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Revenge of the MHP	By : reddragon Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 51869 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Note: This chapter includes rape, tentacles, and body modification/transformations.
Ron moaned in despair as he watched Luna curtsy to Hermione. “Please, Luna, not you too! Don't tell me that they've brainwashed you as well!”
“Oh, no!” Luna answered cheerfully as she turned to look at Ron. “I serve for the pleasure of my Dark Lord Potter quite willingly. The things he can do are really quite fascinating. By why are you nailed to the wall? And why is your stomach all shiny and sticky looking?”
“Ronald has been put there by your Lord, Luna,” Hermione explained patiently. She motioned for the younger girl to sit next to her. “He is being punished for offenses against the Dark Lord.”
“Oh, Luna, how could you? How could you join them?” Ron cried. He would have wept for the innocence that had been destroyed, if only he had any tears left to spill.
“How could she not?” Harry asked as he re-entered the Gryffindor Tower common room. He walked over to stand behind the chair Luna was sitting in, and brushed her pale hair away from the breast it was covering so that she was entirely naked in front of Ron. Her soft pink nipple stood erect as he fondled her tit, and Luna let out a quiet sigh of delight as he began to roll it back and forth between thumb and forefinger.
As Harry was teasing Luna, Ginny quickly scampered over to kneel at his side. She wrapped her arms around his leg and began to rub her cheek against his outer thigh, all while making sound quite like that of a purring cat. Harry reached down with his free hand to pat her reassuringly on the top of the head. “Pet, fetch me a pumpkin juice. One for your Mistress as well. And if there is something you want for yourself, take that as well.”
“Yes, Master,” Ginny replied. She quickly got to her feet and disappeared through the portrait door.
“Anyways, where was I?” Harry asked.
“Luna, love,” Hermione reminded him.
“Oh, yes...”
* * *
Ginny's head bobbed up and down as she eagerly sucked on Harry's cock, taking her turn for an hour of practice at her Master's feet. It had been two days since Harry had murdered Dumbledore and Snape, seduced Hermione, and allowed for Ginny to be brainwashed by the older girl, but it had been two days well spent.
It actually hadn't been that hard to access the Chamber of Secrets; as with all things in Hogwarts, the trick had been to use the Room of Requirement. The Room had quite easily provided a passageway to the Chamber, which had turned out to be far larger than Harry remembered it. The long passage and stone skull that had served as the basilisk's lair were really nothing more than a mere foyer for the real Chamber, or, rather, Chambers. Slytherin had built a quite extensive series of rooms, vaults, and libraries under the castle, all of which were packed with books, scrolls, and other relics. Some of the collection had, undoubtedly, been added by other Heirs over the years, likely including Voldemort, but Slytherin was far and away the largest contributor much to Hermione's delight.
“This must be the largest collection of private magical writings in all of Britain!” she squealed as they investigated the first library. They were doing so carefully, as they had been forced to do it by torchlight; Slytherin's private sanctum might have held invaluable knowledge, but it had also been passed over by several generations of advances in lighting magic. Ginny, naked save for her robes – which Harry insisted she wear open at all times – knelt silently by the doorway as the older two students explored the rows of twenty foot high bookshelves.
“Do you think this is where Voldemort learned all his secrets?” Harry asked as he pulled a book down from one of the highest shelves. It was covered by plain black leather and was entitled, 'Rituals de Walpurgis'. Curious, he braced it between a shelf and his knee, then, remembering his previous experiences with Restricted materials, carefully opened it to the middle of the book. The book was written with elegant script handwriting, but in a foreign language that made it impossible to read. The images that accompanied it, however, were entirely clear – wood block printings of various ritual circles as the arcane runes to inscribe them with, as well as animated illustrations of the various acts, mostly sexual, necessary to activate them. Harry watched in fascination as a picture of a full-breasted woman knelt in the center of a circle formed by eight men and fellated them each in turn. As each man climaxed she would bend over in front of him and spit his cum on to the floor, activating runes marked first at the four cardinal points, then the four ordinal. When she was done the entire circle began to glow, though what this was supposed to have accomplished remained a mystery, for as soon as the eighth mark began to glow the image would reset to the beginning of her taking the first man's cock into her mouth.
“I would think he must have learned at least a few things,” Hermione agreed as she quickly browsed through a scroll before adding it to the pile of papers and books obediently floating a few feet behind her. “Just imagine, Harry! If we can unlock the potential of even half of these spells, even Voldemort will fear us.”
“I don't want him to fear us, Hermione,” Harry snapped. “I want him dead for what he has done! Just as I will kill anyone else who chooses to stand in our way! Voldemort is dangerous, and needs to be destroyed, but he is not so dangerous as the corrupt orders and institutions that allowed him to come to power in the first place. The Ministry is corrupt, having long sold its authority to those willing to trade money for power; the Order of the Phoenix is not much better as it seeks to claim the moral high ground while letting murderers go free.”
“There is no right or wrong, only power?” Hermione asked. “Didn't you say that's what Voldemort once claimed?”
Harry shook his head. “Voldemort is a sham, a pretend persona created by Tom Riddle to hide a frightened little boy who is scared of the world. What Riddle wants is to be worshiped by those around him, and so he seeks to create himself as a god. His rituals and traditions are merely tools of the inept to control the cowardly and gullible. True power does not hide itself or sneak around behind the backs of those who would oppose it, because true power does not fear the weak, even in numbers. COME HERE!”
Hermione jumped at the bellowed command, and immediately dropped what she was holding to run to where Harry was standing. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of him. “Kneel.”
Hermione did as she was told. Harry stood there for a moment, considering her. “If I told you to take out my cock and suck it until my cum was pouring down your throat, would you?”
Hermione nodded.
“If I told you to turn around and bend over so that I could take your ass, would you obey?”
Hermione nodded.
“If I told you to remain there, utterly silent, as I did either of those to Ginny?”
Hermione nodded.
“What if I told you to murder someone? To kill McGonagall?”
There was a small pause. Again, Hermione nodded.
“Do you think I would use the Cruciatus or Imperius on you?”
This time Hermione shook her head.
“Would you ask me why?”
Hermione shook her head again.
“Then why obey?”
“Because...because its you, Harry. Because it is what would make you happy.”
Harry nodded. “And that is power. Call it love, faith, or trust. When you do something for another because you fear them, then they can control you. But when you do it because you want to please them, then it is power. Now take off your clothes, because I am going to fuck you until we are both too tired to walk.”
That set the tone for the next couple of days. Not all the books were on magic, of course. Some were simply fiction, others were historical accounts of wars won and lost. More than a few were simply a representation of the hobbies of those who had collected them. And quite a bit of them were just what a horny trio of magicians who were looking to experiment needed. They spent their time practicing magic and sex, mastering new spells almost as fast as they mastered new positions. Even Ginny worked on her spell craft, as neither Harry or Hermione had any use for a squib servant. Sometimes they would do both at once. Other times, such as now, one might be practicing one art while their partner worked on another. Harry in particular found it easier to concentrate on a new spell when one of the girls had his dick half way down their throats, a position Ginny tended to end up in more than Hermione. Whether he ever noticed that his lap was more often occupied by red hair than by brown was a bit of a moot point, because if he did, Harry never said anything.
Ginny, for her part, had gotten quite skilled at sucking him off. Her preferred technique was to close her lips together just behind the corona, so that her tongue was free to play with the head of his cock anyway she pleased while her hands worked his shaft and sack. She enjoyed feeling the length of his penis flex against the palm of her hand, almost as much as she loved the taste of the precum she sucked out of the tip. She had also become quite good at figuring just how close he was to orgasm, and would often slow down or speed up as necessary to keep him from climaxing until she was ready. Only then would she run her tongue along his frenulum, driving him over the edge and earning herself a warm, gooey reward.
She was working towards one such reward when Hermione walked in from the pantry with a frown on her face. “Harry, I think we're going to need to go topside. We're starting to run out of fresh ingredients down here, for both food and potions.”
Harry frowned, momentarily distracted from both his blowjob and his magic. “What do you mean, we're nearly out of ingredients?”
“There aren't any house elves down here,” Hermione explained. “We've gotten so used to relying on them, that it didn't even occur to me that we might need to go and get some supplies.”
“Well, that should be easy to take care of,” Harry answered. “KREACHER!”
There was a pop and a small breeze of displaced air as a small, miserable looking creature apparated into the middle of the room. The ancient looking house elf turned towards Harry, only for the snarl on his lips to freeze as he realized where he was standing. Kreacher shrank back in fear and hissed. “This is hallowed ground, sacred ground! Only the worthy belong here!”
Harry rose from his seat with out thinking, spilling Ginny backwards on her ass. It took him two long strides to reach the house elf, and then before anyone could think to stop him sent Kreacher spinning end over end with a single backhanded slap to the face. “This is MY domain now, Kreacher, and you shall not think to preach to me about who or what belongs here. Is that clear?”
“C-c-clear, Master!” Kreacher stammered. He pulled himself back to his feet, then bowed so low that his forehead was pressed against the stone floor. “What is thy bidding, Master?”
“We need food,” Harry replied, much more calmly. “You will go and acquire it. Buy it, beg for it, or steal it, it does not matter to me. You might wish to start with the kitchens here in Hogwarts, but do not allow yourself to be discovered. It cannot get out that we are done here, not until I have unlocked all the secrets of this place. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master!”
Harry couldn't be sure, but for a moment he thought he heard something sort of like pride in the old house elf's voice. Instead he turned to Hermione, to see what her reaction was his callous treatment of Kreacher.
“That...was a very Malfoy thing to do,” she said at last.
“No, that was the right thing to do,” Harry said patiently. “You will see why when he returns.”
“But were you not controlling him through fear and violence?” Hermione asked.
“No, I was demonstrating that my will is not to be challenged,” Harry explained. He was silent for a moment as he decided how to frame his response. “There is a fine line between the two, I admit, but the difference is there nonetheless. Let us compare Kreacher to the Malfoys, for a moment. The Malfoys want to be powerful and feared, so they are cruel and vindictive to those around them. In turn, they fear Voldemort, only following him because his existence provides them a small form of protection should they ever overstep the exceedingly permissive boundaries the Ministry has already allowed them. It also means that they must control every aspect of their follower's actions in the course of their duty. Free thinking encourages questions, questions imply disagreement, and disagreement implies a lack of power.
“Kreacher started by challenging me, so I responded to that challenge and defeated him. With that experience in mind he will remember it the next time he thinks to challenge me, and will thus question his own choices. But by giving him leeway with his task, giving him a suggestion, not an order, I leave him the ability to think for himself. I want him, I want you, and I want the others who will follow to still be able to question me simply because there might be times when I will be wrong, either because the problem has become emotional or because I am ignorant of facts that need to be considered. Oh, he'll most likely raid the kitchens here, since its easier and probably better stocked than anywhere else he could go, but this was a simple task anyway. I made the suggestion not because I wanted him to follow it, but because I wanted him to understand that I understood the task I was giving him.”
“You have given this a lot of thought, haven't you?” Hermione's voice was full of wonder. “I honestly admit, I never would have expected that of you, Harry.”
“And that, in itself, is something the Malfoys would take as a challenge,” Harry pointed out as he sat back down. His cock was still hard, so he motioned for Ginny to resume her sucking. She started to kneel before him when Hermione pushed her out of the way.
“Go and finger yourself, Pet,” Hermione ordered as she knelt down between Harry's legs. “Your Master and I need to be alone for this conversation.”
Hermione's hand closed around his shaft, still slick with Ginny's saliva, and slowly started to stroke it, working a bit of precum from the tip of his cock so that she could wipe it away with her tongue. “I did not mean for it to be taken as a challenge, my Lord. Please, let me apologize.”
“Nor was it taken as one,” Harry replied. That didn't stop him from wrapping her long hair around his hand and forcing her head down into his lap and shoving his cock halfway down her throat. He held there for several moments, enjoying the way her throat flexed around him as Hermione struggled to control her gag reflex.”Still, I do not see why I should not take advantage of this situation to continue your lesson.”
“Of course, my Lord,” Hermione gasped when he finally let her up. She continued to jerk him as she leaned forward so that his cock was between her breasts. She let go of him just long enough to squeeze her tits together, earning a moan from Harry as his cock was smothered by her warm flesh. Only the tip of his member was left exposed, which Hermione continued to tease with rapid flicks of her tongue.
“The Malfoys would have taken your comment as a challenge,” Harry repeated with a grunt. He placed his hands on her shoulders to steady himself and began to buck his hips as he tried to thrust his cock back into her mouth as he fucked her tits. “They would have seen it as in implication that you though them ignorant, rather than an admission of ignorance on your part. But that is because you were never there for all those little quiet chats Dumbledore would spirit me away for. For more than five years he would preach to me about all of Voldemort's shortcomings, even as he exposed his own. Dumbledore knew how foolish Voldemort's insistence on absolute control was, and never let a moment pass by when he couldn't remind me of that. But at the same time he never realized how flawed his own style was, always letting us race and get ourselves intro trouble, providing just enough information without actually providing us tangible support. A strong leader must trust his subordinates, but must also be in control for he is ultimately responsible for their actions.”
“Mmm,” Hermione moaned. She had allowed Harry's cock to slip just a little, just enough for the tip to pass between her lips. The vibrations left him shivering in his seat. He could feel the pressure mounting just behind the head of his penis, even as Hermione began to suck harder.
“Hermione, I am about to cum,” Harry warned.
“MMM.”
“Oh, gods.”
Hermione's hand squeezed tight around his shaft as the first spurt of cum gushed out, trying to control the flood as it spilled into her mouth. She didn't dare try to swallow, but instead let his sperm fill between her cheeks until she was sure she had gotten every last drop. It was only once she was sure that he had nothing left to give did she dare to drink it down.
Just as the last drop slid down her throat there was a pop of displaced air accompanied by a slight breeze. Kreacher knelt in the center of the room, his forehead pressed against the stone floor as he squealed, “I hope I did not disturb Master's pleasure!”
“No, Kreacher, we had just finished,” Harry answered reassuringly. He guided Hermione into his lap for some cuddle time, then looked over to study his servant. Kreacher's left hand held four large brown sacks, presumably filled with the supplies he had been sent to gather. His right hand, however, clutched a head of white blonde hair, which was in turn attached to the unconscious form of a girl.
“Kreacher, who is that?” Hermione demanded, even though she knew there could be only one answer.
“I caughts her sneaking around in the kitchens!” Kreacher wailed. “She saw me, yes, she did! Master did not want me seen, I am sorry!”
“So you brought her back here?” Hermione asked in confusion.
“Master did not tell me what to do if I was seen!” Kreacher protested.
“And this is why I want intelligent followers, not minions,” Harry whispered in Hermione's ear. To Kreacher he said, “You did the right thing, Kreacher. My Lady and I will take care of this...this time. But be more careful the next. When I say I do not want you seen, I mean it.”
“Yes, Master, thank you, Master!” Kreacher cried, slamming his head into the floor with each 'Master'.
“Go, put away the supplies,” Harry ordered as he pulled his wand out. He pointed it at the girl and bellowed, “Rennervate!”
The girl on the floor groaned as consciousness returned on a wave of power. She pushed herself upright, then frowned as she realized who was sitting above her. “Harry? Hermione? But you're dead! The Death Eaters who killed Snape and Dumbledore, they... Where are your clothes?”
“We have chosen to do without clothes for the moment, Luna,” Harry answered. “And it was not the Death Eaters who killled Dumbledore and Snape. It was myself.”
“What?” Luna looked stricken by such a horrible thought. “No, that can't be. You are Harry Potter. You are the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, a force for-”
“A force for change,” Harry interrupted her. “To say a force for good is no longer correct. When people speak of a force for good, they mean only those who seek to protect the status quo. I will no longer be a pawn in the games of others, but the hand that moves the pawns.”
“But...” Luna frowned. “Am I dreaming? Is that why you are not wearing clothes?”
“Perhaps,” Harry smiled cruelly as he stood up and raised his wand. “If this was a dream, would I do this? Evrardicus malvus tentacalus!”
Purple light shot out of the tip of his wand and curled around his body before plunging into his shoulder blades and spine. From each spot where the spell connected a thick black tentacle erupted from his back, waving in the air like a demented parody of an angel's wings. Each one was nearly as long as he was tall, and roughly as wide as his forearm, though the magic allowed him to control them without having to adjust the way he was standing. He waved a pair of fingers forward, a unneccessarily dramatic move as the tentacles obeyed his every thought. The two connected to his shoulder blades whipped forward and wrapped around Luna's wrists and tied them together before dragging her off the floor and yanking her into the air so that she was suspended only a few feet away from Lord Potter.
“Harry, please...” Luna wept.
“No, not this time, Luna,” Harry replied as he shook his head. One of the tentacles connected to his spine slithered between them. The tip began to writhe and ooze, until it had flattened down to a razor sharp edge. Slowly, carefully, it started at the top of her robes and sliced downwards, cutting through her clothes with remarkable easy. As soon as it had slit the top of her skirt two more tentacles dashed forward to remove the ruined garments, including her bra and panties. “If you have the strength to stop me, then do so. Otherwise, I shall simply take what I want.”
The bottom pair of tentacles seized her ankles and forced her legs up and to the side, exposing her cunny to Harry and Hermione. An unruly thatch of blonde curls sat above a set of pink lips the color of spring roses. Harry licked the tip of his thumb before reaching out to caress the tender young flesh before him, carefully spreading her sex to look for her hymen. He didn't really know what he was looking for – the texts he had been studying had been somewhat vague in their descriptions – but an idea was already beginning to take form in his mind and he thought the thing might as well be done properly. He was mildly surprised when he discovered the thin membrane was still intact. Harry would have been willing to wager that Luna would have been an early experimenter, but then again it was also possible that her particular brand of crazy didn't make it easy to find a willing partner. That didn't matter at this point, however. By the time they were done with her she would be a perfectly willing brood mare.
“Harry, please, put me down,” Luna begged.
Harry's wand bobbed as he cast another spell, “Cantharidius!”
Luna's entire body rocked as the spell took hold. Every last nerve seemed to have been lit on fire, and she was suddenly incredibly wet. The lips of her sex spread themselves of their own volition, an open invitation to any cock that might be available for their embrace. And yet for all that her body was screaming its need to be fucked, her mind was rebelling against the very thought.
“No, no, no, no...”
“Yes,” Harry said as he pulled her closer. His hands reached out to fondle her small breasts, pinching her hard little nipples until she screamed in delighted fear. The tentacles shifted so that her arms were pinned behind her back and her legs spread further for ease of access. Harry stepped forward and began to rub his penis across the slick entrance to her cunt, enjoying the sight of her squirming at his touch. It was impossible to tell if she was trying to get closer or pull away, and it was quite possible that the answer was both.
“No, Harry, stop...”
“Shut up, Luna,” Harry commanded as he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock with one brutal motion.
Luna shrieked as her virginity was torn away. Harry leaned in as he continued to fuck her and clamped down with his teeth on the base of her neck hard enough to draw just a bit of blood. Luna screamed again, and this time there was a mix of pleasure in the pain and fear as her first orgasm crashed over through her body. Her cunt spasmed around his cock, but it was still too soon for Harry. He gave Luna a few more rough jabs, then had the tentacles drop her on the hard floor.
Luna was clearly confused, torn between the lust and pain that Harry had inflicted on her. She started to try and crawl away, but there was nowhere for her to go. Harry watched her for a moment, and waited for her to get the first glimmer of hope before he had the tentacles seize her by the wrists again and drag her backwards over the floor. The rough stones scraped at her skin, leaving it scratched and torn. The tentacles raised her up then drove her back down, forcing Luna to her knees in front of Harry. His member bobbed only a few inches away from her face, still coated in a thick mixture of her juices.
“You know, Luna, you were always a bit of an outsider, even among our little group,” Harry said, sounding somewhat bored with her. “Never quite as smart as Hermione, but too spacey to be as dependable as Ron. And while you have clearly developed well, you still don't quite compare to Ginny. She's got a bit more tit than you, and the red hair is really a bit of a turn on, don't you think?”
“Harry, what are you doing?” Hermione sighed. “You make it sound like she actually has a place here.”
“Oh, but she does,” Harry said as he cupped Luna under her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. “Think about it, Hermione. Every good Lord needs to have an heir, doesn't he? While I'm not quite ready to father one with you, there is no reason not to father a bastard on this little bitch.”
Hermione raised an eye at his answer. “Oh? And when you have fathered a child on me? Then what?”
“Who knows?” Harry answered. He shrugged nonchalantly, but also made it a point to grab Luna by the hair to make sure she didn't try to escape. “They could be friends. They could be rivals. For all we know they could end up as lovers.Does it really matter one way or the other?”
“Harry...” Luna moaned.
“Quiet,” Harry ordered as he slapped her with the back of his hand.
“Lovers, Harry?” Hermione asked. “Our child and hers?”
“There are spells, Hermione,” Harry said. “They'll make sure the children are healthy. After all, they worked for the Egyptians.”
Hermione shook her head, but she was smiling. “Oh, why do I even bother? It isn't like I would stop you, anyways. Fine, have your fun, and if she gets pregnant, she gets pregnant.”
“Exactly,” Harry said with a nod. His tentacles forced Luna around the other way, pushing down her head so that she was down on all fours with her ass raised high. She continued to whimper in protest until one of the tentacles forced its way into her mouth and down her throat, leaving her just enough room to breathe as it gagged her. Harry knelt behind her and brutally shoved his cock into her. She was so hot, the perfect mix of slick and tight. He laughed as her body convulsed from an involuntary orgasm, squeezing his cock tight as he rammed her as deep as he could go. His could feel the cum building in his shaft, and made no particular effort to contain it, but instead began to hammer her with short, fast thrusts designed to dump his load as close to her womb as possible.
“Exactly.”
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“We obliviated her not long after that,” Harry admitted. “Her screaming was getting to be a bit much, to be honest. And frankly, it is much more fun when they are willing than when they are trying to fight back. Don't you agree, Luna?”
“Yes, Master,” Luna obediently replied. Her hand moved so that it was resting on her belly, and she couldn't help but smile...
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