Chapter 13: Rita Skeeter Pt. 2
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Ultimately, it was never really in question, was it? Of course Rita Skeeter was willing to get dirty for a good story. Licking her lips, the sensationalist viper of a journalist smirks as she reaches up and unbuttons the first two buttons on her blouse.
"Well now, Harry. Why didn't you just say so? Bedding the Boy-Who-Lived and claiming his virginity… why, that's a story in and of itself~"
Harry tilts his head to the side, considering that for a moment before deciding… sure, Rita could continue believing he was a virgin if it made her feel better. Of course, her words probably should have worried him. But if all went according to plan, he would have Rita Skeeter wrapped around his finger soon enough. Or perhaps more accurately, wrapped around his dick.
"Mm… that said, it DOES depend on the story, Harry."
Reaching up, Rita cups her chest and gives it a good lift, showing off hints of her bra and cleavage as she winks at him.
"This body doesn't come cheap, after all."
It should be said… the blonde wasn't an unattractive witch. Perhaps she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, sure… hell, she wasn't even close to the most beautiful woman in Hogwarts. But Rita wasn't ugly. She had a certain degree of sex appeal to her. Physically, anyways. Personality-wise, she was the trashiest piece of pond scum that Harry had ever met.
That also wouldn't be a problem if all went according to plan, however. Harry was more than used to working with reprehensible people after all. Case in point, the literal psychotic murderer currently masquerading as his pet dog.
That said, Rita wanted a story? Harry considers that for a moment. He considers what he should give her for this first interaction in order to keep her coming back for more. There's been an awful lot of bullshit here at Hogwarts these past four years. Quite a lot of it centers around him too. Or around Dumbledore. Or around them both. Hmm… maybe he should start with the earliest then.
Smirking at Rita, Harry rolls his shoulders and then pulls off his robe, folding it up and setting aside.
"Tell me, Ms. Skeeter… were you aware that a certain artifact of no small power was secreted away here at Hogwarts during my First Year? It was an artifact so powerful that Voldemort himself made a play for it, endangering the lives of everyone here at Hogwarts."
Rita's eyes widen at that and though she flinches at Harry's use of Voldemort's name, she also doesn't hesitate to drop to her hands and knees. The reporter crawls forward, putting a bit of sway in her hips as she makes her way over to him, a gleam in her gaze now.
"Oh… that sounds like a VERY interesting story, Harry. Please… tell me more~"
… She was turned on by this, wasn't she? On the one hand, Harry could hardly believe it. On the other hand… it was all too easy to believe that this was the sort of thing that got Rita Skeeter off. Finally arriving in front of him, the blonde sits up on her knees and proceeds to reach for his pants, eagerly extracting his cock from its confines purely of her own volition as she looks up at him expectantly.
Once she's stroking his shaft with both hands, Harry continues on, amused.
"I suppose I should start with an even bigger revelation. Yes, Voldemort is still alive. He didn't die on that Halloween Night but was instead reduced to little more than a shade."
Rita's breath hitches and she shakes her head, her insatiable curiosity allowing her to push past his repeated use of the Dark Lord's name.
"How… how is that possible?"
Harry just looks at her pointedly until finally she leans forward and takes his cock in her mouth. Once she's sucking on the first couple inches of his rapidly hardening dick, only then does Harry continue on with a smile.
"That's a story for another time… and another transaction, Rita."
She pauses at that, giving him a put-upon look. But Harry just laughs, waving off her concern and continuing on.
"We're talking about my First Year right now. All you really need to know is that Voldemort didn't die. Instead he became something barely alive… something that ended up consuming Professor Quirinus Quirrell when he possessed the Professor during the latter's trip to Albania in 1990."
At hearing that, Rita begins to bob up and down his cock again with more gusto. The glint in her eyes makes it clear to Harry that she's filing all of this away in the back of her mind, even if she no longer has her trusty magical quill to do the notetaking for her. He can also tell that all of these little tidbits, like the date and location where Quirrell had met Voldemort's shade, were even more of a turn on for the voracious, story-hungry reporter.
Reaching out, Harry runs a hand through Rita's hair, smirking when she gives him a look. She doesn't stop him from doing it though, and he doesn't let her look discourage him either. He slides his fingers through her blonde locks as she gurgles on his cock for a few moments, his fully erect size clearly a bit more than she was expecting to have to handle.
Unbeknownst to Rita, he's not just touching her for the sake of touching her. His fingers, as they run through her hair and slide along her scalp, give off little bits of magic. Harry smirks as he stimulates the pleasure centers of Rita's brain even more than they were already stimulated, focusing on making sure that she comes to equate sucking his cock with no small amount of blissful ecstasy.
For his troubles, he's treated to the sight of the blonde clenching her thighs together, one of her hands falling from his cock down to between her legs even as she lets out a muffled gasp on his dick. Her eyes flutter for a moment from the pleasure… but then snap open again, looking up at him meaningfully as she begins to slow down a bit.
Harry just chuckles and continues his story, prompting Rita to get right back to sucking his cock properly.
"Voldemort possessed Quirrell because Quirrell had a position here at Hogwarts. However, the possession wasn't a permanent solution. Voldemort wanted to return to his full power, to become truly alive again instead of living in his half-dead state forevermore. Which is where the artifact comes into play."
Finally, Rita can't take it anymore. She pulls back off of his cock and looks up at him, narrowing her eyes.
"What artifact are we talking about, exactly?"
Harry hums at that, his spit-polished cock twitching even as it glistens in the Room of Requirement's magical light. Then, he glances over at the nearby bed.
"Well now… that will cost more, Ms. Skeeter."
Her eyes widen as she follows his gaze… but then in an instant she's on her feet, wand out… and pointed at herself. The reporter vanishes her own clothing, stripping naked in an instant, and then vanishes his as well for good measure. Harry frowns a bit at the vaguely antagonistic action, but before he can take Rita to task for it, she all but THROWS herself onto the bed.
Getting on her hands and knees, the blonde looks back over her shoulder at him, arching her spine and lifting her hips high into the air while also reaching back and spreading her pussy lips with two fingers for good measure.
"Well, Mister Potter? Don't keep me waiting~"
Right. She still thought she was claiming the great Harry Potter's virginity, a thought that he had not disabused her of. Smiling, Harry climbs onto the bed as well and grabs Rita by the hips. He considers acting more like a virgin for a moment, maybe fumbling around a bit… but what would be the point? With a grunt, he thrusts into her from behind, not surprised in the least at how WET Rita is. Not just because of his magical stimulation of her mind, but also because she's absurdly turned on by the absolutely delicious scoop he's currently giving her.
Feeding her a story while also drilling her with his cock… Harry never thought he'd wind up here, but the longer this goes on, the more confident he is that he's made the right choice. Rita Skeeter can be fashioned into a weapon in his arsenal. He's sure of it.
Moaning beneath him, Rita shudders as he reaches out and grabs hold of her hair again, yanking her head back. This not only lets him channel more magic into her mind to make sure this is the best sex she's ever had, but it also lets him continue his story.
"Here's where it gets interesting, Rita. See, Albus Dumbledore knew that Voldemort was after this artifact. He KNEW that Voldemort wasn't actually dead."
Rita's cunt clenches down on his cock all the harder at this latest bombshell.
"It was the Headmaster's decision to involve all of Hogwarts in his little game of cat and mouse with Voldemort. He took the artifact that the Dark Lord was after and hid it here at Hogwarts behind several layers of protections. As a result of this, a Troll was led into the castle by Professor Quirrell. Students were nearly killed on a detention into the Forbidden Forest when they caught Quirrell drinking Unicorn Blood to sustain Voldemort's possession. Teachers were injured by the very protections they devised in an effort to keep the artifact out of Voldemort's hands."
As Harry speaks, he can feel something building in Rita with every salacious, scandalous word out of his mouth. Until finally, as he says 'hands'… the blonde spasms, her entire body tensing up before she reaches a mind-blowing, explosive orgasm. He saw it coming of course… but he still lets his voice take on a note of incredulity as he chuckles down at Rita upon her coming down from her nirvana.
"Did you just cum, Ms. Skeeter?"
"I… I…"
Blushing up a storm, Rita can't quite meet his eyes. She doesn't seem to know what to say. Harry just snickers in amusement and gives her ass a smack before going right back to fucking her from behind. She groans, moaning up a storm as he continues to use his grip on her hair with his other hand to drive her absolutely wild with pleasure and lust.
Shaking his head, Harry doesn't let up, not even for a moment. Rita tries to say something, but it turns into just another moan as he fucks her hard and fast, pounding into her juicy wet cunt. Until finally, at long last, he's about to tip over the edge.
Using his grip on her hair, he pulls out of her and swings her around at the last second. The blonde barely has time to react before his cock is back in her mouth and he's cumming, her eyes going wide as the first taste of his seed hits her tongue.
Having magically charged his semen, Harry knows full well what Rita is tasting right now. It'll be both mildly addictive and the best thing she's ever eaten. Getting to take part in something from someone more magically powerful than you is always like that for any witch or wizard. And he's definitely far more magically powerful than Rita fucking Skeeter.
As such, it's no wonder that she positively guzzles down his cum, swallowing every last drop after that initial taste. Moaning, she drinks his seed like there's no tomorrow, taking it all in as Harry groans and empties his balls down her throat. For his part, it's quite the pleasurable experience as well… but he makes sure to keep in mind just who he's dealing with here.
And indeed, as he finishes and pulls back, Rita spends only a moment in a state of euphoria before licking her lips and locking her eyes on him.
"What… what was the artifact, Harry? What did Voldemort want so badly? What did Dumbledore hide in a school of children?"
She sounds desperate. Almost plaintive in her request even. She's damn near begging, and for a moment Harry considers making her actually beg… but no. Today's meeting is about getting her on the line. No need to make things TOO hard.
"The artifact? Oh… nothing too special. Just the Philosopher's Stone, created by the great immortal alchemist, Nicholas Flamel."
Rita's eyes damn near bulge out of her skull at that. One final bombshell on a long list of them. To really drive his point home, Harry leans in close, so his lips are right next to Rita's ear and his every word is sure to give her fresh goosebumps.
"And that, Rita… was only my First Year."
"I… I h-have to go. I have to…"
Harry pulls back, waving her off. He's not surprised that she wants to get on this right away. More amusing than anything, really. Rita conjures up some fresh clothes for herself and is out the door before he can so much as blink. Honestly he's surprised she bothered with the clothes… she likely went beetle the moment she was out of sight.
Either way, Harry just smiles, knowing full well that Rita will come back for more. Just one juicy story won't be enough… not for her.
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Incompetence at Hogwarts: Is Senility to Blame for the Loss of a Legend?
It takes everything Harry has not to burst out laughing at the table as he reads the Daily Prophet's headline the very next morning. Boy did Rita work fast. He's not sure what he expected… for her to actually do any fact checking or follow up before she ran with his story? Yeah, that just wasn't Rita Skeeter, now was it?
Frankly, the story is… full of inaccuracies and made up bullshit alongside the kernels of truth that Harry fed her. Like for instance, the whole thing hinges on the implication that Albus Dumbledore's incompetence is what caused the Philosopher's Stone to be destroyed and Nicholas and Perenelle's deaths to be on Dumbledore's head. But Harry wasn't entirely sure the Flamels were even dead at this point in time. They'd supposedly had enough Elixir for a few more years from what he recalled.
The article isn't sure either… Rita merely leans heavily on the fact that neither Flamel was available for comment, heh. She also completely avoids mentioning the Dark Lord in any way. Rather than claiming that You-Know-Who is half-alive and trying his best to fully come back, Rita has done the safe thing by replacing his presence in Harry's First Year with 'Dark Forces manipulating Quirinus Quirrell'.
He'd half-expected that, of course… but it was still a little disappointing. One of Harry's hopes had been to insert the idea of Voldemort coming back into the minds of the common citizenry ahead of time via Rita Skeeter. But while she'd certainly seemed to believe him while he was railing her from behind, she'd also apparently second-guessed whether it was healthy for her reputation or not to start declaring Voldemort was still around. Alas, you win some and you lose some.
As Harry sets the newspaper down, he can't help but shake his head, still hiding his smile… especially given who he feels approaching him.
"Mister Potter."
Turning and regarding Professor Minerva McGonagall, Harry lifts an eyebrow.
"Yes, Professor?"
"The Headmaster requests your presence in his office after breakfast."
"… Of course, Professor."
And there it was. One too many things had clearly set Dumbledore's alarm bells ringing. Harry wonders if it was the dog he'd brought back after a jaunt in the Forbidden Forest, or his change in attitude and personality, or Rita's latest article. Possibly, it was all three.
Either way, he makes his way up to the Headmaster's Office once breakfast is finished, considering how he's going to approach his first private interaction with Albus Dumbledore in this new timeline. Albus was never an evil man by any means… but Harry would be lying if he said he didn't resent the older wizard for some of his mistakes…
Chapter 14: The Headmaster's Office
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"Ah, Harry… please have a seat. Lemon drop?"
"No thanks, Headmaster."
He could have technically met Dumbledore's eyes and known beyond a shadow of a doubt that the older wizard wasn't in his mind. His Occlumency was more than powerful enough to block even the most skilled Legilimens from accessing his thoughts. Hell, he hadn't had a single 'bad dream' from Voldemort so far this year for a reason… though he might turn around and use that connection to the Dark Lord later on for his own purposes.
Regardless, it wasn't until after the Headmaster's death in the original timeline that Harry had realized just how much the man must have used Legilimency to skim the surface thoughts of those he spoke with in order to maintain that all-knowing façade of him. Diving deeper to get at the really juicy stuff was probably out of the question, but just some light surface-level reading could tell Dumbledore an awful lot and help him steer any conversation he wanted in any direction he wanted to seer it.
That said, Harry didn't want to give the Hogwarts Headmaster even the slightest inkling of his Occlumency Shields. After all, Harry Potter, Fourth Year Student, wasn't supposed to HAVE Occlumency Shields. And while he could have gone ahead and created a facsimile of what his mind should look like to try and fool Dumbledore, that wasn't a guarantee. The Headmaster wasn't known as one of the greatest wizards of all time for no reason.
In the end, Harry didn't have to try and fool Dumbledore… he just had to have an excuse outside of mind-reading for why he wasn't willing to meet the Headmaster's eyes. Thankfully, Harry had a ready-made excuse… one that the original Fourth Year version of him never would have thought up, but with enough time to mull it over in the years since, had felt more than appropriate.
"Harry my boy? Is something the matter?"
It's rather out of character for him and Harry knows that… but nevertheless, he offers a half-hearted shrug, continuing to avert his gaze and not speaking immediately. He can imagine Dumbledore's brow furrowing in consternation. He can also imagine the Headmaster changing tacks. Whatever he initially called Harry up here for, whether it was Rita's article or any of the other strange things that have happened so far this year, Dumbledore knows full well that his relationship with Harry is paramount to making sure the boy does exactly what he wants him to do.
… Though that's a fairly uncharitable impression of the Hogwarts Headmaster and Harry knows it. As manipulative as Dumbledore is, he's not a bad person. He's not evil in the same way Voldemort and his Death Eaters are. But he is… neglectful. And as previously mentioned, manipulative. In all fairness, the death of the Wizarding World had come long after Dumbledore's demise, so one could argue that it wasn't his fault what had ultimately ended up happening.
But one could also argue that it was Albus Dumbledore's decades-long soft grip on the power structures of the Wizarding World that had ultimately left them all too complacent to react in time. He, along with many others, had been ignorant of the dangers that the Muggle World represented. Harry wouldn't make the same mistakes they all had, now that he had this second chance.
"Harry… if I've done something to upset you, please let me know. I care about you greatly, I hope you know that."
The funny thing is, Harry believes him. Dumbledore does care about him. He cares about all of his students, even the ones all but guaranteed to turn out to be bad eggs. However… that doesn't mean Dumbledore wouldn't sacrifice Harry at the drop of a hat to remove the horcrux from his cursed scar. It doesn't mean the old man won't do some dastardly things for the sake of his Greater Good. Yes, Dumbledore cares. But that's irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.
Still, he couldn't stay quiet forever.
"… I just don't understand why my name got pulled out of the cup, Headmaster."
Moderating his tone so its just the appropriate amount of mulish and hurt, Harry makes a point of looking down at his hands and frowning in contemplation. Albus, meanwhile, is quiet for a moment before speaking.
"That should never have happened, Harry. I believe that you didn't put your name in the cup you know. You couldn't have gotten past my Age Line I'm sure."
Harry scoffs at that, remembering something else Albus had said that night.
"No… but I could have had someone else put my name in for me, is that it? That's what they all think I did, even if you don't Headmaster. But… why?"
Another pause as Dumbledore no doubt furrows his brow.
"Why, my boy?"
Nodding, Harry looks off to the side, specifically at Fawkes the Phoenix. Some claimed that Fawkes was Albus Dumbledore's Familiar, but Harry knew better. Fawkes and Albus were life long friends, but not familiar and master. Otherwise, Albus might have been able to use Legilimency through Fawkes' eyes. Knowing that he couldn't, Harry felt safe in pretending he was a hurt young man talking to the phoenix instead of Albus.
"Why was that possible in the first place? It doesn't make sense, Headmaster. Everything I've heard about the Triwizard Tournament says it's supposed to be dangerous. Incredibly so. That's why you put an age limit on things to begin with, right?"
"… Yes, though you must understand that the Goblet of Fire is an ancient magical artifact, Harry. It has existed since long before our modern day sensibilities. The Age Line was supposed to keep anyone too young from putting their name forth and thus being made to participate…"
SLAM!
Suddenly standing up, Harry slams his fist into the Headmaster's desk and then immediately turns away, making it seem as though he's doing so to avoid hitting the desk further or breaking anything. Pacing the length of the room, Harry lets some very real anger leak into his voice as he demands answers from an aging Albus Dumbledore.
"But WHY?! You say the Goblet of Fire is an ancient magical artifact! Are you saying it was designed with the intention of allowing just anyone to submit anyone else's name to it?! If this so-called ancient magical artifact is so damn powerful that it can take my magic if I don't participate, then why is there such an obvious loophole? Why can't it discern precisely who put in a name and force THEM to take part in the tournament instead?! And more than that, how the hell did I get submitted as a fourth school in the first place?! Obviously Cedric Diggory is the Hogwarts Champion… so what the fuck am I supposed to be?!"
Finally coming to an end, a little out of breath and barely having to fake his anger, Harry keeps his back turned to Albus and his fists clenched at his sides. There's a much longer pause this time, before he hears Albus rise from his chair. Harry stiffens at that, causing the Headmaster to stop and hesitate for a moment before speaking from behind his desk, not immediately moving closer.
"… Initial reports suggest that the Goblet was… confounded, Harry. I suspect that was how someone was able to submit your name for you in your stead, and how they managed to convince the Goblet that there was a fourth school competing in the tournament."
Harry scoffs at that. That was the explanation last time too. And hey, maybe it was even the truth. But honestly… how the fuck did that even work? How did a washed-up Death Eater who'd spent over a decade in captivity under the Imperius Curse confound a supposedly ancient magical artifact? How had Barty Crouch Jr. done it? Did Voldemort give him some special piece of magic that made it possible? Harry didn't know… nor did he really care.
The truth was, he was only as bound to the Goblet of Fire and this inane tournament as he wanted to be. Being a participant suited his interests for the time being, so he'd maintained the connection forced upon him by the draconian magical contract that having his name shoot out of the Goblet had somehow created. But Dumbledore certainly didn't need to know any of that.
"So much for an ancient magical artifact. If it can be confounded to let my name be put in the Goblet in the first place, then it can be confounded to let me go, right? And besides, isn't it literally called the Triwizard Tournament?! There shouldn't even BE a fourth school allowed to compete!"
As Harry rants with his back turned to Albus, he feels the Headmaster slowly begin to approach. He pretends like he doesn't notice Dumbledore until the Headmaster puts a calming hand on his shoulder, at which point Harry pretends to nearly jump out of his skin in response. He tenses up, ready to make a big show of storming out of the office regardless of what Albus said next… but to his surprise, the Headmaster manages to actually catch him off guard and make him go still.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I've failed you. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know."
Now see, that was interesting. Because as old as Dumbledore was, he still had plenty of power. It was like having a genie offer to grant you a wish. You didn't just turn down such a thing. Especially seeing as Harry could hear the genuine contriteness in the Headmaster's voice. Whether Harry's ranting and raving had been enough to prompt Dumbledore to take a good long look at what led them to this point or he was just feeling guilty… it didn't matter.
There was a lot Harry could ask for. There was also a lot he couldn't ask for. He needed to be careful not to alert Dumbledore to his true intentions… but he couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Another might not come along soon enough for his tastes.
"… I want an investigation. A proper one by the DMLE, Headmaster. I want to know that the Head of the DMLE herself is aware of what's going on here and that someone is trying to kill me this year… again."
He can feel Dumbledore rock back in surprise at that. After all, involving the Aurors was the last thing Albus wanted to do.
"Harry-!"
Timing it perfectly, Harry jerks his shoulder out of Albus' hand, taking an aborted step towards the door out of the Headmaster's Office. That shuts the older wizard up for a moment, forcing him to reconsider his approach. Harry is fully ready for Albus to say no, of course. But… it would be an excellent step in the right direction if he could get alone with Amelia Bones. After all, while he'd only learned about it after her death in the previous timeline… in this timeline he could make use of the woman's secret, just as he had Aurora's.
But if Dumbledore won't cave, then Harry will just have to find another way to-
"… I'll see what can be done, my boy. You must understand though, with visiting foreign schools, bringing British Aurors on campus could be seen as… provocative."
Harry, because his back is hidden from the Headmaster, allows himself a small smirk at that.
"Of course, sir. Wouldn't want to upset them, would he? Not like they're already upset because they think we're cheating by having me compete or anything like that…"
Dumbledore goes quiet again at that before letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.
"As I said Harry, I'll see what I can do."
It's about as best as Harry is going to get, all things considered. So he nods his head without ever turning to look at Albus, considering his time here done.
"Then I think that's all we have to talk about for the time being, Headmaster."
And with that he just walks out. Dumbledore is so stunned that he doesn't even try to stop him or call him back. Or maybe the older man is just so taken aback by the conversation he had that he needs a breather as well. Either way, Harry has successfully managed to deflect from whatever Albus ACTUALLY wanted to talk about, at least for the time being.
Eventually, he's sure that the Headmaster will come back around to him, either mustering up the courage for another harrowing encounter with a mulish and angry Harry Potter, or something else. Whether Albus will actually come through regarding the DMLE investigation or not… whether Harry will actually get a face to face with Amelia Bones or not… well, that's very much up in the air.
And somehow, Harry suspects its unlikely to happen before the First Task two weeks from now. All things considered, two weeks isn't long at all for much more to happen save for the First Task itself. Then again, Harry had made a bet with Fleur Delacour. A bet he had every intention of winning. He didn't quite know what he was going to do with the beautiful veela yet of course… nothing too humiliating, he would make sure of that. But even still, he wasn't going to let her beat him. That just wasn't in the cards.
However, that did mean Harry had a decision to make. He COULD go out and rush the conquest of one more witch in the next two weeks. There were a couple of options in Hogwarts itself that would prove to be child's play to bind to him, either because they were largely weak-willed or because they were already loyal to him in the first place.
That said, there was technically no need to rush. Harry knew the First Task like the back of his hand. He knew he was up against dragons and if everything stayed true to form, he would be up against the worst of the lot, the Hungarian Horn-Tail. But Harry wasn't afraid. Even with just two bindings, he was far more powerful than he had been at this point in the original timeline. And far more knowledgeable as well. As well, if he fucked Aurora and Bellatrix more over the next two weeks he could further solidify the bindings so to speak, giving him easier access to their magic.
It wouldn't be resting on his laurels to just… relax for these next two weeks. It would be preparing for the First Task in the same way going for a third binding would be. They were just two different paths and Harry had to choose. Get ready to make Fleur eat his dust by letting the bindings he already had settle a bit more… or go for a third binding to up his power right before the First Task arrived?
Chapter 15: Consolidating Power
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A/N: In which Harry solidifies his hold over both Bella and Aurora~
Also if you've enjoyed reading this story and want to hop on board my next story right at the moment of its conception, please check out The Soul Enginefor me! It just started and I'm really excited for it~
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"I'm getting closer to a working prototype, Master~"
Blinking at the seeming non-sequitur, Harry slows down as he fucks Bella on her back, plowing the gorgeous but also insane witch into the bed. Moaning wantonly, the Black Witch nevertheless looks up at him with eyes that speak of malevolent promise. It almost makes him second guess himself… but no. He had to stay the course. And part of that was recognizing that he'd given Bellatrix of all people permission to do something that most of his former friends and allies from the lost future would consider particularly heinous.
But then… they were all gone. He and Bella were all that remained of that future that would never be. So in the end… he couldn't let himself be held back by ghosts. By whispers of memory. They would only lead him astray.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Harry leans over Bellatrix, winding one hand through her hair and gripping down on it hard as his other hand moves to her chest, kneading one of her breasts. She's looking much better these days, even the last remnants of her stay in Azkaban Prison having fallen away by this point in time. Her full beauty has reasserted itself, though it makes her insanity no less noticeable in his opinion.
Don't stick your dick in crazy… but what if the crazy was all you had? Smiling thinly, Harry continues to thrust away, even as he lowers his lips to Bellatrix's and pushes his tongue into her mouth. She submits to him eagerly of course. Her Master. Her Lord. She moans as their tongues intertwine and they swap spit for a moment. She shudders and quivers her way through an explosive orgasm upon his cock as the bond between them settles and solidifies just a fraction more.
This was the decision he'd ultimately made. There was just over a week left until the First Task now and Harry had ultimately come to the conclusion that trying for a third binding before the First Task arrived would be the height of foolishness. You didn't rush things like this. And really, while in the grand scheme of things it might feel like he had so very little time… for the moment, he had all the time in the world.
He'd come back with years and years to spare, so ultimately Harry could afford to spend a couple weeks shoring up his foundations and firming his hold upon Bellatrix and Aurora. He'd been fucking them both every other day for the past week, and this night is no different, with Bella taking every last inch of his cock as he dominates not just her body, but also her magic itself.
As Bella arches her back beneath him, her breast pressing up into his hand, Harry continues kissing her for a moment longer… and then pulls back, his emerald eyes aglow with power. Finally, he deigns to answer her earlier words.
"Have you now?"
Mewling, Bella nods and gives him a wide, wicked smile. She recognized WHY he'd been so slow to ask for clarification. She knew that the idea she'd presented to him discomfited him. However, his loyal pet also knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Harry would stop at nothing to see his goals accomplished. He had to harden his heart and steel his mind in order to walk the path ahead of him. There was no other option.
"Yes, Master. Twisting the ritual has taken some time, especially since we both know you don't want to have to fuck any wizards that you want to take the magic of. However, I've discovered a method that will serve you quite well. You simply have to use their female relatives instead."
Harry blinks at that, taken aback. His brow furrows and he tilts his head to the side in confusion. Of course, he isn't one to show weakness in front of Bellatrix. Grabbing her by the neck but not quite squeezing down enough to choke her, he growls at her.
"Explain."
"Mm, yes Master~ It's simple, really. Blood binds all together. The magic in our bloodlines… and in our vows… it can be harnessed. Repurposed. And utilized to your ends."
Bloodlines. Vows. Harry begins to see what she's getting at, a chill running down his spine as he starts to piece together Bellatrix's proposal.
"You're saying that if I were to bind a Death Eater's daughter, I could then reach out and… what, take their magic through her?"
Grinning wickedly, eyes dancing with manic delight, Bella nods.
"You could take it all, Master. As much or as little as you wanted from as many or as few of her male relatives as you desired. And not just their daughters, Master. I said what I said. Bloodlines AND vows. You could take their magic through claiming their wives as well."
That… was dastardly. But not entirely surprising. Marriage vows in the Wizarding World weren't the same as they were in the muggle world. There was a reason that very few wizards and witches ever got divorced for instance. The concept wasn't just anathema to them because they were a backwards society a couple hundred years out of date with the muggle world. No, it was also anathema to them because marriage vows in the Wizarding World were inherently magical. Breaking them came with consequences and not insignificant ones either.
So yes… it made some amount of sense that one might be able to reach out through those binding marriage vows and repurpose them for their own ends with the right ritual. Of course…
"The witch would still have to be willing."
Bella smirks at that, her eyes glittering with malevolent malice.
"That part of the ritual is not immutable, Master. We could always modify it and-urk!"
Harry grips down, choking Bellatrix and cutting her off as he glares down at her with blazing eyes.
"No, Bella. The witch would still have to be willing. That is not something I am willing to compromise on. I will not force MYSELF on any woman. Am I understood?"
Bellatrix slowly nods and Harry relaxes his hold on her neck. After a moment, he grunts.
"… The idea still has some merit. Plenty of witches out there trapped in unhappy marriages. Or who hate their scumbag Death Eater fathers."
Maybe not as many as there were Death Eaters, of course. But those Harry could just remove the usual way if necessary. Still…
"I would love to be your first test subject, Master~"
Harry blinks at that and looks down at Bellatrix as it slowly dawns on him.
"Your husband."
Smiling wickedly, Bellatrix Lestrange nods. She was still married to her husband, even if there was no love lost between them. More than that, Rudolph Lestrange was still locked up in Azkaban. Draining him of his magic through the wedding vows that he and Voldemort had forced a broken Bellatrix to make was… poetic wasn't it? Quite poetic. Turning any of these Pureblood Supremacists into muggles by taking their magic away from them along with their women was poetic.
But as he'd said to Bella, he wouldn't do it unless he could get the witch on board willingly. If he could convince them to betray their spouse or their father, then he'd go through with it. Still, Bellatrix was an excellent option.
… For later.
"Not right now, Bella. Perhaps after the First Task. I don't want to risk the chance anything goes wrong when I'm about to step into the spotlight even if only for a moment."
Smirking at that, Bella simply bobs her head in agreement.
"Of course, Master. I'll keep working on it. Iron out the kinks. And when you're ready to try it out… we'll drain Rudolph Lestrange of every last ounce of his magic~"
Damn straight. For now, Harry returns to fucking Bellatrix with full force, even leaning down to give her another deep, tongue-filled kiss. When they pull apart for air again, he even smiles at his pet. Mad she might be… but she was his all the same.
"Good girl, Bella."
"Mm, please Master… don't tease me. If I've really been a good girl, do that thing you know I love… make it hurt~"
Harry snorts dryly at that and then tightens his grip on Bellatrix's throat again. He fucks her harder and faster than before upon the bed, all while asphyxiating her the entire time. Her pussy clenches down around his cock even tighter as her face goes red and then purple… and Harry doesn't let up. Not even for a second. He gives her precisely what she asked for and he does so all night long…
-x-X-x-
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Bringing the riding crop down on Aurora Sinistra's beautiful dark ass again and again, Harry smiles as the masochistic Professor squeals, her naked body shaking and jiggling before him. They're in the Room of Requirement and the whole place has been turned into a bondage dungeon for their fun. Standing in the center of the room, Aurora is bent over with her arms bound behind her back and attached to hook descending from the ceiling.
Meanwhile, her legs are spread nice and wide and her ass is left jutting out in his direction for him to abuse to his heart's content. At the same time, the glow of a shimmering Full Moon can be seen from between Aurora's dark ass cheeks, the base of her butt plug shining even now while the plug itself buzzes away in her ass.
At the same time, her star-like nipple and clit piercings glimmer as well, providing further light across the black backdrop that is her body. Of course, there's also the way the sweat glistens on her in the room's torchlight, covering her from head to toe as she wantonly moans before him.
Having laid a good number of strikes upon both of her cheeks, Harry finally sets the riding crop aside and moves around to Aurora's front where a hook descends from over the back of her head to pull at her nostrils, making her look even more ridiculous. Her tongue lolling out and waiting for him however… that bit is all on her. Smiling, Harry slaps his cock down onto Aurora's tongue for a moment and then slides into her waiting maw, groaning his enjoyment as the Professor, bound to him in servitude and as much his loyal slave as Bella, moans and gurgles around his cock.
Quickly setting a pace that's just shy of possible for Aurora to keep up with, Harry face fucks the beautiful witch, listening as she gags on his cock.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
All the while, her tongue swipes and slides back and forth across the underside of his shaft like mad, going absolutely crazy as he pistons in and out of her throat.
"That's a good girl. That's a darling pet."
Aurora's eyes half-roll back in her head at his praise and she cums on the spot despite his cock being nowhere near her cunt. The effect of her toys on her body, plus his words is all she apparently needs to splatter the floor of the room with her pussy juices, squirting all over the place. Meanwhile, Harry feels his hold on her magic solidify even further.
Of his two current bindings, Aurora was decidedly the newest. Not just because she was the second he bound with the ritual, but also because of how much history Bellatrix had with him in the previous timeline. As a result, while Harry's grip on her magic was still quite solid and Aurora's submission and subservience were in fact quite genuine… there was still more work to do with her than with Bella.
As such, Harry doesn't spend too long in the choking Professor's throat, ultimately pulling out of the dark-skinned witch and moving back around to her plush, freshly whipped backside.
CLAP!
"EEEP!"
His hands come down hard upon her ass, making Aurora squeal from the sudden renewed sensation from her poor abused buttocks. But then she moans, because he's inside of her a moment later, fucking her from behind as her buzzing butt plug provides a certain… additional element of pleasure for the young wizard.
Aurora moans as her entire body shakes and jiggles with his thrusts. His cock pistons in and out of her cunt and she cries out, cumming for him again and again. Unlike Bellatrix, she doesn't usually say much during these sessions of theirs. She only speaks when spoken to, only answering when questioned about this or that. Otherwise, she seems intent on playing the role of perfect fuck doll.
However… with the First Task only three more days away, Aurora must be feeling a little antsy. Because she breaks her streak tonight and pipes up, her voice hesitant and thready as she mewls.
"A-Are you sure… y-you don't need my help with the F-First Task, M-Master? I am yours… your instrument… e-even if they caught us, you c-could argue that since I belong to you as your p-property, it's perfectly, nnngh, legitimate."
Harry snorts derisively at that. While Aurora was technically correct, she was also clearly very caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He rears back a hand and gives her ass a spanking before shaking his head.
"We would get away with that once, at the expense of everyone knowing that I'd enslaved you, Professor. Not exactly a good look, is it?"
Aurora shudders and moans some more.
"Mmm… but I-I was willing… they c-can't… they can't reverse i-it if I was willing…"
Harry just rolls his eyes at that. Wasn't it Aurora herself who, before the ritual, told him that they would surely get caught and how bad that would be for them? And now the slutty bitch was advocating for unveiling the true nature of their relationship, all for a pointless tournament that barely even mattered. Shaking his head again, Harry reaches out and grabs Aurora by her hair, yanking her head back and fucking her even harder as he reaches around to play with one of her nipple piercings, much to her delight.
"You don't have to worry about me and the First Task, Aurora. I'll be fine. I've got it all under control."
Shivering, Aurora whimpers before nodding as best she can in his grasp.
"I-If you say so… Master… this s-slave apologizes for p-presuming to question your plans…"
Harry hums but ultimately just smiles.
"Apology accepted."
Then, he settles in to fucking her even harder and even faster. Yes. Plan. Which… with three days left, he probably SHOULD decide on his plan now, shouldn't he? Oh don't get him wrong, Harry wasn't concerned about anything. Facing the Hungarian Horntail again was something he would have no trouble with. As well, as already mentioned, the tournament was pointless anyways.
Except… he HAD made a wager with Fleur that he very much intended to win. So he should probably decide how exactly he was going to go about that. There were a number of ways he could score the most points in the First Task. But which would make sure that he easily trounced Fleur?