out of him as soon as
possible. Walking to the nearest teller it only took them a minute to get a
private room and the promise of a curse-breaker being sent up. While goblins
were devious and unhelpful creatures, they were above everything greedy, which
combined with the fact that curse-breakers got paid by the hour meant they were
more than happy to provide the service. Only five minutes later did the door
open to let in a grizzled looking man who looked he was in his early fifties,
hints of grey in his cropped hair. Not bothering with any niceties he got right
to the point,
"Curse-breaker Edgar Weatherby, but call me Edgar. You the folks that requested
immediate service?"
"I am Andromeda Tonks and this is Harry Potter, I assume anything we discuss
and do here is covered by the secrecy laws pertaining Gringotts customers?"
He grunted in reply, eyeing them both.
"Good, then the problem is this."
She lifted his fringe, showing the inflamed scar.
"A Healer at St. Mungo's recommended a curse-breaker."
Edgar's eyebrows lifted in surprise at that, for a scar to be sent forward to
him it had to be something special. Then again he thought, eyeing the scar; it
didn't exactly occur under normal circumstances.
"Right." He grunted before opening the door to let a goblin in, all
transactions between Gringotts and wizards had to be supervised by a goblin.
While Weatherby was a wizard he was also under the direct employ of Gringotts,
making the goblin presence a necessity.
"Sit down."
Harry did as ordered and watched as the gruff man started throwing spells at
his scar, sending shivers up and down his back as he felt it react to the
various magic's. Weatherby seemed to systematically advance through different
detection spells, his wand movements increasing in complexity the longer it
took. Harry watched the man's face scrunch up with every spell he cast before
finally getting a reaction from a spell he cast. He seemed to stare at the
result before repeating the spell, as in disbelief at what he was seeing.
Swearing loudly he turned to the goblin, muttering one word.
"Horcrux."
Harry glanced at Mistress Andromeda but she didn't seem to recognize the word,
only staring patiently at the cursebreaker. The aged wizard walked over to the
goblin and whispered furiously, both of them stealing glances at Harry as they
spoke. When it seemed they had reached an agreement the man turned to them and
elaborated.
"A Horcrux is a piece of the soul stored in a container in order to anchor the
rest of the soul to this plane of existence. Dark wizards usually use non-
organic containers for their longevity and durability, but there's no
misunderstanding the piece that's resting in that scar. It's a filthy piece of
magic that's created through the sacrifice of life in the hopes of achieving
immortality. Surprised it hasn't taken you over to be honest."
He eyed them both suspiciously when he said that but seemed to scoff when
neither reacted. Harry was frozen solid at the information but he also knew why
the piece had never been able to take him over, his mother's protection had
burned Voldemort on contact, he had little doubt it was also the reason for the
scar staying dormant. Andromeda swallowed a mouthful of bile at the thought of
a piece of his soul sitting in Harry's head before she narrowed her eyes at the
man.
"How do we remove it?"
"It can't be removed but.." he glanced at the goblin, getting a nod and
continued, "it can be moved."
"Moved?"
"Aye, moved, but it can't be done with wizarding magic, the soul fragment would
no doubt react to that, any magic cast at it would probably strengthen it. It's
piece of a wizards soul after all, it thrives on wizard magic."
Andromeda nodded slowly at that, she had little reason to distrust the man
after what they had witnessed at St. Mungo's. Piecing together his words and
the meaning of his game, she turned her eyes to the goblin.
"And what does Gringotts want in return for moving the Horcrux?"
His green face split into a hideous grin, showing pointy teeth. His guttural
voice uttered only one word,
"Votes."
"Votes?" She saw him glance at Harry and understood, the boy was about to claim
two seats in the Wizengamot in just a few years; he would wield considerable
political power.
"I hope you are not mad enough to think people would let you get away with
claiming the votes permanently?"
His grin faded slightly and he coughed in agreement, wizards would never let
goblins steal votes, the purebloods would go to war before letting that happen.
"We want him to vote according to our wishes five times."
"One time. You know as well as I do that he will wield more than just the
Potter vote."
"Four times, we are providing a service that will no doubt save his life."
Andromeda chuckled lightly, projecting such an arrogant pureblood persona that
Harry almost confused her with Narcissa. They both also realized that the
goblin had made no effort to counter her argument about him having more votes,
confirming their suspicions about the Black will.
"Please, for all we know the dwarves and elves are just as capable at removing
the scar. Who knows, your American counterparts might even do it cheaper. Two
times."
The goblin growled at the mention of dwarves, they hated each other.
"Three times, we will go no lower. It will also be kept a secret from the rest
of world. Who knows what rumours might spread about the Boy-Who-Lived if word
got out that he was carrying a piece of the Dark Lord in his head."
Andromeda studied the goblin with cold dark eyes before turning to Harry, her
eyes conveying the fact that she doubted they would get a better deal. Hiding
his discomfort behind his Occlumency Harry nodded in return.
"Agreed. When will it happen?"
"Now. First he will sign a contract."
Andromeda nodded again, expecting as much. Goblins had no trust for wizards and
were not going to take their word for it, only a binding magical contract would
satisfy them. Harry stared in distaste as the goblin quickly scurried off to
prepare things, he didn't like signing away power, even if it was temporary.
But even he had to admit that getting rid of the soul shard was paramount, just
knowing about it made his whole head feel itchy, like he had a sudden urge to
scrub his face clean. Ignorance is bliss might have a ring of truth behind it
but he much rather adhered to the other saying of knowledge being power.
Only ten minutes later they were ushered into one ritual rooms located deeper
in Gringotts, usually used pureblood blood rituals like blood adoption or
verifying claims of heritage. The same Goblin thrust a contract at him which he
carefully read before handing over to Mistress Andromeda to study. He didn't
consider himself stupid but knew very well that Andromeda knew far more about
magical contracts than he did, there could be any number of loopholes that had
been hidden from him. She studied it far longer than he did before handing it
back with a nod. The goblin grinned a toothy smile and handed over a blood
quill, an object he was familiar with thanks to Mistress Narcissa's Wizengamot
tutoring. He grudgingly signed the parchment, watching as it glowed blue and
split into two identical copies, signifying the magical oath between him and
Gringotts. Andromeda took one copy while the goblins took the other.
Harry tried not to look at how pleased the goblins seemed as they walked out,
bowing to an old female goblin that walked in as they left. The old goblin was
covered in necklaces and bracelets, all of them seemingly made out of bone and
behind her she dragged a squealing pig. She dragged the pig into the middle of
the ritual circle before hamstringing it with practiced cuts of her dagger,
making it squeal even louder. She pointed a long gnarly finger at Harry before
gesturing to the middle of the circle where the pig was,
"You middle. No magical objects."
The voice was raspy, seemingly unused to forming English words instead of the
guttural language goblins used. Harry hesitantly nodded, trying to ignore the
high pitched squeals of the pig as he handed over his wand to Mistress
Andromeda. She smiled encouragingly at him, quickly squeezing his shoulder as
he walked into the circle.
"Sit."
Doing as he was told he kneeled next to the pig, watching as she carved an
unfamiliar rune into the abdomen of the pig, slicing through the flesh with
ease. She dipped a long nail into the wound and used the blood to trace another
set of runes on his forehead. He watched with trepidation as her dagger sliced
open his scar, letting a trickle of his blood mix with the runes she had drawn.
She studied his forehead before grunting in satisfaction and putting the
bloodied dagger down next to her. She picked up the gnarly wooden staff she
carried with her and started chanting in a deep guttural language. He
recognized it as Gobbledegook but could have sworn he heard Latin words mixed
in, feeling the magic in the air respond to chants.
A feeling of pressure started to build in the air, heavy and oppressive as he
felt blood markings on his forehead heat up. Her chanting got louder and more
primal as he felt the very magic in the air press down on his runes, making his
entire head feel like a boil that was about to burst. When the pain was
becoming unbearable he felt her grab the back of his head before forcing his
bleeding scar into the bleeding rune she had carved into the pig. With a last
shouted guttural verse from her, he felt the pressure in his head burst, making
him gasp in pain as a vileness flowed out of his scar and into the coarse
bleeding flesh of the pig.
The goblin pulled his head away and dragged him out of the circle to where
Andromeda was fretting. She gave his forehead one more glance before walking
back into the circle and studying the pig. The rune she had carved had healed
in an ugly way, scarring the entire side of the animal and seeming to darken
the flesh around it. With practiced hands she picked up the dagger and slit its
throat, making it bleed out on the ritual floor. Harry stared through hazy eyes
as the same spectre he had seen rise from Quirrell's body raised its head from
the pig, wailing and screaming in agony as it slowly disappeared. He let the
encroaching darkness claim him with a sigh of relief.
 
***** Know Your Place 29-35 *****
Contribution
Title: Know Your Place
Author: Oraldeviant
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Hannah Abott, Hermione Granger, Amelia Bones, Susan
Bones, Gilderoy Lockhart, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Dobby, OFC, OMC,
Andromeda Tonks, Daphne Greengrass, Tracy Davis, Severus Snape, Madame Hooch,
Madam Pomfrey, Draco Malfoy
Contains: Multiple Partners, Hufflepuff!Harry, MILF, Femdom, Underage, Oral,
Pussy Licking, Shaven Pussy, Public Orgasm, Shaved Balls, Magical Sex Toys,
Anal, Biting, Drinking Female Cum, Parceltongue
Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training
will have far reaching consequences.
Chapter 29
"Rise and shine lazy pants, it's your birthday!"
Harry groaned into his pillow, trying to swat away the annoying blonde gnat
that was poking him in the ribs. Turning his back at her turned out to be a
tactical mistake as she quickly snagged his sheet when his back was turned.
Groaning he sat up, blearily staring at the pest that was Hannah in the
mornings. If Susan hated early mornings then Hannah was the complete opposite,
bouncing around hyper from the second she woke up. Looking up he was surprised
to see her flush completely red while staring at him, slowly dropping the sheet
she stole. Looking down Harry realized what had caused it; the hot summer has
driven him to sleeping in his boxers. Unable to stop the smirk forming on his
face he raised an eyebrow while looking at her red face.
"Do you mind?"
She eeped in response, her blue eyes snapping up to his before she practically
ran out of the room. Harry chuckled in response while stumbling to the shower;
Hannah had spent the last week living at the Bones'. It was apparently a yearly
thing for the two childhood friends. He sighed as he felt the hot water hit his
back, it had been three weeks since he had the Horcrux removed and the past
three weeks had indeed been his best summer experience yet. He wasn't sure if
it was a placebo effect he was experiencing but he could've sworn his head was
feeling clearer every day that went by. Almost like a stoppage had been
removed, allowing his mind to work with a smoother flow. The most noticeable
effect had been regarding his Occlumency, it had improved drastically since
that day, yet he knew he was still far away from mastering the art. His young
age and puberty made sure it was an impossible task for now, but the
improvements gave him hope.
Thinking about the Horcrux brought up uncomfortable thoughts about Dumbledore,
what were the odds of someone like him completely missing the presence of the
soul shard as he deposited Harry at the Dursley's? Especially as Mistress
Andromeda said the thing would have practically oozed dark magic for months
after being made. The whole mess left a bad taste in his mouth, if the
headmaster knew, then what was he planning? He also wanted to tell Amelia about
the whole thing, but she was the head of the DMLE, who knows what questions it
might lead to, not to mention what obligations she might have regarding such
dark magic.
Massaging shampoo into his hair he considered Hannah's words instead, today was
indeed the thirty-first of July and his twelfth birthday, meaning he only had
to wait one more year before he could claim the Potter Lordship and through
that, most likely the Black Lordship as well. His magic hummed as he thought
about it, getting full control over his life sounded very appetizing. Directing
his thoughts elsewhere he realized Hermione was coming to visit today, as
Amelia was taking them all to Diagon Alley for their school supplies and his
birthday. As he rinsed his hair he briefly wondered why Hermione hadn't written
him, even though she insisted she'd do it straight away. Well, going to find
out soon he reckoned, casting a quick drying charm to get rid of the excess
water. He had long since learned to avoid casting it straight at his hair as it
made his crow's nest even more unmanageable.
Knowing they were heading out today he dressed in his Potter robes before
heading downstairs to get some breakfast.
"Harry!"
Barely having time to brace himself he still almost got his air knocked out as
a bushy haired girl slammed into him, grabbing him in a surprisingly strong
grip.
"Hello Hermione. Merlin, at least I know the strength needed to lug all those
books isn't going to waste."
She punched him in the shoulder in return, making him chuckle.
"How is it you're taller again, I just saw you six weeks ago? Never mind that,
how come you haven't been responding to my mail!"
She punched him again as she said that, yet Harry could only stare at her in
question.
"I haven't gotten any mail from you…? Actually now that you mentioned it, I
haven't gotten any mail at all during the summer."
"What? But I've sent four letters!"
"I sent a letter as well!" Hannah piped in, a hint of red still covering her
cheeks.
Harry glanced at Amelia and she seemed to narrow her eyes while mirroring his
thoughts, someone was interfering with his mail.
"It's probably just a mistake made by the owls."
The excuse came from Amelia but even she seemed to find it rather dubious.
Deciding to not let it ruin his day, Harry gestured towards the table.
"Ah whatever, we can sort it out later, I'm starving."
Seeing Hermione about to argue he asked her if she had seen the book list for
the next year, completely distracting her from her original argument. He saw
Susan grin in amusement as she realized what he had done and he merely toasted
her with his juice in return. Susan handed him the book list and he frowned as
he studied it.
"Who's this Lockhart guy and why do we have to buy what looks like his entire
library for just one class?"
"Lockhart? As in Gilderoy Lockhart?"
Harry turned to Amelia, taken aback by the serious look on her face.
"Yeah that's his name, apparently wants us to buy a ton of his books. Mrs Tonks
left a notation mentioning that he's going to be our DADA teacher."
She seemed to weigh her words before responding, on one hand she wasn't
supposed to talk about an ongoing investigation, on the other hand this was her
niece Susan and her friends. Having made up her mind she replied,
"Be careful around that man, we have been investigating him for a while, there
are…inconsistencies about his so called adventures. Do not trust him. That's
all I can say so ask me no further questions."
Harry simply nodded, not having even heard about the man but taking Amelia's
words seriously, she wouldn't break regulation for empty words. Hermione on the
other hand looked like someone had kicked her puppy so he intended to make sure
she wasn't left alone with the man. She might have broken out of her eager-to-
please shell slightly, but Harry knew that she still put too much trust into
authority figures for his taste. Looking at Hannah and Susan he realized he was
already planning how to make sure they were never left alone with him as
either, when had he become so completely engrossed with their safety? Deciding
to not think about that right now, he instead devoured a plate of bacon and
eggs, guessing he would need the energy if he was going to be shopping with
four women.
Fifteen minutes later they stepped out of the floo at the Leaky Cauldron,
dusting off their clothes while trying to ignore the way they instantly
attracted attention. Harry groaned softly at the looks he was receiving but
there was nothing he could do, both Mistress Narcissa and Andromeda were
adamant he spend more time in the public in his Potter robes, reminding people
that he was more than just the Boy-Who-Lived. Luckily it turned out having
Amelia with them as they walked down the alley was a real blessing, regardless
of how attractive the woman might look out of her robes, when she wore her DMLE
robes and projected her public intimidating persona; there wasn't a soul
willing to bother them. Harry couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on the
confident witch, her self-assurance combined with a body that was worked hard
every day made her extremely attractive to him. The highly impressive Bones
bust wasn't hurting either.
"You wanted a broom right Harry?"
"Huh, uhh, what was that Hannah?"
She scrunched up her face at his inattention before pointing at the Quality
Quidditch Supplies store right next to them. Harry flushed slightly but nodded.
"Oh yeah, right, let's go in."
He never saw the grin on Amelia's face as they entered the store. The seller
quickly spotted him and offered to sell him a Nimbus 2001, a broom which was
only supposed to be released the next day, an offer he gladly accepted. He
benefited from getting a top of the line broom while the store was able to say
that the Boy-Who-Lived personally bought his broom from there. He grinned as
Amelia shrunk the broom, there was indeed upsides to his fame. A good broom
would go a long way to securing his place on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team,
something that had been his goal since his first flying lesson almost a year
ago.
"You have your suicide equipment now, let's go to Flourish and Blotts, I want
to see what new books they have in stock!"
Harry grinned at Hermione's description of his broom, her distaste for all
things flying was no secret to them. Walking over to the book store they were
surprised to see the place completely packed with witches pushing against each
other to get in. The confusion lasted until they saw the big poster next to the
door, 'Gilderoy Lockhart book signing event!'. The crowd parted easily for
Amelia however and they followed her in, spotting a man loudly talking and
gesturing in front of a gaggle of spellbound witches.
Harry stared in distaste at the man, everything about him seemed overly
flamboyant, the wild garishly coloured robes, the blond wavy hair and the
impossibly shiny wide grin.
The man's blue eyes turned to him before they widened first in shock, then
curved in delight.
"Oh my, Harry Potter himself has come to attend my signing! Understandable of
course, who wouldn't want to be here today!"
He quickly crossed the floor before attempting to pull Harry into the middle of
the crowded room. His wide grin faltered slightly as Harry grabbed his arm in a
surprisingly strong grip and calmly replied with a "No thank you, please let go
of me."
"Nonsense, no need to feel shy, we are all friends here!"
His grip on Harry's arm tightened and Harry felt his temper about to boil over
before Amelia stepped in between them.
"Mr Lockhart, I must be mistaken but it almost seems like you are assaulting a
minor right under my eyes."
Lockhart turned towards Amelia with practiced ease, charming women was
something he had done for years. That was until he spotted her robes and
recognized who was talking to him, his grin turning sickly as he let go of
Harry as if burned.
"Oh, uhh, a misunderstanding no doubt Madam Bones."
Amelia stared at the man with contempt as he backed away from her.
"No doubt. I would appreciate if such a misunderstanding didn't happen again."
"Of course, of course. Allow me to make up for my mistake."
He quickly grabbed a large pile of his books and dropped them into Susan's lap.
"Multiple sets of my collection, on the house!"
The witches from earlier applauded his generosity and he bowed graciously to
his audience, his grin having been fully restored.
"I would also like to take this moment to announce that I, Gilderoy Lockhart,
Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League
and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award, will be the
new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts!"
Harry studied the man as he preened before the now cheering crowd, Amelia's
words from earlier echoing in his mind. More dangerous than he seems indeed,
the man masterfully played the crowd to his advantage. His entire bearing
simply screamed fake to him, yet his audience seemed to be lapping it up.
Glancing at Hermione he was at least happy to see that her earlier infatuation
with the man seemed to have died a rapid death as he attempted to drag him into
his media stunt. In fact when he saw her help Susan with the books he was
fairly confident it was the first time Hermione Granger scowled at a stack of
books.
Deciding to get out of the store quickly they picked up the rest of the
required materials before slipping out, almost bumping into the Malfoy's at the
door. Lucius Malfoy sent a guarded look of distaste towards Amelia while
Mistress Narcissa gave Harry such a smouldering look that he actually blushed
on the spot.
"Are you alright Harry?"
Harry glanced at Susan before nodding in reply, willing the red on his cheeks
to fade. Merlin, it was ridiculous that the woman could do so much to him with
just a look.
"Meh, that Lockhart was such a ponce."
"Yeah." Harry agreed, happily letting them attribute his redness to his scuffle
with Lockhart. Glancing back towards the store he was surprised to see what
looked like a fist-fight break out between Mr Malfoy and who he thought was Mr
Weasley. Huh, guess the hate between those families goes beyond just their
sons.
After a lazy lunch at Tempered Tastes, a small restaurant located in the north
corner of the alley, they headed towards Madam Malkin's. Harry groaned softly
as he watched Susan and Hannah practically drag Hermione into the shop while
giggling, this was going to take longer than he expected. His prediction turned
out to be quite accurate but he didn't find the experience to be all bad.
Watching them model outfits in front of him highlighted the fact that they had
entered puberty some time ago and were turning out to be very attractive.
Susan's chest seemed to grow bigger every time he saw her in tight fitting
clothes and just thinking about Amelia showed him that she still had a lot of
growing to do, not that he was complaining. Hermione seemed to have tamed her
wild hair with some magical products from the girls and he had to admit that
regardless of his current opinion of muggles, watching her prance around in
tight muggle jeans was very attractive. Even Hannah was starting to develop her
mother's hourglass figure, which combined with her long blonde locks and blue
eyes was a devastating combination
Feeling blood flowing to all the wrong places he decided to get his own
shopping done; quickly grabbing some of the muggle clothes the girls had
recommended and entering the closest fitting room. Closing the door behind him
he audibly sighed in relief, before looking up and choking on his spit. In
front of him stood the woman that had been fuelling several of his late night
fantasies, her dark auburn hair flowing free, framing the magnificent globes of
flesh he had been aching to see again. Clad in only a tight bra, the pale
freckled skin seemed to be fighting to burst out of the white fabric barely
concealing her nipples. As his eyes drifted down he took in the flat stomach
with a hint of abs, proof of the strict training regimen she kept up as an
active law enforcer, before reaching her silky white panties, doing an
admirable job of hugging her wide hips. A few light freckles dotted her long
pale legs, toned and shaped from hours of footwork.
Looking up into Amelia's navy blue eyes and seeing her quirk an eyebrow at his
obvious staring, he flushed completely red. The erection he had tried to avoid
was now ignoring all his mental commands and was fully flagging, something that
was glaringly obvious because of the summer robes he wore. She expectantly
crossed her arms under her incredible bosom, the simple action making her
breasts jiggle in a way that was guaranteed to catch his attention. Forcibly
tearing away his eyes from her bosom he realized she was waiting for an
explanation, but it seemed his wits had completely left him.
"Uhh, I, uhhm sorry, I mean I was, uhh not looking?"
Her amusement was obvious when she repeated, "Not looking?"
"I uhh mean I wasn't looking if the, umm, room was occupied before I came in!"
"So why didn't you leave right away when you saw the room wasn't empty?"
She sashayed over to him, the sensual movement making her breasts bounce in a
way that took his breath away. He tried desperately to mount a verbal defence
but his brain seemed determined to only focus on the vast expanse of pale flesh
on display. His breath caught in his throat as she reached down and trailed her
hand across his obvious arousal, gently squeezing him while looking at his face
with an amused smirk.
"My, my Heir Potter, this is the second time you have intruded on me getting
dressed. Once in the safety of my own home and now even at a public store. One
might think you have some nefarious plans going on."
"I'm uhh, sorry, it wasn't on purpose, I swear!"
She squeezed him again while softly chuckling.
"You have told me you're sorry before Heir Potter, yet once again you feel
quite the opposite."
He unsuccessfully tried to hide his disappointed groan as she let go off his
cock, before she whipped out her wand, scaring the shit out of him. He almost
sighed in relief when she merely threw a few silent spells the door before
conjuring a lush chair for herself. Amelia smirked at his reaction before
sitting down in the chair right in front of him, crossing her bare legs as she
studied the young teen.
"In fact if I remember correctly, the last time you implied that this would
never happen again."
"I uhh, I can umm, make up for it!"
The last part was said with a slight hesitance as he dropped to his knees in
front of her chair, his eyes almost begging her to forgive him. Amelia couldn't
help enjoying the feel of the young future Lord kneeling at her feet, pleading
for forgiveness. His obvious arousal and the way he couldn't keep his eyes off
her body didn't hurt either, making her feel almost worshipped. The Boy-Who-
Lived at her beck and call, how many women wouldn't give their left hand to be
where she was right now.
She knew he was highly attracted to her, teasing him had been a favourite
pastime of hers, flaunting some skin here and there while enjoying how
flustered he became. Unlike most wizards who tended to dislike strong witches,
the young Heir Potter seemed to be highly attracted to them as evidenced by the
way he reacted to her and the way she sometimes caught him staring at Andromeda
Tonks. If Amelia was being honest with herself she had to admit she quite
enjoyed it, while her usual intimidating air was a necessity for her work at
the ministry, it also gave her an image that made wizards very skittish around
her. She smirked at the thought before mulling over his words, enjoying the way
he was squirming in front of her.
"And how would you make up for it?"
Her breath caught as he leaned forward and gently kissed her knee. He glanced
at her before continuing to land feather light kisses on her legs, trailing
around her knees before gently spreading her crossed legs. She felt heat start
to pool in her groin as he slowly worked over her thighs, his soft lips
steadily moving towards her white panties. A soft whimper escaped her lips as
she felt her nipples poke out through the white bra, she had been without a
man's touch for almost as long as she could remember and his actions were
inciting all forms of dirty thoughts. Between taking care of Susan and her
career there had been little time for other things and the foreign sensations
that were now pooling between her legs were making her shiver in long forgotten
need.
Harry heard the subtle change in her breathing and stared in awe at her heaving
breasts, the hard nipples showing prominently against the white fabric.
Trailing his lips around her inner thigh he gently traced the edge of the white
fabric, occasionally sucking on the firm flesh. Enjoying the feel of her smooth
pale skin he felt a familiar scent enter his nose and saw a small wet patch
slowly form on her silky panties. Leaning forward he took a deep slow lick up
the entire front of her clothed pussy, hearing her breath hitch as he tasted
her for the first time. A small smile formed on his lips, he had wanted to
thank her for letting him stay at their place for a long time and now he had
the perfect chance. The fact that he found her very attractive didn't hurt
either.
It was his turn to grin as he reached for her panties and noticed her
unconsciously lift her hips to help him get rid of the offending piece of
cloth. Easing them off her legs he stared between her pale thighs, admiring her
hairless slit decorated with a small tuft of auburn hair at the top. The lack
of hair was not surprising considering witches tended to permanently curse away
any excess hair they disliked. Leaning forward he licked up the moisture that
was leaking out between her smooth folds, making her moan at the unfamiliar
sensation. The wet appendage traced the contour of her pussy, gently tasting
every inch of her from her tight rosebud to the top of her barely visible nub.
Never directly touching it she felt him circle her clit before diving back into
her folds, the hot tongue exploring every nook and cranny as his fingers gently
spread her open.
She felt the walls of her vagina flutter as the sensations kept building, the
teasing continuing with agonizing slowness as he occasionally sucked her into
his mouth, tasting her flesh. His fingers spread her wider and she felt his hot
breath dance over her clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing down her legs
as the sensitive bundle of nerves practically begged for attention. Amelia felt
like she was losing her mind as the pressure kept building, the wet sounds of
Harry sucking up her juices being both humiliating and incredibly satisfying,
the sheer dirtiness of the act driving her mad. She didn't even notice when her
shaky thighs grabbed his head in a vice or when her hands grabbed his messy
hair in frustration.
After what felt like a lifetime his lips finally engulfed her clit, sucking
deeply while his tongue vigorously flicked the nub. The sudden rush of pleasure
was so shocking that she felt her entire body lock up, mashing his face into
her groin, groaning out his name with a breathy voice as her brain drew a
complete blank for several seconds. Her orgasm washed over her mind, rocking
her entire body as she desperately clung to the teen that was hungrily eating
her. When the sensation finally passed she could only shudder as Harry slowly
licked her thighs and the outside of her folds, gently cleaning her while
bringing her down from the mind shattering experience.
When his head finally backed off she drew a shuddering breath, trying to calm
her wildly beating heart.
"I, well, accept that apology. Merlin."
Harry grinned in return, before quietly slipping out of the room to let her
recover. He still wanted to see and taste her incredible breasts, the hard
nipples had been incredibly sexy, but he was willing to wait until another day
for that. Seeing the girls still piling on clothes he slipped into another
dressing room, needing to sort out his own clothes. He honestly wanted to get
back to the Bones Manor as soon as possible; he desperately needed to relieve
his aching blue balls.
It was a rather unsteady Amelia Bones that escorted them back to the Leaky
Cauldron floo, with Susan casting questioning glances at her the entire way.
Amelia mere shook it off, claiming she was just a bit tired. Susan didn't seem
to entirely buy it but shook it off, preferring to talk about their
expectations for next year's DADA classes instead. Reaching the pub, Harry
gladly stepped through the fire, pleased that their shopping was finally over.
He quickly jogged upstairs to dump his things, wanting to both get rid of the
bags and finally get some relief. He however froze at the door when he spotted
an elf rooting through his trunk. The elf heard the sound, his wide eyes
turning towards Harry in shock. Harry studied the creature before recognizing
him as the Malfoy elf, having seen him several times at Malfoy Manor.
"Dobby?"
The elf squeaked in surprise, instantly popping away, leaving Harry utterly
confused. Why on earth would Mistress Narcissa send their elf to root through
his things? In fact that whole idea sounded strange, he was pretty sure that if
she needed something from him she would rather squeeze it out of him. She
seemed to enjoy teasing him until he spilled secrets he had never intended to
tell. Could it have been Lucius Malfoy then?
His earlier urges forgotten, he dumped his things on the bed before heading
back downstairs, Amelia needed to be informed about the rather large security
risk. He found it strange how wizards and witches seemed to completely
underestimate and ignore creatures like goblins and house elves while leaving
either their lives or economy entirely in their care. Mistress Andromeda often
said wizards had exchanged common sense for magic and the more he learned, the
more he tended to agree with the words.
He spotted the girls still standing next to the floo and walked over.
"Hey Harry, I have to leave now, thanks for inviting me."
Harry smiled at Hermione, deciding not to mention that he suspected it was the
first time she had been invited out with friends. He was hardly one to talk
after all.
"No worries, happy you could come; I guess we'll see each other the first of
September."
Surprising them all she leaned in and quickly kissed him on the cheek with a
mumbled "Happy birthday", before disappearing through the floo completely red-
faced. Susan looked like someone had taken a hammer to her brain, before she
steeled herself and repeated the action. Hannah, not one to be outdone giggled
before also kissing him, giving him a laughing "Happy birthday" call as she
dragged an equally red Susan up to her room. Harry was surprised at how
flustered he was, after everything he had done he didn't expect such an
innocent set of kisses to have any effect on him but he was cherry red, his so
called improved Occlumency completely falling apart.
Spotting Amelia's grin he decided to quickly bring up the subject of the elf,
not wanting to listen to any ribbing right now. As expected her grin faded
quickly and she promised to look into it, getting an elf ward set up shouldn't
be too difficult. Nodding in satisfaction Harry trudged back up to his room,
already planning to bring up Dobby during his next visit to Malfoy Manor.
Glancing at his calendar he was surprised to see that his yearly tutoring
session with Mistress Narcissa was only a few days away. Groaning he collapsed
in his four poster bed, this was turning into one weird summer.
Chapter 30
Harry went through the now familiar motion of flexing his knees as the arriving
portkey attempted to throw him to the ground. With a sigh he straightened his
legs and looked at the incredibly luxurious manor in front of him, hints of
green and silver in every part of the decor. He felt the Malfoy's were taking
their fetish with Slytherin colours a bit too far, but then again, who was he
to complain, prancing around in his Potter robes every time he went public.
Harry saw Mistress Narcissa walk out to meet him and had to audibly swallow to
keep his mental functions still working. The dark green robe clung to her
hourglass figure like a second skin while her long silvery hair flowed free in
the wind, making her look like a goddess in the morning sun. Her eyes
smouldered with the usual sensuality as she looked at him and gave her
trademark mischievous smirk, designed to make any man hard at just the sigh of
it. It was the look of a woman who knew she was sexy and enjoyed using it to
her full advantage at every point.
Harry groaned, trying to control his lust, he wasn't supposed to be ensnared by
her this easily after what happened during her Christmas party. Mistress
Andromeda always told him that manipulating wizards as a witch was incredibly
easy, teenage wizards doubly so. He didn't exactly enjoy the fact that he was
personally confirming her demeaning words this very minute, yet he knew
Mistress Narcissa could have him wrapped around her finger in minutes. She
engulfed him in a soft hug, gently kissing him on the lips in greeting.
"Oh I'm so happy you're finally here little Harry…" She glanced up and down his
body, her smirk growing. "… or not so little anymore are you? Mmmhmm, you've
grown into quite the delectable young Heir."
Harry sighed as he felt himself flush in embarrassment; attempting to resist
her was pointless, it only seemed to spur her on.
"Thank you Mistress Narcissa, you're looking beautiful as always."
Her red lips formed into a sexy little pout when she realized he wasn't going
to be resisting her, before they curved back into her sensuous smile.
"Such a charmer; let's get you settled in before we move on then."
Leading him to a guestroom she gestured towards the bed.
"This is where you'll be sleeping this time."
There was a playful smirk on her face as she said that, the last time he was
here he had spent almost the entire time sleeping in her bed. Harry understood
her innuendo and felt his face grow heated again, only making her smile wider
in response. Deciding to focus his thoughts elsewhere he took out his wand and
demonstrated admirable mastery over the unpacking spell, managing to make it
work perfectly with a silent cast, his mental focus directing where he wanted
his clothes to fly. Watching the last article of clothing disappear into a
drawer he smiled in satisfaction, his work on silent casting with Amelia was
paying huge dividends.
Turning around he gulped as he saw Mistress Narcissa give him the sort of look
you'd expect coming from a dragon looking at a particularly plump cow, just
dying to devour the thing on the spot.
"My, my, aren't you turning into quite the powerful warlock."
The teasing tone and purring words were not helping his mental focus any; so he
decided to quickly distract her.
"I saw Dobby at the Bones Manor!"
Her raised eyebrow and amused smile at his obvious desperate distraction made
him flush slightly but he trudged on.
"He was in my room, rooting through my things. As soon as I saw him he popped
away, looking scared."
She frowned in confusion, she hadn't ordered the elf to do anything regarding
Harry and she doubted her husband would bother. Lucius was far too proud to use
an elf for anything besides cleaning up his messes. Draco perhaps? He had been
complaining about young Harry quite a bit over the summer, much to her
amusement it had sounded mostly like jealousy.
"Dobby."
The elf instantly appeared with a pop, glancing nervously at both Harry and
Narcissa.
"Mistress Malfoy called?"
"What were you doing at Bones Manor?"
The elf groaned, grabbing his ears in despair but couldn't resist a direct
order.
"I was stopping Harry Potter, the Greatest Wizard ever, from going back to
Hoggywarts!"
"Stopping me, how?"
Narcissa frowned at Harry for interrupting and he backed off with a little
colour on his cheeks.
"His question is valid, how were you planning on stopping Harry?"
"I was taking his letters; if Harry Potter has no friends writing him then
Harry Potter wouldn't want to go back to Hogwarts!"
"You! You're the one stealing my mail!"
Narcissa placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at his second
interruption, making him quickly shut up, taking a step back. She considered
his words for a second before continuing.
"Your logic is faulty, but then again I wouldn't expect any intricate plans
from an elf. Retrieve Harry's letters and give them to him, I am also giving
you an order to stop interfering with his attendance at Hogwarts."
The elf moaned pitifully before popping away, only to reappear ten seconds
later with a bundle of letters in his hands. Handing them over he whined as if
in pain.
"Dobby, why were you attempting to stop Harry from going to Hogwarts?"
"Terrible things will happen at Hoggywarts, Dobby cannot say, Dobby has been
forbidden to speak about it."
"Forbidden?"
"Yes, forbidden by Master!"
Narcissa raised her eyebrows in surprise; the only one who could supersede her
commands to Dobby was Lucius. What on earth could the man be planning for
Hogwarts and why was she not informed? Her relationship with her son might have
noticeably cooled over the years because of her husband's influence, but he was
still her son, terrible things happening did not sound good at all.
"Harry, you would do well to be careful during the following year. Lucius might
not look the part but he is a ruthless man, if he thought the ashes of a
hundred muggleborn children gave him power then he would happily set them all
on fire."
Harry narrowed his eyes at that, he didn't really give a shit about most of the
students at Hogwarts but Hermione was a muggleborn, there would be a cold day
in hell before he allowed anyone to hurt her. His own protectiveness caught him
by surprise, yet the more he thought about it the more right it felt, his magic
thrumming in agreement. Realizing Narcissa was waiting for a response he
nodded.
"Yes Mistress."
She dismissed Dobby before turning to fully face him.
"Good, now we have other matters to discuss, namely the Dark Arts."
Harry looked up in surprise at that.
"No need to look so shocked, I am well aware of the fact that you are receiving
additional tutoring, but I highly doubt any of your other sources are willing
to tell you about darker aspects of magic."
Harry nodded at that, his opinion on the whole dark side being fairly neutral.
Both his Mistresses came from a so-called dark family, yet both were incredibly
important to him. They were far from the insane bloodthirsty monsters some
people, like the Weasley kid for example, made Dark families out to be.
Hogwarts heavily condemned all forms of Dark Arts as an evil forbidden
practice, but all that tended to do was increase interest for it.
"Dark magic originally referred to magic that fulfilled two conditions, it
required a negative emotion, like hate or anger to fuel it and it rewarded the
caster with a positive sensation. The Cruciatus curse for example requires you
to feel an intense urge to hurt your enemy and upon successfully casting the
spell you feel a rush of power. It was this combination that originally coined
the term Dark Arts Dependency, DAD for short. Casters who immersed themselves
in the Dark Arts were slowly twisted by the magic, the rush of power became
addictive and they easily attributed the feelings of hate and anger with a rush
of pleasure."
Checking to see if the teen was following she continued,
"Tell me Harry, what is Occlumency?"
Harry was temporarily caught off guard by the question but quickly answered.
"It's the art of mastering your mind, having full control over your emotions.
The basics involve clearing your mind of all superficial thoughts and emotions
while being able to detect and repel any intrusions. Those advanced in the art
can create false emotions they are unconnected with and people who have fully
mastered the art can even create false memories with the attached emotions and
sensations included."
"Hmm, a basic but adequate explanation. It's relevant to this discussion
because Occlumency allows you to utilize the Dark Arts without suffering the
mental side effects, making it a necessity for anyone wishing to retain their
sanity. Dark Magics that stain or corrupt the soul are of course in no way
hindered by Occlumency but you will never use those."
The last was said with a frosty glare which made him quickly nod in agreement,
he still wasn't sure what effect Voldemort's Horcrux might have had on his soul
and he had absolutely no wish of further tainting it. Her purring voice forced
him to pay attention again.
"The Dark Arts is a deceptive lover, oh so sweet at first glance, but as
poisonous as the deadliest flower once you get close. The three Unforgivable
Curses are a good example of this, none of the spells besides the Imperius
Curse are that hard to cast, but the mental backlash from using them is
overwhelming. Do you think they are named Unforgivable simply because of their
destructive purposes? Please, a cutting spell to the neck kills just as swiftly
as the Avada Kedavra, a well-cast Confundus Charm can achieve what the Imperio
can and there must be hundreds of ways to cause people pain, rendering the
Cruciatus a needless power sink. No, they were named Unforgivable in part
because of their ability to bypass magical shields, but above all because of
the effect they had on the mind."
Her eyes had a faraway look in them as she stared out of the window at the
rising sun.
"My dear sister Bella was an intelligent Slytherin student, highly talented,
strong of mind and possessed a beautiful smile. Her whole life was ahead of her
until her drive for knowledge lead her to the Black family books where she
discovered the Dark Arts. She had heard the warning, we all had, but the
seductive power of the forbidden fruit was too alluring for her to resist. Her
self-confidence became her downfall as she thought her grasp over Occlumency
was enough to resist the backlash of the curses aptly named Unforgivable.
Little by little her beautiful smiles turned more manic, her lust for pleasure
turned to a lust for pain; her craving for knowledge turned to a craving for
death as the Dark Arts ate away her mind. By the time she was sent away to
Azkaban little remained of the woman once known as Bellatrix Black."
Harry stayed silent, easily recognizing the note of melancholy in her now quiet
voice. She seemed to snap out of her thoughts, turning her now fierce eyes
towards him. Her voice was as cold as the arctic wind, seeming to bite into his
flesh as she spoke.
"You will not touch the Unforgivables, you will not cast them, you will not
think about them, you will not even research them outside of class. If I find
you even considering them I will bring you pain and misery unlike anything you
have ever experienced before."
"Yes Mistress Narcissa."
She seemed to stare at him as if judging his sincerity before nodding, making
him swallow softly. The woman could be terrifying when she wanted to.
"There are of course exceptions. The Dark Lord himself could probably resist
the allure of the Unforgivables with ease; his talents in the mind arts were
prodigious. The state of his mind was however another question, who knows what
effect the various rituals he had done had on his sanity before his demise, but
that's irrelevant to this discussion. Others who were skilled enough in
Occlumency could also utilize the spells without much issue; it is after all
only a question of mastering your own mind and magic. I could personally
probably use them as well, I simply choose not to."
She lead them downstairs to what looked like a warded basement, Harry could
feel the wards tingle over his skin as he entered the room.
"All dark magic is however not actually dark magic, it is merely labelled that
way by the Ministry of Magic. The loss of Auror life during the last wizarding
war lead to the ministry banning various spells simply because they were too
destructive for their tastes. Didn't want civilians being able to learn, what
was in their opinion, magic too dangerous for the public. We'll cover more of
that later though."
Walking over to the middle of the room she pointed her wand at a mannequin
standing at the other end and calmly pronounced "Expulso" while doing a small
corkscrew motion with her wand. A dark blue spell flew out of her wand before
slamming straight into the dummy, causing the entire thing to explode into
pieces. There was no heat but Harry could feel a small a blast of air wash over
him. She demonstrated the wand motion again before explaining.
"The Expulso Curse uses pressure, not fire, to provoke an explosion and like
all magic it is more effective against your surroundings than against actual
magical beings. The reason for that is obvious; your opponents innate magic
tries to negate any harm done to it. The curse is an actual dark curse though,
so you must focus on wanting your opponent to explode to make the spell
function. However you must remember to keep your Occlumency active and squash
any feeling of pleasure casting the curse might provoke."
Harry listened carefully while watching the mannequin reassemble itself, it was
obviously charmed for this purpose. He practiced the wand motions a few times
before focusing on the mannequin, imagining it exploding into small pieces.
Channelling his will to see it utterly destroyed he went through the motions,
channelling a steady flow of magic into his wand before heatedly repeating the
incantation. The spell that left his wand was lighter in colour than Mistress
Narcissa's and only blew a small chunk out of the mannequin's hip.
Harry barely noticed that though as the moment the spell had left his wand he
felt an incredible sensation flow through his body, reminding him of the
pleasure he felt when ejaculating but different, like a rush of pleasurable
power tingling his very being. He closed his eyes in rapture and couldn't stop
the small moan that escaped his lips as he enjoyed the sensation traveling up
and down his body.
SMACK!
The force of the blow sent him tumbling across the room, gasping in surprise as
he held his cheek, staring at Mistress Narcissa with wide eyes. Her sudden slap
had caught him completely by surprise and he tenderly touched his sore cheek;
that had been no light touch. He quickly swallowed his complaint when he saw
her cold eyes staring at him, her very presence intimidating him. The voice
that was usually so teasing was now harsh and cold as it ripped into him.
"Now you understand the dangers of the Dark Arts. You were supposed resist and
squash the feeling of pleasure, instead you revelled in it like whore at a
brothel orgy."
Harry flushed in shame at that, the feeling had been incredible and he had
indeed done little to resist it.
"I want your word Harry. Your word that as long as I am your tutor you will
practice no Dark Arts whatsoever without my supervision."
He nodded, now that the feeling had disappeared he was honestly rather afraid
at how easily he had been swept up in the rush of power.
"I want to hear it."
"I give you my word Mistress Narcissa."
Her cold demeanour seemed to disappear at that and she smiled softly as she
helped him to his feet.
"Good, now let's see that spell again. This time let's try to use our brain
while casting, yes?"
Harry nodded, not bothering to argue, he did feel like a bloody idiot already,
no need to get into an argument with a verbal superior to make it any more
evident.
He repeated the steps and cast the spell again, this time getting a slightly
more effective version of the curse. The major difference this time was that he
completely disassociated himself from the sensation of pleasure, instantly
clearing his mind after casting the spell. He saw Mistress Narcissa intently
studying his eyes for any evidence of his Occlumency slipping, but he kept
steady and turned a stony face towards her. She broke into a small smile when
she saw his unwavering face and he broke into one in return, a bit surprised at
how satisfied he felt for succeeding and pleasing her.
"Good, much better. Cast it a few more times before we move on to other
matters, regardless of your talent in the mind arts it's not good to overdo
it."
Harry nodded, squashing his smile and focusing on the task at hand. His
Occlumency held steady and his casting improved steadily, to the point that he
could cut the mannequin in two with the force of the explosion. When Mistress
Narcissa told him to stop he was surprised to find beads of sweat trickling
down his face.
"Surprised at how exhausted you are? Summoning the will to see the target
destroyed before instantly clearing the mind again is no easy task, it is
mentally very taxing, especially for someone who has never done it before. I am
quite proud of you Harry, you did very well today, let's go have some lunch."
"Thank you Mistress."
Harry gladly followed her out of the warded room, her words of encouragement
working better than any pepper-up potion. When she stopped to carefully heal
the bruise developing on his cheek, he decided to ask a question that had been
bothering him.
"Umm Mistress Narcissa?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you teaching me the Dark Arts? Seems to be a lot of effort just to not
go nuts."
"Hmmh, it might seem that way at first, but once you grow more accustomed to
ignoring the seductive nature of the art, it becomes easier to cast. Then there
is the simple fact that when it comes to magical combat there are few magics
more powerful than the Dark Arts. Even if you choose to never use the spells in
a fight, you will have an advantage if your opponent does, as you will have the
knowledge of what he is attacking you with and how to counter it. Even someone
firmly in the light like Dumbledore has no doubt spent years researching
various Dark Arts and how to defeat them. Never forget, knowledge is always
power."
Harry nodded at that, what little he had read about Dark Magic certainly seemed
dangerous. He still wasn't certain if he ever intended to use it though, he
would never touch it for some silly scuffle. But…if someone attacked someone he
cared about he wasn't certain what the outcome would be, he strongly suspected
he would throw everything in his arsenal at the attacker, regardless of what
side of the magic his spells hailed from.
"Dig in, we have the entire section eight of Wizengamot Law to go over after
lunch."
Harry groaned audibly at that as he abandoned his thoughts and dug into the
meal the elves had prepared, he had almost forgotten how much he hated this
part of his tutoring. Almost.
XXX
It was a mentally exhausted Harry Potter that stood under the hot shower later
that evening, hundreds of different laws and by-laws circling in his skull. He
rubbed his temples as he walked out of the shower stall, throwing a lazy drying
charm at himself as he grabbed a towel from the rack. His path to the guestroom
was however blocked by what he could only describe as a blond goddess. The long
silvery hair hung free, framing the high cheekbones and lush red lips before
ending at her ample chest. The light green transparent teddy she wore did
nothing to hide her poking nipples before ending just below her hips, barely
covering her hairless groin. She sashayed up to him, her hot breath dancing
over his ear as she leaned in close, her mere presence making him grow achingly
hard.
"Hello Harry, would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?"
He felt his mouth dry as her hands softly grasped his shaft, the very motion
designed to further excite him. He appreciated that she always gave him the
option to choose, yet whenever she wanted something he felt powerless to
resist. He swallowed before nodding with a raspy "Yes".
Her lips curved into her usual mischievous smile before she took his hand and
dragged him to the master bedroom. She removed the towel without any preamble,
smirking slightly at his flagging problem before dragging them both to the
luxurious bed that dominated the room. She covered them both with the wide
green silk sheet before spooning behind him, her hands drawing circles all over
his body as her hot breath washed over his neck. Narcissa smiled as she felt
his smooth skin, the hair removal curse she had used during the winter was
permanent until reversed. She was fairly certain he knew this but had made no
efforts to counteract it, knowing she enjoyed the smoothness.
"Mmm my precious pet, will you allow me to play with you tonight?"
He groaned slightly, her soft wandering hands were very distracting. He
couldn't comprehend how much he enjoyed being controlled by his Mistresses
while he utterly hated anyone else doing it. He gasped as he felt her gently
cup his testicles while nibbling on his neck, Merlin how was he supposed to
decline her anything.
"Y-yes Mistress Narcissa."
She smiled against his skin, enjoying the way his breath was growing erratic.
Her wand was in her hand almost instantly, casting the usual cleansing spell
before adding a lubricating one. Her left hand kept fondling his testicles
while she snuck her right hand into her mouth before moving it down to his
rosebud, tracing the outline of his smooth opening with the tip of her saliva-
coated finger while softly applying pressure. She heard a soft gasp from him as
the wet finger slipped in, easily gliding all the way in with the added
lubrication from the spell. Narcissa loved the little sounds he made as she
slipped another finger in, slowly working her digits in and out of the
clenching hole while she gently pulled on his testicles.
"You still love this, don't you pet?" She nibbled on his ear before continuing,
"You might pretend otherwise but we both know how much you are enjoying this,
the evidence is as clear as the day for me." She traced her fingers up his
flagging erection, chuckling softly at the way it twitched.
Removing her hands she heard a soft groan, making her lick her lips in
anticipation before she grabbed her favourite toy from the warded box in the
bedside cabinet. Her moaning gasp echoed in the room as she attached the
phallus shaped toy to her soaked pussy, shivers traveling up and down her back
as runes on the toy flared to life. Rubbing her fingers over the tip of the toy
she smeared her leaking fluids over the entire thing, panting lightly at the
sensations being sent back to her body. Shuffling back behind Harry she dragged
her hard nipples across his back, nibbling on his neck as her hands went back
to work, softly caressing his erection with a feather light touch. The toy
rested against his cheeks but he was distracted by her husky voice as her hot
breath washed over his neck.
"Will you let your Mistress claim you again pet? Will you let me fuck you
again?"
He groaned at feeling of her silky hands and nodded slightly.
"Mmhmm pet, not good enough, you know I want to hear it."
"Y-yes Mistress."
Her teeth dug deeper into his neck before she continued.
"Yes what pet?"
"Yes I will let you f-f-fuck me again."
She purred in pleasure, licking at his neck like a cat lapping a treat as she
adjusted the sensitive toy against his rosebud. She moaned slightly when he
clenched against the foreign intrusion but gasped even louder as he relaxed,
letting the tip slowly slide in. Narcissa hissed in pure pleasure as she felt
him slowly accept the bulbous head, the muscle expanding as she gently worked
herself deeper into the incredible heat. It felt like her clit had been caught
in a hot velvety vice, the sensation only increasing her wetness the deeper she
pushed in. Even without the magical toy she simply loved the sheer domination
of the act, claiming her pet as hers, watching him moan and writhe against her
aching nipples as he tried to dismiss the feeling, but feeling far too good to
be able to. After a few minutes of soft panting from her and the occasional
groans from the teen she felt herself bottom out against him, her smooth skin
resting against his buttocks. The delicious heat was making her feel light-
headed and when he clenched in surprise they both groaned.
"Mmhm you filthy little boy, I can hear you moaning like a village whore."
Narcissa chuckled at his feeble protests before starting to slowly saw the toy
in and out, making sure she angled her hips against his prostate with every
thrust. The speed and power of her strokes kept increasing until she was almost
pulling the entire toy out before slamming it back in with a wet slap, making
his cock jump in her silky grip every time she bumped against that magical
gland. Her shallow breathing kept increasing as her pleasure built; her entire
pussy felt like it was on fire as the toy fulfilled its purpose of transmitting
every single sensation traveling across its surface. Her wetness was steadily
leaking into him through the hole in the tip and provided added lubrication to
her vigorous pumping.
Harry felt like he was losing his mind as the constant rubbing against his
prostate sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He desperately
wanted Mistress Narcissa to move her hand but she was content to just tightly
grip his shaft, hissing at any of his own attempts to grab it. He felt himself
leak from the tip and knew Mistress Narcissa enjoyed the fact that she was
slowly milking him while preventing him from reaching relief. His feeble
attempts of humping her hand didn't help at all as she merely moved her hand
with his body, chuckling huskily in his ear at the motion.
"Who do you belong to honey? I want to hear it."
"Ghuhhh you Mistress Narcissa!"
"Good boy!"
With that he felt her hand that had stayed still for so long suddenly speed up,
wildly pumping his aching cock while she rammed into him. He suddenly exploded
with a loud groan, flooding her hand and clenching around the toy as he felt
his Mistress moan against his neck in response, her twitching body providing
all the proof he needed of her own orgasm. He felt a sting of pain as she
harshly bit down on his neck but could barely focus on it as her pumping hand
made no attempts at slowing down. He moaned and shuddered at the incredible
sensation and could scarcely control his breathing when she finally slowed down
her pumping. They both huddled together, her front glued to his back, gasping
and shaking at the phantom sensations still spreading through their bodies.
After spending minutes simply catching her breath, Narcissa kissed his neck
before pulling away from him with a wet sound, neither being able to stay quiet
at the feeling. Harry felt utterly and completely spent; both mentally and
physically, from the long day of work followed by the incredible pleasure and
gladly closed his eyes in complete relaxation. His last thought before sleep
claimed him was that at least tutoring with Mistress Narcissa never ended in
boredom.
Chapter 31 – The Second Year at Hogwarts Begins
Harry calmly navigated through the witches and wizards occupying the packed
Platform 9 3/4, attempting to reach Susan and Hannah standing further up. Just
minutes earlier he had said his goodbyes to Amelia after profusely thanking her
for letting him stay with them over the summer. Amelia had merely given him a
saucy wink and told him he could thank her during the winter break. Noticing
the crowd starting to pay attention to him, he used his now much improved
Occlumency to will his slight blush away, knowing Mistress Andromeda would kill
him if he looked like a fool in public.
His Occlumency had improved in leaps and bounds during his time at Malfoy
Manor, the intense study in the Dark Arts had become a huge boon for his mind
arts, as retaining your sanity turned out to be a very strong motivator. He had
little doubt Mistress Narcissa had planned that, she seemed to help him in ways
that often took him months to figure out. Hell, her tutoring alone was the
reason he had been able to save Hermione from the troll and for that she would
always have his gratitude.
Harry stared with contempt as the occasional camera went off, documenting his
arrival for the second year at Hogwarts. Didn't the press have anything better
to do than to take pictures of him getting on the train? He kept his distaste
well hidden behind a sea of Occlumency and merely presented a polite smile.
"Mr Potter, I have heard from a good source that you purchased the Nimbus 2001
for the coming year, will you be following in your father's footsteps and
attempting to join the Hogwarts Quidditch team?"
The first thought that flashed through Harry's mind when he looked at the
reporter was 'pathetic' and he almost choked on his spit when the thought hit
him. Only a year ago he would have covered and hid in shame from these people,
attempting to run off in a small panic. Yet the constant pressure from his
Mistresses to appear confident in public and to never hide his robes had made
him, well, used to the attention. He realized he was utterly at ease with the
whole situation, his Occlumency prohibiting even the smallest twitch of
uncertainty from showing on his face.
"We shall see, I make no promises, James Potter left very big shoes for me to
fill, in more ways than one."
Polite and humble, while in reality giving away nothing; just like he had been
taught. He gave a small grin to the reporter who was rapidly writing down his
words, quotes from him seemed to drive them mad for some reason. Reaching the
girls he quickly grabbed their shoulders before nodding towards the Hogwarts
Express.
"Let's get out of here."
Seeing the crowds still staring at them they nodded, they might have had the
usual public training expected of noble heirs, but that didn't mean they
enjoyed being stared at. Hannah picked a compartment and shamelessly handed
both her own and Susan's trunk to him before entering with a superior grin. He
chuckled after her before easily lifting their trunks into the overhead
storage; she liked trying to mess with him.
"My ladies, your traveling materials are safely stored." His overly exaggerated
bow only spurred Hannah on.
"Oh my, thank you so much. You see Lady Susan; the commoners are of some use
after all."
Harry snorted at that, he couldn't wait until Hannah had to start attending
official ballroom dances; she was more likely to strangle some stuffy dignitary
than dance with them. He didn't have time for a snotty comeback before the door
opened behind him, admitting the fourth member of their quartet. Hermione's
hair was all over the place and she seemed to be practically humming with
excitement as she greeted them.
He wasn't really surprised, the girl absolutely loved school and a magical
school seemed to be a notch better. Harry also knew she was determined to
surpass him, she had tried to hide it but they could all spot the occasional
bout of frustration as she had trouble with a spell that he made work on the
first try. He was fairly confident it was the first time she had been beaten in
any schoolwork, the girl really was shockingly intelligent, and she probably
didn't really know how to deal with not being number one for once.
Their trip was peaceful and without interruption besides the lady selling
snacks, yet Harry had trouble relaxing. He kept glancing at the chatting girls
and the warning from Dobby was loud in his mind, seeming to taunt him the
closer they got. The more he thought about it the more determined he got, his
despair giving way to his anger and frustration, he would crush any enemy
attempting to hurt him or his. He almost snarled as he felt someone poke him in
the ribs. He turned an angry face towards Hannah who only lifted an eyebrow and
said,
"I don't think it's going to hurt you."
He looked wide-eyed at her before paying attention to where she was pointing,
his advanced charms book almost crushed in his twisting hands. Harry flushed
slightly as he relaxed his grip but it was far too late, he was met with three
equally inquisitive looks.
"So…want to tell us what has got you upset enough to take it out on a poor
book?"
Hermione was poked in the ribs by an eye-rolling Susan,
"Ignore the book Harry, what's going on, you have barely said a word since we
left King's Cross?"
He tried to think of an excuse but was only met with three raised eyebrows, the
expressions so similar that he almost found it eerie. It was Hannah who
vocalized it.
"Harry you can't lie for shit to us, now spill."
"It's about the warning isn't it?"
The other two girls looked at Susan who just shrugged before explaining Dobby's
warning.
"My auntie already knows; Harry knows she wouldn't have been happy if he kept
it a secret from her. Legally her hands are tied as there is no evidence and a
house-elf's word means nothing in the Wizengamot, but I'm certain she's
secretly looking into the whole thing."
Harry grunted in agreement, Amelia had not been a pretty sight when she found
out there might be a threat to Susan at the school.
"So that's what has your panties in a twist?"
Hannah just leaned into him and grabbed his arm, sighing theatrically.
"Oh well, I guess you'll just have to escort us poor maidens absolutely
everywhere to keep us safe. Oh the agony."
Harry couldn't stop the grin from forming and placed his arm around her
shoulders, making her flush a little.
"Indeed my Lady, it seems I have no choice in the matter."
XXX
It was a groggy Harry that finally stepped off the train at Hogwarts, having a
soft and warm witch leaning up against you was surprisingly comfortable and he
had quickly dozed off. Hannah had seemed to share his thoughts and had fallen
asleep just as quickly and was now gently rubbing her eyes. Walking up to the
castle Harry spotted Professor Snape standing at the door and sourly remembered
the words Mistress Narcissa had spoken just a week earlier.
"I heard you had quite the personal victory over Severus Snape?"
Harry grinned in return, remembering the man's sour look when McGonagall said
she would inspect all points removed in the future.
"Yeah, you should have seen his face Mistress!"
She however held a completely neutral face and calmly continued.
"Tell me Harry, have you ever considered how a half-blood can be the head of
the house of Slytherin? I know you knew about his blood status, I did have you
read up on all the professors after all."
Harry frowned, he had never really thought about it. Now that she did mention
it, it was rather strange for a house with the worst possible purebloods to
respect a half-blood. He heard a soft sigh from her, the disappointment cutting
deeper than any insult.
"I see you didn't even think it through, that is almost as dumb as chasing
after that Quirrell fellow alone. I see we need to work on your critical
thinking some more."
Harry cringed at the barrage, she never did tolerate foolishness.
"Severus Tobias Snape was an exceptional wizard even in his Hogwarts years,
excelling in the art of potion-making unlike any other student had done in
centuries. While he might not have made many friends during his years at the
school, in the latter years he most certainly earned the respect of his
housemates in Slytherin. There were even murmurs of him creating his own Dark
Arts spells in the sixth year, something that would be impressive even for a
fully trained wizard, let alone a student."
She sipped her cup of tea before continuing.
"It was hardly a surprise for any of us that attended Hogwarts with him when we
found out he had been elevated to the rank of Potions Master, the youngest to
achieve such a thing in centuries. It was in fact expected. I later found out
from Lucius that he was a member of Inner Circle of the Dark Lord's Death
Eaters, which is not a rank that is easily earned. Even simply becoming a Death
Eater requires a certain cruelty and ruthlessness as a show of loyalty."
Placing her tea on the table she levelled a steady stare at Harry.
"Severus has the respect of the Slytherin's because their parents have told
them to obey his orders, as they know quite well that regardless of what image
he might present to the school, he no doubt hides far more. His Occlumency is
rumoured to have been complimented by the Dark Lord himself, making any word he
says or any image he presents questionable. He could lie to all our faces and
none of us would know. He is a man cold enough to become an Inner Circle Death
Eater, cunning enough to avoid any punishment for his past actions, skilled
enough to become a Potions Master and you, Harry Potter, insist on making an
enemy out of a man like him, especially considering he has daily access to
where you eat and sleep?"
Harry grimaced at the thought of someone who knew more about poisons than the
combined population of Hogsmeade having access to his food.
"I see you understand my point. Now I don't expect you to become friends with
him, I doubt that would even be possible. I do however expect you to treat him
as a Professor at the school; there need to be no warmth as long as there is
simple courtesy. Always avoid making enemies needlessly Harry, cunning will
serve you far better than outright hostility."
Snapping back to the present Harry realized he was staring right at the sour
man. Swallowing his distaste he gave a polite nod as they entered, savouring
the look of surprise that briefly flitted across his face. He didn't like it
but Mistress Narcissa was no doubt right, he had never actually known her to be
wrong after all.
Susan sent him a questioning look as they sat down at the Hufflepuff table but
he waved it away, just wanting to get some food. He still found it rather
disconcerting how well the girls could read his face, it was something of a
personal challenge for him to attempt to trick them with his Occlumency, but it
never seemed to work.
The sorting was rather boring but he still paid attention, not wanting to miss
any potentially big names being sorted without his knowing. He recognized a few
names, the most noteworthy being Luna Lovegood, the Lovegood's were after all
an old pureblood family even if they were rather impoverished these days. The
girl was, however, nothing like the aloof pureblood he expected, she seemed to
practically skip down the hall, her long dirty blonde locks trailing behind
her. He couldn't help cracking a slight grin as he saw the disgusted looks
being sent her way from the Slytherin table. He also noticed the Weasley girl
being sorted, mostly because she sent him a feverish stare as she disappeared
under the hat and seemed utterly crushed to end up in Gryffindor. He raised an
eyebrow at that; shouldn't ending up with her brothers have made her happy? He
dismissed the thought as Lockhart stood up to deliver a speech, making him
groan at his food being further delayed.
Hannah seemed to find his dismayed look exceptionally funny as she kept
grinning at him as Lockhart prattled on, making his annoyance even more
pronounced. Susan leaned towards them both.
"Aww stop it Hannah, you know how grumpy the poor boy becomes when he doesn't
get his food."
Harry just grunted, not deigning their giggling worthy of a response. When
Lockhart finally sat down he sighed in relief until Dumbledore in turn stood
up, making Hannah snort at his incredulous look. Merlin but these wizards loved
hearing themselves talk. The food finally arrived, making him completely ignore
everything as he dug in. The girls weren't entirely wrong when they said he got
grumpy without food, after his young years where starving was quite common he
was determined to never miss a meal again if he could help it. People who had
never gone hungry for an extended period of time wouldn't understand it, but
Harry did.
"Oi Harry, pay attention, Preece said they were holding the Quidditch trials
tomorrow morning."
He looked up at that, Hannah's words having surprised him.
"This soon?"
She just shrugged.
"Don't ask me, but I reckon Preece wants a new team together as soon possible,
with us being the first to play each year."
Harry slowly nodded, Malcolm Preece was a seventh year and one of the few left
of the Hufflepuff team of last year. Rumour had it he was grooming Cedric
Diggory, the fourth year seeker, to take over after him as captain of the team.
He didn't care much about that, he was aiming for chaser, the position his
father had played. He found it to be the most interesting and demanding
position to play, constant action, physically extremely strenuous and very fast
paced. He grinned at the thought, he absolutely loved flying and he had no
doubt he would love playing Quidditch as well.
XXX
It was a sleepy Harry Potter that trudged down to the Quidditch pitch the next
morning, his Nimbus 2001 slung over his shoulder. He yawned loudly as he stared
at Hannah in disbelief, watching her practically skip along next to him.
"That's just unnatural."
She just chuckled at his grumbling, looping her arm in his and humming all the
way to the pitch.
"Where's Susan?"
"She's coming; even I'm not dumb enough to pull her outside after having woken
her up."
Seeing him about to argue she continued,
"She knows to not move alone in the castle, she'll join the other girls walking
down to the pitch."
He nodded at that before walking over to stand next to the other hopefuls.
After not having had any real friends growing up, the simple feeling of someone
showing up just to cheer for him felt surprisingly good.
Preece showed up exactly on time, clad in his Quidditch robes and Captain's
Badge and quickly got their attention.
"Alright, listen up. Get in the air and give me five laps around the pitch."
They quickly obeyed and Harry could easily see the point behind the seemingly
pointless task, some of the people here were terrible flyers. He understood
self-confidence but Merlin, some of the people here had to be oblivious to
think they qualified for Quidditch. When they landed Preece quickly dismissed
half of them, wishing them better luck next year and turning to those still in
the race.
"Right then, split up, beaters to the left, seekers to the right and chasers
stay."
It was little surprise to find no seeker hopefuls, Diggory was without a doubt
the best seeker in the school right now and no one felt confident enough to
take his post. Harry had seen him fly and thought he might be slightly faster
but simply didn't care, being a seeker seemed so boring to him, the players
spending the majority of the game simply looking around. Chaser was what he was
here for.
"Anyone applying for Keeper?"
Herbert Fleet, the current keeper, chuckled at the silence and walked over to
Preece. Preece just sighed, it wasn't that Fleet was bad but the lack of
applicants for that post was becoming a bit tiresome.
Shrugging it off he started the trials with the beaters, pairing them randomly
and having them fight against other pairs with Bludgers. Having cut down the
numbers a bit he added a few flyers on both sides and had the beaters practice
defending and attacking. In the end the two current beaters, fifth years
Michael McManus and Anthony Rickett, were obviously better than the rest and
even the challengers seemed to recognize this.
"Alright, thank you all for applying but we will keep the beaters from last
year. Better luck next year."
People groaned but walked away without argument.
"Right, chasers then, I'll have you fly some formations against me and Fleet."
Harry paid careful attention as he randomly selected students to face against
them, Fleet covering the rings while he played defence. He noticed a pattern as
anyone that flew well stayed in for far longer while their partners were
switched out, letting the captain gauge their skill with different fliers.
Harry watched as Preece dismissed a third year girl that flew well but didn't
really have the arm strength to handle the Quaffle. People tended to
underestimate how much physical strength was required when playing as a chaser,
whenever you had the Quaffle you were expected to control your broom with one
hand, which might sound easy but when you're swerving between bludgers and
harassing defenders it's incredibly taxing.
"Potter, you're up."
He got a sceptical look from most of the others, the youngest member on the
team was Diggory and even he was a fourth year, yet here was a second year
applying for the most physical role. He completely ignored them the moment he
took to the air though, the complete sense of freedom making his magic thrum in
pleasure. In the air he was the king, he had absolute control of where he went.
He drew a deep relaxed breath at the sensation before he saw the Quaffle flying
towards him and instantly sharpened his gaze. His arm flew out and grabbed the
ridged ball with ease before he pumped all of his magic into his broom, letting
it take off like a rocket. The Nimbus 2001 was terrifyingly fast and the sudden
acceleration caught everyone by surprise as he whipped past Preece with ease
and angled towards the far left ring. Fleet quickly recovered and attempted to
intercept him but Harry almost laughed at him, he felt weightless as a bird as
he suddenly weaved to the right, his magic strengthening his grip on the broom
before he threw the Quaffle. It sailed through the right ring with uncatchable
speed, far out of the reach of the Keeper.
Preece looked angry at first before a hint of a grin grew on his face as he
dismissed Harry's flying partner.
"O'Flaherty, get up here, you're on my side."
That raised some eyebrows as Maxine O'Flaherty was already a chaser for the
team, the fifth year girl having played for Hufflepuff for two years. Preece
threw the Quaffle to Harry.
"Alright kiddo, let's see what you can do."
Harry disliked the dismissive attitude and decided to pull out all stops. He
had been flying at the both the Bones and the Malfoy manor all summer, using it
as both physical exercise and relaxation. Amelia said she had never seen
someone more natural on a broom and he intended to show that talent to the rest
of the school today.
He shot off with the Quaffle curled under his arm, aiming straight towards
Preece before barely passing him on the right. Preece instantly gave chase
while O'Flaherty attempted to cut him off from the other side. What followed
was a terrifying display of agility and power as he flipped the broom around
and flew upside down under O'Flaherty with the Quaffle outside of her reach. He
continued the spiralling motion and flipped back up when he passed her,
speeding up further to lose Preece who was still close on his heels. Harry felt
a grin grow on his face as both his adrenaline and magic spiked, the incredible
sense of speed making him giddy. He was a Potter by blood, by heritage, by
skill and he laughed as he suddenly did a ninety degree turn at a speed that
should have thrown him off the broom, shaking off Preece and catching Fleet
flatfooted as he suddenly zipped in another direction. By the time Fleet
recovered the Quaffle was already flying through the air, gracefully scoring
another point for Harry.
"What the fuck?"
Harry grinned at Maxine O'Flaherty, her Irish accent coming off strong as she
stared at him, her brown eyes wide in disbelief.
"Not fuck, Potter."
Preece seemed almost giddy as he passed the Quaffle to him again.
"I've heard about your old man, good enough to go pro in his sixth year they
said. Looks like it's in the blood. Do it again."
Harry just grinned in return and sped off again, letting the sweet adrenaline
flood him again as he weaved through the air.
XXX
It was an exhausted but happy Harry Potter that sat down for lunch in the great
hall, calmly thanking the housemates congratulating him.
"Congratulations on your place in the suicide squadron, just what you needed,
more ways to endanger your life."
Hermione smiled to show it was said in jest as she sat down at their table.
Harry just chuckled in return.
"Thanks, I've been looking forward to this since first year."
She just rolled her eyes as Hannah snorted.
"We have heard."
He grunted, so he might have mentioned it a few times, no need to be so snarky
about it.
"Wood has been foaming at the mouth ever since he heard you were the new
Hufflepuff chaser. Angelina said he's been mumbling about 'another Potter'."
They all laughed at that, the Gryffindor captain was rather infamous for being
borderline insane when it came to Quidditch. They ate a relaxed lunch before
Harry excused himself to go visit Mistress Andromeda, he hadn't really spoken
to her since the Horcrux was removed.
He whispered the usual password at her door, a quiet "Mistress" which
temporarily disabled the wards and allowed him to slip in.
She looked up from the book she was reading as he entered.
"Hello Harry. I hear congratulations are in order."
"Hello and thank you Mistress."
She smiled and gestured to the lounge chair opposite hers, laying the book down
on the small table next to her. Harry looked at it with interest; it seemed to
practically radiate dark magic. She noted his interest and explained.
"I have been studying what you had in your scar."
That certainly got his attention; they had agreed to never use the word
'Horcrux' in public in case someone managed to overhear it. A simple precaution
that could potentially save them from a huge headache.
"Anything of interest?"
"No. Sadly your situation is very unique and its long-term effects are almost
impossible to predict. I do however strongly suspect it will have some effect
on you; the shard was in you for such a long time. It had ten years of time
where it was connected to both your magic and soul and it would honestly be
more surprising if there were no consequences at all."
"What kind of consequences?"
"Hard to tell, if you develop a problem with your magic is it because of the
influence from the shard or would you have had it regardless? If you master an
obscure magical talent or develop a magical gift is it because of the shard or
was it simply in your blood?"
Seeing him frown she smiled encouragingly at him.
"Your soul and mind is strong and your magic is powerful, I find it very
unlikely that there will be any problems. Have confidence in yourself and don't
let this bother you."
He grinned sheepishly, remembering Mistress Narcissa's words, 'whining never
achieved anything'.
"You're right Mistress, sorry."
"Of course I am. I saw your words to the Daily Prophet by the way, it was a
good quote. Now that you actually managed to make the team it will look even
better, with you coming across as a humble young man following in his father's
footsteps."
She brushed away some imaginary lint from her thin summer robes before
continuing.
"All in all the response to you has been positive, your success and behaviour
in school has made you very few enemies. Being successful will of course always
lead to having some opponents but that's simply life and cannot be avoided. I
am also pleased to see you're reaching outside of Hufflepuff for friends, even
if I would prefer if it was with someone who wasn't a muggleborn for political
reasons. But on the other hand having a muggleborn friend could lend you more
support among the half-blood and light families. You should however work on
reaching out more to the other houses, especially Ravenclaw and Slytherin."
Seeing him about to argue she overrode him before he could open his mouth.
"Friends made at your age often last a lifetime, especially friends made at
Hogwarts. Reaching out to Ravenclaw would show you have no issues with the
neutrals, whereas reaching out towards Slytherin would demonstrate your
sympathy towards the dark families. Do not forget that dark does not equal
evil. Whether you like it or not, your pool of friends needs to be expanded, as
your friends are currently two very light families and a muggleborn, which
quite frankly makes it seem like you're Dumbledore's pawn. Your contact with me
and Amelia has lessened that image but the simple fact remains that your
friends show the world who you are and right now they are showing you as a
purely light Hufflepuff."
Harry opened his mouth to refute that argument but realized there was nothing
he could say. His tutoring with Mistress Narcissa was being kept a secret by
her and it would be political suicide to expose his training in the Dark Arts.
He groaned softly as he realized she was entirely correct.
"Fuck. You're going to make me make Slytherin friends aren't you?"
Her teasing smile told him all he needed to know.
"Fine, I'll try to do it."
"Of course, I have complete faith in you. Now seeing as you apparently see fit
to swear in my company I think there are far better ways to put that mouth to
use."
He sighed mentally as he watched her lift her robes, she really did not
tolerate coarse language from him. Then again he knew the reasons she was
making him branch out to the other houses was as much for him as it was for
her, he had little reason to swear. She had made no secret of intending to make
him a strong Lord of his house and using his influence for the good of them
both.
Kneeling in front of her he slipped in under her robes, surprised to find she
had apparently gone commando on her day off. Her long legs were clad in the
usual silky black thigh-high stockings she seemed to enjoy and he softly kissed
the inside of her thighs as he parted her knees. She gladly assisted him and
moved her hips closer to the edge of the chair, fully presenting her smooth
hairless pussy to him. He gently kissed the junction of her legs before
trailing his lips over her folds, softly kissing and licking at the slight
wetness she leaked. He heard her soft moans as the blood flow to her puffy lips
increased, giving them a slight red tint as her heart rate increased. Harry
slowly eased two fingers into her wet opening, feeling the walls clench around
them as they slid in. He licked around them, savouring her taste as his lips
trailed around her folds. He felt incredible heat as he started to move his
fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing the inside front wall of her vagina as
he lapped up her juices with a flat tongue. The spongy tissue he was rubbing
was the para urethral gland, or better known as the female G-spot.
Her panting increased and her soft gasps made him painfully hard, but he
ignored that as he watched her engorged clit peak from its hood. Her hips were
grinding against his hand and mouth and he could almost feel her need as her
pussy clamped around his fingers. Leaning in, he engulfed the clit with his
mouth, sucking and licking on the sensitive bundle while pumping his fingers,
letting magic trickle through his digits to further stimulate the nerves.
She exploded with a drawn out moan, shivering and gasping as her smooth thighs
twitched around his head. He dutifully lapped up her taste with a gentle
tongue, slowly removing his fingers as his tongue brought her down from her
incredible high. Andromeda gasped as she felt his long tongue enter her and
clean her out, sucking up her wetness as she slowly felt her body relax.
Feeling he was done she reached down and pulled him up for a kiss, tasting
herself on his lips. She licked her lips before sending him on his way.
"Good job Harry, with that silver tongue of yours you'll have plenty of new
friends in no time."
Harry knew that she meant the charm he could turn on when needed, but he still
gave her an exasperated look as he slipped out of her room, Merlin's balls, but
who on earth was he going to befriend from Slytherin of all places?
Chapter 32
Harry slowly walked towards the Great Hall, scowling at the Halloween
decorations that littered the castle. It was the thirty-first of October, a day
that the rest of the Wizarding world celebrated. Personally he utterly loathed
it and had a hard time keeping his face neutral as he watched people celebrate
the day his parents died. No, not died, the day they were murdered. He felt his
magic rise as his temper flared, only to have it extinguished just as quickly
when Hannah playfully bumped into him. He was about to growl at her before he
reined in his anger; he knew she did it on purpose to keep his mind off today.
Really, he should be grateful, both Hannah and Susan had spent the entire day
just distracting him. They didn't even bother being covert about it, Hannah let
her exuberant side out and pretty much annoyed him constantly, bringing a small
genuine smile to his face.
Personally he would rather have stayed in his dorm today but he knew his
Mistresses wouldn't be pleased by that. Oh they wouldn't say much, he knew they
respected his feelings this day, but that didn't change the fact that he also
knew they would consider it a weakness. Sighing he realized he himself would
also consider it a weakness to hide in his dorm; their training was catching on
a bit too well. What kind of Lord hid in his room sulking when there was a
public feast going on?
The food tasted like ash in his mouth as he dutifully forced some of it down.
In his youth he had eaten scraps and leftovers left by the fat Dursley's, a
foul mood would not deter him from getting some sustenance. Deciding he had
shown himself for long enough he calmly stood up and started walking out of the
hall. He had barely made it to the doors before he was flanked by the girls
again, happily chattering on and seemingly ignoring his stormy mood. He let out
a small exasperated chuckle, he should have figured they wouldn't let him out
of their sight today.
When they rounded the corner he heard a faint whisper, barely audible in the
drafty castle, the voice almost teasing his ear. He stopped and held his hand
up, silencing the girls as they looked at him in question.
"Wha..."
"Sschhh! Did you hear that?"
Susan scrunched up her nose and cocked her head, as if trying to hear better.
"Hear what?"
Harry heard to voice again and started following it at a light jog, starting to
make out individual words.
"…rip...tear…kill…flesssshhhh"
He had his wand out in an instant, startling the girls as they shared a
questioning glance behind his back. Shrugging, Hannah took out her wand,
quickly followed by Susan.
"Harry, where are..."
"Schh! Can't you hear it?"
The girls shared another glance, this one more troubled as they kept pace with
him. Susan tried to listen but all she heard was a faint hissing, like a gas
valve that had been left open. The hissing kept getting louder and she could
feel Harry's magic building. She tried to control her awe at the sensation; she
had felt his power several times during the summer and had to focus on not
drifting closer to him. Aunt Amelia had explained it as a natural attraction
all witches had towards magical power, mentioning that Harry's power would only
attract more attention as he matured. She almost ran into him as he abruptly
stopped as they rounded another corner, his glowing green eyes staring at the
grotesque find they had made. Or well, he had made, she still didn't quite
understand how he lead them here.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware."
Harry mumbled the sentence written on the wall, the dark red paint reminding
him of blood as it dripped down in rivulets. He shifted his gaze to the candle
holder on the wall, or more accurately the cat hanging from it. He easily
recognized the caretaker's cat, yet the stiff way it dangled seemed unnatural.
Someone wanted to send a message, a gruesome one that was sure to cause
discussion. Hearing voices coming from behind him he stiffened, the first
person at a scene of a crime was always assumed guilty. Harry quickly reached
into his expanded pocket, ripping out the invisibility cloak as he pulled Susan
and Hannah with him into an alcove. The cloak barely covered all three of them
as they hunched together, his arms hugging them close as he held the fabric
around them.
The alcove didn't allow much light in, bathing them in darkness as they were
surrounded by walls on three sides. It was a tight fit, forcing them to
practically hug each other to fit under the cloak. Harry tried desperately to
ignore the fact that two girls that he found quite attractive were flush
against him, their budding breasts pushing into his chest. He knew muggle women
could start puberty as early as the age of nine and witches tended to start
earlier because of the onset of magic boosting the hormonal activity, yet that
knowledge did little to stop him from thinking about how soft they felt. He
tried to occlude his thoughts and clear his mind, yet Mistress Narcissa's
warning rang in his ears, saying mastery of the mind arts was impossible as a
teenager because of all the hormones. It fully dawned on him how impossible it
was at this moment. Their soft bodies moulded to his form, their small panting
breaths washing over his neck, sending shivers traveling down his back. He
could smell the fruity shampoo they used for their hair as well as the scent he
distinctly recognized as theirs.
Susan thought she was going to pass out as she breathed in his musk, feeling
her body react to the magic radiating from the boy, no, right now she could
only think of him as a young man. She knew her face was as red as a cherry and
she could feel herself heating up, not only from the shared body heat but from
the way Harry felt against her. A quick glance at Hannah showed her just as
red, panting softly against his skin. Harry shifted slightly, making her
impressive Bones bust grind against his chest. She felt her breath hitch as her
nipples hardened, trying desperately to think of something else. The alarmed
shouts from the corridor made her jump, inadvertently rubbing her thigh against
his crotch. Her face became even redder as he heard a stifled groan from Harry,
her heartbeat increasing even further. Without thinking about the repercussions
she tried to manoeuvre her leg away, shifting and rotating her hips to make
room.
Harry couldn't hold in the stifled groan that slipped past his lips as he felt
Susan's thigh push against him. His Occlumency crashed and burned when to his
horror Susan started shifting and rubbing her hips against his crotch.
He hissed "Susan!" through clenched teeth. She didn't seem to be paying
attention and kept trying to make room where there was none. Grabbing her lower
back in panic he pressed her against him to make her stop, sharply hissing
"Susan!" again.
She looked up, somewhat startled at his reaction.
"Would you please stop doing that?"
Susan was about to answer when she felt his very clear reaction pushing against
her thigh, becoming harder by the second.
"Oh." She gulped.
"Yeah."
Hannah realized what had happened and started to giggle softly; making Susan
feel like her blush was spreading all the way down to her toes. She tried to
think of anything besides the very large, very hot rod poking against her.
"I'm, uh, sorry, Harry."
Harry cleared his throat and glanced towards the corridor, seeing practically
the entire school standing out there. No chance of leaving any time soon then,
Merlin help him.
"Krhm, it's fine, just uh, try not to move so much alright?"
Susan ignored Hannah's loud snort and mumbled a soft "Yeah", looking anywhere
but at his face.
Harry's attempts to ignore the sensations were failing miserably, he could
smell a light scent of strawberry in the air and had to mentally stop himself
before he leaned down and sniffed the girl's hair. The heat in the alcove
seemed like it was increasing by the minute and the small shifts Susan made had
him biting his tongue to stifle his sounds. It didn't help that he knew that
the girls were most certainly excited; the thin Hogwarts robes did little to
hide the erect nipples rubbing against his chest. He wasn't really certain at
what point they had switched from just close friends to...something more. It
felt like the temperature in the closed space was increasing by the second, his
cock insistently pushing against Susan's soft flesh.
He let out a deep sigh of relief as he heard Dumbledore dismiss everyone in the
corridor. When the teachers finally left with a petrified Mrs Norris, the
flustered trio stumbled out of the alcove. Susan could barely look at him
without glancing at his crotch, her flush easily reaching past her neck. Hannah
on the other hand was just as red but kept giggling softly.
Harry tried to keep a dignified air about himself as he started towards the
Hufflepuff dorms.
"Right then, lets uh, head back to the common room."
He tried to ignore the way Hannah's giggles seemed to become louder as he
stiffly lead the way. The girls luckily seemed to have calmed down a bit by the
time they arrived, trying to slip into the common room unseen. That is until
Zacharias Smith noticed them.
"Hey! Where have you guys been?"
Most of the house turned to them and Harry felt his mind freeze as he opened
his mouth, what in Merlin's name was he supposed to say. It didn't help that
Susan flushed completely red again as Hannah exploded into laughter.
"Uhh, just walked back from the feast."
He got the most sceptical look he had ever seen as Zacharias looked between him
and the two girls. Susan ran up to her room with a laughing Hannah following at
a more sedate pace, holding her belly and seeming to stumble slightly in her
mirth.
"Riiight." He didn't need pureblood training to recognize the disbelief in
Zacharias's voice.
The people staring at the girls turned back to watching him as he feebly
gestured towards his room.
"Right uh, long day, going to call it a night. Good night!"
He heard more than a few snorts as he quickly slipped up to his dorm. His mind
was whirling with images of Susan and Hannah and he could feel his erection
returning again. Deciding he could use a cold shower instead of attempting to
rub one out, one never knew when one of his dorm mates might enter; he dropped
his clothes and headed to the bathroom. The cool water helped clear his
thoughts as he relaxed against the wall. He was startled to realize that today
had been Halloween. Harry couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping; the girls sure
did a fantastic job of distracting him, even if all of it wasn't exactly
planned. His bright mood crumbled when he considered what had lead them to the
alcove.
That weird, unnatural whispery voice. Neither of girls seemed to have heard it,
yet he could clearly make out the words. He decided to approach the problem
logically. It was not a case of madness as the voice clearly led them to the
petrified cat. He could make out the words clearly yet Susan had described it
as a leaking gas valve. A magical language then…a hissing magical language. His
mood plummeted like a rock as he remembered his discussion with Mistress
Andromeda.
"I have been studying what you had in your scar."
That certainly got his attention; they had agreed to never use the word
'Horcrux' in public in case someone managed to overhear it. A simple precaution
that could potentially save them from a huge headache.
"Anything of interest?"
"No. Sadly your situation is very unique and its long-term effects are almost
impossible to predict. I do however strongly suspect it will have some effect
on you; the shard was in you for such a long time. It had ten years of time
where it was connected to both your magic and soul and it would honestly be
more surprising if there were no consequences at all."
"What kind of consequences?"
"Hard to tell, if you develop a problem with your magic is it because of the
influence from the shard or would you have had it regardless? If you master an
obscure magical talent or develop a magical gift is it because of the shard or
was it simply in your blood?"
Parse tongue. He could see no other logical explanation. Knowing sleep would be
impossible in his current state he donned his robes and invisibility cloak, he
needed to see Mistress Andromeda.
Slipping out of the common room with a silencing spell and the cloak was
ridiculously easy and only minutes later he found himself outside of her room.
He whispered his personal password and slipped in, dropping the cloak as he
entered. Knowing she'd be alerted when he entered he simply waited for her to
arrive.
She walked in wearing a sheer night gown that did nothing to hide her nudity
underneath, her pale skin shining in the soft light. She seemed to instantly
see through his expression and waved him towards the sofa.
"What's wrong Harry?"
She sat down next to him as he explained the story, running her hand through
his hair to comfort him; it was obvious something had greatly disturbed him.
When he finished she simply smiled at him,
"That's great."
"W-w-what?"
"Harry, being a parselmouth is good. It means you have access to another
language, another form of magic. If anything you should be happy, you got
something very useful out of the scar after all."
"But, it's from…him."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. You are related to the Blacks and have some of their
blood in your veins. Maybe the scar simple reinforced something that might have
come naturally to you. Maybe it played no part. Maybe it gave you the gift
directly. It matters little, what matters is that you have access to a part of
the magical arsenal that distinguished the Dark Lord from everyone else."
Seeing that he had calmed down a bit she took out her wand.
"We should confirm the talent. Serpensortia."
A small dark green snake slipped out of her wand and landed on the floor. It
turned towards them and hissed out what sounded like an irritated "What do you
want?". Harry looked at the snake and then at her and she smiled encouragingly,
"Go on, talk to it."
He nervously cleared his throat before rasping out "do you understand me?"
Harry saw the way Mistress Andromeda flinched at the voice and he realized it
wasn't English he was speaking.
"A speaker! Yesss I understand you, what do you need?"
Harry swallowed nervously and vanished the snake with a muttered "Evanesco" and
a quick flick of his wand, it was confirmed then. He felt her hand in his hair
and slowly exhaled, leaning towards her touch.
"This is good news Harry. Yet…you must remember this must be kept secret."
He looked at her and nodded, he had figured that out as well. Not only was it a
possible magical trump card but it also carried a hefty stigma in the Wizarding
world. Voldemort had done little to improve the way parsemouths were perceived.
"Turns out I was quite right when I called you a silver tongue."
Harry chuckled at the dry humour before sobering quickly.
"If what I heard was a snake talking earlier..."
Mistress Andromeda nodded,
"Yes, that is far more troubling than your gift. I would not recommend
wandering alone in the castle this year Harry."
Seeing his nod she continued,
"Now, were your dorm mates asleep before you left?
Seeing his guilty look she prodded on,
"Did you leave a decoy before you left?"
A slight flush covered his cheeks. She sighed before quickly giving him a note
about where he was in case he got into trouble.
"Run along then, this is not a good night for you to be caught outside of the
dorm."
Harry nodded and moved towards the door. Before he leaving he turned around and
bowed deeply,
"Thank you Mistress…for everything."
She just smiled at him, "You know you can come to me about anything, hurry to
your dorm now."
He smiled and slipped out the door. As soon as he was gone her smile slipped
and she summoned Hogwarts: A History into her hands. The more she read about
the chamber of secrets the more severe her expression turned. She knew quite
well Voldemort loved to call himself the Heir of Slytherin.
Chapter 33
Harry idly played with bristles of his Nimbus 2001 as he listened to Preece
attempt to rally the team in the dressing room. It was time for the second
Quidditch match of the year, Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw. He knew he should
probably be nervous, but somehow it just wasn't happening, the only feeling in
his mind was restrained excitement. He loved flying and he loved being in the
air, up there no one and nothing could touch him, he was in complete control of
his every action, a feeling he was starting to enjoy more and more, on the
ground as well as in the air.
He chuckled softly as he heard Lee Jordan's exuberant shouts; the boy drove
McGonagall around the bend but was very entertaining to listen to.
"Hufflepufffff!"
Standing up he made his way out with the team, his magic thrumming in his
fingers. The shouts of the crowd washed over him as they mounted their brooms
and did a lap in formation, greeting the spectators.
"Lead by captain Malcolm Preece we have, O'Flaherty, McManus, Rickett, Fleet,
Diggory and Potterrrrr!"
Jordan's booming voice drew huge cheers from the Hufflepuff section. Their
loyalty to their own house was exemplary and the entire house always showed up
for the Quidditch games.
The game came as a welcome stress relief for the entire school; things had been
rather tense ever since Colin Creevey was petrified. Dumbledore had tried to
convince people things were under control but few had believed him. Mistress
Andromeda had taken leave after the petrification of Creevey, saying she had a
hunch what was causing the issues but needed to confirm it.
"Let's keep the game clean gents and ladies."
His thoughts were interrupted as Madam Hooch released the Bludgers and the
Snitch before throwing the Quaffle into the air, signifying the start of the
game. He shot off like a rocket, his magic feeding the broom for maximum
performance as he reached the Quaffle first. He didn't even slow down as he
grabbed it, weaving past the Ravenclaw chaser team and doing a quick feint
right before scoring a fast goal, catching the keeper flatfooted with his
acceleration.
"Would you look at that, the Ravenclaw beaters didn't even get to the balls
before Potter scored!"
A second of silence hit before a massive cheer erupted from the Hufflepuff
section.
The game was on. Harry was in a trance as he weaved through both players and
bludgers, his blood sang in his veins as he jerked the broom up and intercepted
a pass made by their chasers. The beaters were instantly targeting him but he
spiralled past the bludgers not even paying attention to which side was up or
down. It was in his blood, the freedom of the air, the power of the broom and
his own will to guide it. The keeper tried to anticipate his direction but his
sudden changes of movement was already giving him grey hairs. A bludger
rocketed towards him but compared to the spells of Madam Bones they might as
well be moving underwater. He dodged under the bludger and threw the Quaffle at
the same second, distracting the keeper just long enough for it to slip in past
his fingers.
"Are you looking at this Wood? You better have a plan ready."
Harry glanced at the Gryffindor captain and saw him writing down line after
line on a piece of parchment while practically foaming at the mouth. He almost
felt sorry for their team, guessing Wood was going to drill them into the
ground. Sensing someone heading for him he quickly ducked, barely dodging
Jeremy Stretton, a burly sixth year Ravenclaw that clearly attempted to foul
him. The man spat at him as he missed before he clearly and deliberately
clipped O'Flaherty over the head with his boot. The Irish girl barely managed
to keep a hold of her broom as she stabilized her flight, wobbling all over the
pitch.
"FOUL! Blatching by Ravenclaw; penalty for Hufflepuff."
Loud boos rolled over the pitch and Harry saw Roger Davies, another Ravenclaw
chaser berate Stretton. He felt his magic raging as he watched the cowardly
bastard, he missed him so he went for a girl instead, something that was
guaranteed to get you on Harry's bad side. Normally he wouldn't have been as
bothered but Maxine had helped him a lot with chasing, helping him build
techniques and strength. Had her grip slipped on the broom she could have been
terribly injured. His blood practically thrummed for revenge as he watched him
grin at Hooch. A noble Gryffindor might have turned the other cheek but that
was not Harry, he was going to crush the bastard.
There's a reason he was placed into Hufflepuff instead of the other three
houses. His ambition for power and parseltongue ability could have easily
pushed him into Slytherin, his love for learning new spells might have pushed
him into Ravenclaw and his sheer bravery might have pushed him into Gryffindor.
But his strongest trait and perhaps his most terrifying one, was his loyalty,
once given it could not be broken. Maxine O'Flaherty had earned his friendship
by helping him out of kindness and that little shit had fucked with her,
leaving little doubt in his mind that he was going to retaliate.
He barely paid attention as he took the penalty, with no one interfering he
easily faked out the keeper and scored another ten points for Hufflepuff, much
to the crowds' pleasure. When the game continued he carefully waited until
Stretton had the Quaffle and felt a cold grin settle on his face as he saw him
catch the ball. He sped up straight towards the bigger sixth year, making no
attempts at changing his course. Stretton saw him coming and just smirked in
return, expecting to smash him out of his way. Harry felt his magic pulsing
under his skin as he sped up further, his magic coiling around his body,
strengthening his smaller frame while his velocity kept increasing. The very
second before impact he angled his knee with Stretton's chest and his elbow
with his face.
While a normal person would have been knocked out of the way of the bigger
object; that was not what happened here. Harry's elbow smashed past his guard
crushing his nose while his knee drove deep into his ribs, cracking two of them
as he was thrown off his broom. He barely had a second to realize what was
happening before he smashed into the far side wall and crumpled into a pile on
the pitch. His leg gave an audible snap as he fell on it, the sound easily
traveling across the pitch.
Hooch's whistle blew and Harry gave an innocent shrug towards her, pointing
towards the Quaffle.
"FOUL! Blatching by Hufflepuff, penalty for Ravenclaw."
She might have wanted to give a harsher penalty but by waiting for him to have
possession of the Quaffle it was seen as a legitimate attempt to steal it, even
if it was far too violent.
"Ooh, would you look at that, Potter was clearly not happy with the little
stunt Stretton pulled."
Some of the spectators looked rather stunned at the violence as Stretton was
being carted away by an irate Madam Pomfrey, but others remembered that this
was not the first time something similar had happened. More than one person had
seen the bathroom and the remains of the troll that had attempted to injure
Granger and his run in with Malfoy had fed school rumours for months.
The lesson was becoming rather clear, attacks against his friends lead to
brutal retaliation.
"Do not worry Madam Pomfrey, I, Gilderoy Lockhart shall fix this little bruise
in a heartbeat."
All eyes turned to Lockhart as he did a bunch of loops with his wand before
mumbling something unintelligible and pointing his wand towards Stretton's leg.
Much to Harry's amusement the entire leg went slack and Pomfrey started loudly
berating his idiocy for attempting medical spells without knowledge or talent
to perform them. Harry grinned at verbal assault the man was receiving; he had
quickly stopped asking Harry to demonstrate chapters of his books in his class
after Harry asked some rather uncomfortable questions about how the man could
be in two places at once. When he wondered if Madam Bones might know the answer
the man had stopped asking him anything at all. Dirty incompetent fraud.
Preece signalled Diggory to fly to him,
"Catch the fucking snitch fast, no point attempting to milk more points out of
this game as I think it's going to get dirty."
Diggory just nodded and started actively scouring the pitch for the snitch
again. The Ravenclaw bludgers were almost exclusively being aimed at Harry now
and he was given free rein to hunt for the elusive golden ball. Luckily only
few minutes later he caught the snitch, ending the game with a decisive 410 to
110 score. Hufflepuff cheered wildly as they flew a quick victory lap before
heading to the dressing rooms. Before they split up Maxine flew over to Harry
and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her freckled face flushed from the exercise.
"Thank you."
Harry just shrugged,
"Just tried to get the Quaffle."
"Sure you did, thank you either way."
He smiled at her and went to wash up; missing the multitude of venomous glares
being directed at Maxine from the Hufflepuff section. She noticed them and just
grinned in return, she could almost taste the jealousy in the air.
XXX
It was a groggy Harry Potter that walked down to breakfast the next day, the
party the evening before had been great but he should probably avoid going all
out on the firewhiskey someone had smuggled there in the future. Still it had
been fun, even if Maxine spent the entire evening flirting with him whenever he
was close to Susan and Hannah, making both of them fairly pissed off. After
that they were pretty much glued to his side all night, not that he minded to
be honest. The awkwardness of what had happened under his invisibility cloak
seemed to be simply ignored by them both, though he did spot Susan staring at
his crotch every now and then, flushing every time he caught her. Maxine's
smirk when she did flirt let him know she was doing it on purpose and he could
definitively appreciate a good prank. He munched on his breakfast in peace
before spotting Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis leaving the Slytherin table.
Quickly standing up he muttered a quick "be right back" before walking over to
them.
Daphne saw Potter coming, marching determinedly towards them and raised her
eyebrows in question while she grabbed Tracey and nodded towards the boy.
Potter nodded his head towards the door and they walked out of the great hall,
turning towards him in question. Standing this close to him she had to admit he
was pretty intimidating, he was among the tallest boys in their year but it
wasn't really about height, it was more about a presence he projected. To her
surprise he reached out a hand,
"Hey, Harry Potter, nice to meet you."
Her pureblood habit kicked in, overriding her surprise as she offered a hand,
pleasantly surprised when he kissed it.
"Daphne Greengrass, pleasure to meet you too."
Tracey repeated her greeting and they both stood waiting for what the boy might
want. Daphne tried to avoid shaking her hand, she could feel his magic
lingering in it and it felt quite pleasant to be honest. Pleasantly powerful as
well.
"I would like to broaden my horizons and get to know some of the people from
other Houses. Would the two of you be interested in joining our study group
sometimes, we usually meet in the Library after dinner?"
Well, this was not what she was expecting. She carefully thought it over;
fraternizing with a Hufflepuff could lead to some issues in her house. On the
other hand few would dare to actually do anything about it and it was after all
Potter she was associating with. The boy was practically a mystery to everyone
in the school, performing whatever spell they were assigned on his first try
and with perfection every single time.
He was also incredibly private, always polite but rarely telling anyone
anything about himself. Yet those that had his trust were nigh untouchable
these days. She knew Malfoy loved to pretend like he ruled their year but some
had noticed he never attempted to bully or harass Potter. Or Granger, Bones or
Abbott for that matter. Their altercation during the first year had obviously
scared the shit out of him and the subsequent actions of Potter against both
the troll last year and Strettson yesterday had only furthered that image.
That's not even considering the rumours regarding their DADA Professor suddenly
disappearing at the end of the year with Potter in the hospital wing. The
general impression most had gotten seemed to be that touching what Potter
considered under his protection was costly, in more ways than one.
Then there was the issue about his heritage and his tutoring from a Black
sister. No, there was no question about her answer here; Potter was a key
player that would only grow larger during the years. Whatever she risked she
also gained if she managed to gain his protection like the other girls had. She
was Slytherin for a reason, ambition was in her blood.
She smiled a polite smile, "Sure, sounds good, I'll come take a look."
Tracey seemed to have reached the same conclusion and was only waiting for her
response before also accepting the invitation.
Potter gave a smile that she had to admit was rather attractive, all that power
and mystery packed into a Hufflepuff of all things.
"Nice, I'll see you guys around then."
He gave a little wave before walking back into the great hall, presumably to
finish his breakfast. It was Tracey that spoke first.
"Well, that was interesting."
"Indeed, do you think he merely wants to broaden his horizons?"
"No, he has an agenda. However that agenda might profit us."
"Yes, he will be powerful."
Tracey only nodded in return, staring at the hand he had kissed. Daphne knew
what she was doing, she could still feel his lingering magic around her own
hand as well; it was hard to explain but felt like a warm comforting liquid,
packed with static electricity, she could practically feel the power buzzing
around her digits.
"He did that on purpose."
Daphne nodded, giving a little smirk.
"He knows how to attract a Slytherin. Power."
Harry was in a good mood for the rest of the day, that is until his reading was
interrupted by a Patronus message.
"We need to talk."
Harry instantly recognized Mistress Andromeda's voice and packed his things,
she had been gone for almost a month and to be honest he missed her quite a
bit. She was by far the most important figure in his life, the one that had
turned the boy from Surrey into what he was today. He gave the familiar
password as he reached her door, slipping into her pleasantly warm room.
He spotted her sitting on the couch, clad in a comfortable silky black robe
while sipping on a glass of white wine.
"Hey Harry, have a seat."
"Hello Mistress, glad you're back."
She smiled as she gave him a small hug in greeting before her face became
serious again.
"My research was twofold but I think I was quite successful in my endeavours.
First of all, the beast that roams the castle is most likely a basilisk. The
strong petrification combined with a complete lack of bite marks easily narrows
that list down. The lack of skin or lip damage also indicates it's not a
spitting type of snake which only leaves the basilisk gaze as the culprit."
She took a sip of wine before continuing,
"Now the bad news is that the only indications of a basilisk roaming Hogwarts
date back to the time of the founders. If it's truly Slytherin's basilisk then
we are dealing with a monster that is likely to able to swallow a man whole,
having had centuries, no, perhaps even a millennia of time to grow."
"Shit."
She gave him a look at his swearing that made him twitch but continued
regardless,
"The good news however, has to do with your gift. Whereas snakes hiss by
forcing air through a small opening to the trachea at the back of the mouth,
humans obviously lack the physiology to replicate this ability. To compensate a
parselmouth uses magic to modify their breath and vibrate the tongue to form
individual words in parseltongue. In other words, by speaking parseltongue you
channel magic through your mouth, something I know you have been struggling
with."
Harry had wide eyes at this, channelling magic through his hands was almost
subconscious at this point, but attempting to force it through his mouth had
always ended in failure.
"Now, I want you to imagine a snake in your mind and talking to it, but make
sure you identify the way the magic flows through your mouth. A snake charmer
from India told me that with sufficient practice you will be able to modify
your own voice, even when talking other languages. Things like volume, calming
effects, coercion, perhaps even whispering across the room to specific people.
Magic is your limit as you are in essence channelling magic through your
voice."
"Umm, does that mean that Voldemort can also do all this?"
"Perhaps. People said that his voice alone could strike fear into the hearts of
witches and wizards, whether that was because of his obvious power and
presence, or if it was aided by his parseltongue is unknown. You would do well
to assume that he knows how to do it though, the Dark Lord is not a wizard to
be underestimated at any point. You may publicly ridicule him but do not for a
second forget that if it wasn't for the ingenuity and sacrifice of your mother
protecting you, he would rule Britain today."
She folded her long legs under her on the sofa before giving a small smile,
"Now enough of that, I want you to practice. Power and abilities are useless
unless you have control over them, you have a new ability, ergo you must learn
to control it to perfection."
Harry nodded before closing his eyes, trying to imagine the snake he spoke to
earlier in his mind.
"Like thisss?"
"You are speaking parseltongue now Harry, focus on the feeling."
Harry mumbled nonsensical sentences while focusing on the way his magic felt.
He could feel the warmth in his chest as he spoke, spreading softly through his
throat and ending in his tongue. He tried to hold on to the feeling when he
stopped speaking and realized it came almost naturally now that he recognized
it. He didn't have the slightest idea how to modify it though. Keeping the
magic steady he opened his eyes and tried to speak to Mistress Andromeda.
"Can you hear me?"
"Still parseltongue Harry, focus on the words in your mind while keeping the
magic steady."
"Like thisss?"
He recognized the English words he spoke but it sounded like he had a small
lisp, dragging the words. The way his tongue vibrated as he spoke simply felt
strange.
"Like this?"
The feeling felt foreign, like he was fighting something but the smile that lit
up Mistress Andromeda's face was well worth it.
"Excellent Harry, no matter how you got the gift it is clear it's a part of
you. Your easy grasp of it speaks volumes. This also brings more credence to
the stories referring to Salazar Slytherin as a 'forked tongue' or 'silver
tongue'. No doubt a man with full mastery over this ability would make a
terrifyingly charismatic orator."
A large grin spread across her face as she put down her glass of wine and
pushed Harry down on his back on the wide sofa.
"My research also led me to other stories about the fabled parseltongue,
including a member of the Wizengamot that overheard his wife discussing the
incredible oral talents of a parselmouth."
She crawled over him, lifting her dark robes to expose the fact that she was
going commando, obviously preparing for this moment. Having to go a whole month
without any release had been surprisingly frustrating for her, having regular
orgasms had never played a part in her life before, mostly because of her
unfulfilling marriage, but now that she was used to it she was loath to give it
up.
She placed her knees on both sides of his head, framing his face with her pale
firm thighs.
"Apparently this Wizengamot member spoke to his colleagues regarding what he
had heard and together they unanimously agreed that this must in fact be a very
dark ability that allows parselmouths to so ensnare women. Never mind their own
neglect of their wives."
She let out a small sigh of appreciation as she lowered her hairless mound to
his mouth, feeling soft kisses and licks start to caress her lips.
"They could not find enough proof to make it illegal but they did manage to
spread the rumour about the 'darkness of the art'."
A small giggle escaped her lips, "Always remember that Harry, jealousy can
drive men, and women for that matter, to do the most petty and cruel things."
Harry nodded slowly before using the flat of his tongue to take a big lick over
her smooth pussy. He could taste her musk and it was clear she was excited to
finally experience his mouth again. Laying small kisses and licks around her
puffy lips he could smell her arousal increasing as her slit got wetter. Moving
forward he slipped his tongue between her lips, her taste flooding his mouth as
he gently probed her tight channel. He didn't really mind his Mistress taste,
the pleasure he knew he gave her more than made up for the small inconvenience.
He sucked one of her lips into his mouth, gently suckling the juices from her
skin and making her moan in delight.
"Oh Merlin, one month without this has been far too long. Keep going Harry!"
He chuckled against her drenched pussy, sending pleasant vibrations through her
hips. Deciding to try his new ability he placed his tongue against her
prominent clit and gathered his magic into his throat. He hissed out a mental
'Mistress' and could feel his magic flooding his mouth, making his tongue
vibrate to simulate the foreign language. Mistress Andromeda jumped in shock at
the feeling, letting out a surprised gasp of pleasure. She quickly lowered
herself back to his mouth and Harry tried pushing more magic through his tongue
like he was used to doing with his hands. His tongue spasmed over her sensitive
bundle of nerves and he could feel more magic leaking through, inflaming her
senses as she desperately grabbed his hair to stay put.
"Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, this makes all the research worth it, don't stop Harry!"
He had no intention of doing that, enjoying the way her pale thighs quivered
around his face as her hips ground him into the sofa. He sucked her clit into
his mouth as he let more of magic loose while pressing his tongue against it,
making her gasp out loud before wildly twitching against his face, moaning and
gasping as her orgasm hit like never before. His magic felt like gentle
electricity, teasing every nerve and inflaming her senses. Her juices flooded
him as he kept the suction up; prolonging her orgasm while sucking down her
taste.
"Ohhhhhhhhh sweet Merlin's ball sack!"
She finally slumped against his face making him release her nub with an audible
pop and pull back his magic. She seemed to be riding a euphoric high, giggling
and twitching as he gently licked her folds clean, her legs too jelly-like to
remove herself from his face. Taking deep breaths she could finally move again
and practically fell off him before lying down on the sofa.
"Haha…ha...wow…So worth it. You might dislike your gift Harry but rest assured,
any woman who experiences it will feel quite the opposite; that was
exceptional."
Harry was surprised when she nodded off, falling asleep with a small grin on
her face. He guessed the month of traveling combined with her sudden release
made her relax enough to simply pass out. He couldn't help mirroring her grin
as he picked her up and carried her to her bed, whatever issues he might have
had with his ability had melted away like snow in the spring sun when he
understood the benefits.
Chapter 34
Harry walked into the great hall with a small frown on his face; this supposed
duelling club could be a great thing if it was led by someone like Flitwick who
was an acclaimed duellist, but his gut told him that was not going to be the
case. He had learned to trust his gut and had his trust once again rewarded
when he watched Lockhart prance up on the stage, his shiny grin sparkling in
the candlelight.
"Fuck."
His muttering wasn't as quiet as he thought when Hannah elbowed him in the gut
with a small grin on her face.
"Shush Harry; this might turn out to be fun."
He gave her a highly sceptical look but she just kept grinning and nodded
towards the stage where Snape had just entered. Harry felt a small vindictive
smirk tug at his lips, if they got a demonstration then this evening might not
turn out to be a complete waste of time after all. He might not like Snape but
he knew the man completely outclassed Lockhart. He frowned at that thought, he
was fairly certain half of Hogwarts outclassed Lockhart, not a very comforting
thing considering he was supposed to be their teacher.
"Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Good, good, I, Gilderoy Lockhart,
Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League
and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award have decided
to impart some of my extensive duelling knowledge to you students. Professor
Snape has been kind enough to agree to participate in a small exhibition to
show you what you will be learning."
Harry glanced at Snape and saw a disturbing gleam in his eyes and could barely
keep a smile from forming. This evening might be quite alright after all.
"Severus would you be kind enough and take your position?"
"But of course Gilderoy."
Lockhart's smile slipped slightly as even he could make out the small
undertones of malice in Snape's voice. He cleared his throat nervously,
"Right then, let us give these students a little show, nothing too dangerous of
course; I wouldn't want to hurt you after all."
"How very kind of you Gilderoy." One could almost taste the sarcasm in his
voice.
"Yes well, let's start, three, two, one, go!"
Lockhart threw out what looked like a sickly Stupefy, both underpowered and
shoddily cast. Snape didn't even twitch as the spell flew past him before
replying with a silent and clearly overpowered Expelliarmus, throwing Lockhart
off the stage and into the wall. Harry could see more than one wide grin among
the male students; Lockhart had quite the talent to manage to become even more
disliked than Snape. Lockhart stumbled to his feet, his feet wobbling slightly
as he climbed back on the stage.
"Yes well, what an excellently cast Disarming Charm. I obviously let the spell
hit me to show our students what such a spell does."
Snape only sneered in return, not bothering to deign him with an answer.
"If we could have a pair of students up here to demonstrate another duel that
would be great, it would be good to showcase the difference between teacher and
student. Perhaps we could use..."
Snape's eyes gleamed before he cut in,
"Good idea Lockhart, how about Draco Malfoy and ... Harry Potter."
Harry frowned in surprise; Snape had kept himself professional in class so he
stuck to Mistress Narcissa's orders of treating him with aloof politeness. He
obviously had some sort of plan here, either to humiliate him or something
worse, he had little doubt this was a set-up. Still, backing out at this point
would make him look glaringly weak and was simply not an option. Harry swore
softly as he walked up to the stage, vaulting on top of it with athletic ease,
he needed to be prepared for anything. He eased his wand out with practiced
hands and frowned as he watched Snape lean down and whisper something to
Malfoy.
Lockhart stepped in between them,
"Alright lads, gives us a nice show, three, two, one, go!"
Harry cursed mentally as he watched Malfoy blatantly cheat and begin his spell
before the countdown; he should have been expecting that.
"Serpensortia!"
A thick black mamba landed in front of his feet, surprising him by the spell
choice as well by the complexity. This was advanced transfiguration,
conjuration even, something a second year should not be capable of. The snake
was staring out at the crowd and Harry was about to open his mouth to insult
Malfoy for his reckless choice of spells when he realized his mouth was
flooding with swirling magic. He shut his jaw with an audible click, realizing
that the presence of the snake was automatically making him resort to
parseltongue. His temper flared as he started piecing together the purpose of
the duel as well as the choice of spells. Cursing again he forced himself to
stay away from parseltongue and grunted out "Incarcifors!"
If his opponent would use transfiguration then so would he, Incarsifors was a
similar spell to Incarcerous except that it transformed a nearby object into a
prison for the target. He quickly closed the black snake into a cage made of
transfigured stage floor, yet his fumbling with the language had again delayed
him as Malfoy shouted out a quick "Stupefy!"
Suitably enraged at his tactic Harry didn't bother holding back in the least,
slipping into the duelling stance Madam Bones had drilled into him. He parried
the spell with contempt and flicked it straight towards Snape's face, feeling a
brief flash of satisfaction as he watched the man's eyes widen in surprise and
anger. A soft gasp went through the crowd, few of them recognizing the advanced
duelling skill. He continued his wand motion with a muttered Expelliarmus,
letting his magic bleed into the spell like he did during the summer. The speed
and precision of the spell left Malfoy no chance to dodge and the soft crack
that echoed in the hall let him know he had broken Malfoy's wrist as the boy
was sent sailing off the stage. The brief moment of silence was broken by
cheers from the Hufflepuff section, followed shortly by polite applause from
the other two houses.
Hopping off the stage he sent a sneer at a red faced Snape that had easily
blocked his spell. That fucker had clearly planned this, either by direction of
Dumbledore or out of his own volition. Mistress Andromeda had warned the
teachers the beast was a basilisk but had refused to explain how she knew for
certain. Dumbledore had obviously suspected that the Horcrux was the reason she
knew and that she was covering Harry's ability. This entire farce was obviously
to expose his ability; no one would begin a duel with a dangerous animal they
couldn't control, not even that idiot Malfoy. Unless he was told to do so.
He received polite nods and small smiles from Daphne and Tracey as he walked
past them, yet the calculative gleam in their eyes sent a small shiver down his
back. Showing off the fact that he could parry spells was not the smartest
thing he could have done and clearly showed that he was receiving individual
tutoring in duelling, not to mention the ease with which he had parried
indicated that he was very advanced in the art for his age. Those two had
joined their study group in a fairly frequent manner, exchanging polite
conversation while playfully digging for information. They rarely tried to hide
it though, so it didn't really bother Harry, he expected something like this
from a Slytherin. Susan and Hannah hadn't been too pleased about their
inclusion and Hermione had been nervous in the presence of Slytherins. The
Slytherin girls had however made no comments about Hermione's blood or
heritage, either because they didn't believe in blood purity or because they
knew such comments would get them kicked out of the group very quickly. Still,
Harry had to admit he enjoyed their quick wit and biting sarcasm, it didn't
hurt that they were quite the attractive pair as well.
The pitiful girly moans of Malfoy brought him out of his thoughts and he had to
occlude his mind to keep a vindictive smirk off his face. If the boy wanted to
fuck with him he should be prepared for payback.
"Good job Harry" Susan leaned closer to whisper into his ear, "Auntie would be
pleased."
Harry just grinned in return, if there was one family who might dislike the
Malfoys more than the Weasleys it was the Bones. Madam Bones suspected Lucius
Malfoy had played a part in the raid on Susan's parents' house but had never
been able to prove it, as he had slipped out of her grasp by bribing those
above her and pleading the Imperius curse. Harry was fairly certain that if she
got the opportunity to arrest him again there would be an unfortunate fatal
accident during the apprehension.
Lockhart paired them off and had them do some shielding and disarming
exercises, yet when he tried to walk around and instruct people he either got
it wrong or went off tangent talking about some fantastical adventure he had
experienced. Harry ignored the man and tried to help the Hufflepuff's nearby,
his girls could already perform the spells and this was a good opportunity to
improve his reputation, something Mistress Andromeda always pushed him to do.
The students listened surprisingly attentively to him, or well, perhaps it
wasn't that surprising. He was already known as a prodigy and his earlier duel
against Malfoy had been rather convincing. A few of the first, second and third
year muggleborn or half-blood girls also suspected the reason they hadn't been
subjected to bullying from the Slytherins was his presence in Hufflepuff.
It was a rather downtrodden Lockhart that sent them to their dorms that night;
his performance hadn't exactly won him any new admirers.
XXX
The very next day Harry's hopes of a relaxing day were crushed when
Dumbledore's voice echoed in the castle during their Charms lesson, ordering
all students to their common rooms.
"What you reckon this is about then?"
Harry shrugged at Hannah, he honestly didn't have the foggiest, yet being sent
to their dorms in the middle of day wasn't a good sign, especially with a
potentially huge snake loose. He hadn't told the girls about the reptile out of
fear that Susan would feel obligated to tell her Aunt, which would then have
led to an investigation and the ousting of his parseltongue ability. If
Dumbledore kept it quiet, then who was he to be blamed for doing the same? He
didn't personally mind the ability anymore, yet he most certainly did not want
it plastered all over official papers and thus spread to the press. He had
however made all of them, even Hermione; promise to always move together as a
group in the castle, something they were more than happy to agree with. That
didn't mean he liked the situation, especially not after Mistress Andromeda
told him someone had been slaughtering all the school roosters.
They slumped into one of the yellow sofas in the corner, the girls flanking him
on both sides as had become their habit. They didn't have to wait long until an
irate Professor Sprout entered the common room, striding into the middle where
everyone could see her.
"All classes today are cancelled, there has been another... incident. Justin
Fitch-Fletchley from our House and the Gryffindor Ghost have been petrified. Do
not leave your common rooms."
Harry swore softly, what was Dumbledore playing at? He had been informed about
the beast and should have proximity and danger wards all over the castle,
alerting him if anyone placed a foot wrong.
"Justin was muggleborn."
He glanced at Susan, trying to swallow the bile that had bubbled up in his
throat at her whispered comment. Hermione was alone in Gryffindor, he tried to
escort her around as much as possible and convince her to stay with groups, yet
she often ended up roaming alone as she stayed in the library far longer than
her year mates. He could feel his magic straining under his skin, if that snake
went for her he was going to make himself a new pair of boots out of its skin.
"Fuck."
The girls didn't even bother correcting his language this time; they found the
word strangely appropriate.
"Good thing we're getting out of this castle in three days."
He found himself agreeing with Hannah, it was December the 18th, he was looking
forward to a Christmas at Susan's.
"Hermione is staying in the castle over the holidays."
"What?!"
Harry stared in disbelief at Susan, why in Merlin's name would she stay in the
castle at a time like this?
"Something her parents having to attend a conference in America and not having
time; I invited her over to the Manor but she said she didn't want to intrude.
She had also apparently promised to help some people from her year with an
academic project."
Harry grumbled softly; not happy with the situation at all. If it was his own
home he was inviting her to, he would maybe have been able to convince her, but
it was very rude of him to attempt to invite someone else to the Bones Manor.
"Maybe I should stay in the castle just in case…"
A small smile played on Susan's face as she let out an amused sigh.
"Sure Harry, after you convince her that you should skip out on your own
Christmas to protect weak little Hermione, you can explain to Professor Tonks
why you should stay in the castle to do the Professors job for them. Of course
that's after you explain to Auntie why you're backing out and leaving us to
spend Christmas without you, especially after accepting the invitation."
Harry swallowed audibly, yeah that didn't sound like it was going to go over
too well. In fact he was fairly certain at least one of them would hex him if
he attempted to push that agenda.
"Right, well…maybe we shouldn't change our plans after all."
Hannah snorted at his hesitant response, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.
"Excellent idea Harry."
XXX
Harry climbed on board the Hogwarts Express after extracting a promise from an
exasperated Hermione to be careful. Her argument, that with so many students
leaving the school for the break, the odds were in her favour that the Heir had
left the castle as well, did have some merit. He pushed the thought out of his
head, Mistress Narcissa's words clear in his mind, 'do not bother your mind
over matters you have no power over'.
The train ride was peaceful, especially with Malfoy staying in the castle. The
boy had been strutting around like a peacock ever since the attacks had
started, taunting everyone he came across with few exceptions. He had heard
some of the Gryffindor boys speculate that he was the Heir of Slytherin but the
idea just made Harry laugh, the boy had neither the talent do petrify people
nor to control a basilisk, not to mention he was about as cunning as a stone,
if he was the Heir he would have been caught within a week. His arrogance was
however disturbing, especially when combined with Dobby's warning, his
strutting worryingly pointed towards something orchestrated by Lucius Malfoy.
Still, it was highly unlikely Draco knew anything significant about it; Lucius
wouldn't be stupid enough to tell his son anything important, especially not
with at least two confirmed Legilimencers in the castle. Say what you want
about the man, his cunning or ambition were not things to be underestimated.
"Harry, you would do well to be careful during the following year. Lucius might
not look the part but he is a ruthless man, if he thought the ashes of a
hundred muggleborn children gave him power; then he would happily set them all
on fire."
Mistress Narcissa's words from the summer sent a shiver down his back.
He was pulled out of thoughts as Daphne and Tracey entered their compartment.
Harry instantly stood up and hefted their luggage into the overhead
compartments with ease.
"Hello ladies."
Tracey had her usual little smirk on her face, her dark green eyes studying
him. The two girls made a rather startling contrast, both purebloods from
significant families, yet appearance wise they were very different. Tracey had
a lithe body and was rather tall for her age, with dark brown hair and dark
green eyes, whereas Daphne was the opposite, having clearly inherited the
beauty of Amelinda Greengrass. High cheekbones raven black hair and icy clear
blue eyes. She was already showing off very prominent curves, hinting at the
woman she would grow up to be. Unlike Tracey her face was almost always kept
neutral, Harry had little doubt she had received extensive Occlumency training.
"Hello Harry, Susan, Hannah."
"Potter. Bones and Abbott." Daphne gave a small nod to the girls, receiving a
polite but cool one in return.
Tracey kept her eyes on Harry as he pushed her trunk around like a toy, making
it fit into the small space.
"You know, there are spells for that."
Harry just shrugged in return.
"I have my entire library in that trunk, it's easy to move around on wheels but
it weighs a ton."
Both the girls were now intently studying him, like a puzzle they were
determined to solve. Harry shrugged again before returning to his seat between
the Hufflepuffs.
"I'm pretty strong."
Tracey raised an eyebrow at the understatement while Hannah just snorted.
Desperate to change the subject he continued,
"So, how has your House reacted to your meetings with us?"
Tracey gave him a patronizing smirk, she knew very well what he was doing, yet
didn't bother fighting it. Trying to force information out of Harry Potter when
he didn't want to share was about as likely as improving your spell casting by
bashing your face into a wall.
"As expected. Malfoy threw a hissy fit but didn't dare to escalate it beyond
shouting and swearing. The rest of the house was mostly interested in pumping
us for information, anything solid on Harry Potter is worth quite a bit in the
dungeons."
"And what did you tell them?" There was a surprising amount of venom in Susan's
voice.
Daphne's cool voice cut in.
"Nothing. Potter is a Hufflepuff, leaking information about him would quickly
cut us off the source; we know how your house deals with treachery. Of course
we had little reason to tell them either way, they had nothing of equal value
to trade."
"And if they had something of equal value to trade?"
Daphne just shrugged, not bothering to deign her question with an answer. She
was a Slytherin and made no excuses. The action brought a small smirk to
Harry's face, it was one of the reasons he liked the aloof girl, she made no
apologies for her nature of using everything and everyone for her advantage.
Discussions with the two had already taught him much about the Slytherin
hierarchy, allegiance and power distribution, yet he had little doubt that they
had also milked a similar amount of information out of him.
It wasn't a feeling everyone in the compartment shared, Susan's innate loyalty
made her dislike the girls, she didn't like people she couldn't trust. The fact
that that Tracey bitch kept covertly flirting with Harry didn't improve her
mood either. Still, she kept her cool and stayed polite, a small hint of
admiration bubbling in her as she watched the way Harry would trade words with
the two of them, hidden meanings and implications in every sentence while they
tried to pry information out of each other. It was the first time she really
noticed the impact his tutoring had made on him, he would no doubt have been
able to fit into the Slytherin house with ease.
Glancing at Daphne she noticed her blue eyes were glued on him, the girls
seemed to become more interested in him with every conversation they had, he
was by far the strangest Hufflepuff of them all, going against every stereotype
of the naive and weak duffer. A stereotype she hated, it seemed like half of
Hogwarts had conveniently forgotten famous Hufflepuffs like Bridget Wenlock,
the Arithmancer that was the first to establish the magical properties of the
number seven, or Artemisia Lufkin, the first witch to become Minister of Magic.
That's not even mentioning Hengist of Woodcroft, the wizard who founded
Hogsmeade or as a more recent example, her own Aunt who was a Hufflepuff
through and through.
A few hours later their conversation was interrupted by the train whistle and
Harry stood up to help them with their luggage, they were approaching King's
Cross station. The young wizard acted as lineman as he cleared a path for them
through the milling crowd. The strange group of Hufflepuffs and Slytherins
still drew some stares, yet people were starting to expect the unusual from
Harry Potter.
Stepping out of the train they drew more than one long look from the families
waiting for their children, five major heirs moving together were certain to
start a rumour or two.
"Come Harry, my parents want to meet you."
"My mother has expressed similar wishes Potter."
Harry nodded at the two Slytherins, before turning to Susan.
"I'll catch up to you guys in a bit."
She frowned but nodded, not much she could really argue about, to deny their
parents request would be rather rude. Tracey led them through the milling crowd
to a couple standing near one of the benches. It was easy to see where Tracey
got her body from; both were very tall, the woman especially standing out
because of her tall stature. Dark brown hair framed an oval face with equally
brown eyes, her robe highlighting her lithe figure. Tracey's eyes were
obviously from the man, identical dark green eyes stared out from a rugged
face, the man was almost half as wide as he was tall and Harry doubted any of
that mass was fat. He remembered Tracey mention that her dad had played
professional Quidditch as a beater and it clearly showed; the man looked like
he could snap a man in two. The look the man was giving him forced him to draw
on his Occlumency, to keep from fidgeting, it was not a friendly one.
"Mum, dad, this is Harry Potter."
The woman offered her hand,
"Hello, Elise Davis, pleasure to meet you."
Harry kissed her hand by habit, earning a small approving smile from her.
"The pleasure is mine Lady Davis."
The man stepped forward, the small glint in his eyes making Harry instinctively
draw on his magic. Something he was immensely grateful for when he shook his
hand. The grip was firm from the start and the man quickly ramped up the
pressure, his meaty hand putting enough pressure on his smaller one to crush
it. Harry merely ramped up his magic in response, strengthening his hand and
returning the favour, putting an equal amount of force on his opponents hand
while meeting his dark green eyes with his own emerald orbs, wisps of magic
dancing around his pupils while Occlumency kept his face expressionless. The
man frowned in surprise before a small pleased grin spread on his face as he
released his hand.
"Roger Davis, Head of the House of Davis, good to see there is some truth in
some of the rumours at least."
He sent an approving look at Tracey as he said that, he had obviously not been
expecting much of her new friend. Harry kept his neutral mask up and nodded,
hiding his dislike for the little 'test'.
"A pleasure."
Roger only seemed to find his answer amusing.
"I'm sure."
Their conversation was cut short when a woman that drew more than one
appreciative glance waltzed through the crowd, her hips swaying in ways that
lead men's eyes and thoughts to areas that were certain to anger their wives.
Harry recognized her instantly and had to fortify his Occlumency to keep his
face passive. Amelinda Greengrass, the woman he had met at Mistress Narcissa's
Christmas party. Her eyes lit up when they landed on him and her purring voice
sent a shiver down his back.
"Oh my, Harry Potter, my daughter has had much to say about you."
Before he could respond she moved up and engulfed him in a hug, completely
catching him by surprise. He could feel her significant breasts press against
his chest and she deliberately exhaled against his neck, her hot breath washing
over his skin. Harry realized she was fishing for a reaction and was relieved
that he had prepared his Occlumency in advance. Whereas any other teenage male
would have been a flushing stuttering wreck at this point, Harry didn't think
her seduction was quite on par with Mistress Narcissa's. He managed to keep his
face neutral and gave a polite bow in return.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Greengrass."
She seemed surprised at his lack of reaction before a small pout settled on her
ruby lips. Yet when her eyes glanced over his, he could have sworn he felt a
feather light touch on his mind, something that instinctively made him
completely clear it. He wasn't sure if he imagined it but her pout turned into
a small appreciative smile and she curtsied in return.
"Amelinda Greengrass Mr Potter, it would seem my daughter was not mistaken."
Harry glanced at Daphne, remembering his hypothesis that she was practicing
Occlumency at all times to keep her face passive. This recent encounter with
Mrs Greengrass only seemed to reinforce that theory; if her Legilimency was
that advanced then he had little doubt that she was extensively tutoring Daphne
in the Mind Arts. He gave Daphne's mother an appreciative look, what an
incredibly dangerous combination, all that seductive power to make you lower
your defences only to find your secrets plucked out of your head by a master of
the Mind Arts. The woman seemed to preen under his eyes, noticing his look and
smiling mischievously in return, like she knew exactly what he was thinking.
The thought sent a shiver through his spine, if she was this adept at
Legilimency, did it mean she had been scanning him during Mistress Narcissa's
party? He suddenly had trouble identifying what her smile meant, was it a
"impressive for your age" smile or a "I know something you don't" smile. Harry
felt cold sweat slip through his Occlumency and had to forcibly keep his hands
from shaking.
He almost sighed in relief when Susan showed up with Madam Bones, giving him an
excuse to bid them farewell and depart for Bones Manor. When the portkey
arrived he sprawled on his knees and threw up all over their lawn, if
Greengrass knew then he was in such deep shit.
"Harry! Are you alright?"
He just waved Susan away, stumbling to his feet. He gave a sickly smile in
return.
"Y-yeah, magical transportation just doesn't agree with me."
Both Bones women gave him sceptical looks but he barely noticed, trying to keep
his panic at bay, oh Merlin, what the fuck was he going to do?
Chapter 35
Two days had passed since he had met Amelinda Greengrass at the train station
and Harry was still a nervous wreck. Sleeping poorly, barely eating and
snapping at Susan when she tried to help. Thoughts and possibilities kept
whirling through his mind, what if she knew, what if she told, what if she
demanded something of her own? He felt like he was wearing a hole in in the
floor of his guestroom but he couldn't stop pacing, too jittery to sit down and
relax
A quick couple of knocks on his door startled him, but before he could even
respond Madam Bones walked in, closing the door behind her.
"What is it?" He snapped.
She sent a chilling stare right back at him, making him snap his mouth shut.
"Sorry, uh, I'm not feeling that well."
"Bullshit Harry."
She leaned against his desk, crossing her arms under her significant bust as
she studied him.
"You have been behaving like a bear shot in the arse ever since the train
station, the rings around your eyes tell me you haven't been sleeping well and
when you're eating it looks like you're forcing down something vile. Susan is
also depressed because you have been ignoring her and snapping at her for no
reason."
He cringed slightly at that, feeling guilt well up in him at the way he had
been treating her.
"Now, I'm not going to let you ruin my girl's Christmas, so we will talk. No,
don't bother arguing, either you talk willingly or I will make you talk."
Harry sent a glare at her at the ultimatum, unconsciously gathering his magic
at the threat. She merely raised one elegant eyebrow in response.
"Merlin you are high strung."
He flushed at that, releasing the magic as the fight went out of him and he
slumped on the bed. Amelia walked over and crouched in front of him, leaning
into his face.
"Come on Harry, how am I supposed to help you if you won't tell me what's
bothering you?"
Her willingness to help broke down his last wall and he sighed deeply before
hesitantly telling his story. He explained how he suspected she was a
Legilimencer and how he had ran into her at Mrs Malfoy's party, leaving out any
unnecessary details about what he had been doing there. He told her about how
good she was and how worried he was that she had rooted through his head.
When he was done Amelia leaned back on her hands in thought, giving Harry a
rather spectacular view of her freckled cleavage. Harry shook his head, not the
best time to be having those thoughts.
"This party was at Malfoy Manor yes?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"Then I find it unlikely that she would have penetrated your mind."
Harry looked up in total surprise, with a small tinge of disbelief visible on
his face.
"Ah, I forgot you have only read the very basics of wards. All old families
have extensive wards around their homes, defensive wards, intent wards,
proximity wards, offensive wards, obscuring wards, you name it; you can
probably find it. There's a reason why guests never cast magic in someone
else's house and it's not just because it is considered rude. Depending on the
type of warding, the magic can react very negatively to any magic cast by
people not belonging to the main family. At the very least almost all homes
have basic detection wards, letting the blood know when someone is channelling
magic under their roof.
She smiled at his gobsmacked face, sitting down in front of him to continue her
explanation.
"Considering who Lucius Malfoy is; I would expect every single ward available
to be plastered on top of the Malfoy Manor. Now there's a possibility that Mrs
Malfoy may have specifically keyed in Mrs Greengrass to their wards and given
her leave to cast, but does that sound like something she would do?"
Harry didn't have to think long about that, the odds of Mistress Narcissa
giving up any power, no matter how insignificant, to anyone else was incredibly
slim. He shook his head in response making Amelia smile slightly.
"Indeed. Now even if she did have permission, you have to consider that you
have grasped Occlumency very well and have had capable defences up for some
time. The possibility of her scanning your surface thoughts exist, but for
anyone to delve deeper into the mind of an Occlumens is extremely difficult,
especially without the victim noticing the intrusion."
Harry let out a huge breath in relief as her explanation pierced through his
stunned mind, lying back on the bed in elation. Her tone became much sharper
for her next sentence.
"Now, is there a reason why you spent the last two days sulking in your room
instead of consulting me immediately?"
Harry flushed slightly, he didn't sulk…he brooded, in a manly way. At least
that's what he told himself. Thinking the whole thing over he realized he had
overreacted, instead of gathering information he had been acting like an idiot.
This wasn't something he planned on telling Mistress Narcissa, she'd have him
reading those incredibly boring logic books all day again if he did. Amelia
scoffed at his lack of response.
"Hmph, thought as much. Now that this ridiculous issue is solved, you will
march up to my niece's room, knock on her door and very kindly and pitifully
ask for forgiveness for being an ass."
Harry opened his mouth to argue but snapped it shut before his tongue could
take leave of his wits again. He really did owe her an apology. He felt like an
idiot for that matter, Mistress Narcissa always told him to use all resources
available to him, yet he had completely ignored the fact that he had access to
the head of the DMLE.
"Yeah, will do. And uh… sorry about everything Madam Bones."
"Oh we'll get to the apology you owe me later tonight."
The smirk that accompanied that sentence made him flush slightly and he quickly
slipped out of the room to make amends with Susan.
Susan turned out to be quick to forgive him; she only needed a bit of
grovelling and a sincere apology before she hugged him in acceptance.
"I know you have some secrets but please don't lock me out again. I'm just
happy you're okay again Harry."
The words surprisingly made him flush; something he thought had gotten far
better at controlling. She really was far too kind for him; he needed to make
this up for her. His mind made up he quickly dispatched Hedwig for an emergency
order to the Diagon Alley jeweller. The promise of a bonus made the owner happy
to oblige with his request and within hours Harry had a far more impressive
gift than the usual ready for Christmas. Dangling from a very fine chain of
enchanted gold hung a small Potter crest, the Potter lion magnificently
sculpted into a small shield, two small emeralds highlighting the eyes. It was
hunched over, guarding a capital P made out of platinum. Harry was no expert
but he considered it a very nice looking necklace, as it should be considering
the price he had to pay.
He also knew that giving his own crest to Susan to wear signified that she was
under his protection, which also meant she was under the protection of House
Potter. There were other more private meanings behind the gift, one of them
being that he expressed interest in her through the gift. He had little doubt
that if he wanted to start dating any girls around his age then it would be
among his friends. Showing Susan that he was interested in her the way he knew
she was interested in him wasn't something he minded.
Sitting down for dinner that evening it felt like a huge weight had been lifted
from his shoulders and he suddenly found himself ravenous, gorging himself on
all the food while trying to keep his table manners in check. Susan seemed
amused and he had to admit it was nice to see a smile on her face again; he
really had acted like a prick. Conversation flowed freely now that he wasn't
hindering it anymore and he found himself enjoying being at the Manor again.
Madam Bones however didn't seem too impressed yet, she was clearly pleased he
had made up with Susan but he knew he still owed her an apology. To be honest
he agreed with her and was genuinely thankful she had forced him to open up.
Harry knew he had issues asking people for help and even though he usually
disliked people butting in, Madam Bones had greatly eased his state of mind by
making him explain his problem and then logically dissecting it until he was
unsure why he had been so worried in the first place. The dinner eaten Harry
thanked the elves before excusing himself, but when he passed Madam Bones she
covertly leaned in to his neck, her whispered breath washing over his ear.
"My room, midnight."
Harry nodded quickly before accompanying Susan upstairs, it looked like he was
going to be given his chance to apologize to the Matriarch of the Bones family.
He knew what she implied and he didn't really mind at all, as far he was
concerned he owed her one and wouldn't mind repaying it.
Harry lounged on his bed passing the time until midnight, trying to read into
the introductory Ancient Runes books. He knew all wards were based on three
things, runes, Arithmancy and sufficient power to cast it. He had a head start
on Arithmancy thanks to Mistress Andromeda's tutoring from before he even
started Hogwarts; it was after all only another form of math. Runes were
however a mystery to him, but with everything that had happened he realized he
couldn't leave such a huge hole in his knowledge until the third year when they
would finally get to pick their electives. He was somewhat surprised with the
ease he was memorizing the runes; the book indicated this should be much
harder. Harry mentally shrugged before continuing reading, wouldn't be the
first time he deviated from what was considered normal. Two years ago he might
have moaned and cried over not being 'normal', but after his Mistresses
influence he had understood to embrace it as a strength rather than treat it as
a weakness.
Glancing at his watch he saw the thick hand creeping up on twelve o'clock and
promptly stowed his book before creeping out into the hallway. Reaching Madam
Bones door he hesitated for a second considering if he should knock, but
decided that if she expected him then that was unnecessary noise. Grasping the
handle he felt a ward quickly size him up, recognize him and grant him
entrance. Slipping into the room he closed the door behind him, feeling wards
snap back into place, covering the rich bedroom.
Harry spotted Madam Bones instantly, lying in the bed rifling through a report.
He swallowed softly as his eyes roamed over her, the sheet came over her
breasts, but the lack of clothing above it indicated she was nude underneath as
well. Her eyes darted to him as he slipped in before they glanced at the clock
on the wall, seeming to frown slightly in surprise. Harry guessed she hadn't
even realized how late it was, wondering how often her work kept her up.
Amelia looked at the dutiful boy as he waited for a response, feeling a flicker
of heat and excitement building inside her. She vividly remembered the pleasure
he had given her during the summer, after all it was the only time she had
gotten release from someone else in the last decade. Being honest with herself
she had to admit she was looking forward to this, her work had been piling on
like mad lately and the whole debacle over in Hogwarts was giving her grey
hairs.
She wanted to move aurors into the school and have patrols covering every floor
but Dumbledore was counteracting her every move. What was worse was that he had
several Hogwarts laws and regulations to support him, not to mention that he
spent a good time influencing the Minister to see things his way. This annoyed
Amelia greatly, why didn't he spend all this time hunting for the culprit
instead. That's not even mentioning Lucius Malfoy of all people supporting her,
which had thrown her for a loop, why would he want her to place aurors in the
school if the culprit didn't target purebloods? To undermine Dumbledore? To
establish a Ministry presence in the school? Noticing the boy fidgeting she
realized she hadn't said anything yet and decided to let her mind travel
elsewhere tonight. The Potter Heir was after all an excellent travel guide when
it came to directing her mind to other things.
"Good, you're here. I believe you owe me an apology Mr Potter."
Harry shivered slightly at the huskiness of her voice and when she lifted up
the edge of the sheet with her bare foot he had little doubts about what she
wanted.
"Yes I do Madam Bones."
He climbed up on the huge bed and slipped under her soft sheets, the brief
amount of light allowing him to glimpse her complete nudity underneath, her
pale skin glowing in the faint light. Remembering how she had reacted during
the summer he decided to give her a similar full work over he sometimes gave
Mistress Narcissa.
Allowing the sheet to fall back down and cover him he reached out for her foot,
gently starting to massage her manicured soles. He pushed some magic through
his fingers, letting some leak into her flesh as his fingers danced over her
elegant foot. A small shiver of pleasure went through her leg and he took that
as his cue to gently suck her big toe into his mouth, again letting magic flood
all over her before giving all her toes the same treatment, not forgetting to
tease between her toes either. By the time he was done with both her feet he
could already hear her laboured breath and the way she was instinctively
parting her legs, clearly hoping for more stimulation. Harry however took his
time, letting his calloused hands work up her toned calves to her thighs, his
mouth placing small magic infused kisses and licks all over her flesh.
Her legs were splayed wide by the time he reached her pussy, her arousal
obvious by the heavy musk that had engulfed the air underneath the sheet. Harry
let a small grin spread on his face as he carefully licked up and down the
junction of her thighs, coming so close to her lips but never fully touching
them. He could hear her groan as he skipped over her soaked pussy and started
laying kisses on her stomach instead. She had the kind of stomach he loved,
soft but with a hint of muscle underneath, rippling with every breath she took,
evidence of her active lifestyle and constant practice in duelling.
Reaching her breasts he felt his breath leave him for a second, they were
everything he had imagined. Two magnificent globes of flesh, larger than any he
had seen before. A hint of freckles dusted the pale flesh and the firmness was
something any woman would wish for. Her reddish brown nipples were large and
clearly erect, yet compared to the rest of her breasts they even seemed small.
He swallowed softly before gently reaching out and grasping them, marvelling at
the texture that filled his hands as his fingers moved over the silky skin.
Unable to resist his mouth soon followed, sucking one of hard nipples into his
mouth, barely registering the hitch in her breath as he started teasing the
nipple with his tongue. The added magic made her groan and writhe underneath
him but he wasn't paying attention as he switched to the other nipple, rolling
the wet one he had left behind between his fingers, feeling her body shiver
underneath him.
"Harry…please..."
His grin returned full force when he heard her needy voice, he loved this part
of teasing a strong woman. The exact moment when the powerful face fell away
and the desperate need overtook their dignity, making them plead for release.
He wasn't finished yet though and instead of heading south he moved his mouth
over her soft flesh up to her armpit, pushing her hand up so he had free access
to the erogenous zone. He licked and sucked the normally untouched flesh,
tasting a hint of strawberry, no doubt from her bath earlier, before flooding
her with magic again. She was panting and moaning now, her hips trying to grind
against his thigh and he had to grab her wrist when he noticed it moving
towards her crotch.
"Please...I can't take it anymore."
"I have to be thorough with my apology Madam Bones."
"Please...you are forgiven…just touch me!"
"As the Madam wishes."
Harry smiled as he moved down to her inflamed pussy, Amelia was spreading her
legs as widely as possible, clearly begging for release. He moved close and
softly blew on her sensitive flesh, making her gasp softly before moaning
again, her hips jerking towards his face. Deciding to finally take mercy on her
he grabbed her with both arms and slowly licked the flat of his tongue up, all
the way from her twitching rosebud to the top of her slit, teasing the clit on
the way. Her breathy groan sounded like music and he quickly slipped his tongue
into her soaking channel, mentally forcing her parseltongue to react while
swallowing her taste as it flooded his mouth. She squealed softly before
grabbing his hair with both hands, alternatively pushing him deeper or pushing
him away, the sudden influx of sensations driving her crazy. He felt her legs
seize up around his head, saw the way her muscles tightened across her flat
stomach and knew she was peaking, the strength of it taking her voice away.
Two of his fingers quickly slipped into her slit as he engulfed her clit, the
come hither motion of his digits combined with the suction on her clit serving
to prolong her pleasure. He kept the magic steady, constantly flooding her
while showing no signs of letting up as her muscles started seizing, letting
him feel the way her pussy undulated around his fingers, both sucking them in
and trying to crush them at the same time.
"Oh Merlin! Oh Merlin! Oh Merlin!"
With a last silent scream her grip suddenly slacked and he gently eased his
fingers out before replacing them with his mouth. She was still twitching and
shivering as he gently sucked her lips into his mouth, cleaning up the juices
from her oversensitive flesh. Her hands looked to be almost cramping as she
released the vice-like grip she had on his black locks. Her panting breath
finally evened out and with a final long lick he removed himself from
underneath the sheet, savouring her unique taste.
He was surprised to find her passed out on the bed, her report carelessly
thrown over the pillow next to her and a relaxed smile on her face. Harry
chuckled softly but made sure to keep it quiet, carefully tucking her in with
the sheet before turning off the magical lamps, drowning the room in darkness.
The wards easily let him out and he calmly slipped back into his own bedroom.
XXX
Harry waved goodbye to an amused Madam Bones as he boarded the Hogwarts Express
on the third of January. The rest of the holidays had gone swimmingly and the
look on Susan's face when he gave her the necklace had definitively been worth
it. The jewellery in question received its fair share of significant looks as
they sat down in their usual compartment with the other girls. Susan pretended
like it wasn't such a big deal but he caught her playing with it constantly, or
simply admiring the way it looked in the mirror. Hannah would have been jealous
about it, but he had at the last moment realized that if he didn't get
something similar to her then the chemistry of their group would crash and
burn. Thus Hannah was now wearing a bracelet with an identical crest on it,
running her fingers over it without even noticing.
Harry had honestly been surprised at how pleased they had both been when they
realized they were both wearing the crest. He simply chalked it up to things he
would never understand about women.
The train ride back was calm yet there was a certain tension among the
students, none of them had forgotten what was happening in the school they were
returning to. Harry had heard about quite a few students who were receiving
tutorship for the rest of the year instead of braving the castle for another
term. He couldn't fault them, but such an action simply wasn't an option for
him. Not only would it look weak if he ran away from the danger but he knew
Dumbledore would never allow it. If an icon like The-Boy-Who-Lived decided
Hogwarts wasn't safe enough then half the kids in Britain would be removed by
concerned parents. He felt his magic rise in anger at his lack of control over
his own life but slowly soothed it, in only six months he would be thirteen. He
could then claim the Potter Lordship, most likely the Black one as well and
assign Mistress Tonks as his guardian. Whereas he was legally an adult at that
age, he knew such a thing would never hold any water in the Wizarding world, no
one took a thirteen year old seriously; thus Mistress Tonks was a godsend.
Glancing at Daphne and Tracey he noticed they were in quite the good mood,
apparently his performance in front of their parents had sparked their interest
as well, thus leading to the girls having their parents blessing for any
contact made with him.
He made some polite small talk with them and was soon pleased to hear the train
whistle signal that they were reaching Hogwarts, he had honestly missed
Hermione quite a bit. He didn't even realize at what point the girl had grown
on him, but once they had chipped away her eagerness to please the teachers and
added some calm thinking to her repertoire she had become a good friend. The
girls providing her with some magical shampoo and his fixing of her teeth had
also served to make her quite cute, which combined with the tight muggle
clothes she liked to wear sometimes made it hard for him to keep his eyes away
from her tight…
He felt a tightness start to form in his pants and quickly directed his
thoughts elsewhere, so perhaps he had a bit more interest in her than in just a
friend. Stepping off the train he was expecting to be greeted by her usual bear
hug only to raise his eyebrows in surprise when she was nowhere to be found on
the platform. Spotting McGonagall directing the students he walked over to her.
"Excuse me Professor McGonagall, would you know where Hermione is?"
He felt his hackles rise as she was clearly caught flatfooted by the question.
"Ms Granger is currently unavailable Mr Potter."
His magic instantly flooded his body, surging down his limbs and he stepped in
to her personal space, a slight glow already emanating from his eyes. Even the
thickest of Gryffindors would have recognized her evasion for what it was.
"What do you mean, unavailable, Professor McGonagall. There's no chance she
wouldn't show up to greet us, she has no friends in Gryffindor."
She seemed to flinch slightly at that statement before her eyes softened and
she leaned in, keeping her voice low to not alert anyone else.
"There has been an incident; Ms Granger is in the Hospital Wing."
"What the FUCK?"
A/N Posted this one early to make up for not posting for so long, if I continue
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