The sorting was one of the most important rituals, not just at Hogwarts but in the entire British wizarding society. After all, everyone born and raised in the British Isles went through the sorting, and throughout the centuries, the secret of the sorting hat was successfully kept from all incoming first years. It was an experience that was shared by all.
Which made it all the more monumental when, during a refurbishing of an unused wing of the castle, a series of ancient artefacts and documents dating to the time of the founders were discovered.
The staff, the headmistress, the board of governors and several waves of researchers - from independent scholars to unspeakables - pored over everything, and in the end, they all agreed that these discoveries were the genuine article.
Initially terrified, the ministry quickly embraced these findings, seeing them as an opportunity to unite what had become a fractious society.
It also felt like a fresh start after all the turmoil of the past two decades. Voldemort's rise to power, the ministry teetering on the edge collapse, his miraculous banishment by a one year old baby, and then, just a year ago, the final, ridiculous twist in the story, where Albus Dumbledore had sacrificed his life to allow a nine year old Harry Potter to truly kill the dark lord once and for all.
Yes, now that all that was well and truly done with - upon the Dark Lord's death, all marked death eaters had screamed in agony as they perished along with him - it was time to start anew.
Minerva McGonagall, newly minted headmistress, sat at the head of a table that included Filius Flitwick and the entire board of governors. The board had recently lost four of its members after the dark lord's final demise, including its spearhead, Lucius Malfoy.
"What about Hogsmeade trips? Hogsmeade was not around during the school's founding." Asked one of the governors.
Minerva looked to her Filius, who gave her a noncommittal shrug.
"I believe it should be allowed." Said Sirius Black, who was rapidly beginning to dominate the new board. "Give the wizarding world at large a taste of these new changes. After all, I doubt these kids are just gonna go back to normal after they graduate."
Everyone nodded eagerly, and Minerva had to hold back a snort. Leave it to Sirius Black to give such a reasonable sounding justification for all these people's desires to fuck teenagers.
Not that she could say anything. Strict authoritarian she may be, but she was also human, and she was very much looking forward to seeing many of her students when term began.
"Is this a free for all for us, or is it also dependent on your Hogwarts house?" Amelia Bones asked.
"I think it'd be too cumbersome to have the adults follow house lines." Filius said. "Professors can cross houses, it should be the same for adults."
"Agreed, besides," Walthorp Blake spoke up from behind his handlebar moustache. "I know plenty of international friends that will be visiting Hogsmeade during those weekends."
"Already profiting from this, eh?" Sirius said with a wry grin.
"Promoting tourism."
There was a short round of laughter before Amelia Bones cut in. "And what of the muggleborns?"
Minerva looked to Filius, who nodded, "We've created a simple charm, nothing too strong, but merely something that will ensure the parents are accepting."
The governors were satisfied with the answer, and Minerva decided it was time to wrap things up. "Well, the amended letters are ready to be sent out, all preparations are well underway, there is only one more important issue to be discussed."
She reached into her robe and pulled out a simple golden ring with strange runes engraved on its edges.
This was one of the artefacts that had been discovered along with the founder's lost charter, and it was crucial to the entire process.
"Is that?..."
"It is." Minerva nodded. "This is Rowena Ravenclaw's greatest invention."
"How does it work? I mean, does every bloke in Britain have to try it on or something?"
Minerva shook her head. "No. It merely needs to be activated, and it will select the most worthy wizard in the nation. The wizard's name shall then appear on the ring."
"Well, let's have at it then." One of the governors said.
Minerva placed the ring on the table and Filius tapped it with his wand, muttering an incantation in a language none of them could comprehend.
With a whirr, the runes at the edge began to spin rapidly. Everyone leaned in as the ring gave off a soft green aura, an aura that was pulsating outward, sending out omnidirectional waves of ancient magic.
"Woah." Sirius said. They could all feel the weight of the magic, feel its power as each pulse was sent out.
The runes spun faster and faster as the whirr became louder. Just as one of the governors went to cover their ears, there was a loud click, and then the spinning began to slow down.
The runes now showed legible letters, though the letters cycled fast, as if thousands of names were being sorted through as the ring made its selection.
Everyone was rapt with attention as they watched. The letters were now slow enough for them to follow, and they waited with baited breath, until finally, with another click, the ring stopped.
One could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed, a silence that was broken by a snorting Sirius Black. "Merlin, why am I not surprised? Prongs would be shedding tears of joy!"
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As the sorting of September 1st 1991 approached, the excitement in the air was palpable.
When the students stepped out at Hogsmeade station, everyone got a glimpse of the new uniforms. The boy's uniforms were nothing special, the robes had been replaced by plain trousers and collared shirts with ties.
The girls, though… the girls were a sight to behold. Flat Mary-Jane shoes, striped knee-high socks, impossibly short skirts and tight-fitting white blouses. What they weren't wearing was just as important, as the girls had shed all their undergarments. Their nipples and breasts were clear and visible against the material of their tops, and the boys even got glimpses of their tight little snatched as their skirts kicked up every other step.
The evening chill worked its magic as well, turning nipples rock hard and making bumps of gooseflesh appear on miles of creamy legs.
At this point, they split up by gender. The older girls joined the first years on the fleet of boats going up to the castle, many ending up with water splashed onto their white tops. The first year boys were confined to their own specific boats, and the older boys rode the carriages up to the castle.
The great hall thrummed with a deep energy as the boys all sat at their house tables. There was a fifth table now, its banners white and its seats empty for now.
Minerva could see many of the boys adjusting lumps in their pants. She had certainly never seen a student body more eager to start the year.
Through a side-door, the first year boys were brought in just as the sorting hat and its stool were being brought out. The brim tore open and it launched into song, though most weren't really listening.
What followed was what felt like the longest sorting in history for many, even though it was by far the quickest. Michael Corner kicked things off, being sorted into Ravenclaw. Vincent Crabbe went to Slytherin, Draco Malfoy did the same, and ten interminable minutes later, Ron Weasley went to Gryffindor and Blaise Zabini to Slytherin. No one even noticed that Harry Potter, who was supposed to attend this year, hadn't been called up.
The conventional sorting completed, the hat and stool were hauled away, and Headmistress McGonagall stood up.
She surveyed her students for a moment before casting a sonorus charm.
"As I am sure you are all aware, there have been some very big changes to the way our school operates. We hope to enrich your education as we follow the intentions of the founders. Hogwarts has now become a free-use school."
Cheers erupted throughout the chamber. Many boys banged on the table, shooting glances at the side door where the entire female population was located.
"Settle down!" Her stern voice instantly silenced the antsy boys. "Now, the rules were detailed in your Hogwarts letters, but seeing as some of you have a propensity to skim-" her eyes darted to the Weasley twins, who gave her shit-eating grins in response, "I will explain them now, before we go through our second sorting."
Many of the students groaned, but they were smart enough to keep them low and hushed.
Minerva cleared her throat. "First, there will be absolutely no sexual activity until the sorting is complete. Anyone who so much as feels up a leg will spend the rest of the opening feast inside of their dorm room, alone."
That more than spooked them all into compliance as several of the boys straightened up in their seats.
"Now, once the sorting is complete, the female students will be free to use at all times, including meal times and during classes, though I exhort you to not let it affect your studies. Any student that falls behind on their grades will lose access to sexual activity for a period of time."
She'd come up with that little bit on a whim, but seeing the horrified looks on their faces, she realized she had a powerful disciplinary tool on her hands. House points had mostly become a joke, and the impact was only really felt when big chunks were deducted. Revoking feee-use privileges, though… it would scare even the Weasley twins straight.
"Now, once a witch is sorted into a house, she is free to use by any and all of her house mates, as well as by the staff. But - and this is important - members of other houses are not allowed to touch them. A Hufflepuff boy cannot touch a Ravenclaw girl, for example."
It was clear that most had not read the letter through, as they were all surprised by this revelation. Glances were shot across house tables, as a territorial sense of competition began to grow amongst them.
Minerva shared a look with her staff members, "Staff can initiate contact with any female student. Male students can initiate contact with staff, but the staff has the right to refuse."
She felt a thrill as she received quite a few appreciative glances. She was sure that she would rarely deny a student, even during class. Poppy, Rolanda and Sybill received lecherous looks as well, but the majority of the male gaze was concentrated on the younger professors. Aurora Sinistra and Septima Vector smiled as they were absolutely eye-fucked.
Minerva waved her wand, and an ornate throne popped into existence where the stool had once been. "Mr. Potter!"
From a separate side door, an eleven year old boy walked out onto the great hall. Everyone instantly recognized him, he was the most famous person in Britain, the boy who had twice vanquished the dark lord.
Harry Potter was tall for his age, carrying himself with a quiet confidence, though it was clear that he was also very nervous at the moment.
"Have a seat, Mr. Potter."
Harry sat down on the throne, his body sinking into it. The headmistress walked around the head table until she stood beside him, a scroll tucked under her arm.
The door to the antechamber sprung open, and the witches all walked out in a single, long file, seventh years at the head and first years at the back. The atmosphere became electrified as they emerged, a faint musk beginning to build up in the room.
The march of sexy witches stopped several feet from the throne, where Harry was eying them with his own hunger.
"Mr. Potter, if you would."
Harry licked his lips as he undid his zipper and fished around in his pants.
It was more like he'd unsheathed a sword of legend than merely whipped out his cock. Everyone gasped at the sight. Even being relatively tall for his age, the massive, thick, veiny slab of meat looked ridiculous on his frame. The girl's mouths fell open, some of them drooling as they took in the monster between Harry's legs. At the base, the sword even had a guard, a golden cock-ring with runes that glowed a dark green.
"This is the sorting cock." Minerva took a firm grip of the cock, her fingers unable to fully wrap around its girth. She began to stroke it, "As I call your names, you will sit on it, and will be sorted to your new house. As you can all see, there is now a fifth house table. This has been named Potter House, after the host of the sorting cock. Those ladies sorted into House Potter will be sole property of the sorting cock, and cannot be touched by any other male under any circumstances."
Many of the girl's eyes lit up with hope as they eyed Harry's juicy cock. Being sorted into House Potter was clearly the superior option.
Without further preamble, Minerva cleared her throat, removing her hand from Harry's cock as she held the scroll.
"Adams, Meredith."
A seventh year girl with light brown hair walked up to Harry. Her dark eyes stared hungrily at his cock as she lifted her skirt up, flashing her shaved pussy and pert bum to the entire school.
Harry's cock throbbed in anticipation as he took deep breaths. He was about to lose his virginity, and it was in the most deranged way possible.
Meredith turned around, her backside facing Harry. She reached back and gripped his cock, hissing as she felt how meaty it was. She backed up, lined him up with her pussy, and sank down onto him.
Harry's hands shot to grip her waist as her pussy swallowed up his cock. Meredith moaned loudly as her snug cunt was very rapidly stuffed past full. When his head bumped against her cervix, there was still half of his cock left to go.
Harry closed his eyes, trying to adjust to the feeling of a tight, hot snatch wrapped around his cock. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, irises turning a bright gold as his mouth tore open and a voice that was not his own spoke out.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
His mouth snapped shut and his eyes returned to normal. He was just the slightest bit disoriented as McGonagall instructed Meredith to climb off his cock.
With a plop, his cock popped out of her cunt and Meredith gingerly made her way over to the Hufflepuff table, the stripes on her sock turning yellow as her black skirt and white top gained yellow highlights.
The former Ravenclaw was welcome among the sea of boys in Hufflepuff, and the slightly loopy teen took a seat between two fourth year boys, both of whom seemed eager to ravage her, only the spectre of punishment keeping them restrained.
"Barnes, Bethany!"
The next girl stepped up, backing up against Harry and sitting her pussy right down on his cock.
The feeling was just as amazing as before, and this girl managed to bounce twice on Harry's cock before his eyes turned gold once more and she was sorted into Slytherin.
On and on came the parade of seventh years, being spread out across the houses, some returning to their old ones, all left fuck-drunk by just a few strokes of Harry's cock.
"TONKS, NYMPHADORA!"
This girl walked with a distinct sway to her hips. She had a mischievous smile on her face, her pink hair spiky and wild. As she walked, she gave everyone the show of a lifetime as her ass and hips inflated, lifting up her skirt and completely exposing her pussy. Her tits grew as well, straining against her thin white top.
"I can't believe you're going to pop my cherry, little cousin. Be gentle." She said with a cheeky wink.
Tonks was related to Sirius, and for all effects and purposes she was Harry's older cousin, an older cousin that he'd lusted after for years.
Tonks backed her round rump against Harry's cock, his shaft coated in the pussy juices of every girl that had come before her. She held her cheeks open as she sank down slowly, and Harry gripped her hips as his big, bulbous head split her pussy lips open.
Tonks glanced back at him the entire time as her pussy swallowed up his head, biting her lips and letting out a little moan, "I bet you love this, little cousin."
Harry grunted as he pulled at Tonks, slamming her down on his cock in one swift motion.
"Fuck!"
"Language!" McGonagall warned as Tonks shrieked like a banshee. She adjusted her insides in order to accommodate his massive cock, but she'd never tried such a thing before, and she ended opening her cervix nice and wide as Harry's cock entered her womb, stretching it out completely.
Harry lost all self control as he began rutting into Tonks, bouncing the much older girl on his eleven-year-old cock as she continued to moan incoherently.
This was the longest sorting so far, and Minerva was worried they would just keep on fucking, when Harry's eyes finally turned gold.
"POTTER!"
Many of the boys groaned in disappointment as the hot piece of metamorph ass was claimed by Harry. Harry continued rutting into her until Minerva tapped him on the shoulder, reminding him of where he was.
"S-Sorry, professor." He said sheepishly as Tonks had to practically crawl off his cock.
"Such a greedy little bastard, Harry, want me all to yourself." She said with a sleepy smile as she cupped her aching pussy, which was sore from his pounding and yet begging for more.
From her head to her toes, Tonks' uniform turned pure white as a black choker with the name 'POTTER' embossed in it appeared around her neck. Tonks seemed quite pleased by this development, playing with the choker as she sat by herself at the table under the white banner.
The sorting continued. The seventh years soon finished and the sixth years began. Short and tall, skinny and chubby, large tits and flat chests, they all sat their pussies down on Harry's lap and had their innocence taken by the sorting cock.
Harry was in absolute heaven as pussy after pussy cycled through his cock, all impossibly tight, still pure and virginal before they met their destinies as free use cum dumpsters.
None of the sixth years were sorted into his house, nor were the fifth years. When Penelope Clearwater's tight cunt wrapped around his cock, he almost instantly sorted her into Slytherin, and there was a wail of agony from Percy Weasley as his girlfriend moved daintily over to the house of snakes, where Flint and Montague pulled her down to sit between them, arms around her shoulders, poised to strike the moment the sorting ended.
Harry was on to the fourth years now, and the girls were starting to match him in size, which meant he could manhandle them much easier. He was currently roughly fucking a particularly petite blonde girl, wanting to get his rocks off on her before the ring gave its verdict. By now, he almost had a feel for what the ring would decide, and he knew for sure that this girl wouldn't be his. She was rather plain looking, but she still had a nice, tight little pussy that he was more than happy to pound.
He felt the now familiar magic wash over him, and the voice spoke. "Gryffindor!"
Harry stroked his cock as he watched the girl stumble over to the Gryffindor table, collapsing next to a lucky Ronald Weasley, who quickly called dibs by throwing himself over her.
"Delacour, Fleur!"
The air was sucked out of the room as an ethereal creature stepped up to the throne. She had silvery blonde hair, a perfectly round bum that bounced with each step and perfectly shaped breasts. Somehow, she looked fourteen and eighteen at the same time.
Fleur didn't immediately climb onto his lap. She stopped in front of him, giving him a pouty, haughty look as she reached out and grasped his cock.
Her small hand couldn't even wrap around half of it, yet it felt wonderfully hot to Harry as she stroked him.
"I see why maman wanted me to transfer." Fleur said before giving Harry a demanding look, "I am not a toy to be passed around, I deserve only the very best. You are about to make me a woman, do your job and keep me away from these cochons."
Harry wanted to say that he had no control over where she was sorted, but he wasn't about to disagree with anything this golden beauty said. She had a powerful allure - she must be a veela! - that had put everyone in a trance, and some of the boys had begun openly groping the girls tits and rubbing their pussies.
Fleur lifted up her skirt and climbed onto the throne, facing him, showing him and only him the perfect little slit of her pussy. Her sweet scent invaded Harry's nostrils, and Harry's brain went into a frenzy, his fully erect cock felt like it'd hardened twice, becoming almost painful as Fleur aligned herself with his cock.
She plunged down onto him and her velvety vice hugged him, it wrapped and wrenched around him as the french girl took his length.
She wasn't even halfway down when Harry's eyes turned golden. "POTTER!"
"Miss Delacour, you've been sorted. Please make way." Professor McGonagall said as the blonde ignored the decision and began to bounce on Harry's cock, her ass clapping as Harry cupped her cheeks. Fleur moaned freely as she untied the front of her top. Harry was gifted with the sight of her perfect boobs bouncing in front of him. He leaned forward and took one of her pale nipples into his mouth as Fleur cradled his head and rolled her hips on his cock.
Minerva was about to intervene further when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Fred and George Weasley palming hard red cocks.
"You two!" She glared as her eyes swept over the house tables, where chaos had broken out.
Ron Weasley was on top of his blonde girl, humping her like a dog for around ten seconds before he seized up and moaned out as he ejaculated inside of her. He barely had a moment before Seamus Finnigan was pulling him off and slamming his own cock into her pussy.
Penelope Clearwater was bent over the Slytherin table, Flint sawing into her Pussy while Montague fucked her face. Wanting in on the action, Draco Malfoy managed to sneak in beside Flint and stuff his own much smaller cock inside of her pussy as well, making it three cocks in two holes for the former Ravenclaw.
At every table, the sorted girls were being broken in. Outnumbered as they were, it meant that they were taking three, four, sometimes even five cocks at once.
At the Potter table, Tonks was spread eagled, showing off her pussy as she shoved her entire hand in. Not even the head table was immune. No students had crossed over, but Poppy Pomfrey was bent over the table, dwarfed by Hagrid's massive frame as the groundskeeper slammed into her from behind. Slughorn went to Sinistra, who had pulled her huge chocolate tits out of her top and was tweaking her nipples. Sinistra shook her head, and the dejected potions master turned to Rolanda Hooch, who was already on her knees and sucking on Flitwick's cock. Hooch rolled her eyes but reached out with her hand, grabbing at Slughorn's cock through his trousers and stroking it.
Fleur threw her head back as Harry's cock slammed home once again and her pussy convulsed. She exploded in orgasm, her veela cunt quivering madly as it tried to coax seed out of Harry's cock. Her cervix opened up just slightly, enough to let the tip of Harry's head through before wrapping tightly around it once more, and then, Harry felt suction, her veela pussy was somehow sucking on his cock at the same time it massaged it with perfect, velvety flesh.
Having fucked so many pussies already, this proved to be the tipping point for Harry, who bit down on Fleur's delicate nipple as his cock erupted inside of her, a flood of sludgy semen hosing down Fleur's womb.
Throughout all of this, Minerva found herself on her knees, alternating between Fred and George's cocks. She sucked one down her throat while stroking the other, and then one of the twins would roughly grab at her hair and pull her off the other's cock, stuffing his own down her throat.
The headmistress really needed to get control of the sorting, but first, she needed to swallow twin redhead loads down her gullet.