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Harry is still
cursing the fates the next day as he marches down to the kitchen with his
thralls in his wake. A wise observer
would give the young wizard a very wide berth as he seems fit to rip the arm
off of a troll and beat the poor creature to death with it.
Even Dobby is
unusually quick when delivering his masters breakfast.
Once breakfast is
concluded, the sisters quickly vacate the premises; leaving Tonks and Hermione
to hopefully defuse the furious wizard.
Tonks lays a
gentle hand on Harry’s shoulder, “Master, what’s wrong?”
Harry can taste
the sharp retort, but manages to bite his tongue in time, barely. Harry’s tone is almost civil as he says, “I
guess this is just fallout from yesterday.
I thought I was ready to do that setup in the Alley, but ever time I
think about it, my stomach churns.”
Tonks sits down on
Harry’s lap while Hermione comes around and wraps her arms around his
shoulders.
Tonks says,
“Master, it’s not surprising that you feel like this. It’s not in your nature to be cruel and
sadistic or to deal with thing publicly.
Here you were forced to do both of the things that naturally revolt you
and you have to do them again in the near future. Your instincts don’t want you to do this, but
your upper mind knows that you have to in order to save innocent lives.”
Harry looks at the
pink haired woman in disbelief while he processes her words, finally he says,
“I think that you are right Dora. Still,
what can I do about it?”
Hermione kisses
Harry’s cheek and replies, “All you can do Harry is to force yourself to
remember what you’re doing this for every time you start to fall into this
trap.”
Tonks looks at her
master speculatively, “Master, would you mind taking a small trip with me, just
the two of us?”
Harry looks at
Hermione who nods her head as she backs away, “Sure Dora.”
Tonks focuses on
the location she wants to visit and Disapparates; Harry immediately behind her.
The pair appears
and Harry gasps in surprise. They are
looking over a children’s playground that’s very busy despite the early hour.
“What is this
place Dora?”
Tonks grins at
Harry, “It’s a Wizarding playground master.
I come here when the stress of being an Auror gets to be too much for me
to handle, when I forget what I’m fighting to protect.”
Harry’s focus is
on the children at play so he misses it when Tonks gently rubs her stomach.
As the young man
watches the children playing seemingly without a care in the world, the
self-loathing he feels slowly drains away, leaving only an iron resolve to
protect these children. Finally he says,
“Alright Dora, we have work to do, so let’s be about it.”
The two Apparate
to the kitchen of #12 where Hermione is waiting for them; she says, “I received
an owl from Rita. She wants to set up
the interview soon.”
Harry nods his
head thoughtfully before he looks over Tonks, “I’ll need to discuss this with
Cissa and Bella, but I would like to get this done either today or tomorrow.”
Tonks nods her
head and Disapparates without a sound.
Moments later all three of Harry’s thralls appear in the kitchen. Cissa says, “You have a task for me master?”
“Yes I do. There’s another interview I need to do with
Skeeter that needs to be done soon; as in today or tomorrow.”
Narcissa nods her
head, “There isn’t anything planned for today master so if you could arrange
for her to be at the Leaky Cauldron we could do it today.”
Harry nods his
head and says, “Dobby.”
The house elf
appears instantly, “Yes sir Master Harry Potter sir?”
“I need you to run
an errand for me please.”
“Anything for the
Great Harry Potter sir.”
Harry
surreptitiously looks over to Hermione, and to his surprise, she isn’t getting
ready to blow a gasket. “I need you to
please go over to the Daily Prophet and notify Rita Skeeter that she needs to
meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at noon.”
“Right away sir,”
Dobby says as he disappears with a sharp crack.
Bellatrix speaks
up, “Master, there is something I need to tell you.”
“Yes Bella?”
“During my trip to
Gringotts, I looked through the Black vaults but the Potter vault is sealed
until the heir comes to claim it.”
Harry nods his
head, “I wanted you and Cissa both to give interviews to Skeeter, you primarily
to let everyone know what they can expect if they join Tommy boy.”
Narcissa says, “Is
there any particular message you wanted me to pass along master?”
Harry looks at her
for a moment, “Yes, there is; I want you to make sure that you bring up that
Peter is still alive. I don’t know how
much this will help or hurt the Ministry, but it might help in getting Sirius’
name cleared.”
Narcissa nods in
understanding.
“Excellent, then
we can kill two birds with one stone.
After I give my interview, Bella and Cissa will stay at the Cauldron in
order to give their interviews while Tonks and I head to Gringotts and the
sisters can catch-up when they are finished.”
None of Harry’s
thralls seem overly pleased with the concept of him being exposed with only one
guard but all can sense his resolve in this matter.
Hermione says,
“And what about me Harry?”
Harry avoids
cringing, barely, “I had planned on you staying here Mione.”
To Harry’s
surprise, Hermione doesn’t even blink, “I thought as much. Considering that you are meeting with Skeeter
you don’t want to give away any more secrets than you plan on correct?”
Harry visibly
relaxes, “That’s most of it. Also,
there’s the same concern as when we did the scene in the Alley, things could
get out of hand quickly; and though it isn’t common knowledge that I can
Apparate, I can do so legally.”
Hermione smiles
gently and cubs Harry’s cheek in her hand, “I understand Harry, I can’t say I’m
overly happy with the situation, but I do understands. Be safe,” Hermione says just before she
kisses his cheek and quits the room.
Harry’s
threatening to have a long talk with all of his thralls about understanding
what a woman wants when Dobby appears, “Master Harry Potter sir, Ms. Skeeter
says that she will meet you in the same room as before.”
Harry’s mind
instantly snaps back to the task at hand, “Excellent. Dora, I want you in the same guise as last
time. Bella, Cissa, full cloak
concealment if you’d please.” Harry
looks over to the kitchen clock, “Alright, we have an hour until we meet
Rita. Tonks get over to the Cauldron
quickly and start getting the wards in place.”
Tonks shifts her
form and is gone in under a minute.
The sisters
quickly move upstairs and return wearing normal robes and cloaks. Harry notices something odd about Narcissa’s
chest, however he decides not to say anything, however, his thrall isn’t so
inclined.
“I see you’ve
noticed master, incase you’re wondering what’s different, neither my sister nor
myself are wearing a stitch under our robes.”
Harry’s body
reacts exactly as Cissa had intended. As
he stiffens both of the sisters giggle slightly, “Ladies, if we weren’t in such
a hurry, I just might take it upon myself to spank the pair of you.”
Bella’s face
flushes in arousal as Tonks Apparates into the room.
“Master,
everything is prepared.”
“Thank you
Dora. Alright let’s be on our way.”
Bella and Cissa
raise their hoods and the entire group Apparates to their room at the Leaky
Cauldron.
Harry seats
himself in a very comfortable chair but the ladies remain standing, despite the
abundance of roosts.
As they wait for
Rita, Harry says, “Dora, I have a little question for you.”
Tonks swallows
nervously, “Yes master?”
“I’m curious about
why you choose the tattoo you did.”
Tonks smiles
brightly at her master, “Whenever you think about my tattoo, do you get
aroused?”
Harry nods his
head.
“That’s the reason
master.”
Harry nods his
head and Narcissa is about to ask about the tattoo when there’s a knock on the
door. Everyone pulls their wand and
Tonks opens the door to allow Skeeter to enter the room.
Rita doesn’t even
blink as she’s hit by a Finite Incantatem. “Ah, still as paranoid as ever I see.”
Harry simply
glares at the woman and remains seated.
Rita’s nervousness
increases markedly as the teen is flanked by two cloaked females and she almost
loses control of her bladder when the blonde behind her hits her with an
Anti-Travel Jinx.
The reporter looks
around wildly before her eyes settle onto the teen once more, “Is all of this
necessary?”
Harry folds his
hands in front of his face, “Perhaps not, but I wanted to impress on you the
gravity of crossing me Rita. Not only do
you have the contract to worry about, but now I can bring real pressure to bear
against the Prophet. Insulting a common teen, even one as well
known as myself, is one thing; insulting the head of two noble houses and a
Duke as well is quite another.”
Rita blanches
visibly, knowing he could sue her for her past articles as well as call her out
in a duel where she knows she wouldn’t have a chance.
“I see you
understand that it would be very ill advised to annoy me. In that case, let us begin the interview.”
Rita pulls out a
piece of parchment and her quill. “I
presume you have an announcement you wanted to make?”
Harry lowers his
hands and grins, “I always knew you were smarter than you appeared. Yes, I do have an announcement I want
made. It concerns both Narcissa Malfoy
and Bellatrix Lestrange.”
Rita starts
writing frantically, “What do you know about those two?”
“Well, first off
they were both Death Eaters and both of them now belong to me.”
Rita looks up
sharply, “What do you mean, they ‘belong’ to you?”
“Are you familiar
with the Servus secus spell?”
Rita’s eyes widen
in understanding, “I’m more than passingly familiar with it.”
“Well then,
through circumstances I won’t go into the spell came into my possession. Well, I was captured by Tom Riddle’s forces
and the ladies in question came to interrogate me in private and I used the
spell on them. Both of them are now
registered at the Ministry of Magic’s property’s office as my personal
property.”
Rita’s writing madly, trying to make sure she
doesn’t miss a single utterance of the man across from her. Finally she looks up and says, “Is there
anything else you want to say?”
“I don’t, but they
do.”
Cissa and Bella
pull back their hoods and Rita almost faints.
Narcissa smiles
brightly, “Would you care for some tea?”
Rita is having
visions of the awards she is going to receive as Harry and Tonks quietly leave.
Harry stops for a
few minutes in the barroom for a few minutes of glad-handing before he
continues on his way to the bank. He
stops in at almost every store on the way to Gringotts and spends a few minutes
talking with the various patrons, shaking hands, and reassuring them that Tom
will be defeated.
As Tonks and Harry
approach the entrance to Gringotts, Harry sees something out of the corner of
his eye. He instinctively dives to the
ground less than a second before a jet of green light passes through the space
he just vacated and hits the alley wall, almost seeming to melt the bricks. Meanwhile, Tonks responds the threat against
her master rather enthusiastically.
Harry slowly gets
to his feet as a team of Aurors appear.
The lead Auror is
about to demand that the pair drop to the ground when he recognizes Harry
Potter. He knows of Tonks assignment to
Harry as a bodyguard, so he walks up to the rather annoyed teen. “Good afternoon Mr. Potter, have an exciting
afternoon?”
The angry glare
Harry turns on the Auror would have caused a lesser man to faint, as is he
takes a step back in fear.
Tonks moves to
behind her master and lays a soothing hand on his shoulder.
Harry looks over
his shoulder at his thrall and feels the anger flow out of him. “Let’s be about this sir, I have many things
to do today.”
The man breaths a
quiet sigh of relief and makes a note to thank Tonks the next time he sees
her. He nods at the fallen man and a
pair of Aurors secure him while he says, “Mr. Potter, would you please tell me
what happened here?”
“I was walking to
Gringotts after doing some PR work when I caught something out of the corner of
my eye. I don’t know what it was, but my
instincts told me to duck, so I dived to the ground. A flash of green light flew right through
where I had been and then my lady subdued the man.”
The Auror looks at
the wall and cringes, “It would seem you have a gift for staying alive Mr.
Potter. If I had to hazard a guess, I
would say he used a Killing Curse.”
“Oh, I’d guessed
that as well sir.”
The man looks at
Harry with renewed respect; the teen doesn’t even appear to be shaken after his
brush with death. In that instant, the
man realizes that He-who-must-not-be-named can be defeated.
Harry says, “Will
there be anything else sir?”
“I don’t think so,
it would appear to be cut and dried.
Have a good day folks.” The man
winks at Tonks before he and his team Disapparate.
Harry and Tonks
continue to the bank without further incident.
Harry rather enjoys the ride down to the Potter Family Vault, Vault #69,
though Tonks is less than impressed.
The goblin gets
out and says, “Lord Potter, you need only place your hand upon the circle and
announce your claim of heir dome to claim the vault.”
Harry swallows
nervously as he approaches the vault. He
can clearly make out a circle when he gets closer. Finally, he lays his hand on the door, within
the circle and says, “I claim the heir dome of this vault.”
The circle glows a
bright emerald for a moment and Harry can feel a presence start to invade his
mind.
Harry brings his
Occulmency training to bear and almost forcibly ejects the invading presence.
After a moment,
Harry experiences what feels oddly like a tapping on his mental shield, and he
can feel a voice in his head say, “Sorry about this kid, I guess you weren’t
warned. I have to have a peek inside
your head just to make sure everything is in order. Now would you mind lowering these defenses?”
Harry hesitantly
lowers his mental defenses and can feel the presence entering much more slowly,
almost reverently. He can feel it poking
around a bit, and he almost reacts rather violently when it touches on the death
of his parents. The presence soon
retreats, “I am sorry about that Harry, especially about your parents. Regardless, you are the heir and may come and
go as you please. Also, if you like your
thralls may have the same privilege if you choose.”
Harry mentally
forms the words, “I would appreciate it.”
“Then it is done,
good luck and kick that bastard Riddle in the balls on behalf of all Potters!”
Tonks and the
goblin look on as an emerald glow encompasses Harry for a moment before
receding and the vault door creaks open.
Harry motions for
Tonks to join him and the pair walk into the vault. The first thing they come too is a bookstand
with a pair of books on it and a letter marked, “Harry Potter.”
Harry hesitantly
reaches for the letter and opens it.
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this letter then it means
your mother and I have failed. We went
into hiding, hoping that we would be able to avoid the Dark Lord long enough
for you to grow into whatever special power you have and defeat him. However, since you have this letter in you
hands, it means that both your mother and myself are dead though you have
managed to survive us. There are so many
things I want to tell you Harry that a million letters wouldn’t be enough so let
me start with this: I am terribly sorry for not being there for you. If our wishes have been followed, then Sirius
has been raising you. If that is the
case I fear for Hogwarts while you are in school and the virtue of any pretty
lady you come across; as well as hoping that you inherited my cheekbones rather
than Lily’s. Yes my own cheekbones are
better suited to withstanding impacts from duly enraged young women.
Unfortunately, we now must get on to the
serious matters. It is a tradition of
the Potter family for the parents of a child to pass on useful items, etcetera
in this vault, hopefully not to be touched until their 25th
birthday. On the stand with the letter
are two books. One is a book on the
Whitest Magic’s we could find. In this
book you will find spells that will help you to fight the darkness. Also, there is a possible cure for
lycanthropy in there; however we were never able to test it. The other book I hope to Merlin and whatever
other deities exist that you need never open.
It is a book on the Darkest Magic.
Voldemort would love to get his hands on that book Harry so guard it
closely. As with most dark magic, this
book contains more than mere offensive spells, it includes spells that make
most of the Unforgivables seem like child’s play! These spells aren’t regulated because they
are almost forgotten. They also require
an inordinate amount of raw magic to use.
There’s so much more I want to tell you Harry, but there just isn’t any
more time. So kick some arse for the
Potter family!
James Potter
Harry has tear in his eyes as he finishes reading the letter. He slowly wipes the tears away and looks down
at the pair of books. Indeed, one is a
white so pure it almost seems to glow with its own inner light. While the other book is bound in a leather so
black is seems that the light around just disappears into it.
Harry shakes his head as he looks around.
Piles of gold taller than Hagrid line the room along with huge chests
and in the middle of the room is a desk with a book and a box on it.
Harry hesitantly approaches the desk and sees another letter waiting for
him.
The script is much smaller and neater, “Harry Potter.”
Harry takes a steadying breath and opens the letter.
Harry,
Let me start out by repeating what James has
already said, I am so sorry that we could not be there for you.
Now, as I’m sure James explained in his
letter, in the Potter family, each generation leaves gift that they believe
will be useful to the next generation here.
The father will focus primarily on contact lists, spell books, things
that would help you out in the world at large.
The mother, in this case me, leaves items of a more personal
nature. Historically it has been the
female of the pair that has focused on rearing the children and preserving the
integrity of the family. Now however much
I might personally disagree with this view, I’m not about to go against the
tradition of the family. So my gifts to
you are both designed to help continue the family line. Give the box to your wife and you’ll almost
certainly enjoy the contents. The book
contains marital aid spells, including Fertility and Contraceptive charms. I’ve also marked the page with a nice little
healing charm; perfect for dealing with the aftereffects of being too forward
with a young lady, Merlin knows Sirius used the spell frequently enough.
Harry, I write this letter hoping that it
will never be needed, but in my heart I know it will be. So, let me close this letter with a piece of
advice. While it is alright to want
revenge, do not let it consume your life.
Destroy Voldemort, but don’t become him in the process my son.
With all my love,
Lily Evans Potter
Harry smiles gently as he refolds the letter and puts it back into its
envelope. “Dora, please pack the books
on the stand and the items on the desk please.
I’ll want to review them later.”
With a wave of her wand, Tonks shirks the four items, slips them into her
robe, and follows her master out of the vault and eventually out of the bank.
On the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry once more makes it a point
to stop every so often to stop and talk with the people; mostly just reassuring
them that the fight against Voldemort is not lost yet.
Finally they reach the room were they left Rita and the sisters. Inside they find Rita just finishing up her
interview with Bella. The reporter looks
up when Harry enters the room, “Harry, thank you for this opportunity. I won’t forget what you’ve done for me.”
Harry grins at the woman evilly, “Believe me; I won’t let you forget
it. Still, are you done with my
thralls?”
Rita is once more taken aback by the malevolence about the young
man. “We were just finishing up. How do you want me to send you the copy of my
story?”
Harry looks at the woman, somewhat impressed at the amount of fear he
imposed on her, “I have a house elf by the name of Dobby. Contact him when you have the draft ready.”
Rita nods her head, more than slightly familiar in dealing with house
elves.
“Now, unless there is something else you need, you should probably get on
that draft.”
Rita doesn’t even feel any rancor from the dismissal as she gathers her
notes and leaves the room.
Harry says, “Cissa, please go down and settle our bill with Tom.”
Narcissa nods her head while Harry collapses into the chair.
Bella looks at Harry and says, “Master, would you please lie down on the
bed, face down without your shirt?”
Harry reluctantly stands up and does as Bella requested.
Bellatrix climbs up onto the bed and runs her hands along her masters
back. His muscles are tighter than
steel. Bella starts to rub the tension out
of her master, having to use all the strength of her hands to get anywhere on
the tense wizard.
Harry feels Bella start to massage his back, after a few painful seconds
to start; he can feel his muscles finally starting to relax.
Narcissa can feel the pleasure flowing from her master so she
deliberately prolongs her trip for as long as she can. When she enters the room, to her surprise she
finds her sister giving Harry a massage.
Mournfully, she says, “Master, everything is ready.”
Harry looks up reluctantly and smiles, “Thank you Cissa. I guess we should be going.”
Bella reluctantly climbs off of Harry, leaving her job still partially
undone.
Once Harry is on his feet and clothed, the group Apparates back to #12.
Hermione is waiting for them in the kitchen as they walk in.
“How did things go?”
Harry says, “Better than expected.
One moment please. Dobby.”
Once more the house elf appears, “Yes sir?”
“Dobby, Rita Skeeter is doing an article for me. She is going to need you to deliver it to
me.”
“Yes sir, Dobby would be honored to act as Harry Potter’s
representative.”
“Thank you Dobby, that is all.”
The house elf grins insanely and disappears.
Hermione considers saying something about Harry’s dismissal of the elf,
but decides against it, “So what happened?”
Harry and the ladies sit around the table, “I went to the Potter vault
where I found a pair of letters from my parents as well as some things they
thought I might need. I’m curious as to
what’s in that box though.”
Tonks says, “I’d like to go over it first if you don’t mind Harry.”
Harry nods his head, “Alright, I doubt it would be anything dangerous,
but if it makes you feel better, so be it.
I would like to go over that White book in the morning though.”
Dinner is served and when they are finished Dobby appears and hands Cissa
several pieces of parchment before he disappears again.
The group goes over the article and the only alterations they make are to
change any occurrences of You-Know-Who to Voldemort.
Harry sends the article back to Rita via Dobby with a note not to make
any further changes.
Harry yawns as the day finally catches up with him and he decides to go
to bed a little early.
During the night, Harry and Hermione sleep with their arms around each
other while Harry’s thralls sleep on the bed around them.
In the morning Draco is sitting down to breakfast at Malfoy Manner when
the Daily Prophet is delivered. He sneers at the headline, “Exclusive Interview with The Boy-Who-Lived.”
Draco almost skips the article but decides to read it, if just to mock
Potter later. However, he quickly
discovers the joke is on him. When he
reads about Potter claiming to have enslaved his mother he doesn’t believe it;
but when Narcissa admits to it, Draco can’t deny it any longer.
Suddenly he remembers when he saw his mother being arsefucked in
Knockturn Alley. The sudden spike in his
blood pressure causes Draco to black out.
Back at #12, Harry awakens to find Hermione once more practicing her oral
skills.
Harry moans while Hermione gently runs her tongue along the underside of
his shaft. “That’s good Hermione, please
keep it up.”
Emboldened by Harry’s words, Hermione brings her other hand up and cups
his balls before she starts to rub them.
Harry hisses at the sudden pain, “Not so rough!”
Hermione immediately stops and pulls back. She kisses Harry’s nuts in apology before she
once more takes his staff into her mouth.
Harry relaxes again as Hermione suckles on the head of his dick for a
second.
Tonks is feeling adventurous as she lies down next to her mistress and
takes her masters balls into her mouth and starts to suck on them.
When Harry suddenly feels someone start to suck on his nuts, he looses
control and floods Hermione’s mouth.
None of the ladies even think to complain as Hermione works to swallow
the whole load.
Finally, Harry looks down at Hermione and says, “Thank you.”
Hermione gets off the bed blushing and the lot of them get dressed to
deal with the day to come.
After breakfast, the group retires to the Library to do some reading.
Albus Dumbledore Apparates to the entry hall of #12 Grimmauld Place,
hoping that Harry is feeling generous.
He goes to the kitchen but finds it deserted except for Winky. “Excuse me Ms. Winky, but do you know where I
can find Harry?
“Winky believes Master Harry and his ladies be up in the Library sir.”
“Thank you Winky.”
The little house elf goes back to cleaning as Albus heads up to the
library. The sight that greets him when
he opens the door takes his breath away.
Harry and Hermione are lying on the sofa together reading a book. Harry has his arms wrapped around the witch
while she holds the book.
Nymphadora Tonks is sitting in front of the sofa, going over what appears
to be an Auror’s report.
Narcissa is sitting at the desk going through a white book while
Bellatrix is sitting by the fire, writing in a journal.
The love the fills the room almost has the aging headmaster in
tears. Reluctantly, he clears his
throat.
Harry doesn’t even look up, “Yes Albus?”
“Harry, may I please speak to you in private?”
Harry reluctantly disengages himself from Hermione and kisses her cheek
before he heads out of the room. In the
hallway, Harry says, “What can I do for you?”
“Perhaps we could speak in the kitchen.”
Harry nods and the two men go down to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Hermione whispers in Tonks ear,
“Can we talk in Harry’s room for a sec?”
Tonks nods and leads the way. In
Harry’s room, Tonks says, “What did you want to talk about?”
Hermione’s blush is enough to give away some of her intent, “I wanted to
ask you what it felt like when Harry sodomized you?”
Tonks takes a second to answer, “It feels different. Both of my aunts have been buggered several
times and enjoyed it. I’ve only taken
Harry that way once. While I will admit
it wasn’t the most pleasant experience of my life, it also wasn’t Harry
shagging me.”
Hermione looks at Tonks curiously, “Explain please.”
“Yes mistress. The one time Harry
took me up the bum, I was in the form of his aunt and it was mostly just to
heal a wound in his psyche. Both of my
aunts swear he is almost overly gentle with them and the part I played required
him not to be gentle at all.”
Hermione thinks for a moment, “So, you didn’t really care for it the one
time you’ve tried it, but you believe that it is because Harry wanted to punish
his aunt?”
Tonks smiles, “Yup, and I’m hoping to talk him into taking my bum again,
this time as myself.”
“So you think you’ll enjoy it?”
“Yes I do. Both aunt Cissa and
Bella swear there is nothing like it.”
Hermione blushes again, “I’ve heard it’s painful the first time.”
Tonks grins as she comprehends the real reason behind this conversation,
“It only hurts if you aren’t prepared.”
Hermione is studying her shoes as she says, “And how can you prepare?”
Tonks forces the grin from her face.
“Well, the first part about taking a cock in your bum is to relax. The other great way is to practice. Normally when a woman decides to take it up
the arse, she will either have her lover loosen her up with his fingers or will
use a butt-plug such as aunt Cissa has.”
“How did you get ready?”
Tonks grins at the teenaged witch, “There are some advantages of being a
metamorphmagus; that is one of them. I
can be as loose or as tight as I like.”
Hermione is blushing scarlet as she says, “Where can I get a plug?”
Tonks goes over to the dresser and gets out Narcissa’s box. She opens it up and rummages around before
she comes up with a small butt-plug, just larger than her ring finger. She replaces the box and goes over to
Hermione, “This is a starting plug.
Really it’s just to get you used to having something up there. You will want to move onto bigger ones if you
want to be completely ready for Harry or you can skip them if you want to make
sure you are still tight when the time comes.”
Hermione is still blushing when she grins at Tonks, “Tonks would you
mind…?”
Tonks smiles gently at the young witch, “Not at all. Why don’t you drop your jeans and knickers
and lie down on your stomach.”
Hermione slowly undoes her trousers and drops them to the ground. She then hesitantly slips her knickers off
before she lies down on the bed, leaving her naked bum exposed.
Tonks makes a silent vow not to betray the trust Hermione is showing
her. She walks to behind Hermione and
gently parts her arsecheeks.
Hermione can’t quite believe she’s doing this as she feels a cool breeze
against her asshole. When she feels
something plastic being pressed against her opening, Hermione remembers Tonks
caution and forces herself to relax.
Tonks breaths a sigh of relief as
she watches Hermione relax. She puts
just a small amount of pressure on the plug and the tip starts to slide
in. Tonks keeps up a firm but constant
pressure on, until the plug is buried up to its base.
Hermione finds Tonks was right, having something in her arse unlike
anything she’d ever experienced.
Finally, Tonks stands up and Hermione slowly follows suite, getting used
to having the foreign object in her.
“Thanks Tonks.”
“You’re welcome mistress?”
“What’s with the Mistress bit?”
Down in the kitchen, Harry and Albus are sitting across from each other,
“What can I do for you Albus?”
“I was hoping that you would be willing to rent the services of one of
your thralls to the school for the coming year?”
Harry looks at Albus intently, “In what fashion?”
Albus smiles, “In her day, Bellatrix was quite a potions mistress. I would like to employ her for the coming
year.”
Harry nods, “How much would the pay be?”
“The standard teachers contract if for six thousand Galleons per year.”
Harry nods again, “We have a deal, contingent upon Bella’s approval.”
Albus smiles, once more assured that Harry hasn’t fallen to the dark, “Of
course.”
With a thought, Harry summons Bellatrix and a couple of minutes later,
Hogwarts has a new potions mistress.
A week later, Harry is getting
ready to board the Hogwarts Express along with the rest of the student
body. He’s getting no small amount of
stares and a few rather pointed offers from the guys on renting his ladies
services. However, as he sets foot on
the train, Harry has no idea how badly it is going to hit the fan in the year
to come.
A/N: Until Next Time.
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