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Chapter 11: The Dora proposition, dealing out
promises and Dragon Problems
Protection, loyalty and more pleasurable
things were the things I would gain. All it would cost was a simple thing… my
absolute trust and willingness to serve and aid them in Master’s ambition. So
why was it so hard to accept? If I had known a bit more about why Andromeda was
worried I would have not had the problems that came out. Dora
confided to Anne when discussing the situation.
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Tonks was contemplating things. It was afternoon,
several days after she had woken up in his bed and the subsequent actions as
they tried to settle things. The two had been strange to her in their normal
behavior and had oddly been comforting when they had first waked up that first
morning. Well as well as satiating in there satisfying her every sexual need at
that time.
Afterwards she had found herself spending time with
them and been in fact avoiding the newly focused unpleasant lecherous stares of
her housemates. It had been disconcerting the way her two lovers she
reluctantly admitted looked at her let alone the way she felt herself respond
to their looks. Still with some older female perspective she started to come to
terms. Her mental recap of the situation continued with a sigh.
After trying to bury her body’s betrayal to submit
to their games that first morning, the two had taken time to pop in and grab
her for a quick snog at the least whenever they passed an unoccupied room,
alcove or cupboard. Considering how close she had been to offering herself
completely to the two after the first heavy snogging and petting sessions even
after the very cold shower to drive the thoughts of joining them in the shower
especially after hearing some of the things she had. She felt mortified that
she had brought herself off in the shower thinking about them even after the
wakeup orgasm the two had given her. The only thing that had come close after
that to scaring her almost away was when they first let their hands wander and
brought her to a climax soaking the kneeling Hermione’s face. Thankfully Penny
once more provided a voice of reason even if she tended to be frustrated by
whoever she was trying to train in properly pleasuring her and thus prone to
give advice she was not quite ready to do such as resuming the sexual levels of
that first morning as well as getting ready for shagging and possibly writhing
as he buggers her for the first time.
‘That had been a very intense experience,’ Tonks
thought with a sigh as she recalled fondly everything that had occurred since
her breakdown at her secret being discovered. ‘Still I cannot think that any of
the rest of the school would be as able to tease and arouse me to such a
willing level of participation. Any of the boys my age would likely have
demanded that I blow them or at least jack them off at this point while those
two want me to willingly accept their affection and advances by making each
encounter either lead me to wish they had gone on to completion or leaving me
panting as they go off for their own release after bringing me off. The later
appears to be what they have worked up to now. Still on reflection…’
Looking back things had been odd in the pair’s
seduction of her. She had been divided between what her body wanted and what
she socially felt acceptable. Still it was inevitable that they would succeed.
If they hadn’t backed off at first it would have been a different matter. When
they got her well and truly primed she had felt her mind thinking differently.
She was recalled of a muggle song she had heard about how prim and proper a
girl could be but get her worked up and the mouse went out and the wild cat
came out to play.
‘I am just grateful that none of the complete horn
dogs saw me coming out of those places with my hair and clothes mussed up so,’
Tonks thought in dry humor as she worked on her Arithmancy and Runes
assignments. ‘The boys seem to think that if I do agree to ever go on a date
that it is just pretention for sucking them off and maybe feel me up for the
younger years and the upper years were already watching me since I kept
enlarging my bust and showed a visibly tantalizing ass. What is the world
coming to when a firstie is more emotionally mature than third years or worse
OWL and NEWT students?’
Sure it was only the first year for those classes
but the math was hard and memorizing symbols and their meanings was not a
readily prepared skill for her. So engrossed in her work she had decided more
space and the odd fellow classmates were a good option to bounce ideas off each
other. As it was she had ignored the increasingly lustful glares given she was
not covered completely in only her slowly shrinking skirt and becoming too
tight blouse. Each time she had been surprised snogged or more often teased to
orgasm while whoever made out with her had led to her shifting more and more to
wet dream form.
Given the current backwards trends in the Wizarding
world there was a still acceptable ability to take by force what you wanted
especially from different social status. The laws themselves favored purebloods
over anyone else and males over female unless the woman was from a higher
status. Even in those cases it was more the potential loss of status and
station of the families involved. The wizards were still in a property versus liberty
rights mindset. Rape in that context was not about violating a woman’s choice,
but in denying the family its honor and profit from future arrangements.
As such the more aware females had scampered to
their rooms and that left Tonks in a very bad place. Wizards were rather
Hobsian in their notions and since she was from a disinherited and disowned
pureblood and muggle stock there was the fact that only contentions might be if
a muggleborn took her first besides this was Britain and unlike their muggle
counterparts they were maintaining very distant relations with anyone outside
the isles. Most thought the French mad that Veela were not treated like the
born sex toys and sluts they were.
A male metamorphmagus would have caused issues
almost as bad as he could fake being someone without the time limitations of
Polyjuice and try out other people’s future breeders. Females from this mindset
were little more than living breathing and born sluts and whores to be used by
males for their gratification and to bear children to whoever bought them. That
certain female considered this normal and tried to find who to sell their
daughter off to. There were rumors that Molly Weasley was already planning who
to sell her daughter to and rumors speculated on one of the light side heirs.
‘Though if they knew what Harry was like how would
they react?’ Tonks wondered as she carefully drew the runes she needed. ‘He
will be as soon as he gets to Gringott’s the head of two families one light and
one dark. Based on what I heard like most girls she has fantasized about him
though it is funny how he put those ideas to shame. If he weren’t so antisocial
the school would be nothing but an orgy while he is here. I shudder to think
what would happen if he was in Hufflepuff.’
“Hello,” came the sound of a male voice drawing her
attention.
Turning from her work she looked around to see she
was the only female in the room and the boys were pitching tents. Looking down
she noticed that her thoughts had barely been not visible. It was one of those
moments that she cursed those two for leaving her in nothing but a skirt and
blouse.
“Now boys what is so important to interrupt my
work?” Tonks asked as she felt for her wand. “That means you Davis…”
“Aw we just wanted to play and since it is so obvious
that you are feeling neglected we might as well give you a seeing too,” Roger
Davis said gesturing to the nipples poking though her bloused. “Now be a good
girl and get that blouse off. If you’re going to advertise you might as well
give us a look… besides we wouldn’t want to have to cover any skin with clothes
when it should be covered when we are done with you Nymph…”
“Davis,” Tonks growled cutting him off. “I will hex
you for even thinking about that and it will be worse since I told you and your
cock sucking friends to never call me by that…”
“What’s the matter didn’t notice that your wand was
nicked,” he said with a sadistic smirk. “The only wand you need to know how to
use is attached to a wizard and you will be taking good care of our wands and no
more of this shit about not doing your job helping us relax.”
With a lazy wave of his wand he banished her blouse
as he approached with his mates being close enough to obscure if someone came
in the door. He was practically drooling at her tits being fully free. With one
hand holding his wand he started to fish his other one out. That it was him and
several underclassmen such as Bradley, Chambers and Carmichael should come as
no surprise since the older years had the sense that Potter was dangerous. This
lot was as stupid as the one following Cho Chang though given things the group
would be using those as future sluts when they grew tired of her.
Roger had actually gotten to almost close enough to
touch her if his hand hadn’t been so occupied wanking to the sight of her
panicked breathing doing so distracting things to her firm and fabulously
likely F-cup breasts. What could Tonks say? She had been splitting her thoughts
between her work and memories of Harry holding her against him as he necked
with his hands under her blouse while Hermione was under her skirt long since
having lost the notion of panties having worth except to only slow them a
moment. That Harry had been slowly grinding his arousal into her ass had only
kept her more flustered.
“So all you little pricks think that this would make
you men?” Tonks asked sadly. “Gang up and remove a witch’s wand and get your
jollies off. Really think that a real man would think only about his pencil
sized prick and nothing about a girl’s feelings or enjoyment. One of these days
a girl is going to take away your shriveled little limp friend and I personally
hope to be there to piss on you tosses.”
“So you think because you obviously have experience
with cocks that you can insult us,” Roger said with a savage snarl. “We were
going to let you go with a quick suck but now you will pay and you will enjoy
it slut!”
“Really Davis,” A sinister voice practically purred
in amusement. “Not very bright are you? I mean a seventh year was lucky I
merely slammed him against the wall and left him with a lesson. To think that
I didn’t castrate him and that he merely said a few words as well as leered a
bit too much although you will be very happy to know that when I am done I will
drop your battered beaten bodies with Madame Pomphrey. If you’re lucky she
might not make you eunuchs since you obviously lack the skills to gain a
woman’s attention let alone keep it.”
“Potter,” Davis growled. “Stay out of this! Stick to
your firstie slut before we decide to teach you a lesson…”
“He is rather stupid for a Claw though,” Hermione
said casually sauntering out of the shadow by the door. “Considering you warned
then already I really don’t see a reason to get involved so while you give them
a well deserved thrashing I plan on helping Dora here forget about you and your
rather miniscule member. Really wonder if pure bloods select for limp shriveled
dicks and that is why so many pureblood women go after muggles or muggleborns
as you have neither the ability nor skills to be real men.”
With that said Hermione walked over and sat on the
half naked Tonks lap and proceeded to distract her from the sudden spot of
violence about to occur. Harry shook his head at Hermione’s actions though he
would likely be quick and painful in his rebuking of the idiots. Two girls
making out and waiting for him and these mutts seemed to think they could just
take a girl. Well it would be rather brutal if he didn’t oblige their
stupidity.
“Now try not to scream too loud,” Harry advised
them. “As while this will hurt a lot I really don’t want those two pissed at
me…”
With that said Harry proceeded to dispense such a
scene of brutal violence that if it wasn’t for the casual way that they had
acted when they dealt with the troll that Tonks would likely have been harder
to keep distracted. As it was Hermione was keeping Tonks so occupied that
neither of them paid attention to the sounds of breaking bones, missed hexes
and other random acts of violence. That was due to the fact that Hermione had a
hand and mouth on her exposed chest while alternating where her hands and mouth
trailed.
As they kept going Harry leaned against the wall
next to the crumpled form of Roger Davis. It was such a shame that the boy had
disappointed him though as he was the ringleader of this little tragedy he
would have to be punished worse though he was sadly aware how much more
difficult it would be to remove a human than the troll had been. For a moment
he contemplating dropping the fools in the forest to see if they survived or
not, but given the fact that he had broken their arms and legs there was little
chance of that.
“You know if you had minded your own business none
of this would have happened,” Harry consoled the whimpering fool at his feet.
“Now this is going to hurt a lot…”
With that said, Harry unleashed his pent up
irritation on the fools claiming to be clever. It was amazing how much one
could inflict without permanent damage. Still he would make sure that they got
the lesson across. The way the tower echoed with unholy screams as the boys
learned that there was an amazing amount of pain and injury one could live
through let alone walk away without permanent scars. That was even without
magic aiding the healing of the wounds taken into account.
So involved in administering his well measured wrath,
Harry failed to notice what Dora and Mine were doing. The already wishing for
blissful unconsciousness boys were soon wishing they could pass out as the
myriad of hexes went to work at their attempt to cream themselves from the
shear levels of arousal the two ladies actions provided. Some of the hexes were
quite vicious in their parameters. If any of the fools thought about one of his
girls they while able to get aroused would wish they had not as the burning and
weeping blood from their members would be quite painful. That once excited it
would take a most humiliating for them act to remove the effective blue ball
producing secondary hex. So they suffered wishing they could pass out as their
most prized part hurt and their voices silent in throat bleeding pain.
Hermione was however unconcerned with anything as
Harry was handling them so she could get to handle Dora. Oh yes Dora and Tonks
were practically the same now. They both needed a good bit of TLC and she aimed
to provide it. With her bosom exposed and eager Hermione began to caress her
while reassuringly lavishing kisses on her exposed body. That anytime Dora
altered her body the area stayed oh so wondrously sensitive meant that she
would be able to quickly bring her to what she planned to be a very long and
intense series of climaxes. Besides the slowly drying tears were interspersed
with whispers of complete surrender to her protectors that seemed to make
Hermione more aroused and aggressive with her actions. There was no regret
present in Dora at this time and she willingly welcomed their actions to her.
Even if they hung her naked in the common room and worked the crop over her
form leaving her hanging dripping in her and their fluids would she even feel
inclined to dismiss their attention.
They had loved the past few sessions where they had
brought her to release individually and together before gaining their own
release as she watched on. That Dora had eagerly spread her legs for their
fingers and tongues had proved that she was almost completely theirs even when
Harry claimed his assets at Gringott’s proper that Dora would be officially his
vassal. The closest they had allowed the oft frustrated at her inability to
fully participate girl to have was licking fingers clean. They wanted her
completely and only then would they truly possess her.
Now while that may seem counterproductive and most
would have used the young Metamorph for their own pleasure with little concern
for her pleasure, it was quite a bit more controlling indoctrinating Tonks that
while masturbation felt somewhat pleasurable that the two made that seem like a
pale chase kiss compared to a truly passionate I just creamed myself form it
kiss. With her complete willing surrender to Hermione’s attentions regardless
of everything going on around her things would be different this time.
That Hermione was now grinding their uncovered sexes
together as she made out with the girl with their hands readily fondling each
other was a testament to that. For the first time since the morning of her dreaded
shocked disgust at her wanton actions, Tonks was not just receiving their
attention but allowed to give attention to one of the two who had so greatly
crushed herself disgust. It sent a thrill shuddering though her body as her
fingers seemed to be alight with sensations even as her own body was flushed
and fully consumed with the pleasure of the skilled hands working her into a
frenzy of arousal.
‘Oh Merlin!’ Tonks thought as her tongue struggled
to do more than surrender to Hermione’s questing one. ‘It feels even better
than when she is just working me over! She feels so warm in my hands and oh my!
She is grinding herself against me. I can feel the heat and warmth of her
arousal touching mine! No more just accepting their attentions I am going to show
them mine!’
Dora and Tonks had oddly enough finally compromised
their divide. Oh it had been close the past few times as the difference between
the two became less in ideals and wishes. Oh Dora had several intentions to
spite her mother at some point in time. Having her mother forced to
watch unable to do anything as her master took her completely and utterly as
that woman watched was rapidly becoming a fantasy that she was going to do
right before she moved out. Well that and do everything her mother said was
improper for her to do while she watched as her own body betrayed her prudish
ideals.
‘Why she would marry a muggle born who was less
likely to repress his actions does not make sense,’ Dora thought as she thrust
up against Hermione’s gyrating sex. ‘Eh more important things at the moment
though. Making out with Hermione while my master, oh that thought makes me wet
if not just cum from it, watches on is getting me very turned on. Meh when he
gets available I wonder if he is ready for me to pay back all the attention
they have lavished on me? Double teaming him with Hermione will be fun again
though I know that it would be most unpleasant to skip in front and just have
him take me here and now. Pity as it would truly show those fools that I am
taken!’
Letting Dora’s mouth free from her exploring tongue
elicited a verbal moan of loss from Dora. That was replaced with a groan of
satisfaction when she attached her lips to her neck and started doing her best
to drive the girl nuts with the spots she very fondly recalled were there.
Having a hard time meeting Hermione’s grinding Dora found her hands grabbing a
handful of eager ass as a grip to pull herself against. Hermione rewarded the
ingenuity even as she missed the feel of the girl’s hands on her chest with a
few playful nips to the aroused and sensitive skin of her neck.
“Hermione!” Dora shouted as she felt herself shudder
in orgasm from her attentions. “Don’t stop! I never want to stop again!”
Moving her hands from Dora’s even more sensitive and
swollen orbs she grabbed the perk ass and ground her whole body against Dora’s
wanting and panting body. Her lisp remained where they were and it would take
more than makeup to hide the love bites and hickies covering her neck. With
their tits and pussies rubbing together as they pulled themselves closer with
their firm grip on each other’s asses, the two girls lost themselves to their
current experience. This was probably for the best as Dora despite the sex and
other things would likely have gone queasy at what Harry was doing to the idiot
that had pissed him off.
‘Silencing spells are one of the best things ever
well and vanishing evidence,’ Harry thought as he looked at the very beaten
form of Roger Davis and a few motions to get the stiffness from the excessive
use of brutal beatings delivered to him before kicking him in the ribs again.
‘Ah fuck it magic makes things easier I just need to not become so dependant
that I don’t think of anything but a magical solution. A good example is
delivering a good ass kicking does wonders on the mood.’
Roger was sobbing from the pain he was in and winced
as the sight of the two girls going at it caused one of the curses to make him
feel like his dick had just been flayed and covered in salt with a good number
of cuts seeping blood. He realized that he had messed up but from his point of
view he had dismissed a firstie even the Boy-Who-Lived as a viable defender or
claimant to any witch. That he knew that if Harry asked he likely could have
had at least a go with most girls or even women considering how they acted even
for the slightly less known Gildroy Lockhart or the ease that the higher
ranking purebloods could gain ready and willing bed warmers. If he had ever met
anyone that knew the boy currently resisting groin stomping him as he didn’t
want to get that on his boots, he would have known that an angry Harry was only
slightly less dangerous than an annoyed Harry and both would make you wish he
had just killed you. Considering that Harry viewed the Unforgivables as a
crutch of the weak and simple minded might have led one to know better.
“Well Davis I hope you learned something from this,”
Harry said as he squatted before looking to what was in his line of view. “One
I am a possessive vindictive cold hearted and brutal man, two I have no problem
making your life hell, three you look at one of my girls again and I will geld
you in as painful a manner as possible, four if that does not sink in I will
let the girls give you a beating and if you know anything women are far more vicious
than men and lastly do try to impress on your fellows that this is their only
warning next time I won’t be as nice. Now relax and just know that a rather
vicious Geis was placed while you were whimpering like a little pussy. So you
won’t be able to tell anything about what you see in this part. Oddly my kitten
likes to be watched when I do things to her. Eh not that I mind or anything but
if you do fantasize about me in any shape or form they won’t find your body.
Buried alive and being eaten by insects if you want to know. Now as soon as
they are done getting warmed up, I plan to have some fun. So do try not to
distract or well I know Hermione was wondering if a beating bad enough will be
more than a bath in murtlap and other salves would allow the scars to be
prominent enough…”
During Harry’s declaration, Roger was rather wishing
that they had stunned him and left him to die somewhere. Each moment seemed to
make him start to think that death wasn’t as bad as it would end the pain.
Sadly for him suicide in any manner was not something that they would allow as
it would allow him to escape his just punishment. The flair of jealousy that he
would never get a go at either of the girls before him hurt almost as bad as
the first few hexes. He contemplated knowing that he would see the scene before
him and that he was completely helpless.
While Harry had his final part of his discussion
with Roger, Dora and Hermione had gotten more involved. Harry had missed
Hermione latching onto Dora’s neck and instead of simply nipping playfully as
she ground their sexes together actually sunk her fangs into the girl’s neck.
The silent gasp and wide eyed exclamation that Dora had done would have gotten
his attention as immediately she had cried out Hermione in a voice that would
arouse almost any male. That the sensation dragged out the orgasm that she was
experiencing only made her hold on tighter as the pair rode their climaxes
together with Hermione assuredly giving Dora one hell of a ride.
After it became almost too much for her sensitive
body, Hermione withdrew and instead of passionately kissing Dora she instead
lavished soft kisses along her face. She moved her hand from where it had been
kneading Dora’s ass to reassuringly hug and caress the recovering girl. Her
lips gave a soft kiss pressing her smile to Dora’s flushed forehead that seemed
more like a mother would give to reassure their child that everything was
alright compared to a passionate kiss searing their lips together where they
would literally try to pour their emotions into each other’s mouth that such an
intense yet intimate act should have resulted in. soft gently kisses and
caresses soothed Dora’s flushed and shining face while her other hand traced
reassuring patterns from her shoulders to the small of her back with only the
most gentle of soothing traces to the poor girls often reddened and still was
perky and at the moment lush and smooth rump.
To most who knew them, they were often cold and too
many times were excessively sadistic in their retribution and to those people
if they ever saw how the two could be when they were with each other afterwards
of their own games it would shock them deeply. For all their dark impulses and
violent, bloody and often brutal actions, Harry and Hermione were capable of being
quite tender when the situation called for it. The few of the whimpering in
pain audience were stuck with the contrast of the brutal and vicious beating
that Roger was receiving with the now almost in contrast to the wild passion
fueled fucking they had witnessed were seeing a very tender and almost perfect
example of sensual acts that showed that while the two were very sexual and
enjoyed their union there was a deep emotional need that they were satisfying.
Dora found herself with a very loving Hermione
calmly caressing her and soothing her in the aftermath. It was cuddling at some
of its finest. That Hermione’s back was wrapped with arm and legs holding her
tight to the witch she had just soothed and satisfied to the point that she had
completely forgotten that she had almost been forced to surrender to a bunch of
hormonal boys to give them a blowjob, hand job and likely a tit fuck as they
were not completely likely to engage in shagging or buggering at that time. Oh
and they had planned to rub it in her face literally and figuratively after
spraying her face and tits with their weak and pathetic cum.
So considering that Dora had finally reciprocated in
more than a kiss, is it any wonder that as soon as she had the chance she had
indulged in something she now felt she had rather foolishly denied herself from
for too long? Dora was aware that for the past while after the seduction
reached the point a little after Harry had once more played her pussy until she
came that she was on the receiving end of their attention. She had been slowly
worked to the point where in addition to kisses and wandering hands teasing her
above the waist that first fingers and then tongues were used to make her
slowly submit to them and each time reveling more so in the pleasure the acts
had brought her. She recalled quite well that night and the way she had used
her tongue to such effect and given how good both of their normal tongues had
been in drawing the shuddering sublime sexual delights from her body.
With that in mind she did what she had been slowly
rationalizing and working her mind to accept doing. Well after Hermione had
left her completely naked and trailed kisses from head to toe as her body rode
the pleasure that was being lavished on her body. It actually had taken
Hermione’s deliberate attempts to have her orgasm back to awareness by burying
her eager tongue in the older girl’s sex. The panting girl had as soon as her
eyes focused and her mind cleared a moment yanked the blinking Hermione’s face
to her and kissed her. It was unlike the past few kisses one of promise and
passion. Dora’s tongue swept as much as it could shifting to taste every part
of her lover’s mouth.
Pulling away with her tongue slowly slithering back
from where it had stretched the gap between mouths, Dora wagged it a bit before
moving Hermione to the armrest of the chair she was on. She slid to the floor
as she drew Hermione to sit with her legs spread in the chair. Her tongue was
quick to bury itself and writhe inside of her lover’s wet and ready slit. Lost
in the task at hand and focused on only making her lover feel at least half as
good as she had made her feel, Dora was unaware that the violence around her
had ended. Hermione had been kept far too distracted to give a care to what was
happening around her.
‘It has been so worth the time and effort to seduce
and keep her and that was just with her personality!’ Hermione thought during a
few moments of lull in the worshipping Dora was doing to her body. ‘With Dora’s
rather interesting talents there are so many wonderful benefits and the fact
that she has been able to go to Hogsmeade for some business hadn’t hurt either.
Oh yes this is one oops that has worked out rather well perhaps almost as well
as masters first one when he gained Alice. If it hadn’t been for that, what
would I have been like?’
Suddenly while Dora had latched her mouth to create a
very strong suction on the entirety of Hermione’s sex, she retracted her tongue
from where it had been writhing inside her entrance to slither down and around
her bottom. She was startled at first as her tongue felt something bar her
passage to tease her mistress there. Reaching her fingers around she felt what
her tongue had noticed blocking her entrance. A few quick tweaks with her
fingers on the object in question provided for a very pleasurable moan of
appreciation. As her tongue was unable to enter without removal of the
obstruction she returned it to her hole after smacking the plug with her
tongue.
‘So it seems that Hermione is getting ready for that
already,’ Dora thought as her tongue and fingers did their best to pleasure
her. ‘Oh if only I could cast that vibration charm silently and wandless! Ah
well I can at least work it around while my tongue is occupied with this tasty
treat!’
“Dora!” Hermione shouted as she felt herself shudder
and flow into the so already talented metamorphmagus mouth. “You’re such a good
girl!”
The purring that statement caused along with the way
that her grip on Dora’s head nuzzled her around set Hermione off again. That
the entirety of her sex as well as her ass was being teased was enough to
remove any restraint in how she used Dora. Her hands grabbed the head of her
lover and held it tight to her sex. Her legs were resting on Dora’s shoulders
while Dora’s hands were under her ass where one was twisting and thrusting the
plug as she jerked around.
It was to this that Harry turned around and almost
felt himself go from violent and blood thirsty to very horny. He was so
suddenly aware of the change of blood flow that he dismissed the silenced
scream and convulsion as his punishment reasserted itself as he was unable to
look away from the sight before him. Hell he would have to be dead not to
respond to how the two girls looked. Roger had felt like he almost wished he had
been castrated instead of suffering the pain he had been and that was just when
they had been making out and grinding where he could barely see Dora’s ass or
maybe the pair’s tits. The current sight made him wish he was old and less easy
to excite as his arousal was straining the charms torture more so.
“Damn,” Harry said as he watched Dora lap up the
cream from another of Hermione’s most assured orgasm. “Well Roger do try not to
die here but I have something more important to do than deal with your actions
anymore. You do understand right?”
Roger just nodded at that. Well that and feeling
jealous of the man who he knew was going to be with those two sexy girls. A
part of him was very disturbed that a first year looked like that. It just
wasn’t fair that none of the girls had looked like that for far too many years.
If he had known he would have seen to training a few when he was a second year
or should have realized the slight oddness to Tonks looks held such potential.
Well that was before he fell back and shuddered as he tried to knock himself
out as his dick felt it was about to be inside a slowly constricting grinder.
“Ah good,” Harry said ignoring the obviously
silenced scream of torture that was visible on Roger’s face. “Hopefully someday
you meet a girl and you aren’t such a limp loser. Though who knows how warped
your needs will be by then. I forgot to mention a few of the more vicious
curses but you will find out later…”
Dismissing the repeatedly trying to bludgeon himself
into unconsciousness Roger, Harry proceeded to approach the arousing and
alluring sight before him. He walked with a very obvious step to the chair
where Hermione was being orally pleasured to a very resounding exclamation. Having
no desire to interrupt before there was a need to do so especially as he saw
Hermione start to visibly show signs of again approaching climax, Harry settled
to the edge of the chair’s armrest and draping an arm around the chair behind
her head proceeded to lean in and kiss the vocally exclaiming girl’s willing
mouth. That his free hand drifted to her currently neglected shining and
flushed firm and aroused tits with the almost glaringly throbbing nipples was
of course something he had begun to do as a matter of course.
‘It is so difficult to tell which girls’ body is
more sensitive,’ Harry thought as he continued his tongue duel with Hermione. ‘Dora
seems to become almost dangerously sensitive when she shifts and Hermione tends
to have a very low threshold for pleasure once she gets aroused. At least
neither of them is like they say some guys are where one quick climax and they
are done or things would be leaving me high and strained. How is it that when
she gets like this that so many of her spots risk becoming over sensitive to
where it is painful? Ah well at least there is no more worries of the stress of
our ambitions killing us though this treatment seems to come close at times.’
As soon as Harry moved from her lips to nibble her
neck, Hermione exclaimed, “Oh god! Mater! Dora! You are so good to me! That’s
it Dora keep doing that! Master! I missed this so much! Please tell me that we
are never letting her go?”
Releasing his lips from where they were teasing her
flushed and willing skin, Harry smiled before he moved his right hand to caress
her back and say to her, “Mine, you know that I would never do that. I am quite
possessive of what is mine and you both are mine, mine to protect and use as I
wish. You do recall that you both gave yourselves to me. Besides this is Dora’s
final acceptance. I admit the chase has been fun but as much as you loved
receiving the attentions that she inspired I know you wish to have her.
Remember though that you are mine and she is mine that will always be true!”
“Yes master!” Hermione shouted as their attentions
drove her to shuddering and spasming again. “Yours! We are both yours… always!”
Harry’s reply was non-spoken even if it was quite
vocal in that it was a growl before he reclaimed her lips. Not satisfied with
her current state of enjoyment, Harry dove head in to adding his mouth to a
neglected part of her body. Her one completely ignored and in need of serious
attention nipple. With a hand to caress her back while one fondled her right
tit, Harry added his mouth to her left tit that was for a bit long to her left
unmolested. Lips parted and flesh was soon being suckled with an eagerness that
made Harry’s own desire apparent.
Dora was aware of that as her eye could see the
straining of his pants even as her left hand teased the plug inside her lover’s
backside. Her right hand had been occupied more with cupping and feeling her
ass as well as trying to pull herself closer to Hermione’s willing and wet
flower. Seeing the only man besides her father she felt comfortable around and
even there a sense of guilt that she had used her own father to spank her into
orgasm before her mother had found out there was little reason now to act as
unwilling to play again. Having for what seemed too long only been at their
tender mercies in ravaging her willing and needing body there is no reason for
her to hold back in returning the favor.
Her right hand snaked back from where it was
greedily kneading Hermione’s derriere to cup his arousal. Dora had been so hard
pressed not to rip his pants off and have her way with him much to his
enjoyment that now given the chance and no longer denying her desires did
finally start to completely embrace them. She started that with reaching to
feel his skin encased and highlighted erection where she ran her fingers
lovingly over the cloth covered form.
Her actions caused Harry to react as he bit off a
moan causing Hermione to gasp from his response. With her nipple captured in
his mouth his teeth had been gently nipping and the surprise caused a slight
discomfort that was quite pleasurable. Harry would never understand why the
girls and soon to be women in his life liked the sensations regardless of which
side of the pleasure and pain line they fell on.
‘Just another mystery of life,’ Harry thought before
he muffled another groan around his mouthful. ‘How is it that my girls, as that
does sound better in public than minions, pets and slaves does, are so much
into such a set of desires? Hermione likes sensations giving and receiving them
to the utmost as part of her need to know and understand things, Anne needs to
be controlled and does seem to parallel Dora in some of her desires and lastly
Alice poor sweat Alice so dark and defiled that most would see that my actions
the lesser of damnations to her soul. To think that I of all people would have
four girls to do my bidding completely and that for so many years I refused to
take advantage of their offer. Still hormones do make this libido so hard to
constrain and such desires are natural and it does seem to clear the mind of
clutter along with alleviating stress and other such impedances. Still getting
to feel and suckle a girls tit at my age would be quite the high point for most
and having a girl squeeze and fondle my… hmm dick and cock does sound a bit
crude and penis, member, erection and arousal all sound so clinical perhaps I
need more descriptive words to such matters and even calling it a tool, wood or
any other number of such words does not feel inspiring as much… ah yes Dora is
fondling my rigid rod while not that arousing in description is true in fact. Now
I have to wonder what effects her ability will have on her grip!’
Harry’s concentration was ruined quite nicely when
Dora fished him out and started stroking. Hermione on the other hand was too
distracted with their attentions to notice that Dora had redirected part of it
even as Harry’s own hand had readily taken Dora’s place in feeling her up.
Their actions continued until Dora released Hermione from most of her
ministration as she felt Harry start to throb as he approached release.
“Well Hermione,” Dora said even as her face remained
rubbing against Hermione’s weeping ready and parted lips while her hands teased
both of them differently, “you asked me so long ago where should master cum. So
where should he cum this time? Should he spray us both or do you think the two
of us can see how each other now compare in pleasing him?”
This was as unfair as when Dora had been asked such
when she had been quite driven out of her mind with lust and pleasure. However
Hermione had spent a good deal of time building a tolerance to the pleasures
her body was more oft than not wracked with. That did however little given to
her recent string of gushing orgasms. That Dora returned to alternating
licking, nibbling and sucking her slowly becoming over sensitized clit did not
help the poor girl at all.
“Cuming,” Hermione said as she pulled Dora back to
her suddenly spasming and flowing snatch this caused her head to move enough to
see what was happening. “Oh Dora you do such a good job! Why I think I should
sit on your face and ride that tongue of yours when Harry mounts you. As it is
I know that you must be going through some withdrawal so since I feel so good
right now you can get a mouthful. Just remember to share!”
“Thank you,” Dora said with a beautiful smile to her
face as she withdrew her attentions from Hermione and turned them completely to
Harry. “So will you do it master? Will you use my mouth and fill it with your
cum? I need it so bad! It’s been too long to go without!”
“Of course,” Harry said before returning to teasing
the tit in his face.
The poor boys who had wished to have her do that to
them were forced while in pain to watch the scene that had transpired. Harry
had two girls and one was the shapeshifter they had been ready to allow to
service their needs. That the first year for some reason already had tits
better than those in their class was thought on before the pain made them wish
they had not. They did have one common consensus and that was Harry Potter was
one lucky boy or man as they were not entirely sure which he was.
The current very lucky boy watched as Dora smiled
with her face inches from his currently being stroked member. He was looking
between that and the still flowing and spasming slit of his friend and the
almost connected string of juices between the two. He would have said something
about the sight but his mouth was far more pleasantly occupied. He did however
cause a tremor to pass through the still shuddering body of Hermione from the
sudden pleasure that Dora caused when she simply parted her lips and slid her
lips and then throat onto him.
‘Every day I realize how colossally stupid my
unwillingness to take any of my girls up on most of their offers was,’ Harry thought
as he savored both the taste and feel of the flesh in his mouth and the flesh
of his being explored by another’s mouth. ‘If I had continued to completely
obsess about my ambition and goal I would have either burned out or gone quite
far into things I would prefer not to meet them. Is it wrong to willingly use
the services my servants have offered? Anne has often offered her body in any
and every manner for me to find pleasure in and Alice is almost as submissive
at least to me. Still Hermione is a friend too and while I do not feel the
slight conflict from having saved the others from their lives with her there is
the matter of her willingness to in some ways challenge me that I find
attractive.’
Without hands to force her to move at any specific
rate, Dora savored her attentions as much as she had seemed driven to drive Hermione
to oft fill her mouth with her flowing offering of juices. Her tongue was able
to once more explore and taste all that she desired. She had been feeling more
and more a need to turn things about and where they had cornered her return the
favor and drag them to quite corners where she had them use her face as they had
readily used their tongues and fingers to drive her mad.
The poor bastards were suffering as the three let
themselves blend together in their passions. The last curses that had been laid
on them would make the rest of their teenage years a hellish proposition and would
likely offend any who didn’t believe in cruel or unusual punishment. The three
were so involved with each other that even if there had not been a silencing
charm on their victims that any screams from them would have been ignored as
anything but background noise.
“Oh… god! Both of you make me feel so good!” Hermione
shouted as hers was the sole mouth currently unoccupied and their attention had
finally reached critical once more. “Cum with me!”
‘Too long,’ Dora thought as she felt her mouth get a
sudden taste that she had been without for too long. ‘Still considering that
they have been making me feel heavenly all this time and only now get to return
the favor I feel a need to work us a bit more even. I wonder what things I will
experience this time when they lead me to his room. So many things that we have
done, so many to do again and yet so much more to try. I know that there will
be some pain mixed with the pleasure but considering how it made me feel last
time I don’t feel any trepidation to go forward.’
Her eyes closed as she felt Hermione shudder and Harry
spasm inside her mouth. She once more let herself merely be a passenger of her
body as it rode a new wave of sensations that she had been having so much
difficulty not succumbing to ask to indulge in. her knees were going weak and
if it wasn’t for the sudden support holding her up even as she suckled she
would have drawn her lovers into a tangled collapse.
Dora’s eyes opened even as she still felt her body
humming with pleasure. She felt a sense of joy and fulfillment at the sight of
their faces and the flush and happy look on it. This is only added on when both
of them casually and almost naturally stroke her hair affectionately.
“Such a good girl,” Hermione murmurs as her hand
runs through Dora’s hair reminiscently of petting Mischief. “You made both of
us feel so good, right Harry?”
“Right,” Harry agreed as soon as he had released
Hermione’s tit after a quick nibble. “We are both proud of you. Now I don’t know
about the two of you but a chair is not quite right for more entertainment and
games. The house elves are going to be happy with the work but it’s rude to
make a mess so publically.”
“True,” Hermione agreed even as she saw Dora almost
start to close her eyes to nurse on Harry. “Even if I would rather just savor
this moment… Dora you really should let him go unless you want to crawl up like
that.”
Dora merely whined and stayed attached to him. The two
just smiled at her and continued to pet the girl even as her mouth and fingers
gently caressed them. She felt herself almost drift asleep as she was but the
slight changes in their movements when she started to do more than drift kept
that from happening. As they were not allowing her to sleep but continue her
ministration, Dora basked in the sensations that her actions caused.
“Well since she is so intent,” Harry said with a
shrug as he rose while she struggled to remain attached to him. “I see no
reason not to have her crawl after though if she causes any harm the punishment
will be most unpleasant.”
“Like she would risk that being injured at this
point and time,” Hermione said with a scoff as she wrapped herself to him. “If
you don’t mind I am going to enjoy a lift and I know you aren’t done from
before.”
“True,” Harry said as his hand held her to him
resting on her ass while her arms and legs were wrapped around him. “I wonder
if it is possible to have you moan in tune though…”
Harry stopped talking as he took the offered breast
to his lips. He promptly tried to test tone her moans even as his right hand was
supporting her ass while kneading it as his left was gently holding Dora’s
head. He had not wanted to have her accidentally harm that and even if he could
heal it that was something he would prefer not to deal with. A very small part
of his mind was very grateful that Alice and Anne had been around to prevent
such disasters when Hermione had first decided to experiment on him.
Slowly the entwined group made their way up the
steps with careful measure even if Dora would rather bite her tongue off than
harm what was in her mouth. Hermione was grateful for his hand as even if it was
very stimulating she had no real worry about spasming and falling to the ground
with his arm there. Meanwhile the elves popped in and cleaned while shaking
their heads at the mess the boys made of themselves. Sadly they cleaned with
magic and not as much with cloths for the poor boys. While the scrubbing charm
cleaned it was a very good thing that the elves had not lifted the silencing spell
from them as it was most abrasive on their wounds.
Dora was crawling and her mouth was wonderfully
occupied. That was all that she was really aware about besides the luxurious feel
of the hand in her hair. Her eyes were closed and she trusted him to guide her.
Oh she could hear Hermione’s noises of pleasure from his attention and smell
the scent of her juices but she was quite content to savor her own happiness.
In fact she had been still for quite some time lapping
everywhere she could as she heard Hermione’s moans become more repetitive before
a shout caused her eyes to snap open. She took in the sight of her master with Hermione
glued and sliding along him supported by his hand while she could see his lips
holding her tit even as she moved tugging it. Her eyes closed again as she felt
herself coat her thighs once more. When she had opened them again she was aware
that Hermione had very reluctantly moved from his embrace and was looking over
some things.
‘Hermione has a crop in her hand,’ Dora thought
still unwilling to part with her prize. ‘Well it is going to take more than
that to dislodge me now!’
Dora was quite right in that matter and while it
took a while Hermione got her go at both of her lovers. Harry just went along
and played with them both. It was Dora’s last coherent thought before the three
devolved into reactions that was truly telling.
‘You think that I am letting go is going to happen?’
Dora thought as she dove forward after almost letting him escape driving
herself to take him all the way while wrapping her arms around him to hang on. ‘I
went to damn long while you got a go at him more than nightly. I am not going
to let go unless you can make me pass out!’
“She seems quite insistent,” Harry said before a
groan as she tried to literally swallow him whole. “Hermione she is going to be
very stubborn now! Get some more things to convince her!”
“Sure,” Hermione said even as her attempt to once
more snap the girl’s mouth open in shock was met merely with her snuggling
closer to him while waggling her ass at her. “It’s a shame that we can't get a
toy box here. Remind me to see about getting some more tools when we get a
chance…”
“Right,” Harry said as his nails dug into her scalp.
“Absence doesn’t just make Dora fonder; it also makes her latch on like a
limpet. As much fun as her taking all of me balls included into her mouth is I don’t
think she plans to let go even if I am entirely spent!”
“We should have just ended this sooner and let her
have a taste again sooner,” Hermione said as she rooted around the things that
she brought. “Still the game was quite fun. Remind me to have her do that to me
next time and that you remember to pry her off when I get too sensitive.”
“Sure sure,” Harry said as his eyes started to
cross. “Remind me to have something long enough to lash her when she gets
latched on.”
“No problem,” Hermione said as she came over with a
few things. “Hope these help a tad…”
Following a quick biting to her dangling tits, Dora
redoubled her efforts. The sudden stings that jarred her almost dislodged her. She
was in for one rough night but she realized that she was churning more so from
the actions. She heard Hermione pass him something and then things went more
stimulating.
‘Oh god!’ Dora thought as they turned up their intensity.
‘I am going to be sore in the morning!’
She was quite right in that as once more the three
strained the silencing charms woven into the room. The house elves however were
almost heard in their cackling in how much work those three were providing
them. A busy elf was a happy elf after all. They may have cleaned the common up
but there was his room and bath that would need a lot of work. It was nice
having such considerate masters again.
*******************
Things were beginning to look complicated for the
pair. They had as the other Ravenclaws done attended the first optional Care
class with Kettleburn and after hearing again how talented Hagrid was decided
to visit especially after the talk that they had. It had seemed simple as
heading down to his hut and discussing things with him. That had been shot to
hell not even moments after they arrived. It seemed that what they had heard
was true. Hagrid had somehow managed to get what he had always wanted and
somehow managed to get it to hatch.
‘A bloody fucking dragon was not what I planned on
dealing with today,” Harry thought as he leaped out of range of another breath
of flame. ‘I was looking forward to a very nice relaxing day and since Dora is
just hanging and recovering some time to reflect on how crazy we went. Not that
she really didn’t get so damn excited and I was worked up from a good spot of
violence and then to see them like that… well even Weasley would have realized
that they were so hot even if he is a food, Quidditch and chess obsessed above
all else person.’
“Harry!” Hermione shouted as she skipped back to
land on one of the tree branches nearby. “We need a plan and we need it quick!”
“Right excuse me for not thinking a dragon of all
things would be on the agenda for a few more years and a Norwegian Ridgeback
too,” Harry said as he utilized his speed and quick reflexes to dodge the
potent flames that were being sprayed at him. “Now as much as I don’t feel inclined
to be one for slaughtering them all this dragon is really starting to piss me
off!”
“Yes I can see that,” Hermione snarked back trying
to alleviate the seriousness of the situation. “So what do we have that would
work on a dragon?”
“Well despite a dragon being rather resistant to
standard magic there are a few advantages that we have,” Harry said as he
dodged a sudden tail flick. “Their hide is strong against magic but the weak
spot is the eyes although their skulls can be crushed despite the resistance to
such damage they have.”
“Like I think I am going to get a chance to cave the
dragon’s skull in,” Hermione sarcastically replied as she quickly banished a
rock towards the dragon. “It would take a good deal of force to squish its
brain. So given what we know are our blades able to go through its hide?”
“A good observation,” Harry commented as a quick
flick of his arm sent his own ball of fire to intercept the irate dragon’s next
volley of fire. “The problem is getting close enough to do so. Well that and
that we have shit for wards to conceal us so any random fool can get a feel and
know what type of magic we are using!”
“Split time?” Hermione asked as a sudden wall
snapped up to block the next flame as Norbert drew too close to dodge at that
range. “I distract and you get some wards up or vice versa than we drop the
hammer on him?”
“That will work,” Harry said as he shifted his wand
to its stronger form to get this done quick and yet still strong enough to
work. “Hate to say it but you are a bit more agile than me at the moment.”
“Well I am a girl,” Hermione answered. “I take it
that since someone dropped a dragon in our laps it would be most ungracious to
waste the opportunity?”
“True enough,” Harry said as he worked his way to
setting the quick and rough ward into place. “It’s a shame to kill him though
even if he seems a bit unstable.”
“Yeah almost as bad as the fact that they seem to
react badly to Parsel,” Hermione said with a quick flick as she banished a
barrage of high speed metal shards to keep him occupied. “What you think I
wouldn’t try to find any clue on the lovely gift you shared with us?”
“Perish the thought,” Harry replied as he completed
another quick anchor. “Remind me to make a few anchor stones for any future
time we need to do something like this. A simple activate and deactivate rune
set would allow for reusable containment wards. Where is Kiki when you need
her?”
“Yeah I wonder what the hell is keeping her from
coming to aid us now,” Hermione said as she snapped a quick overcharged Lumos
to temporarily blind the dragon. “I get the forest with you wandering so damn
far in that it would take too long to have gotten to your trouble seeking ass,
but this is ridiculous being so close relatively to the school.”
“Yet we are far enough that none of the professors
seem to be noticing this,” Harry said with a frown. “You would think that the
schools damn wards would pick this up! A bloody dragon this close would need to
be repelled if not silenced. Could that be part of why the forest is forbidden
if the wards are less sensitive here?”
“Could be but not the point now,” Hermione said as
she contemplated how much power her cheap Ollivander wand could take as it was
already warm and wisps of smoke were coming from it. “Remind me to go get a
better wand with you as this thing is limited. Most likely it is supposed to
develop to handle our power as we mature but piss all for being ready when we
need it!”
“Why do you think I went to a good shop?” Harry
asked as he furiously weaved the last part for the ward. “Right get back
because I don’t think that wand can take much more. Wards are going up so
change up with one of the daggers. Things are about to get a bit less one
sided!”
Hermione moved at a sudden burst of speed that left
her panting out of range of Norbert’s attacks. It had been a tough decision who
would do which but Harry had a better chance to get the wards up and quick even
if he had a new speed technique that would have drained his magic like they
were casting post NEWT level spells like candy. That Hermione was feeling
almost exhausted more form the speed burst than her previous dodging shows that
neither one had really been prepared for the drain of that enhancement.
“Give me a minute,” Hermione said as she tried to
recover her breath. “Fuck!”
At Hermione’s sudden shout Harry turned to see the
dragon closing quicker than he had though to her. Just as he prepared to blur
with his blades to slice the dragon’s throat open, a sudden black blur flew
past scratching its eyes in its passage. Eyes wide at the sudden staggering
dragon it took a moment for him to recognize that Kiki had finally shown up.
Feeling a very odd mood settle in him, Harry chuckled a bit before turning to
the dragon.
“Bout time you got here, squirt,” Harry said feeling
a less than dark humor bubbling inside him. “Someone seems to have provided a
dragon for our benefit so we might as well make do!”
Kiki chattered happily at that. She hadn’t had a
chance to try dragon meat or blood yet. Something new was important after all.
She had eternity and with her attention span even a short time was even shorter
to her thought process. So the boredom that plagues all long lived beings was
an unknown concern merely trying to find something new. Besides she had been
eating any rats that had foolishly wandered near her form for a very long time
to her at least. It would take time for her to remember to tell them about the
weird mirror.
“Thanks,” Hermione said as she got to her feet. “So
we got a blind dragon do we have a plan yet?”
“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to try this for a bit but
didn’t have a chance,” Harry said a truly dark grin settling to his face. “We
got a circle. We got a sacrifice. We just need to pin it down and get some
blood!”
Hogwarts had been there for a while and it was
amazing what had all died on its grounds. Long ago Care involved what had been
relatively common creatures and in distant ages before apparition, Portkeys and
Floo had been invented flight had been the fastest form of travel. Winged
Pegasus and other such beasts had been the steeds of the day. The most
difficult to even try to coerce were dragons. However do to how valuable their
bodies were as ingredients even their bones it was rare that one was buried. Still
such beasts had at times fallen to the earth and been buried. Harry had become
well versed enough in animating the dead that calling skeletons even of magical
creatures was while potentially draining not a difficult magic to perform.
With a shudder the earth was torn and the skeletal
heads burst forth and grabbed the flailing form of the living dragon. Blood
flowed onto the ground from legs and tails as the five heads drew it to the
ground leaving only his head to flail about. The blood flowed freely and the
three were drawn to it and its intoxicating scent. Mouths found themselves
suckling the flowing blood until each had their fill.
“Oh god!” Hermione croaked as she pulled away before
falling on her ass. “That was just wow!”
The glassed eyed Harry replied, “Tell me about it.
Damn what a rush!”
“So we got a dragon all trussed up here,” Hermione
said her belly feeling full and pleasantly warm. “It would be a shame to let it
die just watering the ground with its blood; so what are we going to do?”
“That is a tough one,” Harry said as he blinked a
few times looking at the slowly diminishing in struggle form. “Bone weapons are
some of the best for us and we have a dragon for that. Well more than one
technically, still it is supposed to be stronger with a sacrifice and not made
from a skeleton. I still am unsure on what to make though I think we know what
type of weapon you will favor.”
“A whip,” Hermione said in realization. “What I
wanted to use on Dora in your room next time, realizing that it becomes
obvious. Still seems a bit of a waste just for that…”
“Ah but we have our bellies full of dragon’s blood
and while it does not immediately strengthen like Re’em blood it is used by
normal wizards in very small doses in strengthening, healing and other such
potions,” Harry said with a very vicious smile. “Recall how you were able to
improve your strength from a troll? Now add what we can gain from this dragon
besides a belly full of blood and a weapon for you…”
“So a greater resistance to magic, more potency to
our blood and magic and a few other improvements,” Hermione said looking the
not yet still dragon in a detached analytical manner. “Yes this will be most
beneficial. It is a shame that Dora cannot learn such magics though we could
perform rituals on her. So there is no idea the weapon for you yet huh? We will
need to work on that master as it is not wise for you to be less armed than
your servants.”
“True though I plan to explore the possibilities of
necromantic fire as a more flexible weapon,” Harry said with a sigh, “Sadly
that requires facilities we do not have yet. Perhaps I should ask the elves if
they know of a room to train in that would have enough privacy?”
“A thought my master that must be explored later,”
Hermione said as she drew her daggers. “Still you have your many formed focus
that I believe you said can take the form of a weapon so that must do for now.
Were we harvesting some more before I create my weapon?”
“Dragon parts are valuable,” Harry said with a
frown. “A shame that it is illegal for most to raise them in farms though there
are the preserves that tend to harvest the more replenishable parts. Hide for combat
robes are always popular a bit like leather though much more spell resistant. I
wonder, do you think I would look good in leather?”
“If you wore leather pants properly we would have a
problem,” Hermione said with a snicker. “You do realize that most of the girls
here seem a bit repressed though from what Dora confessed they at least
masturbate though rarely seeming to go further in a relationship than most
muggle high school students do. Still I think you might like seeing us in
leather as much as we would you though we likely would not be able to get by in
going to class in things other than this ridiculous uniform. A shame that
wizards seem to become rooted in Victorian values or things would be quite a
bit more enlightening. How they have destroyed so much of the old magics seems
to be intentional…”
“Yes that does sound like the ministry with their
overregulation of anything that they cannot easily understand or monitor,”
Harry said with a scowl. “So we should gather some things. A shame that I am
uncertain if blood replenishing potion would work or we could have a rather
abundant supply of delicious dragon’s blood.”
“Yes a shame that,” Hermione said before taking
blade to flesh and removing some hide. “We should do something to prevent that
head from moving more.”
“Yes but its head is quite dangerous and easily
harmed killing the dragon,” Harry said with a sigh as he frowned before trying
something he had read up on as useful. “Well that seems almost too simple.”
“Ah conjuring does seem useful if it didn’t fade
eventually,” Hermione said as she spared a glance at the now muzzled dragons
head. “So why didn’t we do that to immobilize it in the first place?”
“Not sure it would hold as well,” Harry said with a
shrug as he joined her in harvesting some hide and blood. “It is better than my
first idea to have spikes impale and grip the dragon down.”
“Yes that would be a bit less likely to have as firm
of a hold,” Hermione said speculating at the hide. “I wonder if a dragon hide
whip would have any special properties.”
“It might although making a full set of tools as
well as play clothes might take a bit of hide,” Harry said with an almost giddy
smile tugging on his face. “I say we at least make some outerwear out of the
hide and maybe we can see how good leather looks on us over Christmas?”
“Yes that might be fun,”” Hermione said with a
thought. “Yes skirts for access and some pants for other times would be nice
maybe even a vest would look nice.”
“Yes it would drive the idiots spare and most
definitely work the Dursleys to conniptions,” Harry said with a grin. “Since I
am unsure what to do with them until I can get emancipated or of age why
shouldn’t we make their lives a living hell? Considering that they seem
obsessed with normality the only thing more they fear is whatever unnaturalness
they have becoming public knowledge.”
“Never thought to give their minds a look through or
were you worried that whatever you saw would make it difficult not to kill them
to soon,” Hermione said a thoughtful look on her face. “I do believe that I am
uncertain if I like Alice’s forays into being a madam even if she seems to need
to dominate those around her and that it seems that the children as well as the
adults have a very large number of tendencies that should make Little Whining
as far from perfectly ordinary and average as they appear to be.”
“I may blame Petunia more as she is my mother’s
sister but considering how Vernon and Dudley takes after the bully are it is
possible that things are not what they appear to be,” Harry said with a sigh as
he bottled another container of dragons blood and set another section of freed
hide down. “Oh Vernon and Dudley will die as they were the instigators for the
mess but what to do with my closest blood relative remains to be seen. Ruin her
completely most definitely but have her live wishing and begging for death has
its own appeal…”
“A shame she looks so ghastly,” Hermione said as she
finished her side of the dragon. “Otherwise you could give her to Alice for
whatever purpose she comes to.”
“It would be funny if it turns out the Dursleys having
issue in their lifestyle that they covered up that I didn’t notice,” Harry said
with a bitter laugh. “Still I haven’t spent as much time observing them than
was necessary. I do plan to repay them pain for pain though.”
“I would expect no less of my master,” Hermione said
with a theatrical bow. “Still how much more can we harvest without killing the
sacrifice?”
“Ah there should be the last of it,” Harry said as
the dragon was gagged with muscles exposed to the air and a good portion of its
blood removed and stored. “A shame that we cannot retain the heart strings as
they seem to be quite often used in wands. Still we don’t know if that would be
a perfect match or not so get carving!”
Hermione knew that while carving runes to focus and
ease the flow of magic was not necessarily had to be done it did facilitate the
ritual. She was rather glad for the belly full of dragon blood as there was a
lot of surface area to cover. Still it left her with a slight bit of the
jitters similar to the last time she had coffee straight. Her hand moved
steadily as she carved runes detailing what she wanted into the muscles of the
barely moving dragon.
‘Perhaps that little modification would work,’
Hermione thought as her obsidian dagger cut through the muscle with no
resistance. ‘It would be a shame to waste het heart after all…’
Finally after far too much time and having to shoo
Kiki from eating some of the still living dragons flesh from where she needed
to place runes, Hermione was finished with the tedious task of turning a dragon
into a well carved sacrifice. She had barely registered the intermixing rune
schemes that Harry had added to the circle. He had already enhanced his sight
once by his rebirth, but adding some of the dragon’s senses to both of theirs
would help. A shame that they could not at this time add some of the more
extravagant changes. Adding additional parts would be useful though far too
dangerous if they were not easily hidden from the close minded bigots.
‘Sharper surer weapons would be nice especially if
they cannot be taken away,’ Harry though in regret as neither of them had a
proper plan for a dragon being sacrificed. ‘Still we will be better prepared if
this situation falls into our hands again. I do have to wonder what the bleed
off will do for the rest of us. We didn’t perform numerous experiments well not
really and already our companions are more altered than we suspected. Oddly I
have not been sick even the slightest of things since the change. Perhaps that
is something to investigate when we have more time.’
“I offer this flesh to create out of its bones a
weapon,” Hermione began to intone. “Oh hungry ones I offer this to thee come and
take your tithe. Life to the dead and death to the living turn the cycles. Grant
this lowly emissary this boon forged of the bones of this great beast. Turn
this malformed flesh to rights and allow its spirit passage for its toll.”
“That which was lost to madness be restored,” Harry
spoke his voice reverbing with another presence. “Grant the mind a salve to the
twisting its birth was done. Permit the spirit to rest free of the insanity of
near miss birth. One sought to preserve this one’s life and merely condemned it
to suffering led to madness and first it’s suffering before leading to others
in its rage. Pass on oh dragon your time was short your torment great. Now
accept the sweat peace and be gone!”
Hermione had been unprepared for that and watched
wide eyed for a moment as Norbert she now knew was set to right before
blissfully unaware of the pain his body had been in passed on. Without a spirit
the body does not continue long. Oh it may be a shell having automatic
processes but the soul is far more tied to the body than most.
“Twisted flesh now made right,” Hermione spoke the
words coming to her mind barely before they fell from her tongue. “Payment
rendered for services claimed. Oh soul granted peace, know that your flesh left
behind does not go to waste. Change oh bones from thy form to serve your new
purpose. Supported your body in life now support mine in death!”
The flesh dissolved from the dragon’s form. The
blood itself however flowed toward the glowing heart as the veins and arteries
sucked the flesh dry of blood before returning to their center. Several of the
more useful parts that had not been salvaged floated there instead of
dissolving. The nerves long since gone meant that even the soulless mind did
not suffer as the rite continued. The bones however seemed to move and flow as
they started to grow denser and smaller in physical size. Instead of one
concentration there were seven. The legs, arms, wings and the tail to head soon
separated even as the bones between flowed to the nearest parts.
This was unexpected as Hermione thought only one
weapon and that was a whip would form. She knew deep in her being that the rest
may not be hers to wield but belonged to her master in part just as she did.
The curved blades that the wings had become were as elegantly beautiful as they
were deadly. The legs and arms seemed to become clawed gauntlets for arms and
feet. She shivered at the ideas that sprung up on how they could be used came
to her mind. The main peace was a thing of startling beauty as well as sinister
in its potential.
‘I think I just came looking at that whip,’ Hermione
thought with a whimper as she rubbed her moist lips together. ‘It just looks so
cool. The head became a very intricate and engraved looking head, a very small bit
of the neck to the shoulder blades to grip with as a handle, and the length as
vertebra able to contract to a rigidity to use to pierce as well as loose
enough to lash someone. Oh god! The bones can be as smooth, jagged or sharp as
I want. I can just see me using this and… fuck! Those ideas definitely made me
gush! Oh such things we will do!’
“Well that was definitely unexpected,” Harry said as
his eyes had slightly widened in shock before his nose twitched. “So seeing
playful uses for our new additions already?”
“Yes,” Hermione said as her face went a new shade of
flushed from her blush. “You have to admit that while this is most assuredly a
weapon that there are non combat uses for it. I seem to enjoy the crop so what
about a whip?”
“You enjoy using it and having it used on you,”
Harry corrected with a sigh as he knew that his attempt to overly slow down
their entertainment had taken a major back step. “Although I think that you
will need to work up to that. Maybe start with a dragon hide whip and work up
from there. Shame about the dragon as it did seem that Hagrid was attached to
it…”
“Actually feeling sorry for the half giant I know
you contemplated venting some very invigorating to watch violence on seems a
bit of a change for you,” Hermione said with a shudder as she started getting a
feel for the whip now before her. “Not that it is bad or anything but it does
seem that he never grew up as it were so you seem to lob him similarly to
someone that did something stupid because an adult or other authority said it.”
“Baa,” Harry intoned before chuckling. “Sheep, is
that all there is in this world? Still the other wolves don’t seem to know how
to play very well… predator or prey which will one be? Still ignorance is not
an excuse though being misinformed does things… not that I would ever consider
that as having an effect on my plans for Dudley. At some time one must
be held accountable for their actions for good or ill. Still some would say we
are ill and are acts quite unnecessary though given the lack of concern on behalf
of our victims it seems that the time for charades while seeming to be over is
not yet at hand.”
“The wizards,” Hermione almost spat in irritation. “So
many of them are so content in their supposed superiority that they have often
come close to annihilation. How many people have been violated in some form and
a memory charm used to cover it up?”
“Ah but we would do the same,” Harry said with a
sigh. “Think how things would be different if I had simply made Tonks forget?”
“It did work out alright,” Hermione said with a
smile. “Dora is a rather invigoration playmate. Still while I can concede the
need for secrecy, it is when they let the instigators and perpetrators go
believing nothing they did was wrong that offends me. Some healing and memory
magic and the muggle have no recollection of what happened to them. That does
not even consider that until relatively recently they seemed to bait and hunt
muggles. That word does seem rather offensive though a name is needed that does
not draw attention.”
“To do what is necessary can be a bitter thing,”
Harry said with his head down. “Still I can see that they don’t view them as
people maybe highly entertaining animals similar to how we would see monkeys in
the zoo perhaps. That some seem to think that a first generation magic user is
merely a monkey who can actually mimic what they deemed as real people does
nothing to dissuade me from using the flaws and fallacies of these people for
my own ends.”
“At least you can be honest about it for a bit,”
Hermione said with a slight pout. “While I won’t try to force my views on them,
they seem to have no such inclination. Is all that they have really going for
them accumulated and horded knowledge and the hard won experience derived from
it? Why would that make them feel superior? No there is something more there
that is hidden that we might not suspect.”
“Talents of sorts,” Harry said with a slight frown. “Gifts
that normally are only seen in families are an example of this. I did some
research and certain abilities are easier to learn if ones ancestors knew them.
Not a genetic memory but an impression that makes it easier to engrain certain
skills or abilities. Although a number of those abilities are annoyingly enough
normally grandfathered in legally for purebloods and such families. They do
frown very much on muggle and half bloods advancing into their world and yet
are dismissive when they are forced to work for less pay or leave this world
behind.”
“So many things to deal with along the way,”
Hermione said with a sigh as she reluctantly stopped exploring her new toy and
gathered the rest of the things along with Harry. “Will they willingly accept
what you will do?”
“Not likely,” Harry said with a spine shivering
laugh. “Still they will accept and they will stay out of the way if they
continue to annoy me. For the moment we need to work around their idiocies
while using their fallacies to our benefit. I am on this path and nothing will
deter me!”
“They will either bend like the grass or break like
the oak,” Hermione said with a dark humor to her voice. “A new wind blows and
it will clear a path through them if they refuse to step aside.”
“Yes!” Harry said as the last of the things were
gathered. “They will either move or be removed! No obstacle will stand in the
way!”
“If they refuse to stop hindering your ambition,”
Hermione said in a cold terrifying voice, “they will be destroyed! Nothing will
remain and they will be as forgotten as is possible! Not even ghosts will
recall their existence!”
“As it should be,” Harry said as he drew her close
to him as the pair was shrouded in darkness. “Still so many things to do and
yet so little time to do them in without losing all that is relevant to do them
for.”
“Dumbledore,” Hermione snarled as any notion
of him as a respected authority had been crushed, bashed and ground into the
earth for his actions to her master, her friend and more, “would likely say
something along the lines of ‘It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to
live’, but what is existence without dreams? It is but a pale reflection of
life. He has lived for what a century and a half, but can he say that for a
century and a half he lived! No he seems far too intent in his games and
forgets everything around him. When the time comes may we kill him? I know by
that point at least you would be able to decisively crush him…”
“As I said those that stand in my way will move or
be removed,” Harry said with a sinister sound to his voice. “If he continues to
be an obstacle he will be removed just like all the others will be and I doubt any
of them are capable of redeeming themselves let alone feeling even the
slightest amount of remorse for their actions…”
“So they will die,” Hermione said simply. “Snape,
Dumbledore and those creatures… they will cease to be!”
“Yes and they will do so in ways that will leave a
testament to never cross us,” Harry said with a very vicious smirk. “Still that
naïve fool seems to think that arrogant assassin has survived. Oh he doesn’t
say it but his plots seem to take that into account. Why the third corridor is
out of bounds with a guard Cerberus means something is there. Not that I have
an interest in whatever he has there but it seems to be a target.”
“He would target us for whatever he has planned for
you,” Hermione said with a frown as they finally proceeded to sterilize the
area of their presence. “If he had any inclination that you knew even a
fraction of what you do he would likely try to send you to Azkaban!”
“Yes it would make me malleable or he believes it
would,” Harry said with a sigh as he disbursed the anchors to the wards now
that their boon was secured on their persons. “He does seem quite confused
though on what he believes. Naïve beyond imagining needing to find the good in
people and redemption to prove his beliefs while full of self loathing for his
manipulations for the greater good. Oh he may be an Occlumens of some skill,
but he dreams still and like anything else can be scryed. Still his nightmares
will be something to try to access one day. The fear would be worth it to know
what he most fears, most cherishes and most holds dear…”
“The better to crush him,” Hermione said with a
smile. “He would take us away and make us boring. Still it is a nice night and
we have accomplished much. Perhaps we should return to playing now that some
work has been done?”
“A good idea even if playing seems to be more
distracting when work needs to be done,” Harry said with a slight pout. “I
wonder how Dora will take to the new toys we will soon have?”
“You like to watch almost as much as play,” Hermione
said with a cat like grin. “Perhaps now that there is another playmate we could
entertain while you study?”
“It would be enjoyable even relaxing in certain
amounts though given how you seem to have accomplished what my two minions and
their leads had not does become quite vexing,” Harry said with a slight tugging
of a near smile. “Still they will be most appreciative of my new willingness to
take what is mine. I do believe that Anne is looking forward to that most
assuredly.”
“You do say the most sincere of things,” Hermione
said with a slight blush form the compliment. “I do agree that Anne is looking
forward to you taking what she had been offering. Still we have a different
offering to accept…”
“Yes now that Dora has quite firmly attached herself
to us the matter concerning the Black Family will need to be addressed,” Harry
said with a frown. “Gringott's will be a very long thing I believe given from
what little I could get out of them until I claim my property from one of their
main branches. A shame that doing so will set some things into motion…”
“They would have to be set into motion eventually,”
Hermione said as they approached the entrance. “It does provide a more direct
way of dealing with one of our thorns at the very least.”
“It does at that,” Harry said as a predatory look
passed his face. “Now let us away to our willing toy and play. We are still
ahead of the slow syllabus of this place as well as rapidly approaching our
normal education alone and with our extracurricular arts interest developing at
an acceptable rate. A shame that there seems to be no spell to properly find
what we need…”
“A fun thing to develop,” Hermione said as a still
present bookworm notion almost made her swoon in glee. “So much potential and
yet so much left to do still…”
*******************
Once more the pair was in the forest and this time
Hermione was with as he ventured deeper into the forest. The incident with
Norbert was somewhat fresh in their minds. Still it had to be done even if they
felt some regret in doing so. Unlike the troll the dragon was at least
marginally aware even I fit was for some reason rendered less intelligent than
a dog. After his late night jaunt into the forest Hermione had been pissed and
as irritable as could be.
‘It is not that I didn’t expect that. Still there
was no reason to go off like that,’ Harry thought as he landed with a crouch on
a branch in one of the edges of the numerous clearings and glens inside the
forest proper. ‘Well this isn’t that far from where the unicorn was that time.
It’s not like we will run into that thing of those unicorns again is it?’
“Please tell me that is not what I think it is?”
Hermione asked as she pointed to a mark on the ground. “Wasn’t the dragon after
the troll enough odd coincidences?”
“I am afraid that it is,” Harry said as he looked
more analytically at it. “Sadly I believe that we have more players in this
game. So who is it that has such a need for unicorns?”
“Unknown,” Hermione said with a slight huff. “Still
there has to be a reason for them to do so…”
“Unicorn blood regardless of willingness in how it
is acquired does act as a very powerful restorative,” Harry said as his eyes
widened in understanding. “Even mortal injuries or incurable diseases can be
survived with some of it and cured if enough a lethal level to the unicorn is
imbibed; however, if it is forcefully taken especially if the unicorn dies than
a cursed life is all that one gains.”
“So who do we suspect could be desperate enough for
that?” Hermione asks as she tried to narrow down who could be a likely suspect.
“Please don’t tell me it is who I think it is…”
“Most likely it is someone possessed by the shade of
Voldemort,” Harry said as he kept eyes alert for the hunter coming to its prey.
“Well that is the most likely individual that I could think of that would do
that though why use such a method to extend one’s existence at such a cost
makes little sense. There must be something that we are missing here…”
“Could it be something temporary to extend life
until a more permanent solution could be found?” Hermione asked as her ears
twitched just a tad from the sudden silence descending on the clearing. “Given
the fact that multiple attacks on unicorns would mean that whatever it is still
is degrading the body there should be a solution that would require a no longer
dependence on the blood. Why if he was so obsessed with immortality did he not
try to use blood magic to improve his body and extend his life?”
“He is obsessed in a way with blood purity,” Harry
said as he recalled some conversations in the past. “Wither it is at the belief
itself of the way it could control his followers there is little difference in
the end. I do know that his name is not his name and lacking any means to
properly find him it means little. He did do some perverted form of blood
magic. It was fixed so long ago that I forgot that this scar once had such
tainted blood magic used that it was expelled quite painfully.”
“So I take it that neither of us is skilled enough
to finish him than,” Hermione said with a sigh of annoyance. “Why he couldn’t
just have stayed dead after killing himself I do not wish to know. There are
already too many factions to have to maneuver through as it is without adding a
consolidation of his former supporters. It is amazing what one can overhear if
they do not suspect that the meek little girl is a mudblood. A shame that they
never mentioned their names…”
“As amusing as offing a few of the bigots would be,
we have more important concerns,” Harry said with a frown at his inability to
permanently eliminate this threat in the here and now. “As far as the major
players are concerned there are two sides at the moment: Dumbledore and the
Ministry. With the Ministry being heavily manipulated by Lucius Malfoy, there
is little reason to not think that the moment his master returns that he won’t
have his hands on the strings of a number of the Ministries less obvious but
important offices. Monitoring for one as well as transportation would ease
their ability or quell their opposition. Still there are rumors that Malfoy has
been culling muggleborns, a practice that I find quite counterproductive given
the declining number of magic users in the world. Still things are about to get
interesting again…”
Before Hermione could respond the silence was
disturbed by a whoosh of the cloaked figure passing into the clearing below
them. It was odd that wizards even with the levitation charm and other flying
methods still tended to not look above or below them. One would think with the
number of winged magical beings that it would take less effort to look above
for threats. Most would not look up even when they could hear owls moving about
as it was far too much effort to do so.
The pair watched as the cloaked being followed the
trail of the blood from its prey. Harry felt a moment of annoyance with himself
for not having yet found a place to practice the more destructive uses as well
as figure out why there were so many varieties of necromantic fire. It seemed
to him that the black flame he had conjured the last time resembled the
Fiendfyre that he had read and heard about. From what little he had read on the
subject it was easy to cast but very difficult to control quite contrary to
most magic. A small part of his mind wondered if it was something that a
mortally wounded wizard would have used to kill of their killers.
‘For every legend or myth there is at least some
grain of truth,’ Harry thought as he forced himself not to be noticed despite
the burning desire to destroy utterly the thing that dared to impede him, ‘even
among the nonmagical that is true. So how far are the legends from the truth of
what occurred? That does make for something to think about during Binns
prattle. Every time I am there I am tempted to just force the man on as he
seems to be quite unwilling to accept and move on.’
Both Harry and Hermione were as silent as could be
with their bodies stilled and in case something had run across them were
masking their scent. It would not do to have someone track that they had been
into the forest as there was far too much to later investigate to give the game
up so soon. Oh the animals felt an unease near there vicinity but Voldemort and
his hoist had long since corrupted or ignored their more attuned senses.
Perhaps another thing that modern wizardry was responsible for. It was however
something that the two would one day seek to find out from those without the
blinders of the current era.
“Foolish unicorn,” the raspy voice hissed from the
cloak. “Did you really think that you could elude me? There will be no escape
this time…”
As Voldemort in his host body approached the
unicorn, Harry decided to once more interrupt the rather offensive being. Just
moments before he could sink his teeth back into the annoyingly quick and
difficult to catch beast, Harry once again blocked Voldemort’s path with a well
aimed and destructive fire ball. Learning from his previous experience in how
painful and difficult to heal the mere proximity wounds of this almost
Fiendfyre was, Voldemort moved his host in an inhuman manner ignoring the host
as he suppressed its ability to scream even if it was in pain. The pain was
unacceptable as it would permit the bumbling host he was forced to use from
concentrating.
“You,” Voldemort spat with more loathing for this
cloaked obscured figure than he had shown to any in many years save Dumbledore.
“Why do you insist on meddling in my affairs?”
“You are a weak Abomination for one,” Harry said
with a sinister humor coloring his voice. “Besides you actually seem a
challenge to kill. It is nice to have better prey than these weaklings we keep
coming across. That is what we seek!”
“Muggle or magical matters little to us,” Hermione
added in a similar tone going with the act, “though I do have to wonder if you
were responsible for our past few delicacies.”
“What are you two creatures talking about?”
Voldemort snarled at them. “I should destroy you were you stand as you are
obviously some sort of mongrel filth.”
“The wannabe speaks; how droll,” Harry snarks at the
so called Dark Lord. “You actually think that highly of yourself. I cannot say
that it was unexpected as you wizards seem to have delusions of competency.”
“Really master must you taunt the poor thing,”
Hermione chides with little humor showing through. “It would be far kinder to
kill the thing like the sick thing it is that waste time talking with it. Now
though it does seem to not have grasped some of our particular palate it should
at least know how thankful we are that it has been so good to provide for us a
time or two. Really is it that difficult to comprehend your little diversions!
I must admit that the dragon was quite good though the troll was at least
useful I suppose…”
“You dare not to just interfere here but in my plans
for that school!” Voldemort shouted consumed with rage. “I don’t know how you
got past the old fool’s wards but I will show you the price for interfering
with Lord Voldemort!”
A sudden swoosh of something through the air marked
the arrival of a second volley of fire at the former Dark Lord. Narrowly
avoiding incineration the dark lord was forced to move away from the two. He
looked up to see them obscured though they were even he could feel the barely
constrained power emanating from them.
“You really talk too much,” Harry said as a much
more lethal amount of black fire swirled around him. “Now die! Be burned beyond
ash you who impede my ambition!”
Realizing for some reason that this fire which had
harmed him even within his host was something to avoid and lacking a host of
sufficient power to actually be reasonable of both his survival and the
completion of his objective resulted in a change to the arrogant wizard forcing
him to do something he loathed doing and rarely had done for most of the
previous campaign. Voldemort snarled at being driven off. Few had ever done so
and he was now determined to find who these two were and destroy them
completely for his humiliation.
‘Who the hell is this?’ Voldemort thought in
confusion. ‘Is this a rival after so many years? I thought that I had culled
any opposition or ensured they were bent to my will!’
That the fire was following in a manner far too
reminiscent of Fiendfyre for his liking was spurning him to move faster. There
were alternatives to unicorn blood but they were far less potent. These things
seemed to come out at night a bit like vampires. Perhaps the dark lord wondered
what they were to so closely resemble them and yet seem more powerful and
terrifying. He felt a dread that he had not experienced in years. That fire had
harmed him far more than most Aurors with all their experience had. He had not
felt as much as he was loath to admit it true fear since he created his first
artifact to ensure his survival let alone his first of many rituals to enhance
his own power. That however did nothing for the image that he knew he had to
project or his host may actually attempt to rebel.
“I care not for your ambition whoever or whatever
you may be!” Voldemort said with as much audacity as he could muster. “Who do
you think you are to threaten the great Lord Voldemort? You should be honored
to tremble in my presence.”
“More talking,” Hermione said dismissively. “Are you
sure that we shouldn’t make a good example of him so that the old man can have
a taste of fear? It just doesn’t seem like this one is of any use. At least the
past few to claim to be dark lords had that something while this one seems to
be little more than a somewhat skilled and educated wizard with some dark
knowledge. It is rather disappointing although his follower’s antics were
rather pathetic if you recall. Crucio here, Imperio there and a dose of Avada
Kedavra when they are done; I ask you where is the finesse the art to their
actions? No they are lacking of any of the understanding of a true artist and
merely use hammers and chisel where a rasp is needed.”
“Yes they are rather lacking in the proper
understanding of expression preferring to overwhelm the weak willed with simple
curses lacking any of the subtle influence of an artist,” Harry said looking
almost pityingly at the self styled dark lord. “A shame that he is slippery
enough to run away but anyone who names themselves ‘Flight from death’ cannot
be anything but a coward…”
Voldemort knew that he was in trouble but his pride
was warring with his survival instincts that he had honed through the hell of
his own childhood. Oh he was assured that he could survive though suffering in
pain for how long it took to recover was not something he wanted to experience.
He had been mostly numb since the unimaginable pain of his defeat having only a
hunger and will to survive to go on. That whatever that was harmed his host as
well as himself was disconcerting. There were few things that should be able to
harm him even in this weakened condition.
“I can understand how lesser beings like yourselves
would misunderstand my name,” Voldemort said his pride overcoming his instincts
once more. “I am not afraid of death as I have moved beyond it. That Potter
brat and whatever his mudblood whore of a mother did in combination has been a
somewhat impressive act in that it was able to reflect an unblockable curse,
but I am not so easily vanquished. No one else has been as feared by his
enemies or as respected by his minions as I have been. My enemies even now
cannot bear to speak my name so great was their awe at my power. You may be
able to discourage me for a while but I will always succeed in the end!”
“Does he ever stop talking?” Hermione asked in
amusement. “If either of us were mere ordinary wizards at least one of us would
have taken advantage of this dialog. Perhaps this is why he seems to have his
own hatred of the Old Man, he likely seems to not come ahead of their verbal
banter and is forced to use what meager skills he has gained.”
“True,” Harry said before curving a barrage to herd
the enemy. “A shame that he will likely run off but there is nowhere near the
amount of time to savor his destruction even if I am tempted to see how he
survived. It would appear that he did more damage than I had believed in this
hunt. Now run little man and know that despite all your power that you will
fail. You and your followers will die and to make sure I spite you so will your
nemesis. Yes it will be far sweater to destroy your rival and perhaps even take
the Potter boy from the both of you. Yes it would be quite fulfilling or maybe
just let you two kill each other off.”
That throughout his speech Voldemort found himself
dodging the moving living fire was quite disconcerting. He knew that even
Dumbledore needed more focus to cast and manipulate such spells and it had been
only the old fool’s knowledge and skills that let their battles end in anything
but his complete domination. His younger self before his first murder would be
disappointed in the manner in which his older self had sought to establish
himself. It was perhaps the most costly aspect of his progression to his
current state.
“The boy is mine to kill!” Voldemort shouted in
shock at the audacity of someone to claim his kill. “No one will stop that!”
“I rather find that hard to believe considering how
weak you are,” Hermione commented as she focused her magic and intent on the
thing before her. “I know you find that hard to believe even though you are so
much as helpless as a rabbit to us. Perhaps you will run away before we tire of
this. I personally would prefer to have plenty of time to see what advantages
all these rituals I have heard you performed has caused. A shame I do not
believe that your host has been strengthened as much as your previous body was.
Why I believe that my master’s fire likely would consume you as well as your
host if you weren’t dodging so well!”
Slowly Harry had maneuvered Voldemort away from the
clearing. He knew that whoever his opponent was possessing would burn out the
way things were going and with him inside someone there was less that he could
do that he would not be able to deal with. Harry was torn between slaying his
parent’s killer and the possible necessity of the death being part of the
ritual to restore them. The killing curse was a dastardly thing and he was
aware that something in the curse seemed to still a corpse that had it used on
well except if one used the bastardization that was Infiri. It was perhaps one
moment that he wished he had more knowledge of that Unforgiveable. Besides
while he was able to hurt him there was a chance that repeated exposure could
remove one of his better trumps against the thing.
“I grow tired of this,” Voldemort spoke with a glare
as he finally seemed to be out of his thorn’s ability to attack at the moment. “You
have not heard the last of me! I will return and you will suffer!”
With that Voldemort finally departed from the
clearing. The two visibly changed demeanors from their confrontation. Harry had
been aware that the only thing more dangerous than Dumbledore and the sheep
finding out any of his less savory abilities was for that thing to realize what
he was. Silently the two dropped to the ground and stood near to the unicorn.
“So what do we do now?” Hermione asked in concern of
the still bleeding unicorn. “You managed to drive him off once again and yet
there seemed to be ample opportunity to destroy him. So why did you not crush
him as you obviously wish to do so?”
“Let me tend to the unicorn as I answer you,” Harry
said with a sigh as he approached and drew the white fire once more. “I am
unsure how much is needed as last time a phoenix was here and added tears to
this while this unicorn has more grievous injuries.”
“So you are unsure on the effects that more of that
particular fire has even if you have determined that it can heal,” Hermione
said with a sigh as she watched Harry press the flames to the wounds where they
visibly shrunk and sealed up even as the blood outside was dissolved by the
fire. “I guess that makes sense still you have neglected the important part of
my question. Why not finish him now when he is obviously so weak?”
“Lack of knowledge,” Harry admitted with a shrug. “I
do not know entirely how he survived the curse and while there are a few ways
it leaves me uncertain which he used and as I have never spent enough time to
properly analyze the effect of these fires I was unsure what effect they would
have on him. I know his host would be consumed, but would he be as well or
merely freed to find a new host with only pain as an effect.”
“So you need a place to experiment with the fire,”
Hermione said with a thought. “There has to be a place where we can do so in
the castle. Still the only thing that would be more helpful is a way to get
home from here. Portkeys are a non issue as the wards prevent those from use in
the school as well as apparition and the floo is not connected. Some sort of
link would be quite useful.”
“There are a few that could work it is just beyond
either of our abilities to create such a thing at the moment,” Harry said with
a frown. “Something else to distract from the direct goal seems to be
necessary. Perhaps it is time to truly scour the libraries for traveling magic.
Considering that there is a speed technique that I will be working on there
must be alternates to the current methods. Perhaps something seemingly from
folklore will hold the key to enabling us to move undetected and unrestricted.”
“You know that Alice will be quite perturbed with us
if such a thing is revealed to be simple,” Hermione said with a laugh. “Think
about it if we had such methods than wherever we are is irrelevant as we can go
wherever we need to. So from their point of view…”
“There would be no reason not to visit,” Harry said
with a sigh. “As if I was looking forward to the obvious even if momentary
setback that would cause with them coming here to visit all the time, they
would likely see about settling matters is only a bit troubling.”
“Aw is big bad master afraid that his servants wish
for some more direct experiences,” Hermione teased with exaggerated acting.
“Just don’t see why we have to keep waiting though!”
“Oh so you wouldn’t really mind if I rip your
clothes off and took you against some of the trees here,” Harry said with a
very savage smirk. “Hmm I think that you probably wouldn’t but you really don’t
want to win that way now do you?”
“No,” Hermione replied almost sulking. “I know that
Anne will be the first that you take up the ass but Alice and I are quite
determined to be the first that you properly deflower. Really considering that
Alice sucked you off first and Dora was your first tit fuck is it any wonder
that we each want to be at least one of your firsts?”
“Hmm so that is what the current tension was about,”
Harry said with a slow chuckle. “Still you know my position on future
penetration and it is far likely that you will win out before Alice or Anne
will. Still this unicorn seems to be recovering quickly. I wonder how Dora is
responding.”
“Really considering how willing she is it is likely
that she will come very close to convincing you to do more to her,” Hermione
said with a snort. “Still with that restriction you put on there is a lot that
you can still do to her…”
“We left her tied and suspended with several tools
of pleasure and pain and still you think she will want more,” Harry said with a
thoughtful look as he brushed his still glowing hands in soothing manners even
though the wounds were practically gone. “Don’t think that I don’t know that
you plan to try your new whip on her even if it might be enjoyable watching
when I am not participating. Seriously you already put clamps on her and she
has marks over her from both of our attention and all it did was likely leaving
us with a puddle beneath her.”
“Dora will never be satisfied until you take her in
every and any way that you wish,” Hermione said with certainty. “I know that
she wants to be used and abused with you taking her cunt and ass in front of us
as well as cleaning you and us from our encounters. It is just the way she is
and we do in a way have a responsibility to her needs.”
“So considering that the unicorn here is healed we
should get back to her,” Harry said as he removed his hand from the now
blissfully healed unicorn. “Still it is likely that she is enjoying her
punishment or reward depending on point of view.”
“True though as much as she is enjoying it,”
Hermione said as she turned from the unicorn as she prepared to jump back into
the trees. “I would prefer some attention and games with her myself, besides I
know that you have enjoyed her ability and its uses so far.”
“True enough,” Harry said as he moved away and the
unicorn shakily moved to its feet. “I wonder though how much of what she can do
can be trained.”
“The skills part will be fun,” Hermione said with a
grin. “There are a number of exercises that I was able to convince Alice to
tell me about…”
“I don’t think I wish to know even though I
definitely will enjoy them,” Harry said as he sprung to a branch as the unicorn
gazed longingly at him. “Now we have a Metamorph to play with and I know that
our nuisance will not return tonight.”
“So we best make the most of the time we have before
returning to more research,” Hermione said with a laugh as she landed on the
branch he was on. “You know a little while ago I would be horrified that there
was research that I was able to do and not doing it. This has been a very odd
year so far with so many changes.”
Harry’s laugh as he darted towards the castle was
her only answer. With a giggle of her own, Hermione bounded after him. Neither
of them noticed the almost complete devotion that had slowly consumed the
unicorn’s eyes. They would meet again one day and she would be prepared to
offer what she could to the one who she owed her life to. Oblivious to that the
two laughed and played on their way back to their waiting toy. The fun had
finally gotten Harry to become less serious sometimes though he was still as
obsessed as ever. Voldemort was smarting where he was and hoped that his next
attempt to get some unicorn blood would work or else he would have to subject
himself to the woefully less potent alternative. Even as his host writhed in
pain from the encounter, Voldemort was contemplating new plans to get the
stone. That this new thorn in his side so far seemed ignorant of his goal was a
thankful respite or he suspected the two would have snatched the stone from him
before he got his hands on it.
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