Harry Potter and the Prophecy\'s Power | By : Froggiestyle Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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“” = Spoken words
‘’ = Thoughts
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This is my first adult fic so please review and tell me if there is something that you think should be changed or something. Any feedback is welcome but please no flames.
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It was a day like any other on Privet Dr. The lawns were all trimmed to an even height. The ban on hosepipes had been lifted so the people of Privet Dr. could go back to the rigorous maintenance of the lawns. Everything was normal on Privet Dr. It was completely and utterly the same. Except, of course, for the smallest bedroom at number four. In defiance of all the normalness of Privet Dr. a wizard sat on the bed. This wizard went by the name of Harry Potter or, as most of the wizarding world new him as, the Boy-Who-Lived.
He received that moniker when he was a year old. He survived a killing curse from the most powerful Dark Lord in the last century. Since then he’d had to live with the magic hating Dursleys (Not the proper reward for stopping that dark lord but at least he was safe from evil wizards.). Ten years later he received an invitation to come learn at the greatest school for magic in the world, Hogwarts. Since then he’d faced cave trolls, a shadow of the disembodied dark lord, a basilisk, a memory of that same dark lord, and the dark lord’s most feared allies, the Dementors. Then came his last two years. Voldemort had been resurrected using Harry‘s blood. He faced him after the ritual and again a year later. Luck and Dumbledore had saved him from being killed, but he was no longer sure if that was a good thing. Where ever he went death followed.
Before Voldemort was resurrected a boy named Cedric Diggory was killed right in front of him. A year later he watched his godfather, the closest thing he had to a father, get killed because Harry was tricked. Needless to say Harry wasn’t feeling very heroic right now. In fact, he wasn’t feeling anything at all. Thanks to his brand new Occlumency shields he could close himself off to all emotion. He was still surprised at how far he had come in the past month. Remus Lupin had passed him a book on Occlumency at Kings Cross Station just before he left. The book indicated that it was extremely difficult to learn from a book but that mattered little to him. After reading the first page he found the main two things that were needed were: a strong mind and an equally strong will.
Now the problems that he had learning this last year was a combination of things. Firstly, Snape had attempted to teach him. All the sessions were was an excuse to mind-rape Harry. Snape gave him no other instruction than “clear your mind”. He knew he wasn’t the smartest person at Hogwarts but he also knew he had a strong mind. So that left his will. When he chose to employ it, it was stronger than Voldemort’s, as he proved in his fourth year. Therein lay his problem. While he didn’t want Snape in his head it allowed him to realize that the door he had been dreaming of for months was located at the Ministry of Magic. The one time that he really tried, he’d expelled Snape’s intrusion quite handily.
Now that he new what might happen, he focused all his willpower toward learning Occlumency. So it was only a two weeks before he had finally built some impressive mental shields. He could lower them and raise them at any time with merely a thought. He kept them up most of the time because his scar had been searing with pain a lot over the past week. A feeling of happiness followed these flashes of pain. Harry also kept them up to keep from drowning in his guilt and despair.
He new it wasn’t exactly healthy but didn’t really care. He also found that he could concentrate better and learn faster with his emotions out of the way. The only time he ever really felt like lowering them was when he received a message from his friends. The best thing about this summer was he was able to write to his friends and receive immediate replies. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all at Headquarters. Tonks had visited the day after he got home and given him another book. The book only had three pages but that didn’t matter. It was a transfer diary. The first page was for Ron, the second for Hermione, and the third for Ginny. The corresponding person received whatever he wrote on the page. It did make it confusing when they were all writing to him at once but they had learned to do it shifts. He would write back and forth with each for about an hour at a time.
Ron spent the majority of is time discussing Quidditch and complaining about Hermione. Hermione would spend most of her time worrying about her O.W.L. scores and of course complaining about Ron. Ginny was the real surprise though. Thankfully Ron, Hermione, and Ginny couldn’t read the other’s diary because if they had he would probably be in big trouble with five large and angry Weasley boys. Ginny wrote him tentatively at first because she wasn’t sure that he wanted to talk to her. After their first conversation, though, she had gained much confidence. She teased him a lot and actually made him laugh. He liked his other to friends a lot but it seemed different with Ginny. He joked more with her and was able to write about more serious things than the other two. He was clueless when it came to girls but he thought that they might even be flirting with each other. He couldn’t deny that the concept appealed to him and he was surprised at the rush of relief he’d felt when she told him that she wasn’t really going out with Dean. He was worried about the consequences that she would have to face if she got closer to him but flinched as he thought that. He’d made the mistake of mentioning that to her and he received the equivalent of a written howler. It lasted a while but the gist of it was that she would make her own choices and she didn’t need someone else to protect her. He thought that perhaps when they went back to school they might be able to…
(BOOM)
The unexpected noise and the flash of magic that surged through his room made him fall off his bed. He leapt to his feet and dashed to the window. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Voldemort standing in the middle of the street surrounded by about ten Death Eaters. Harry grabbed his wand off of his nightstand and raced down the stairs. He paused at the front door.
‘What am I doing?’ He thought to himself. ‘If I step foot outside he’ll kill me. Dumbledore’s not here to save me this time.’
Before he could even think of coming to a decision it was made for him. A high-pitched scream ripped through the air. He threw open the door and stepped outside. Voldemort was torturing a little girl. When he saw that Harry had come outside he released her from the spell and turned towards him. He however was still looking at the little girl. It was Wendy Duschene. A six-year-old girl whose family had moved into number ten down the street. His heart filled with rage as he thought of the pain that this innocent little girl had to endure.
“Hello, Harry.” Voldemort hissed at him.
Harry wanted to rush down to the street and make them all pay for hurting the girl but he knew he was no match for Voldemort. He didn’t move because he wasn’t sure how far the wards on number four extended.
“Let her go, Riddle.” Harry said with as much confidence and authority as he could muster.
Voldemort hissed at him before raising his wand toward the little girl again.
“Come now, Potter. You don’t think it’s such a good idea to anger me do you. I could make things very difficult for some people.”
When Voldemort started to utter the curse Harry couldn’t stand it any more.
“Stop. O.k. I won’t call you that anymore just don’t hurt her.”
“Of course, Harry.” Voldemort hissed with a smile on his face. “I knew you would see things my way which is why I’m here. You step out here and come with me freely and I’ll let the girl live.”
Harry’s mind raced. ‘Where is my Order guard?’ He felt his heart sink as he saw Elphias Doge lying on the ground near the hedges apparently dead. His only hope was to stall him long enough for Dumbledore and the rest to show up. He opened his mouth while trying to think of something to say to stall Voldemort when he interrupted him.
“Just in case you’re wondering, Dumbledore is on the way already. Unfortunately for you, he won’t arrive in time. You see I’ve erected Anti-Apparition and Portkey wards. You of course remember the explosion from a few minutes ago. That was your squib friend’s house. Hopefully she was there, but regardless if she was or not, nobody’s coming through her floo. So we have at least five more minutes before they arrive. This little girl on the other hand has only five more seconds to live. And, of course, if I kill this little girl I’ll need some more leverage against you so I’ll just have to start blowing up the houses that line this street. So what shall it be, Potter. Your worthless life or this streets destruction.”
“One”
‘What do I do?’ Harry thought. ‘My life or theirs.’
“Two”
It wouldn’t be a difficult decision if it were just he. But now he knew the prophecy. The whole world was counting on him.
“Three”
‘Wait,’ he thought to himself. ‘The prophecy. He doesn’t know the second half of it.’
“Four”
‘If I turn myself in he’ll attempt to get that first thing. Perhaps I can still save these people and myself.’
“Fi..”
“Wait” Harry shouted suddenly.
Voldemort stopped counting and a victorious smile grew across his face.
“If you swear an oath on your magic that you will not harm or let your Death Eaters harm anyone on this street then I’ll come with you.”
Voldemort stood for a second seemingly debating with himself. Finally he nodded his head.
“I, the Dark Lord Voldemort, swear on my magic that neither I nor my minions shall harm any one that are on Privet Dr. so long as Harry James Potter turns himself over to me freely.”
Harry saw flair of magic erupt from Voldemort wand as the oath was accepted. Harry sighed and started to move toward the street. Before he had taken two steps he turned back around and threw his wand into the house. He knew it wouldn‘t help him right now and he didn’t want Voldemort to break it. As soon as he stepped of the curb, Voldemort flicked his wand. He felt his hands being bound behind his back. With another flick a rope rose out of a bag that one of the Death Eaters were carrying. It knotted itself around his neck. He felt his airway get constricted just enough to hurt but not enough to strangle him.
Voldemort then waved to his Death Eaters to gather around. They pushed Wendy’s mother and father to the ground and surrounded their master and Harry. They all grabbed onto the slack of the rope, which was about ten feet. Voldemort then raised his wand again and muttered some more words. There was flair of magic and green sparks started to fall from the sky.
Dumbledore and most of the Order apperated next to them, now that the wards were gone. Voldemort just smiled and Dumbledore and said “You lose.” Then he tapped the rope with his wand. Harry heard several people yell out his name before he felt the hook in his stomach that signified portkey travel.
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Hogwarts Headmasters Office: ten minutes earlier
All of Dumbledore’s breath left him when the device on the corner of his desk stated ringing. That device monitored the wards that protected Harry on Privet Dr. He quickly cast a spell at the device right next to the ringing one and looked toward Fawkes. Unfortunately, the phoenix wasn’t quite large enough, after being hit with the killing curse, to take him by Phoenix travel. He strode to the fireplace and threw a handful of floo powder into the flames. He stepped and said, “Arabella Fig’s” but nothing happened.
Arabella’s fireplace was out of commission. He was now thankful to have granted her permission to go out of town for a few days. He quickly reached up and grabbed a book off the mantle and cast the portkey spell on it. He counted to three and tapped it again. He felt the pull behind his naval but it stopped short and returned him to his original location. He looked upon his office again and did something that he’d not done in more than half a century. He started cursing. He cast the spell again and it worked this time because the destination was different.
He arrived at Grimmauld Place in the midst of chaos.
“Silence,” he ordered in a loud voice.
Everyone froze for a second before turning to him.
“Headmaster, we can’t get to Harry. Neither floo nor apparition will work. We were about to send out every one with brooms.” Remus Lupin said in a rush. He looked to be nearing panic. In fact the only thing that looked to be holding him together was the hope that he could help his pseudo-godson.
“I know, I’ve tried myself. Portkeys will not work either. Apperate just outside Little Whinging and we’ll make shorter jumps until we reach the wards stopping us.”
Suddenly there was a mass of pops as everyone followed orders. It sounded like a giant popping popcorn as they made several short distance leaps. Less than a minute later Dumbledore felt the jar of the anti-apparition wards. He sighed as he realized he was still a mile away from Privet Dr. All the Order members seemed to have realized this to as they started rushing down the road. They hadn’t even made it to the end of the block when green sparks started falling from the sky.
“Apperate.” he shouted while doing so himself. His heart had started pounding when he first saw the sparks falling. There was only one reason for Voldemort to remove the wards. He’d gotten what he came for.
He felt as if his heart was going to explode when he saw Harry in Voldemort’s grasp. Before he could even cast a spell Voldemort taunted him and then disappeared. He almost went to his knees as he felt pain that he hadn’t felt since Grindelwald had taken away the love of his life. He’d failed to protect Harry and now the world was doomed. He heard several cries behind him but paid them no attention. He was trapped in his own despair. He no longer felt like the powerful wizard that he was, or the Headmaster of the greatest magical school in the world. No, he was just an old man trapped in the grief of losing a young man that he loved as much as a grandson. He probably would have stayed that way for longer but one thing that he couldn’t ignore made its way into his awareness. A child was crying.
He looked up to see a little girl being held by her parents. He could tell that they were all extremely upset and confused. He decided to try to help them. He cast a pain relieving charm on the little girl and calming charms on all of them. As they started calming down he asked to speak to the father. The father got up and followed him a little way away from his family. When asked what happened the father just cringed. After a few seconds he began to speak in feeble voice that became more heated as he told his story.
“We were just sitting down to have lunch when these people showed up in strange clothes. They pointed some stick things at us and said some weird words. Suddenly we could no longer move. They did it again and we floated out here to the street. When we got out here that… that thing did it again and Wendy started screaming and writhing on the ground. I tried to do something but I still couldn’t move. They hurt my baby and I couldn’t do anything about it.” He said finally breaking down into sobs.
Dumbledore quickly cast another calming charm on him. He felt bad about making the man relive this but he needed to know what happened. He consoled himself that in a few hours they wouldn’t remember any of this.
Finally the calmed down again and restarted the tale. “It stopped when the Potter boy stepped outside of his house. We’d heard about the boy as soon as we moved in. We were told he was dangerous and disturbed. We always made sure to keep Wendy away from him. At the start of this summer he’d helped Wendy back up after she’d taken a nasty spill on the sidewalk. We snatched Wendy away from him and warned him to stay away from her. Perhaps he really was just trying to help her. We shouldn’t have treated him like that.” He paused in his musings before shaking his head and returning to the story. “That thing threatened to kill Wendy if he didn’t turn himself over to it. He gave himself up to save my daughter. He saved us all. If he hadn’t, that thing said he was going to destroy the whole street.”
Dumbledore thanked him and sent him back to his family. He’d been on the borders of the man’s mind while he was telling the story. He knew exactly what had happened. Harry had sacrificed himself to save a street full of people who despised him. That kind of selflessness was rare. He turned to see the directly behind him. They had heard everything. Most were in tears. Molly seemed near hysterical. While Remus had fallen to his knees and looked like he’d finally given up.
They had work to do. He still had hope that Harry would hang on long enough to rescue him. He told the more distraught ones to go back to headquarters. He sent Moody over to check on Elphias while he motioned to Tonks and Kingsley to follow him. He almost didn’t bring Tonks because she had nearly broken down as well but he needed her. She’d been in Harry’s room before and knew where all of his things were kept. After walking through the open door he saw Harry’s wand. He felt a surge of hope as he bent to pick it up. If Harry had given up he would have taken his wand to try and take out as many Death Eaters as possible and maybe even Voldemort. By leaving his wand here he must not want it damaged which meant he expected to have it back. He ignored the niggling doubt that perhaps Harry was trying to help the light by giving them Voldemort’s brother wand. He squashed that thought quickly. He much preferred the first scenario.
He sighed at the sight of Harry’s room. Broken junk was piled up in the corner of the room. Harry’s trunk was against the wall next to the bed. He flicked his wand and all of Harry’s things leaped neatly into his trunk. He then asked Tonks if there was anything else.
She bent down next to the bed and pried up a loose floorboard. Inside were Harry’s most prized possessions. His invisibility cloak, the Marauders Map, and the photo album that Hagrid had given him his first year were placed in his trunk as well. There were also some leftover meat pies, pumpkin pasties, and cauldron cakes. He just vanished those and turned to leave.
He left a note for the Dursleys telling them that Harry was gone for the summer. They were currently at a boxing match for Dudley. He took one more look around and sighed. He walked outside and saw that Alastor and Elphias were gone. He really hoped she was okay. He told Kingsley and Tonks to go back to Grimmauld Place and wait on him.
As soon as they left several Aurors and Obliviators appeared on the street. He explained to them what happened but at the same time was wondering what took them so long. He shook that off and apperated back to headquarters.
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Grimmauld Place
The meeting that took place was a solemn affair. The only hope that the Order had for finding Harry was Snape but he hadn’t showed up. They tossed a few ideas around but none that were hopeful. They finally decided to just tail suspected Death Eaters like they had been doing last year. They didn’t think that that would really work but with Snape not showing up it was their only hope.
Dumbledore dismissed everyone except the Weasley’s. He looked around at Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, and the twins and was met by solemn gazes.
“We have to tell the children what has happened.” Dumbledore told them.
He could see that Molly was swelling with indignation. She wanted to protect her children more than anything and he respected that but they still had to be told.
“Molly,” he said heading her off. “Would you rather they found out from the Prophet. If I know them they are already printing up a special edition about this as we speak.”
She deflated and slumped into her chair. Arthur put his arm around her and whispered something in her ear. She finally nodded.
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Voldemort’s Lair
Harry locked his emotions behind his shields on the trip from Privet Dr. and got to work on his idea. He stumbled when they landed but a jerk of the rope brought him right back next to Voldemort. The Death Eaters laughed and taunted him but he made no reply. Finally Voldemort spoke.
“Silence. You have all done well. You shall be rewarded for the successful completion of our mission. First, though, I need to have a chat with our guest of honor. You are dismissed until I send for you.”
The Death Eaters filed out of the room leaving Harry alone with Voldemort. Voldemort stared at him for a minute before turning to leave as well. He dragged Harry through several corridors before entering a huge room. It was empty except for the throne in the center and the huge snake curled around it. The snake looked up when they entered.
“I sssee you have captsssured the boy, Massster.”
“Yesss, I have my pet. I need to talksss with him so make yourssself comfortable but ssstay sssilent.” Voldemort hissed back in parseltongue.
“Asss you wisssh, Massster.”
Voldemort casually flicked his wand. A hook sprang up in the middle of the floor. With another flick the rope was attached to it. After finally taking his seat he spoke to Harry.
“It was wise for you to remain silent on the way down here. I will admit, though, I’m disappointed that I didn’t get to punish you for spouting your usual Gryffindor sentimentalities. No matter though, I’ll do it anyway.”
With that he turned his wand on Harry and hissed “Crucio”.
Harry felt an overwhelming amount of pain hit him. He dropped to his knees but refused to yell. He started trying to stop the pain with Occlumency. He forced the pain behind a shield and locked the shield tight. It didn’t get rid of the pain but it did dull it. He was now able to concentrate on something else besides the pain. He felt the evil curse pulsing in him and started to search through his mind. After what felt like an eternity but was actually a few seconds Harry found what he was looking for. He could ‘see’ the curse pulsing into a section of his brain.
‘That’s how it works.’ he thought to himself. ‘It doesn’t actually cause any pain, it triggers your pain receptors in your brain. It turns the brain against the body.’
Now that he had that epiphany he started to isolate that section of his brain. After he’d found the borders he erected the strongest shields he could around it. Now that he could ignore the pain completely he had his second epiphany. It was just like the Imperius curse. He could here a voice whispering “Pain” over and over again. He simply broke the connection just as he did to the Imperius Curse. The pulsing stopped and he opened his eyes. He wanted to smile at the shocked look on Voldemort’s face but he didn‘t. He got back to work on his plan. It was just about done; it just needed a few tweaks.
Suddenly rage showed on Voldemort’s face. He quickly raised his wand and cast another spell.
“Legilimens.”
Voldemort’s mind rushed at Harry and just as he was about to enter, Harry reinforced his shields as much as possible. When Voldemort crashed into his shields neither could stop the gasp of pain that forced it’s way out. He could tell that Voldemort was even more upset now but he forced himself to concentrate. He just had to do one more thing.
‘SLAM’
Voldemort bashed against his shields again. Harry couldn’t quite stop the whimper that escaped him. This seemed to make Voldemort even more determined. As Voldemort was preparing another attack Harry was able to finish his plan. He had to time this just right.
‘SLAM’
With this last hit a crack formed in his shield. Seeing this Voldemort attacked it relentlessly forcing it wider. When he finally made it large enough he rushed in and was greeted by what he’d wanted. The Prophecy.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but the one shall not succumb… And neither can live and let the world survive… Their bond joins them even unto death… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…”
As Voldemort started to ponder what the prophecy meant Harry was able to force him back out and repair the damage done. He was glad that he had fallen to his hands and knees because he couldn’t stop the smirk that crossed his face as he heard the Dark Lord start laughing. He could tell he’d bought it. Now all he had to do was find a way out of here. He cringed as he heard a spell being cast. Luckily, it was only to summon a few Death Eaters. Then he mentally kicked himself. That wasn’t lucky.
He felt himself being pulled to his feet by two nameless Death Eaters. He was extremely surprised at how careful they were being. He felt his heart drop as they led him out of the room.
‘What are they going to do to me now?’ He thought with a mental sigh.
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The Throne Room
Bellatrix was excited at the thought of finally being able teach that Potter brat who his betters were. She smiled under her mask at seeing the boy in obvious pain. She was a little puzzled at the message the Dark Lord sent her and the other three. They’d already sent Blakely to ready the room. What she was puzzled at was the order not to hurt him in any way. After they had dragged the boy from the room she kneeled in front of her master.
“What is your wish, master?” she asked in deference.
“Bella I have a special assignment for you. I have been able to pry the prophecy from the boys mind and the contents are much better than I expected. It says that he has the power to vanquish me. That you know correct.”
“Yes, master.”
“Well I’ve discovered this power. When I tried to kill him as a child it formed a bond between us. This bond joins our life forces.” He paused as Bellatrix gasped. “Yes I see you understand my meaning. As long as he is alive I cannot die. Which is the reason I’ve now got standing orders that no one is to hurt him. If something were to happen to him I’m sure I would still have a chance to finish that person off in a suitable manner before the prophecy takes effect. Now since we can’t just kill the little brat I want you to break him. Use any means at your disposal to turn him into an obedient slave except physical pain.”
“Yes, Master.” she says feeling a little disappointed. She’d so wanted to cause him pain. Of course, pain came in several different types. She also felt a delicious quiver in between her legs. She’d not had the chance to do this since before Azkaban. “I think I’ll enjoy this, my master.”
“Yes, Bella, I’m sure you will and since I know how much you’ll miss not being able to harm him I’ve got a consolation. If you succeed in your task I’ll let you have your old toy back.”
She wondered what he meant by that until he flicked his wrist into the corner of the room. She gasped as she saw the illusion fall and exposed Severus Snape hanging from his wrists against the wall. She could see he was in pain and bleed from several cuts.
“This is the spy that so long eluded us. He actually believed he could fool me just because he could perform Occlumency. Potter’s shields were stronger than his. I’ve been playing with him for a while but I’ll stop so that you may have that pleasure.”
Bellatrix burned with anger. All her hard work with Snape was ruined. She’d spent her last two years in school breaking him. She had him trained so well. What had happened? She didn’t know but she would find out. This fueled her determination to break Potter if just for the pleasure of playing with Snape. During her musings she’d failed to notice the Dark Lord rising from his throne and gliding toward her. She looked up when he directly in front on her. Her caressed her cheek and spoke again.
“I know how much you want to play with him. You will get him only if you succeed in your task with Potter. Do not fail me,” he said suddenly gripping her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes.
“Of course not, master. I will not fail you.”
“Then go see to your guest.”
He released her and she kissed his robes before leaving the room.
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His New Room (a.k.a. Cell)
The two Death Eaters led him down several halls before opening a door. After leading him in one Death Eater removed the ropes binding him as the other flicked his wand at the ceiling. Harry looked around the suddenly lit room. If Grimmauld Place wasn’t in such disrepair he might have thought he was there. There were silvers and greens covering everything. Even the bed had a dark green. While he had been checking the room out the two Death Eaters had left.
Harry immediately started looking around for some means of escape. The room didn’t have any windows and the other two doors in the room led to a closet and a bathroom. He saw a snake figurine that was made of metal. He picked it up thinking that it would make a good weapon. He frowned as he felt his hand sink into it. Looking at it closely he could tell that it was made of metal. So why was it soft. Then it hit him. Cushioning charm. He walked around the room touching everything that looked hard. Everything had a cushioning charm on it even the walls. He sighed and laid down on the bed.
He wasn’t sure how long he lay there but he did know that he wasn’t any closer to thinking of a way out than he was before. He looked up when the door opened. When he saw Bellatrix come through he leapt to his feet in a rage. He was just about to rush her when she flicked her wand at him and he started floating.
“Now, Now, wee baby Potter. That no way to act to your new mistress.” She said in that sickly baby voice that she’d used last time he’d seen her.
He was floating above the bed when she released him. Before he’d even landed she had cast another spell that bound him spread-eagled to the four posts of the bed. Another had divested him of all clothing. He felt the shame rush up on him as she leered at his body but he quickly forced it and everything else behind his shields.
“Well, Potter, it looked like you aren’t such a wee baby after all.” She said in her normal voice. She was slightly shocked as she realized that he wasn’t even sixteen yet. ‘Gods, I’m going to have fun with that’ she thought with her gaze fixed firmly on his manhood. ‘After I get him trained well enough I may even see if I can keep him.’
Harry watched as she undressed and was slightly pissed and disgusted with himself when his body started to react to seeing a naked woman. He couldn’t deny that she looked good but he wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of knowing that she turned him on. He raised his shields and locked them into place. He was faintly pleased that his semi erection had disappeared but quickly put that emotion behind the shield too. He looked directly toward the ceiling and tried his best to ignore what she was saying.
“The Dark Lord is giving you to me to enjoy. I after seeing what you have to offer I think I might just do that,” she purred as she reached over from the side of the bed and started to lightly stroke his cock. He felt it twitch and mentally growled. ‘Come on, think damn it, you overcame the Cruciatus Curse. You can do this.’
So he delved deep into his mind. He really wished he had read the part in the Occlumency book that explained what parts of the brain controlled what. He had to do this by trial and error. He made a shield inside his normal one and started to shrink it. His regular shield worked enough to keep him from becoming fully hard but it was rapidly losing the battle.
His penis grew harder as she took him in her mouth. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to ignore her. It didn’t help that she was very talented. He refocused on his shield and continued to shrink it. He felt the pleasure that she was giving him start to fade. It was almost gone completely before it came back suddenly and with a vengeance. His cock was now fully hard and it was through sheer willpower that he didn’t explode then and there. He just needed a few more seconds. He had stopped the shield where it was and made it grow again. The pleasure was almost gone again. He slowly started to shrink it again. There it was. He found it just as the shield slipped past it again.
He carefully started to construct a shield around the pleasure center of his brain. He had to concentrate hard because to build this shield he had to release the other shield. (Not the main one that encompasses his entire brain.) He could feel the pleasure building toward release. ‘Come on, concentrate.’ he thought to himself. Finally after what seemed like forever his shields were ready and he raised them to their full height. Instantly the pleasure vanished and he couldn’t contain the sigh of relief mingled with just a little bit of disappointment when he deflated inside Bellatrix’s mouth. She continued for a few seconds before she realized that she wasn’t having any effect on him anymore.
“What did you do?” Bellatrix demanded. He just looked in her eyes and smiled serenely. The disappointment at not reaching an orgasm when he’d been so close was worth it to see the look on her face.
“I guess you just don’t do it for me.” He said emphasizing the ‘do’ just to taunt her.
He could see that he’d pissed her off. He wanted to smile again but he thought that it would probably be better to prepare for whatever punishment she had in store for him. He was slightly surprised when she tried again albeit with magic this time. When the charm hit him he grew hard instantly. He quickly focused on his shields again and was proud to see himself shrink quickly.
“Arrgh.” she yelled.
“Sorry, Trixie, not going to work. You see for that charm to work you have to find the woman sexy. Now, you might have looked good before Azkaban but now. Well, lets just say that you’ve seen better days.”
She was so close to hurting this little bastard that she could feel the magic begging for release. He humiliated her because he’d made her wet and she could seem to get any reaction out of him. He seemed to be enjoying it at the beginning but she now knew that he’d done it on purpose. Just to humiliate her. Well he wasn’t going to get away with that. She couldn’t hurt him but she also wasn’t going to be denied her release. So she came up with a new plan.
“You think you’re so smart don’t you. Getting me all hot and bothered and refusing to fuck me. Well, there are ways around that, boy. I will be satisfied before I leave this room.”
She pointed her wand at him and cast a simple first year spell.
“Petrificus totalus.”
His muscles were frozen in place with his head once again facing the ceiling. She was going to enjoy this.
He almost started to panic but threw up his shields to rid himself of emotion. ‘What is she doing?” His penis was still stuck in its flaccid state so she couldn’t fuck him. She then climbed onto the bed and straddled his stomach while bending over to look him in the face. He couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling down for an up close look at her breasts. He felt a surge of arousal but quickly closed off the shields that were around his pleasure center. He needn’t have worried though because the spell wouldn’t let him become hard. There was no internal manipulation possible except his eyes.
Unfortunately, external manipulation was a whole different story. He followed her hands with his eyes as the traveled up toward his face. He was confused when she pried his mouth open. Confusion turned into horror as she reached in and grabbed his tongue. She pulled it out as far as it would go and released it. After seeing that the spell wouldn’t let it fall she closed his mouth again and laid his tongue down over his bottom lip. She sat and admired her work for a minute before speaking.
“I bet you can guess what’s about to happen can’t you, Potter. This is your reward for being stubborn. If you had just cooperated the pleasure would have been mutual. Now since your seemingly impotent your going to please me with your tongue, whether you like it or not.”
As he watched her start to scoot up his chest he could feel a wet spot where she had been sitting. He tried to fight the spell as she removed his glasses but the magic wasn’t in him so he couldn’t affect it. It was like being mummified in magic. He tried to work up enough rage to perform accidental magic and perhaps break free but that would mean lowering his mental shields. He lowered the shield around his pleasure center and found himself extremely aroused as he got his first up close look at a woman’s most private part. He was thankful that the spell slowed his blood flow because if he’d been allowed to become hard he would probably already be cumming.
She paused above him. He figured it was probably to taunt him or something but he wasn’t complaining any more. Now that he’d lowered his shield all the way he didn’t care what she did. All thoughts of trying to break the spell were gone as he studied the pussy in front of him. He’d seen right off that she truly did have black hair. Her pubic hair started just below her stomach and continued down to her lips. He still remembered the embarrassment that he’d felt last summer when Sirius had given him the “little wizard” talk as he called it. He was thankful now that he had at least some idea of what was in front of him besides what he’d heard in the dorm room. Sirius had told him that younger witches shaved their pubic hair or at least trimmed it. Bellatrix obviously didn’t hold with that, as hers was everywhere and slightly wild.
He would have continued his visual examination but just then she lowered herself onto his tongue. He would have gasped if he’d been able to. He vaguely felt her juices running down either side of his face but his attention was on the new flavors running across his tongue. If he’d been able he would have started lapping up as much of her juice as he could. He was surprised at how good she tasted. He’d heard Seamus talking about how disgusting it was. How it smelled like fish and tasted even worse. He didn’t know if it was that Bellatrix just tasted good or Seamus’s bird tasted bad. He figured that if he were eventually able to escape he’d have to find out if all girls tasted like her but right now he had other problems. She’d just started rubbing herself up and down his face. She came forward just enough so that his tongue was at the base of her slit and started backward again. She did this several times before grabbing his head and pulling it up into her more.
Now that his head was angled up a little bit she’d found more pleasure. He knew because he could here her moaning louder and louder. She would gasp every time that his nose his the small nub at the top of her slit. A clitoris if he remembered correctly. His arousal had reached an all time high when he became distracted by the lack of air. She ground his head tighter and tighter into her pussy as she moved faster and faster.
“Yes, Potter.” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
He, of course, did so since he had no other choice, but he was really beginning to worry. Since his mouth was closed he breathed through his nose. But this was difficult at best. He tried to time his breaths with her thrusts.
Back. Breath in. Forward. Hold it. Back. Breath out.
This system allayed his fears as he was able to get more air if he did it quickly. He still wasn’t getting enough air but he could manage on this for a little while longer. Suddenly all his work setting up the breathing system was for naught as she started to move more erratically. She would jerk against him every so often and his nose felt like it was about to break.
He heard her say something else but couldn’t here it. What he did hear though was the scream that followed it. She’d stopped moving against him and was grinding against her so hard that nose was actually inside her. Juice started to pour down his face as she started to orgasm. She continued to hold him in place for a few more seconds as she was still quivering. She was still jerking forward every so often. Finally she let go of his head, which of course, remained buried in her crotch, as he couldn’t move it. She put a hand on top of his head and pushed it back down to the bed. She rose off of him slid back down to his stomach.
Bellatrix was glad now that she’d placed that impervious charm on the bed spread and conjured that bowl before finally lowering herself onto Potters face. She saw her juices in a puddle around Potter’s head and she smiled evilly. She levitated him off the bed just far enough for the bonds to become tight and pushed her finger down into the middle of the wet spot to make it pool. ’Gods, I haven’t cum so much since playing with Severus.’ She flicked her wand and the liquid rose of the bed. She levitated it over to the bowl on the nightstand and placed it in there before lowering Potter back down to the bed. Then she reached up and pried his mouth back open and pushed his tongue back into his mouth.
Then she conjuring a funnel and placed it in his mouth.
“Open wide, Potter,” she said with demented glee. “I know how much you hate me but if you continue to be difficult then we’ll have many more sessions like today. Now since you made me cum I figure I should reward you. And what better way than to let you have all the wonderful juice that you’ve rung from me.”
With that she poured the whole bowl into his mouth. It quickly filled up since he couldn’t swallow. Some leaked down the sides of his face again but she ignored it. After emptying the bowl, she removed the funnel and gently closed his mouth. After it was closed tight she covered it with her hand and pressed down hard. When she was satisfied that he wouldn’t be able to open his mouth she flicked her wand with the other hand. Suddenly he could move again so he started struggling. She could feel him trying to spit it out but her hand was to firm. Finally when he was about to pass out from the lack of air he relaxed his throat and swallowed.
His immediate reaction was to try to cough it up but she wouldn’t allow it. When he’d finally swallowed all of it she moved her hand and sat up. He was gasping for breath in between coughs. When he’d finally regained control he glared at her and said, “You’ll pay for that, you stupid bitch.”
She smiled at him.
“That’s going to make this so fun. Your so righteous.” She told him. She leaned down next to his face and inhaled deeply before continuing. “I smell so good don’t you agree.”
“You smell like a carp that’s been left outside for a week.” He retorted quickly.
“Why, Mr. Potter, if you didn’t like it then why did swallow so much of it?” she asked coyly.
Harry just growled at her as she waggled her finger in front of him.
“We can’t have you not liking my scent now can we. So here’s what we’ll do.” she said while getting up from the bed.
He watched her go over to where she’d left her clothes and started rummaging through them. As much as he hated her he could still admire the view as she bent over. Finally she stood up but her back was still toward him so he couldn’t see what she was doing. He watched her spread her legs slightly and it looked like she was playing with herself. When she turned around he almost groaned as he figured out what she had planned.
She walked back over to him and showed him her pair of white cotton knickers. They looked soaked.
“Don’t worry, Potter, you’ll learn to love my scent when I’m through with you.”
Then she leaned over the bed to place the knickers over his head. He started thrashing about but she stopped it quickly with another petrifying charm. After placing the knickers on his head she raised the crotch away from his face and cast a sticking charm above and below it. Then she carefully arranged the crotch over his mouth and nose and pushed the sticking charm against his skin.
When she released him he held his breath and thrashed about. Determined to not be humiliated in this way but it was for naught. He quickly realized it was futile and let out the breath he was holding. Unfortunately, when he ran out of air to expel he had to inhale. And inhale he did. Her fragrance surrounded him and he felt a twitch in his lower regions before quickly raising his shields again.
“See, Potter, your starting to like it already. I saw the twitch.”
“I fucking hate you.” he told her through the fabric of her knickers.
“Sorry, Potter, couldn’t here that. You seem to have my crotch on your face,” she said before breaking out into hysterical fit of laughter.
When she’d finally calmed down she stood up from the bed and started putting her clothes back on. All except for her knickers of course.
“Now you have a pleasant nights sleep.” She said with a wave before turning and leaving the room.
Now that she was gone Harry was disgusted with himself. ‘How could I let her do that? I’m was supposed to be the savior of the world and I couldn’t even stop one insane psycho bitch from face fucking me. Some hero of the light I am.’
What disgusted him more than anything was he enjoyed it. He hated her it was true but he found he really liked the taste and smell of pussy. He took a deep breath and found himself becoming hard from her scent. He wished he could try somebody else’s pussy. Mainly so he could prove to himself that it wasn’t just Bellatrix’s pussy that he liked the taste of.
A sudden thought crossed his mind. How would Ginny taste? He suddenly had a mental picture of Ginny riding his face the same way. With her petite body, dark red hair, and what he imagined her pussy would look like he almost came right then and there.
He felt a shame come over him that was worse than anything he’d felt so far. How could he think of her like that? She was a good friend of his and she didn’t deserve to be degraded with those kinds of thoughts.
‘You can’t deny that it is a horribly appealing thought, though,’ a little voice said in his head.
“Shut up,” he told himself out loud before slamming his shield closed. He sighed as he focused on readying his shields for sleep. After he lost the feel of all his emotions he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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