Harry let Professor Burbage lead the way to her office. Mostly because she knew better and it allowed Harry the perfect opportunity to check out her shapely arse, which even the Hogwarts robes would not hide. She gave Professor Sinistra a run for her money in that department, who gave Harry quite a few compelling reasons to want to stay up late at night to study Astronomy.
"Please, take a seat."
Professor Burbage was trying her best to be stern and disciplinary like Professor McGonagall did. However, Harry noticed that she was not with it.
"So, you're the new Muggle Studies teacher," Harry commented.
"Yes, Mr. Potter," Professor Burbage said. "The subject doesn't have quite as high of a turnover as the Defense position, but there's been quite a few. But that's not the reason why you're here…."
"Ginny asked me to put her underneath the Imperius Curse," Harry said. "Because of an incident that happened during her first year."
To her credit, Professor Burbage heard Harry's story. She looked him straight in the eyes. The entire Chamber of Secrets mess was certainly something, but given she attended Hogwarts when the entire Cursed Vaults excitement happened, it was believable.
"Bill did mention that Ginny could be a bit of a spitfire," Professor Burbage said.
"Oh, you knew Bill Weasley?" Harry asked.
"He was Head Boy, I was Head Girl, years ago," Professor Burbage said. "I won't say we were friends, but friendly,…and he ran around with a group of students a couple of years beneath us, who were…well they most certainly got mixed up as much as you did, Mr. Potter."
"I find that hard to believe, Professor, no offense," Harry said.
"Hogwarts…has always been a hotbed of excitement, sometimes too much excitement," Professor Burbage said. "It's prestige makes it worth the risk, although some just like the danger."
"So, you're pureblood or half-blood?" Harry asked.
"Mother was a witch, a Selwyn,My father was Muggleborn, but his parents disowned him for being a wizard, I never met my grandparents," Professor Burbage said. "Can you believe people can be so intolerant because someone is different from what they perceive as normal?"
Harry just sighed.
"I'll believe it."
For a second, Professor Burbage wondered if that hit a bit close to home. There were always a lot of stories about where Harry Potter was before he returned to their world. They were very idealized, but the truth was, what if he did not have the best homelife? She knew his mother had a sister, although that was mentioned as an afterthought, and perhaps that was where Harry was sent.
"We bleed all the same, we breathe the same air," Professor Burbage said. "Mum was disowned as well, for marrying a Muggleborn. There's a lot of that going around, unfortunately. I only ever talk to one member of that family, my distant cousin, Isabella, she was the Head Girl when you were a first year."
"So, am I in trouble, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Well, what you're doing isn't illegal," Professor Burbage said. "By our laws, and given you got Ginny's consent. In the Muggle World…what you're doing is a very gray area, isn't it? If I understand rightly, while Muggles can't perform the Imperius Curse…there are certain drugs which can alter the brain chemistry."
There was a long moment's pause before Harry leaned towards her.
"How much do you know about Muggles?" Harry asked.
"Bits and pieces, Dad left his old life behind for magic, but still I have a fascination for their culture," Professor Burbage said. "I collect…well I collect duct tape. Is that a bit crazy?"
Harry just paused for a second.
"And other…things," Professor Burbage said. "Turns out, I really need this job. My mother is considered a blood traitor and my father is…well you've heard what they said about Muggleborns, I'm sure."
"I've heard," Harry said.
"Before…I spent some time in the Muggle World…and I danced…for money," Professor Burbage said.
"Wait, you were a stripper?" Harry asked.
"The proper term is exotic dancer, Mr. Potter," Professor Burbage said. "And the owner of the club, had a strict, look, but don't touch policy. Although some of the women gave more…personal shows, but….I never needed to. Mostly because I saw that the Muggle Studies position opened up, and I hoped I could…well Dumbledore hired me."
"You don't really know that much about Muggles, do you?"
Harry's eyes fell upon her for a brief second and Professor Burbage flushed.
"I know enough to know enough," Professor Burbage said. "Thankfully most of my students are purebloods who know even less. Who are wowed by paperclips and rubber bands."
Harry just shook his head.
"You know, those coming into our world know very little about the Magical World, and your average witch or wizard knows dick all about Muggles," Harry said. "We should really have….well that's a problem."
"I agree," Professor Burbage said. "And the material I'm given is about a hundred years out of date."
Harry pinched his nose and sighed.
"What if I can get you better material and maybe…can you have an assistant teacher?" Harry asked.
"I'd…have to pay them out of my salary, which isn't that much," Professor Burbage said.
Harry just pondered for a second and he eyed Professor Burbage, with a small smile etched on his face.
"And what if I hired someone?" Harry asked.
"Well…that would…there's no rule against it," Professor Burbage said. "But, I'll manage."
"But, you can learn more about the Muggle World from her and you can be a lot better in educating others," Harry said. "And I think you'll find she's more than capable."
"I'm not sure if Miss Granger and I would…."
"No, not Hermione," Harry saiad. "I have someone else in mind."
Professor Burbage looked intrigued for a second.
"If you can get her to agree, I won't say no to the extra help," Professor Burbage said. "It's just….this job has the highest turnover rate than Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Sikander mentioned to me that he loved the job, but he got a few nasty threats about being too Pro-Muggle, and Professor Quirrell decided it was better for him to that trip to Albania then deal with the hostility that purebloods gave him for not teaching that Muggles are all savage."
Harry frowned.
"But, I'm sure Dumbledore won't let anything happen," Professor Burbage said.
"I just want the teachers do the best they can," Harry said. "But, I'm really not sure if you're cut out for this job. You say you danced, well I'm not sure if I'm convinced of that."
Professor Burbage just found herself gobsmacked. And she had a sudden desire to prove herself. She was a Gryffindor and they were bold and brazen.
"Mr. Potter, I believe you will be serving detention," she told him. "And you will be forced to eat your words….by seeing just what I can do."
The young blonde teacher flashed him a smile.
"Call me, Charity," she said. "That's what they called me at the club, Mr. Potter."
The moment she looked into Harry Potter's eyes, Charity Burbage felt her breath taken away. She moved over to get the radio but found that the music was playing.
"I believe it needs batteries, Professor."
Charity could have slapped herself. She knew that. There was another Muggle device that needed lots of batteries, that she had been using since the night Sirius Black escaped. She had been having some very vivid dreams that left her frustrating. And someone, somehow, cast a Patronus which chased off over a hundred Dementors. She was in Hogsmeade at the time, staying at a flat which she could barely make rent, when the power hit her.
There were a lot of rumors that Harry was responsible for it. Especially when Aurora told her that she swore she saw someone who looked like Harry Potter casting a Patronus that chased off of it.
"So it does," Charity said. "Ten points to Gryffindor for assisting your teacher, Mr. Potter."
And suddenly, music began. Charity started to bump her hips in time with the music and swayed. Harry sat back on the chair and enjoyed the show, as the Muggle Studies teacher slowly undid her robes.
Charity's heaving bosom had been strained in her blouse, which threatened to bust free. Her skirt raised up to show Harry a glimpse of her lacy black panties, stockings, and a garter belt. Charity bent over, showing Harry all over her body when she contorted back and forth.
And then, she moved, lightly unbuttoning a button. Harry had been drawn to her cleavage which flashed out into his line of sight. Charity then hiked up her skirt and moved, and swayed, showing Harry her panties.
"Mmm, remember, Mr. Potter," Charity said. "While at the club I used to work at, there was a strict no-touch policy, in my classroom, I have a different policy."
Harry reached in and put his hands on Charity's legs and ran his hands down onto her legs as she ground against him. Charity finished unbuttoning her blouse and then threw it down onto the ground, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra.
"Mmm, perhaps we should even things up, Mr. Potter."
Charity licked behind Harry's ear and moved down onto his neck. She had forgotten he was a student and technically, this was a breach of ethics, although really not against Hogwart's guidelines. She moved down his body and kissed him, revealing more and more of his flesh.
Suddenly, Charity removed his pants and his cock sprang out at rapid fire to smack her in the face. Well, that was going to be a black eye. Charity wrapped her hand around Harry's balls and fondled them, working back and forth as she teased him, thrilling him when she rubbed him hard. Charity just smiled and licked the tip of Harry's cock.
"Professor," Harry groaned.
The nympomaniac blonde teacher succumbed to desire and slipped the throbbing cock of the powerful wizard into her mouth. Charity just let out another moan when she bobbed her mouth up and down. Harry glided his hand against the back of her head and pushed down into her throat. He leaned in and made Charity swallow as much of his cock as she could suck.
She leaned in, edging his manhood down into her throat and squeezing his balls. Charity pressed her face against his abs and ground up against him. Harry pressed down against the back of her head and pushed down into her.
"You saw my cock and you wanted an excuse to get down on your knees and suck it," Harry said. "And to think, all you had to do was to ask nicely."
Charity just moaned around his cock, ensuring her lips pressed against him. She leaned in and made her cry out in pleasure. Charity let out another cry and gulped down, feeling his cock disappear into the back of her throat.
"Almost there," Harry said.
Charity's eyes rolled back as she felt a jolt of pleasure. Harry buried cum down her throat. Charity slurped hard for him, worshipping the cock of the powerful young wizard before her. Those withered old men who paid for dances and ruined their pants had nothing on him.
He leaned in and Charity hungered for him. He pulled out of her mouth and she swallowed his load when finishing all over him. Charity plunged down, breathing heavily when he finished deep inside of her mouth.
"Mmm, I need this in my coffee," Charity said. "And on everything else as well."
Charity rose up and Harry smiled.
"On your desk and spread your legs."
It was surprising, but Charity obeyed. Harry slipped her panties off and dove between her legs and made her cry out when he tongue-fucked her. Charity let out another cry when that tongue went into her and slurped her body. Charity thrashed her hips up and down.
"Ooooh, fuck, ooooh, fuck,' Charity moaned.
She would ride his cock in the middle of the Great Hall with everyone watching, if he asked asked her. And Harry Potter climbed up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them.
"These are mine now," Harry told her.
Charity just flipped Harry over and tried to gain some facade of control. She sank her hot box down onto his cock, and marveled at his quick recoverly time. Charity's breasts swayed back and forth. She leaned in and pushed down onto him.
"You're in detention Mr. Potter…and your…punishment…is to suck my big tits."
Harry buried himself face down into the busty professor. Charity rode down onto him and hugged his head into her chest as she worked her kegals around Harry's big thick rod. She leaned in and Harry just plunged down onto her. Harry nibbled on her and marked her.
"Fuck yes!"
Charity moaned and shook all over the place. Harry sucked on her tits with what seemed like an eternity. If they were full of milk, they would suck her dry. And Charity could feel those balls getting heavier. It was almost like he was subcconciously using his magic to stave off his finish.
Well, Charity just doubled down and fucked herself brainless on Harry Potter's big thick cock. She could not believe a situation escalated to this, but she was not sorry for that.
Harry just smiled and pushed down into her.
"Professor, I think this detention…is most certainly different," Harry said.
Charity just tightened around him and with one more push, she finally earned a creampie. A big fat one buried deep inside of her pussy as she bounced up and down to milk those magnificent balls.
Oh, that was a lot of cum. Charity imagined the scandal of Harry Potter knocked her up. And how pissed Aurora and Septima would be, that she beat them to the punch. Bathsheda too, come to think of it. She briefly giggled and not just because Harry sucked her nipples.
"I believe you'll be spending the next week with me in detention, Mr. Potter," Charity said. "If anyone asks, you're doing lines."
And not in the same way Charity did lines in the height of her party girl years.
"Of course, Professor. I wouldn't learn my lesson."
Harry milked the moment by groping her. And it took Charity a full ten minutes to give him a half-hearted telling off.
Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger sat before Professor Minerva McGonagall after they had been sent to her office. She listened to the entire situation.
She really needed a drink. And with the Triwizard Tournament coming up, Minerva had a funny feeling she was going to need several drinks. Especially with Bagman and Karkaroff involved.
"Miss Granger, if Miss Weasley asked Mr. Potter to place her underneath the Imperius Curse, that is perfectly acceptable by our laws," Minerva said. "Consent was given, and some couples…use it to roleplay their fantasies."
She hated to have to explain this to a fifteen year old witch.
"But, it just…it just seems wrong," Hermione said.
"Did we not have the talk last year, Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked. "Particularly powerful wizards like Mr. Potter may in fact ensnare the affections of many young witches. If things get out of hand, then that is a matter for the Hogwarts staff to intervene with, and not up to you."
"It's just…it's just not right…." Hermione murmured.
"Oh, because he's not putting you under his power, maybe?" Ginny asked. "Let's face it, Hermy…you just wish that Harry put you under his control and you…would like someone very powerful to tell you what to do."
"Miss Weasley, enough," McGonagall said. "I thank you for your concerns, Miss Granger. And Miss Weasley, the next time, please do not restrain another student with duck tape without their consent…."
"Duct tape, Professor," Hermione said without thinking.
She got a stern look from McGonagall.
"She walked in on us, Professor, when we were….you are aware of the life debt between myself and Harry, correct?" Ginny asked.
"Albus informed me, yes," McGonagall said. "I believe Professor Burbage will be sorting out Mr. Potter, and perhaps his only crime is not using proper locking and silencing spells at the moment. And I would suggest the two of you take steps to avoid each other."
"Fine by me," Ginny said. "Although, you might want to talk with Mum about not putting her in my room during the summer in the future."
McGonagall sighed, really wanting that drink. That was both out of her power and convincing Molly Weasley of anything, when her mind had already been made up, well she was a proud woman. That's about the nicest way Minerva could put it.
"I'll…I'll leave her alone," Hermione said.
Ginny looked pleased.
"The two of you will be serving detention," McGonagall said. "Seperate ones. Miss Weasley, you will be serving with Mr. Filch, cleaning the trophy room. No magic."
"Fine, Professor," Ginny said.
"And you, Miss Granger, you will be assisting Professor Trelawney," McGonagall said.
"Professor!" Hermione yelled, scandalized.
McGonagall hoped that Hermione would learn a lesson. Then again, she failed to learn a lesson with that time turner last year. Minerva McGonagall never thought she would advise a student to take their students less seriously, but with Hermione, it was tempting.
"Oooh, tough luck," Ginny murmured.
"Miss Granger, you may leave, and in ten minutes, Miss Weasley will be able to follow…do not let me catch you interacting with each other until you can be civil."
Hermione cast one last agitated look at Ginny, who cheerfully waved. Minerva just cleared her throat and Hermione was off and Ginny left.
The minute Ginny Weasley's footsteps faded on the hall, Minerva McGonagall decided to have that drink.
Well, this year was quite the interesting, and the teachers were already on edge due to the Triwizard Tournament. Something that many felt got fast-tracked to this year, due to the Ministry wanting to distract with how badly they fumbled the entire Sirius Black thing.
The night Sirius Black escaped, Minerva felt power unlike she had ever seen before.
The truth was, for some time, Minerva McGonagall had used glamor spells to make her appear to be much older than she should. People attributed her accelerated witch aging to the stress of her husband dying, the strain of juggling so many jobs, and dealing with the escalating hostility between James Potter and Severus Snape for seven straight years, as Dumbledore twindled his thumbs and twinkled his eyes.
All those things caused a lot of strain on Minerva. The past ten years had been particularly rough for Minerva, as Hogwarts had an increasing number of incidents which put the students in peril, and Albus Dumbledore wished to keep everything eternally.
It would be a couple more years before Minerva need not bother with the glamor spells at the rate she was going. She had not wanted to deal with anyone courting her, after her husband died. But now, she felt like like the age she would be if she did not have magic.
And soon she would start to look at it. Although, she felt far younger in the weeks after the night of June 6th, when Sirius Black escaped. And when that mysterious Patronus spell came across the grounds.
Filius said he could have sworn he saw it was a stag. But it was hard to tell.
Minerva got the message that Potter would be serving detention for the next week with Burbage. Well, she actually did show some sense of responsibility and authority after all, then being distracted in and awe over this Duck tape.
To be young and that carefree, well it had been a very long time for Minerva. Almost a lifetime ago.
"Good…now bring…trivial memories to the front."
Daphne sat in front of Harry, as they were working on his mental shields, for his Occlumency. Tracey wrapped her arms around Harry and began to play with his cock when she toyed with him. Nice, sensual memories, with a soft, understanding instructor would allow Harry to fortify his mental shields faster.
Tracey ran her fingers down Harry's cock and allowed Daphne to nudge him. Harry gently guided Daphne out of his mind.
"The best way to try…and keep people out is make them feeling that going in is a waste of time," Daphne said. "And it's best…to bombard them with memories that would fluster them, and make them want to pull out before they could reach deep into the protective layer of your mind sphere."
Daphne unbuttoned her top and revealed her breasts for Harry. Tracey just casually pumped Harry. Harry committed Daphne's breasts to his mind. All of the thoughts of what he wanted to do with them entered his mind as Tracey rolled her fingers down here.
"Although, I know it's hard, but the best thing when dealing with Snape is to speak calmly with him," Daphne told him with a smile. "Let him be the one to be the aggressor…you have every reason in the world to be upset with him. I know…but the less he knows the better."
Daphne showed her panties which gave Harry another vivid memory to use as his line of defense. Harry was gradually creating a line of filth and depravity that would trip up even the most hardened of wizards. Daphne flickered her finger over her pussy.
"Oooh, how I wish you can touch me," Daphne said. "But, once we find a way to break that contact…you can do anything you want to me…and since you've done such a good job, you can do anything you want to Tracey."
Tracey just flashed him a hungry smile and Harry pulled Tracey onto his lap. He kissed and groped her body, making Tracey just flare in lust when he ran a finger up inside of her. He pulled her closer towards him.
"Do you enjoy being my little fuck doll," Harry breathed in her ear.
"Yes, sir."
Harry removed Tracey's clothes and played with the brunette's body. Harry cupped Tracey's knockers and teased them, making her breath in pleasure. Harry ground up against her while Tracey watched eagerly. Then it was time for Harry to bury his cock deep inside of her tight pussy.
"You love playing with my toys, don't you, Harry?" Daphne asked. "And I love watching you play…keep going. A little bit deeper."
Tracey worked her hips up and Harry pushed deep inside of her. Tracey closed her walls around him and Harry buried more of himself inside of her. Harry kissed her nipples and made Tracey flush for him, breathing in pleasure as she toyed her.
Harry watched as Daphne stripped down completely naked. The forbidden fruit, at least until he could find a way to break that marriage contract, sat in front of him. Her eyes flooded with pleasure as he slammed deep inside of Tracey and filled her up. Tracey let out another cry, with his cock ramming deep inside of her. Tracey tightened around him and cum.
"Mmm, a little bit deeper," Daphne breathed.
Daphne's soft hands rubbed against Harry's body. Her large breasts pressed against him. Harry needed, wanted, to reach around and grab her between the legs, but he just could not do it. Daphne closed her eyes and could feel a flicker of energy go through her, breathing heavily when he pressed down inside of her.
"Yes," Daphne gasped hard for him. "So…good."
"Just wait until I…we can do more," Harry said. "It will be something like this."
Harry used Tracey as his own personal stress relief and slammed into the brunette, driving her beyond wild with pleasure. Tracey's walls tightened and released him, milking his cock.
Tracey threw herself back up and made sure to take everything Harry had. Harry leaned in and slammed down inside of her before he came hard inside of her.
Tracey could feel the cum splattering inside of her. She let out another moan, when he finished erupting deep inside of her, his balls tightening as spurt after spurt of seed emptied inside of her body.
The second Harry pulled out, Daphne brushed a finger against his cock and collected the combined juices. She popped them into her mouth.
"You love finding loopholes," Harry said.
"And I'm sure you'll love finding one, that will cuck the Notts," Daphne said with a smile.
"I'm taking Tracey for the night…so I can practice my exercises before bed."
And with that, Daphne smiled and handed Harry Tracey's collar and leash before he smuggled her inside of the Gryffindor tower underneath the Invisibility Cloak.
Lyra Malfoy folded her arms when she waited for Harry Potter to join her. Six days before the delegates arrived from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for the drawing for the Triwizard Tournament, and five days before that bet she made with Daphne would end.
And Potter got himself in detention with the Muggle Studies teacher of all people. How, just how? She was lower than Filch. Lower than Trelawney. Lower than Binns even.
"I'm here," Harry replied.
"Good," Lyra told him. "Because, I don't appreciate these others….cutting into our time."
Harry just raised an eyebrow.
"The time we have for lessons, Potter," Lyra said. "I don't want you to hold back. I need to fight this curse and I have five days to do it."
She was rather desperate for him.
"You know, you could learn some manners," Harry said.
"Are you going to have Peeves trash the room again and make me clean things the Muggle way?" Lyra asked. "Because this time, you aren't going to make me do that."
"No, but you will refer to me as you do when you think no one is listening," Harry said.
"What are you talking about?"
"When you talk to me, you're to call me, Daddy."
The nerve of….Lyra found herself completely flushed.
"Absolutely not, I'm not some Muggle tart who gets off on calling other men Daddy," Lyra said.
"Oh, your mother told me differently," Harry said. "And speaking of…your father, have you noticed your usual…lack of extravagant gifts over the past few days?"
Lyra noticed and if she did not get her daily dose of sweets soon ,she was going to send her father a howler. First she was going have to learn to make one.
"It's…he's busy," Lyra said.
"Busy learning how to make a decent dinner, maybe," Harry said with a chuckle.
Lyra's eyes flashed in frustration.
"I told your mother about what happened during our second year," Harry said. "About the entire Chamber of Secrets incident and how your father was involved."
"You slandered my father, Potter!" Lyra shouted. "You won't get away with this."
"Oh, but I have," Harry said. "And your mother…she cut him off, no house elves will be making his meals and he is limited to the amount of money he draws out of the Gringotts account per month. Guess the Fudges have to tighten the belts as well."
Lyra grew flushed.
"Oh dear, what kind of man can't even manage his own finances?" Harry asked. "It's obvious why you're such a brat. You don't have a proper, strong influence in her life…and that's why you aren't able to break the Imperius Curse."
And then, Lyra went to hex him, but Harry blocked her arm, removed her robes, and flipped her skirt up before spanking her relentlessly. He completely humbled and dominated her without a single spell.
Lyra breathed heavily when she was slumped over the desk.
"Say it," Harry said. "Say, I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Put me under the damn curse," Lyra breathed. "And make me do it."
"Not until you say the words," Harry said. "You'll be greeting our foreign guests in a maid uniform at this rate."
"Potter, you are a dickhead…."
For the second time, Harry spanked Lyra. He must have charmed her so the slaps lingered for longer, and Lyra found her thighs throbbing, juices pooling into it.
"Say it," Harry said.
"Fuck….."
Harry spanked her again.
"Don't cum."
And he stopped her. He stopped her. With just two words.
"You can't tell me what to do," Lyra said. "You can't…tell me what you do."
"You can either call me Daddy, or you can suck my cock," Harry said. "It's your choice."
And here a furious Lyra tore open Harry's pants and revealed his cock, completely erect. Lyra leaned in and tentatively licked his cock.
"Obviously, Daddy is going to have to train you to suck that cock like a proper whore."
And Harry grabbed Lyra by her hair. No wizard would dare touch her hair, they would get a nasty curse, and yet Harry Potter did. Harry Fucking Potter, that big dicked bastard, slammed his cock down into her throat, and made her just gasp when he throat-fucked the hell out of her. Lyra let out another moan when he pushed down onto it.
"Breathe, you daft cow."
Tears streamed down Lyra's eyes when Harry abused her mouth. A small voice wondered if this was Harry Potter enacting revenge on her for all of the cruel comments she made over the last three years. Harry drilled her mouth, and made Lyra choke on his cock.
"Good little slut, show Daddy how much you've learned today."
Lyra decided to go for broke while he made her throat bust for his cock. She tried to do her best impression of a Knockturn Alle whore.
Her jaw was sore, but Harry gave her nothing. Harry rammed deep inside of her and made her cry.
"Let's see those tits," Harry said.
And Lyra removed her top, exposing them for Harry. Harry grabbed her and rapidly throat fucked her.
"Don't swallow. Keep my cum in your mouth."
Lyra obeyed him. He was not putting her under the curse. And yet, that strong personality was forcing her to accept his cum straight down her throat. Harry edged in and used Lyra's throat like a pussy, hammering her and making her breath in pleasure.
"Not as good as your mother…but you'll do."
Lyra could not respond to that with a mouthful of cum .She did her impression of a chipmunk with her cheeks stuffed to the brim. Harry pulled her up and casually fingered her, while groping her breasts.
"Mouth shut," Harry breathed. "And you're going to share that cum with the first witch that walks through that door."
Lyra found herself unable to do anything other than accept Harry groping her body for his pleasure. And that cock ground up against her. Lyra wanted it inside of her, but he was not going to stick it inside of her.
Harry made a point in playing with her hair, knowing how much Lyra hated people touching her hair.
"Here comes someone right now."
And the door opened, with Su Li, a Ravenclaw in Harry and Lyra's year, stepping in. Lyra instantly grabbed Su and kissed her, full on the lips, and shared the cum she had.
Su, to her credit, just rolled with it, and decided to grope Lyra in response.
"Mmm, that happened. Care to have some fun, stud?"
And suddenly, a beautiful Latina witch, with dark-hair, blue eyes and luscious lips, along with a nice buxom figure slipped in. Harry recognized her as Mandy Brocklehurst, who was one of Su's friends, and she quickly threw her arms around Harry's neck to snog him while stroking his cock.
"Your not so little friend, says yes," Mandy breathed. "I can't wait to get to know it really well."
Su pulled away with interest and watched as Mandy dropped to her knees. Mandy gobbled up Harry's cock.
"Stay, Lyra."
"So, you trained the Rich Bitch," Su said with a smile. "Impressive."
Harry beckoned Su to come over and she joined her friend on her knees, worshipping his cock. One Asian witch and one Latina were on their knees, taking turns pleasuring Harry's cock as Lyra had been forced to watch. Mandy and Su worked their tongues up and down him and pleasured him.
Su took Harry deep into her throat when Mandy throated his balls. The two pleasured Harry and Mandy, dirty girl she was, shoved her tongue into her Harry's arse while Su sucked his cock.
"You shameless slag," Lyra breathed.
"No touching."
Lyra found herself unable to relieve, as two more witches with a capital b monopolized her valuable lesson time.
"This is part of my Occlumency training," Harry said.
"Mmm, I approve of this," Mandy said while tracing lewd words around his cock.
"Me too," Su said. "Oooh, I knew you were hung….I can't wait to have this fat cock wreck me."
"You couldn't take it," Lyra said.
"You be quiet, Rich Girl," Su said.
The two lustful Ravens took turns pleasuring Harry's manhood before he erupted. Mandy got the taste of cum, as it fired deep inside of her, breathing when she took it.
Su swirled her tongue around him, smiling when she pulled her way out.
"Better than my dreams," Su said. "And you know…if you want Cho Chang…I can deliver her to you."
"I promised him Cho Chang," Lyra said.
"You talk big, but I get results," Su said.
"How about some motivation?" Harry asked.
Su just grinned and spread her legs. Harry felt the tightest and wettest pussy he ever had the pleasure of being in. Su clung onto him while Mandy teased herself off to the side. Harry just plunged down into her.
"Cho…and all of her little posse…they'll all be slobbering over your dick like a bunch of common slags," Su said. "Just like Rich Girl over there…look at that puppy drooling…bad puppy!"
Su managed to slap Lyra on the face with a newspaper, before, Harry reigned her in and fucked her relentlessly. Su wrapped her walls around Harry and he rode her faster and faster.
Mandy diddled herself while she watched Harry plow deep inside of Su. Mandy just smiled when she licked lips and sucked on it when Harry plunged down inside of her.
"Mmm, Mum was right…nothing like a big powerful cock…reshaping your insides," Su said.
"Too bad they're rare among wizards," Mandy said.
"And that's why…we must protect…this gem," Su moaned.
Su came hard for Harry. The second Su collapsed, gasping, Mandy took over. Mandy rose up and sank down onto him. She rode his cock very hard and breathed in pleasure when she pounded her way onto him. Harry just squeezed her tits and made Mandy just explode for him.
"I love it," Mandy said. "Oooh, you shouldn't…maturity has done you nicely….Harry Potter."
Harry leaned in and rubbed her nipples while a panting Lyra viewed Mandy take his dick down inside of her. Mandy snugly fit around him while she pumped down onto him.
Eventually, Harry was in the process of fucking Su and Mandy in turns. And he teased Lyra, slowly edging her.
"There's only one way for you to finish, Princess," Harry taunted her.
"Oh, you better do what he says, Rich Girl," Su moaned. "Oh, you'll have a very…very….long and dry year."
Harry fondled Mandy's delicious tits before turning her on all fours. The thick bootied Latina witch moaned as Harry plowed down inside of her. He could feel himself rising, closer and closer to the pleasure. He leaned in and made her cry in pleasure.
One more push in both of them, with Harry edging Lyra to the breaking point.
"Please make me cum…Daddy."
"Say it louder."
"LET ME CUM, DADDY!"
Su and Mandy came to Lyra being humbled. Harry allowed her to finish and Harry buried his cock deep inside of Su's pussy before she rang out every last drop of seed in her body with pleasure.
Mandy just moved in and sucked Harry's cock. Those expressive eyes showed just how much she wanted it. And Su joined him.
Amelia Bones let out a frustrated groan. Stacks on stacks of trial transcripts dating back almost twenty years were scattered amongst her office. The Ministry's record keeping was a mess, but she figured, perhaps foolishly, finding a trial for a figure as prominent as Sirius Black, would be a relatively simple manner.
One would also think that with magic, they would also have a more efficient filing system.
"Is that everything, Ms. Perkins?"
Audrey Perkins, Amelia's assistant, nodded in response.
"Madam Bones, that's every trial transcript for anyone accused or convicted of Death Eater activity I can find," Audrey said. "I can check again."
"Please do," Amelia said. "And check the Centaur Liaison Office while you're at it."
Centaur Liaison office, no one centaur ever used it, no one ever worked there unless they were on their way out of the Ministry. Magical Maintence may have maintained it once a year, if they got around it. And sometimes, important reports, somehow found their way stashed down there.
Amelia furiously flipped through the reports, in an attempt to see if the Black trial transcripts somehow got stuck to something.
"Being a Desk Jockey isn't what it's cracked up to be, is it, Amy?"
The only woman who had the balls to call her Amy, showed up. Zari Li, the second in command behind Rufus Scrimgeour in the Auror Department, turned up, along with Scrimgeour himself and Kingsley Shacklebolt, the lead Auror who was taking over the Sirius Black investigation.
"Good morning, Lieutenant Li, Captain Scrimgeour, Auror Shacklebolt," Amelia said briskly. "I've been trying to find the transcript of Sirius Black's trial because Harry Potter has requested it."
"Mmm, that's…curious," Scrimgeour said. "Why would he request it?"
"Well, he wants to know what the man who had his parents killed had to say for himself when he was convicted," Amelia said. "And to be honest, I do as well…although I never did read a trial transcript. And I don't remember hearing from a single Ministry official who attended the trial. Have any of you seen the transcript?"
They all shook their heads, as Amelia flipped through the transcript of the trial of the Lestranges and Bartemius Crouch Junior, and her stomach turned when she recalled that mess. And then there was Snape's trial, which was one of the shortest transcripts she ever read. Dumbledore vouched for Snape, the council cleared him within fifteen minutes. Despite no one seeing any evidence presented.
Amelia was just a mere Auror at that point and she was honestly surprised Crouch did not put up that much of a stink about Snape being let off so easily.
"Oooh, I hunted that rat bastard down for six months and just because Dumbledore said he was a good boy, he was let to go and teach at Hogwarts," Zara said furiously.
"Zara, watch it," Amelia said.
"All of the evidence I found disappeared as well," Zara said. "Black's trial should be here."
"And if it's not, that's a serious problem," Scrimgeour said. "Because, a powerful enough person could file a motion to invalidate his conviction, and we can't ever prove he had a trial."
'It has to be somewhere," Zara said. "Trial transcripts just don't grow legs and walk off."
"Fudge had to have seen it," Shacklebolt said. "Otherwise,, he wouldn't have given an executive order to give Black the Dementor's Kiss without seeing all of the evidence."
"No one would be that stupid," Scrimgeour said.
A long pause followed.
"I don't think there's a single response I can make that would not get me fired," Zara said.
"Well, he had to….we'll find it," Amelia said. "If not….Black needs to go to trial."
"With what evidence?" Scrimgeour asked. "Memories have been modified long time ago, the crime scenes have been magically modified to erase the presence of anything magical."
Amelia sighed. This was a mess.
"I want to speak with Harry Potter," Amelia said.
"Oooh, do you?" Zara asked. "After he inflated that loud mouth woman, I wanted to…take a closer look at his home situation. Because, no one performs accidentally magic at age thirteen, not without just cause."
"I did after the incident the year before," Amelia said. "Fudge claimed Potter swore up and down it was a house elf, but he laughed it off."
These two incidents should have mandated a full investigation, with Auror involvement. Instead, they were quickly brushed to the side by Fudge and by Dumbledore.
"And there's everything going on at Hogwarts," Scrimgeour said.
"Dumbledore must have got the situation under control," Shacklebolt argued.
"Maybe," Zara said skeptically. "And you know…the other rumors."
"June 6th?" Amelia asked. "The strange blast of power that every witch at Hogwarts went through."
"My younger sister, she was a seventh year at the time, she felt it," Shacklebolt said.
"My daughter felt it," Zara said.
"So did my niece," Amelia said. "But is it Potter?"
"Well, Su and Susan may be getting dicked down by Harry Potter as we speak," Zara said while caused everyone to get scandalized. "And…if he's capable…of performing magic like that…it's the duty of us…to investigate the matter further, you know. And there's a lot more things we should investigate at Hogwarts."
"I've tried navigating that mindfield, Zara," Amelia said.
"Right, The Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot investigated the Hogwarts Headmaster and found he did nothing wrong," Zara said. "Let's forget the fact they're the same person."
Amelia agreed with Zara, but Dumbledore managed to stonewall a lot of things that should investigate it. And Amelia did not have the political capital to go around him, not without probable cause.
"Madam Bones, I'm back."
Audrey walked up.
"I didn't find the Sirius Black trial transcripts," Audrey said. "But, I did find the Potter family will."
Amelia snatched the dusty document away from Audrey. She had been looking for it for almost two years. Because something about Harry Potter's living situation did not seem right to her.
"Madam Bones?" Scrimgeour asked.
Amelia would have to run this by a legal expert to get a second opinion. But, she believed she found their probable cause to investigate many things that were left uninvestigated.
"Get me Auror Tonks," Amelia said.
"You mean the Auror who is a Metamorphmagus and still can't figure out a way not to have two left feet?" Zara asked. "I'm on it."
And without another word, Zara returned and returned with a bubbly, and slightly clumsy young woman.
"You wanted to see me, Boss?" Tonks asked.
"Nymphadora," Amelia said, which really got her full attention. "I want to tell your mother I will be seeing her for dinner in two days. There's an extremely important matter that I wish to discuss with her."
Tonks nodded and almost tripped on her way out.
"Smooth as usual," Zara said.
"Hey, don't knock the kid's passion," Scrimgeour said.
"She's good at what she does," Shacklebolt agreed.
Amelia started to scribble something on a piece of paper.
"Audrey, tell Mr. Bagman I will be personally overseeing extra security for the Triwizard Tournament," Amelia said. "And send this letter to Professor McGonagall, advising her that I will be turning up on October 29th with a small group of Aurors."
"But, not Professor Dumbledore?" Audrey asked.
"Albus…would try and talk me out of it,' Amelia said. "However, I've signed an executive order which is being filed this afternoon that would need the full Wizengamot to overturn."
"Good look on getting those bastards to show up to actually do their job on such short notice," Zara murmured.
"What about Minister Fudge?" Shacklebolt asked.
"Away on his annual golfing trip until November 5th," Amelia said.
No one quite knew why the Minister of Magic enjoyed this particular Muggle sport. Although some suspected that "golfing trip" was code for something else entirely.
Amelia gambled on this working out in her favor. Because if it did not, she would be heading straight to early retirement. If not a stay in Azkaban if she ruffled enough feathers too badly.
Still, an alliance with Harry Potter would be one that would be very beneficial.
The Triwizard Tournament approached and in almost three days, the delgants would arrive. Lyra Malfoy only had two days to find a way to break the Imperius Curse. But, to be honest, she was no closer to breaking the curse now than she was when they started.
In fact, Harry could make her do things without even wasting any energy putting her underneath the curse. Harry spent a lot of time with his new "study buddies" Mandy and Su, and also training his mental shields with Daphne and Tracey. And also, there was detentions with Charity, always a treat. And Ginny and Susan continued their lessons, with Parvati also joining in on the fun.
Of course, his relationship with Hermione was rather strained, after the incident with Ginny. Ron had just shaken his head.
"And people call me stubborn," Ron said. "Look, she'll come around, she always does."
And on that night, Hermione walked over towards him. She looked rather tired, even more tired than when she was using the Time Turner.
"We need to talk," Hermione said.
"Oh we need to…."
"HARRY!"
Harry turned around and saw a gorgeous brunette witch approach him from the Great Hall. Penelope Clearwater appeared and walked over towards him. The entire Great Hall watched as Penny threw her arms around Harry and hugged him.
Harry noticed Hermione slip off into the shadows, but he would deal with that later.
"Glad you can make it," Harry told Penelope.
"Well, I'm glad…you asked me to come," Penelope said when she brushed a lock of hair. "Look at you…it's been a long time since I last saw you. You look like you can pass as a seventh year."
Harry just smiled when he moved her over.
"So, are you going to work as my personal assistant?" Harry asked her.
"It beats washing dishes at the Leaky Cauldron," Penny said with a smile. "And we should meet Charity…and head over to Gringotts…to make arrangements…is Dumbledore going to let you go?"
"I'll find a way to work around him," Harry said. "It's my right as the last member of a pureblood family to…."
"POTTER!"
And then, here he came to ruin Harry's night. Harry had been avoiding Snape all of this time, because he could not stomach look at the man. He only attended Potions class, but kept a low profile.
"Professor, what can I do for you?" Harry asked with forced calmness.
Even though he would like nothing better than to boil Snape in a vat of his own hair grease.