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Dark Dragen Challenge Fic: Immoral Harry	By : Rago_Dragovian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 29191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry scowled. "So, the wand was a fake and the idiot got duped."
He tossed the fake death stick across the corner and watched it bounce between the corner of one of the walls before splitting in two and falling onto the ground. He snorted. At the very least, merging my soul with the Horcruxes we could find and sacrificing the diadem's soul piece worked as Luna planned. With me having more of his soul, it became easy to sacrifice the diadem from afar to paralyze him momentarily. It was all the time we needed. Too bad I had to spend an extra week without any sex because I needed to rip apart the final soul piece from the snake to kill Riddle fully.
"At least we've narrowed down our search and the potion's after-effects have finally worn off," replied Luna smiling, she sat casually across from him in a loveseat. She sipped her tea. "Categorizing and jotting down the pertinent parts of Narcissa's information has borne fruit. We have a hefty amount of blackmail on the Greengrass family. Officially neutral, they've money laundered seven percent of their assets to help fund Voldemort's campaign. They're still doing it. The Malfoys couldn't have given money directly after the first war debacle and the other dark families didn't have enough to make up the difference in costs. The Black family made sure to actually hold neutrality for the duration of the first war. According to Narcissa, Lord Greengrass hoped to offer one of his daughters in a marriage alliance by pleasing the Malfoys with this so-called gesture of goodwill and kept the commitment for the planned second war. The Lestrange's were the only other family comparable to the Malfoys and they had their assets frozen and sealed away until you claimed them. Rondulphus entered into a contract that specified his holdings would be kept locked so long as he never openly declared being a Death Eater while a free citizen."
"He admitted to it during his trial..."
Luna nodded to him. "Precisely, after the sentencing. He was no longer a free citizen, but a convicted felon under the legal standing. He kept to his word, the bank was given ten percent of his vaults income for general operations management and the Ministry let it slide since it meant they could save money during the two years they were in crisis after Voldemort's fall. The interpretation of the contract didn't tie-in into being convicted and thus having his freewill influenced and imposed upon. Legally speaking, he was not technically able to act as a free citizen by the time he openly declared that statement."
Harry's eyes narrowed as he looked over the parchment. "So then, with the Greengrass monies from the last war, this is how Barty Crouch Jr. got as far as he did. Riddle took the assets to make an extra emergency account for his own personal ends. Crouch must have followed his precious master and used what he could to get the polyjuice moon cycles correctly and to spy on Moody before replacing him during my fourth year."
Harry felt nimble fingers on his shoulder blades and felt a sudden easing of tension from the swift and gentle motions. Harry turned his head to see Susan having moved next to him on the couch and sitting behind him. She began slowly disrobing until she was stark naked. She pressed her back onto his body and continued her gentle message.
"Perhaps that is enough vexing information for one day? Allow me to give you the care and attention that you so richly deserve, my Lord Husband." said Susan, she briefly moved a hand away to snap her fingers before going back to her ministrations. "Cissy, remember your lessons on behaving like a proper Christian woman; get on your knees in front of your Lord, free him of the confines of his lower garments, and give his manhood a stimulating massage with that mouth of yours. Remember women must always forgive, love, and obey the head of house to remain virtuous in the eyes of the Lord. You exist to serve faithfully in your servile position to recompense your sins."
Narcissa moved towards Harry in the common room of Grimmauld Place, dropped down to her knees in front of her master, and began unbuckling Harry's belt. Harry leaned his head back as Susan gave light kisses to his neck while continuing her shoulder massage. Narcissa had removed his pants and underpants, she stared directly at Harry's eyes as she kissed the tip of his manhood, she licked the entrance lightly, and then took base into her mouth to gently suckle. Harry moaned as pleasure coursed through his body.
Harry suddenly felt a weight on his knees and witnessed a stark naked Luna move her breasts over to his face. "My love..." said Luna.
Harry began to lick her right areola and give light bites on her bosoms. Luna moaned at Harry's licking and biting. Susan slowly took off her Lord's shirt and undershirt, Narcissa put the entire shaft into her mouth briefly before rapidly beginning a fellatio of her Master's manhood, and Luna hugged her husband's face over her breasts as he bit and licked them.
Harry let out a cry of bliss as the cacophony of pleasurable touches by Susan, the taste of Luna's skin and milky chest, and the expert fellatio from Narcissa's warm mouth bobbing as her tongue licked all over his manhood gave him conflated feelings of power and elation from the unvarnished ecstasy. Susan moved her hands to prod and play around with his chest and abdomen as he bit and licked Luna's bosoms. Narcissa gradually increased the tempo of her sucking him off.
This is what all men really want. This is the truth of most male impulses. thought Harry, I see it all the time in movies, TV shows, music, porn, and literature... women taking their clothes off and pleasuring men with their bodies - women used as tools for male pleasure. That's all that commercials of films convey. Women are just tools to make me feel good to lessen my angry feelings. If they don't serve to make me feel happy and calmer, then they're evil, useless women i.e. bitches who should be ostracized by society at large for not being proper women by showing me their bodies and letting me pleasure myself by using them up until I'm bored once they become my property. That's the only truth of what men want from women. That's why women don't talk and are insulted in porn videos, because men just want to take, and take, and take - we don't really care if they consent.
Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations from his properties.
Any man, with enough money and power, could get three bitches to suck his cock and make them obey his commands. If not for this inheritance, I'd have never found a way to get back and use others for my own pleasure. Finding "meaning" in life is just pretentiousness masquerading as fulfillment when it's really just frustration and empty promises. thought Harry, The only biological reason men and women exist is for men to fuck women and make them pregnant. Everything else is pure sophistry. These women are my properties by law. The only difference between my wives and slaves is that the women are legally allowed to kill when it's irrefutably self-defense when women are pregnant with the possibility of a male heir or when defending male children. Slaves must obey and can be killed on a whim. I own their future, their bodies, their sense of personal space, and I can fuck them or beat them however I want.
Harry moved his hand to flick Narcissa's forehead. Narcissa obediently opened her mouth and moved away. Harry positioned himself and forcefully plunged into Luna's womanhood. Luna gasped and her eyes widened in surprise. Harry grinned as Luna seemed to grit her teeth to not cry out as Harry had ordered earlier that day, if he were to force himself on her, if he so pleased. He immediately thrust rapidly once his length was fully inside her. Susan held Luna's legs in place to prevent her from moving and Harry continued thrusting in a berserk frenzy.
Luna moaned and let out a odd gurgling sound as Harry thrust deeply within her as Susan firmly held Luna's legs behind Harry. Harry could feel even more pleasure and tightness inside Luna's folds while Luna continued with the odd noises from Harry's thrusting.
"Right there . . . right there . . . right there . . .!" bellowed Luna in a crescendo as she threw her head back. "Ohhh . . . my . . . love . . . please, right there!"
Harry continued vigorously thrusting until he and Luna reached their climax abruptly together. Harry groaned and Luna screamed "YES!" in mutual pleasure. Harry felt the intense sensation of four spurts unloading one after another into his wife's womb. Luna had felt the tingling sensation flow from her feet all the way up until an electrifying burst was felt throughout her body. Harry slowly pulled out once he was finished inside her and motioned for her to move. Luna obeyed and got off, Harry proceeded to motion Narcissa to come closer.
Narcissa obediently moved her face in front of Harry's penis. Harry firmly held the back of her head and Narcissa opened her mouth wide. Harry put his manhood into her mouth and held her head still as he face fucked Narcissa. Narcissa tried her best to move her tongue around his shaft as he relentlessly moved his pelvis back and forth. Once his manhood had lengthened, Harry slowly yanked Narcissa's face off of his shaft and pushed her to the ground where she roughly fell and hiss. Harry paid no mind as he turned his body and shoved Susan on the couch. Susan lay sprawled and nude on the couch.
Susan smiled and nodded. She obediently spread her legs for her Lord Husband. Harry grinned. Exactly how it should be. A man is suppose to be the head of the house and tell the wife what is expected of her, while the wife is suppose to follow her husband's directive faithfully. That's what God intended. Men are to order their wives and women are meant to respect and obey the husband in all things.
He plunged his shaft into Susan's womanhood in one swift motion. Susan's eyes widened and she moaned at the sudden, forceful intrusion. Susan wrapped her legs around her Lord Husband right before Harry began thrusting in and out of her at a gradual pace. Susan hummed in pleasure as Harry played with her breasts and increased the tempo of his thrusting inside of her. Harry smiled in glee as he played with his wife's breasts and increased his hip movements of pounding into her.
Susan felt a build-up in her lower region until it felt like her insides had running water moving out of her. She closed her eyes and let herself experience the moment. Harry felt the tightness of Susan clench around his shaft and caused his manhood to burst. He spurted four times inside of his wife. Susan's toes curled as she felt the electrifying effects of Harry's climax and her own together.
Harry carefully pulled out and motioned for Narcissa to come back. Narcissa obediently began giving her master a fellatio. Harry hummed in pleasure as he lay his head back on the couch and stroked his property's head on occasion to assure her that she was doing a good job. Finally, he flicked her forehead and caused her to stop. His shaft was fully erect in front of Narcissa's face. Harry motioned for her to climb onto the bed in front of him and Narcissa obeyed.
"Turn around," said Harry.
Narcissa turned her body fully around. Harry shoved her back forward and caused Narcissa to yelp. She caught herself with her hands on the floor in front of the couch. Harry promptly entered his shaft into her womanhood from behind and gradually increased the pace at a berserk speed. Narcissa cried out in a contradistinction of pain and pleasure as Harry pounded into her womanhood from behind. Harry smiled and closed his eyes as he felt the tightening of Narcissa's walls. Narcissa felt heat all over her body as she began cumming. Harry felt Narcissa's walls tighten around his manhood and began cumming inside of his property. Harry slapped her ass and forcefully shoved her after pulling out.
"All three of you, on your knees in front of me," ordered Harry, "massage my manhood with your mouths, as befits your status as women."
All three women obediently got on their knees in front of the head of house's manhood. Narcissa took the shaft fully into her warm mouth while Susan and Luna suckled each side of Harry's testicles. Narcissa gave a slow fellatio that gradually increased while the wives licked and sucked on each of Harry's balls as was expected of all of them.
Just as he was ready to feel the burst, Harry motioned for them to move away. Narcissa, Luna, and Susan promptly followed suit and sat on their knees in the nude next to each other. Harry came in the open air. He positioned himself so that his first spurt hit Narcissa's face, then moved to Luna for the second spurt, and the third spurt hit Susan. The last spurt hit Narcissa's breasts.
After that, Harry ordered all three of them to go to the bathroom to wash up with him. The next day, Harry went on a trip to Greengrass manor.
After the proper pleasantries were made, Harry threw the packet of blackmail on the table and watched in utter boredom as Lord Greengrass slowly lost his composure as he saw each and every business asset that was secretly funneled to Voldemort's private accounts along with confirmation memos from both sides regarding the exact amount. It was enough to imprison Lord Greengrass into Azkaban for the next 200 years and justify the Ministry gutting his finances like they did the Potter Vault after the first war.
"Well, Lord Greengrass?" snapped Harry. "I don't have all day."
Lord Greengrass bristled at the tone of Harry's voice but his eyes remained as wide as saucers and his face ashen. His body language jittery and his body reeking with sweat as he carefully looked over each and every document.
"You . . . you've lost your senses, Lord Potter-Black," said Lord Greengrass, his eyes sweeping over Harry. "The Dark Lord -"
"Voldemort," said Harry in a neutral tone, Lord Greengrass flinched at the name being uttered. Harry rolled his eyes before continuing. "is dead. I killed him and took his powers a few days ago. I even acquired what made him so powerful in the first place, the death stick. Now, considering your actions led to me being forced into a tournament in which I had my life threatened several times, and you continued to money launder, I'd like to propose a deal. I won't bring this information to the Ministry unless you can offer me something of equivalent value. So . . . what do you have to offer that could be worth my while? If you play games or piss me off, I'll just go to the Ministry, don't even think about trapping me here or trying to kill me. I just murdered Voldemort only a few days prior and even if you managed to neutralize me, by some miracle, I have it set up through . . . certain means . . . that this information will go public in a few days time. So, we're at an . . . impasse. Offer me something that can potentially satisfy my self-interest or watch everything you built perish into nothing."
Harry forced himself not to smile as Lord Greengrass paled and his eyes bugged out even further. Mixing truth and lies has never been so fun. I wonder how much he'll squirm.
"By the way . . ." said Harry, almost absently, as he looked at the pictures decorated around the luxurious manor. He knew he had Lord Greengrass's full attention without looking at him. "considering all I've done these past several years, saving all of Hogwarts from danger after danger . . . I could easily claim a life debt on both your daughters and acquire them both as properties to hold."
"N-no! You can't!" blurted out Lord Greengrass, Harry smiled as he gazed back at the shaking figure of Lord Greengrass. "My deal with the Malfoys . . . I . . . I can offer my elder daughter, she's exactly your age, the younger one is already in a marriage proposal with Lord Malfoy's son and the process needs to be sped up in light of . . . recent events pertaining to yourself and the former Lady Malfoy."
"Why didn't you offer Daphne in that proposal?" questioned Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"Daphne . . . she has a bit of an independent streak, unbefitting of her gender, and it's quite humiliating so I don't have her shown on most outings," said Lord Greengrass, "y-you'd have to have her housebroken, my Lord. To teach her the proper place of a woman in order to stop her nonsensical harping about femi-wotsits. I don't know how though, I've tried to instill her the proper decorum and teachings of being a proper woman, but she won't listen! I can set up a contract with you absorbing sixty percent of Greengrass holdings, if you so wish! I needed to find a candidate like you anyway, the Malfoy proposal is under strict terms that the holdings never go above seven percent because I was doing strict favors for them. Astoria will marry into their home with no wealth deprivation on our part, but I need a Lord willing to marry my daughter and intelligent enough to continue the business."
Harry tapped his chin. "Which families owe you life debts?"
Lord Greengrass rattled them off. Harry grinned.
"Lord Greengrass, here's what I want you to do, and then all debts to me will be repaid in full . . ." said Harry.
Nearly an hour later, Lord Davis, the lord of a minor House without much influence, and his daughter Tracey Davis came to the Greengrass common room. Tracey Davis's eyes widened upon spotting Harry Potter in a Lord uniform with several family crest rings on his fingers.
Arrangements began being made by Lords Greengrass and Davis over the life debts and usage of Tracey. Tracey stood horrified and Harry hid a smirk as the Lords openly discussed Tracey losing all her rights to become a slave for Harry.
"Dad!" cried Tracey, tears streaking down her cheeks. Harry felt a twinge in his pants at her desperate and pitiful cry. "Y . . . you're not serious, are you?! Please! You can't do this! Please, daddy!"
"Shut up, you filthy little whore!" snarled Lord Davis, causing Tracey to flinch. "Do you know how much you've embarrassed me! Opening you legs wide for some boy, I guess embarrassing me to be a dumb little slut is all you're good for! I have to make another kid and wait another seventeen years for a good family contract because you soiled yourself and our family reputation!"
"Dad! How can you say that?!" screamed Tracey, breaking down into a fit of tears. "I . . . I was stupid, I admit that! I admitted it to you! I made a mistake, I thought it was love . . . but don't I still have value to you? Don't you still care about me?"
"NO, YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT!" snarled Lord Davis, "THIS IS EXACTLY WHY FEMALES MUST OBEY THEIR FATHERS! A DAUGHTER'S PLACE IS WHERE THEIR FATHER TELLS THEM IT IS! ANY GIRL WHO DEVIATES FROM THAT IS TRYING TO BE SLUTTY! THIS IS ABOUT ME AND HOW YOU EMBARASS ME WHEN YOU DON'T DO EXACTLY WHAT I SAY!"
"DAD! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO LIVE MY -!"
Tracey was slapped harshly by Lord Davis. Lord Davis's visage turned puce. Harry tried not to giggle.
"THIS IS THE EXACT BACKTALK I WAS WARNED ABOUT! YOU FUCKING STUPID SLUT!" hollered Lord Davis at the top of his lungs, causing Tracey to completely break down in tears and crumple her face in her hands. "DON'T TRY THAT SENTIMENTALITY CRAP, YOU LITTLE SHIT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! A WOMAN IS SUPPOSE TO MAINTAIN HER CHASTITY AND BE PURE! ANY GIRL WHO DOESN'T REMAIN PURE AND INNOCENT IS A FILTHY WHORE LIKE YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO DO WHAT I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO OBEY ME LIKE A GOOD DAUGHTER, ASSOCIATE WITH PEOPLE I ORDERED YOU TO ASSOCIATE WITH, AND BE GOOD, AND PURE, AND CHASTE AS THE BIBLE TEACHES IS APPROPRIATE FOR WOMEN! INSTEAD, YOU DECIDED TO BECOME A FILTHY, DIGUSTING STUPID WHORE! YOU DISOBEYING ME IS PROOF YOU NEVER LOVED ME BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T DO EXACTLY WHAT I ORDERED YOU TO DO WHEN I TOLD YOU TO DO IT! IF YOU CAN'T REMAIN CHASTE, THEN I'LL JUST KICK YOU OUTTA MY HOUSE AND FORCE YOU TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES, ME SIGNING YOU AWAY IS ALL YOUR FAULT; YOU DUMB, STUPID, FILTHY, DISGUSTING WHORE!"
Tracey fell to her knees weeping as Lord Davis signed her life away to be the property of Lord Potter for the rest of her existence.
"Potter!" shouted Daphne Greengrass just as she exited the green flames of the Floo. It had been a day since Tracey Davis became Harry's property.
She looked around the Common room of Grimmauld Place and glared once she spotted the smug smirking Harry seated in the middle of the couch with Narcissa Malfoy seated next to him. They both wore illustrious sky blue robes with gold linings. Harry gestured to the loveseat across the table with a pen and what seemed to be a contract.
Daphne growled aloud in frustration as she continued glaring at him. "Where's Tracey?! What the bloody fuck did you do to her?! I heard all about it from my father. You apparently acquired Narcissa as a bloody slave and found out all about our family dealings. Didn't know the golden boy of Gryffindor would stoop so low."
Harry's lips twitched. She actually thinks moral commentary is going to hurt my feelings. Hahaha. The less moral you are, the less other people can use you like a tool to hurt, exploit, and kill you.
"Have a seat, otherwise, you won't see Tracey at all," ordered Harry gesturing to the seat, "then we can discuss why I asked you to come here and what I will be showing you."
Daphne growled. "I don't take orders from you and I don't appreciate the insinuation that I'm yours to order around like I am her. I'm a free human being; I believe in liberty for all, I plan to leave the magical British world for another magical country and get out of this hellhole. I refuse to give up my personal liberty to be some cum deposit to push out babies and live serving someone else as if I were a slave."
Harry glared at her before schooling a neutral expression. He gestured to the loveseat once more. "Please have a seat, Lady Greengrass."
Daphne stood with her eyes wide before acquiescing and sitting down on the chair across from the couch. She briefly glanced in disgust at the Black Quill before reading the contents of the contract and rising to her feet in a fury. Daphne glared at Harry's smiling face. She clenched her fists and her body shook.
"You think I'll sign this contract in my blood to willingly become your wife but without the normal protections associated with preserving the welfare of a male heir? What the bloody fuck, you misogynistic asshole?!" snarled Daphne, she shook her head in obvious disgust. Harry smiled back. "I don't intend to ever marry. That's not the kind of life I want! Why the bloody hell would you ever think that I'd accept such a stupid contract? I'm here for Tracey, get her over here. I intend to take her with me and leave magical Britain. We were planning to do it after graduating, but I guess things change fast sometimes. I have plenty of galleons to offer in exchange so just bring her here and we can make a deal for her."
Narcissa laughed, Daphne glared at her. Narcissa sneered back at her. "Little darling, a woman has no place making and signing contracts. You need to accept some prejudices exist to prevent women from shaming their men. Our freedoms should only exist to the extent men tolerate and approve of them, we shouldn't cause problems by making impositions where our views aren't wanted. We must learn to be faithful and respect what our men tell us to do."
"I'll bloody live how I want!" snapped Daphne, her cheeks becoming beet red from anger. "You can live a dreadful, pathetic life as a fucktoy and obedient tool but I intend to live by my own terms because it's my life."
Harry shook his head and clicked his tongue. "Infringing upon men's sphere of influence and degrading yourself with that feminist nonsense, are you? What a shame upon Lord Greengrass."
Daphne turned to Harry and glared. "I don't give a rat's ass what you think. I'm honestly shocked you can be such a fucking misogynist. Go ahead, call it nonsense, but I'm proud to be a feminist. I even wrote a book on feminist ideals for Magical Britain. Didn't do well, I embarrassed my father, and I got scorned and ridiculed as a delusional twat but I am proud of my work and living my life solely for my father's whims means jackshit to me. Either bring me Tracey or I'm leaving because this is a waste of fucking time."
"I couldn't have said it better myself," said Harry, grinning. Daphne narrowed her eyes at him. Harry presumed she had picked-up on the subtext. "Please remain seated. I need to tell you something before I bring out Tracey."
Daphne huffed and practically threw herself backwards onto the seat. She glared at Harry and tapped a finger on the loveseat's armrest as she kept glaring at him.
"That contract," said Harry, pointing to the sheet of parchment on the table, "is actually an amendment to a contract already written and signed in ironclad terms between your father and I. He didn't believe that you would serve your House faithfully and agreed to sign you off as damaged goods in compensation for taking the Greengrass family name, sixty percent of your family's monetary assets, and you as my property. The contract will come to effect next week but I'm allowed to give you some leeway and generously bestow upon you the status of wife. You'll have none of the rights, but your family's legacy shall remain unblemished."
Daphne pointed her wand and seemed ready to kill Harry where he sat. Her eyes were blazing with malice and her breathing seemed to have become ragged as her wand pointed firmly at Harry. Harry smiled back. The door to the kitchen flew open causing Daphne to jump a bit before she looked at the newcomer and dropped her wand in shock.
There stood Tracey Davis; bare naked, little bite marks all over her breasts, bruise marks all around her facial features, a dog collar around her neck, and tears cascading down her eyes. Daphne tried to speak but the words died at her throat. Her features shifted from shock and horror to revulsion and pity. Tracey shook her head as she continued crying. "Please . . . don't look at me . . . please . . "
"Get over here!" snarled Harry angrily, Daphne flinched at Harry's tone and watched Tracey scurry in front of Harry with her direction facing Daphne.
Daphne looked over to Narcissa to see if she would stop it, but Narcissa only looked away and remained silent. Daphne looked back and her head shook involuntarily. "Stop . . . stop it, Potter! Please! What the fuck!? What is all this?! You . . . how could you . . . please stop it!"
Harry shoved the nude woman onto the table so the top of her body lay sprawled forward on half the table countertop. Daphne watched in confusion and fear as Harry spread Tracey's legs apart. Narcissa began unbuckling his belt.
"Y-you've got to be kidding me!" shouted Daphne, her ashen face staring aghast. "You . . . what the fuck . . . what the fuck! Stop it! You can't be . . ."
"Accio wand," intoned Narcissa, grabbing Daphne's wand off the ground before Daphne realized her mistake. Harry took out his wand and kept it pointed at Daphne. Narcissa pulled down Harry's pants and underpants in one swift motion and kissed the tip of his penis in Daphne's line of sight before moving aside.
"What the bloody fuck!" screeched Daphne, she stared in fear at Harry. "Please . . . please stop! What have you done to her?! How could you be so monstrous?! Please, don't do this!"
Harry rammed his shaft into his property's womanhood in one shift motion. He forced his property down with one arm around her neck, squeezing it tight, and holding her firmly on the table as he repeatedly penetrated her. Daphne had tears falling from her cheeks and sat in her seat shivering from a mix of fear, disgust, and revulsion. Her heart was clearly broken seeing her best friend abused in such a manner.
"Here's what you get out of the deal," said Harry, as he chuckled while thrusting in and out of his property's womanhood. He moved his wand slightly above the back of his property's head. "if you don't sign the contract . . . I'll just kill her and get another one. I don't really need this one anyway, when I have so many . . ."
Daphne's eyes widened like saucers and her mouth moved up and down before she bit her lower lip. Her lips quivered and she openly wept as Harry continued ramming himself onto a beaten and bruised Tracey's backside. She could make out the horrifying word on Tracey's dog collar. Daphne shook her head before crying and yelling loudly in frustration and self-contempt.
"I accept!" cried Daphne, breaking down in a flood of more tears. Her face turning completely red and her eyes puffy from crying. "I accept you as . . . as my Lord Husband . . . I bloody fucking accept! Please stop! Fucking stop!"
Harry ignored her and continued fucking the backside of his property. Daphne panicked before moving to the parchment on the table. She picked up the Black Quill and signed the document with her own blood and the date. The contract shimmered with the magic binding Daphne's magical core for the rest of her life. The contract vanished having been complete and Harry pulled out of his property before letting go and cumming openly on her buttocks.
Harry motioned Narcissa to put his underpants and pants back on while Daphne bolted towards the prone form on the table.
"Wh-what?!" shouted Daphne in alarm as Tracey's features slowly changed to someone completely different. She turned to Harry, who had been zipped up and had his belt back on. "Polyjuice?!"
Harry shook his head. "Meet Nymphadora Tonks. My first acquired property. That's her real appearance."
Daphne briefly gazed back at the woman who remained in her compromising position because Harry hadn't ordered her to move. Daphne looked back at Harry, the fear clear in her eyes.
"Wh-where's T-Tracy . . .?" asked Daphne, Harry glared at her. "My . . . my . . . Lord Husband."
Harry grinned. "Good, isn't this a relief? You're learning your proper place as the new Lady Black. Follow me."
Daphne silently followed her new husband and looked down to see her name on her wrist permanently etched in blood along with the date. A permanent reminder of the freedom that she no longer would have. The pair exited to the backyard and Daphne spotted Tracey in her typical blouse and jeans seated with Luna Lovegood and Susan Bones wearing frocks.
Daphne bolted once more and ran to the genuine Tracey. Tracey rose from her seat and embraced her best friend in a hug.
"Daphne . . . Daphne I'm so sorry," cried Tracey, tears falling down her face. "I'm guessing Har - er - my . . . Master told you? I wanted so badly to let you know but . . . oh, Daphne, it all went to shit yesterday."
Daphne kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly. "It's okay . . . it's fine. We're together. We'll always be together."
"Wh-what?" said Tracey in surprise.
"Daphne has taken the mantle of Lady Black," said Harry, smiling, "you're both mine now. Thanks in part to your fathers."
"I . . . I see . . ." said Tracey, hugging Daphne back and trying not to break down in tears herself. "I suppose . . . I'll learn what my duties are shortly . . ."
Harry grinned. Kreacher suddenly appeared besides Harry. "Kreacher, go get Daphne's belongings from her manor. Her father knows I'll be sending you. After I take care of Dumbledore, we'll be moving to the Peverell isles. I think . . . I'll rename the place Black Island. I won't be staying on the mainland of Magical Britain more than I have to."
Kreacher nodded and vanished. Harry turned around and walked inside. "Well, enjoy your day ladies, I have to go meet someone and curse them. Narcissa, with me."
Narcissa fell into step and followed Harry as they went back inside Grimmauld Place.
Two men walked towards the shrieking shack. Dumbledore nodded to Severus before stepping in. "Remember to be at the ready, Severus. Stay behind me in the shadows and hit him with the killing curse on the off chance that my illness gets the better of me and he kills me."
"Of course," said Severus nodding, "Albus . . . are you sure this is the right course of action? Only a few months ago, you cherished the boy. And what of your promise to me?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "He was suppose to be more. So much more. He was suppose to end Voldemort's evil but . . . would Lily even recognize her son, as he is now? Would she approve of his activities? No, I think it best that we take this evil out before it corrupts the entirety of Magical Britain. That is the only true recourse."
The pair entered the Shrieking shack where Harry Potter awaited Albus Dumbledore. Severus slinked into the shadows as per Albus's instructions and Albus walked to the center of the dingy, dark room.
There the two of them stood, measuring each other and preparing for any unexpected movement within the Shrieking Shack. Dumbledore stared at him and glared.
"Hello there, Harry," said Dumbledore, stepping closer to the lantern lights, "it would seem you've done quite well for yourself, this past summer."
"Hello there, Headmaster. I heard from Luna that if I ever came within sight of you then you would immediately try to kill me," intoned Harry, his face holding a blank expression. He tilted his head. "Considering she can see the future and has seen all possibilities of all the prophecies . . . well, I suppose it shouldn't come as a surprise that you want to kill me now that I'm no longer your little bitch to manipulate."
"Is that how you justify all this?!" shouted Dumbledore, uncharacteristically losing his composure and becoming puce in his visage. Dumbledore's form trembled as he gave Harry an utterly loathsome look. "Don't think I've been blind to your depravities, young man. Turning Nymphadora Tonks into a slave, abusing Luna Lovegood, depriving Narcissa and Bellatrix of their freedom and preventing them from standing trial for your own sick fantasies . . . raping women for your own pleasure and amusement. You're no longer the Harry I once knew, the Dark Lord's soul piece has corrupted you and turned you into a worse monster than even he! I have come to free you, as it is evident that the real Harry Potter is all but gone."
"The real Harry Potter?" said Harry, chuckling. He resumed the blank, emotionless expression after laughing. "You self-deluded jackass, you understood nothing about me. I did everything for others, I always tried to be a good kid but nobody wanted to be there for me when I needed them."
"The Harry Potter I know was a compassionate, honest boy who tried to do good for all," bellowed Dumbledore, "who would sacrifice himself over and over to protect his friends, his family in all but blood, and who would do anything to help others! What you are is an insult to his memory! I shall destroy you and tell his close friends that they remember him for what he was, instead of you, you vile, accursed darkness of Lord Voldemort!"
"Is that what you truly believe? The horcruxes may have affected my mind, but in turn the horcruxes opened my eyes," said Harry, his face a cold mask of indifference to Dumbledore's anger. "I killed Voldemort using his own soul anchor against him via the diadem - the very one in Hogwarts that you weren't aware of - and I . . ."
Tears streaked down Harry's face as he glared at Dumbledore. Dumbledore glared back. Harry completely broke down in tears. "WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKING SHIT DID YOU UNDERSTAND ANYWAY, YOU FUCKING OLD BASTARD?!"
Dumbledore flinched at Harry's sudden angry retort. Harry glared back with tears falling down his cheeks. "I . . . I always just did what everyone else wanted! I tried to be a hero like those fairytale storybooks and hero comics! I tried to be a good kid like everyone expected! The moment I was in the wizarding world, I tried to be the good kid everyone wanted me to be! I just wanted someone to care! Someone to see me as more than some worthless piece of shit! Someone who . . . who wouldn't expect more and more and more from me. But every fucking time I tried to do the right thing, I got beaten, harassed, tortured, and insulted for it! My pain always ignored! I always had abuse thrown at me! I was always expected to take it all on, like a good kid! Complaining just meant less people would care! That's when I realized . . . there's no use believing in love, justice, friendship, or any of that bullcrap! I just gave up because the only thing people respect and acknowledge is violence! The only language that is universal to all of humanity is violence! The only thing that forces people to respect, admire, and care about me is violence!"
"You have lost your mind!" snarled Dumbledore, his visage becoming like a tomato. "Violence only ever leads to pain, regret, and evil! It's what was suppose to separate you from Voldemort! You were suppose to be better than that! Better than him . . . better than me!"
"YOU'RE A FUCKING MORON, IF YOU HONESTLY BELIEVED THAT!" shouted back Harry, tears cascading down his cheeks. Dumbledore's fists shook as he pointed his wand at Harry. "What you and everyone else wanted was an ideal! A fictional boy hero to comfort yourselves around! A fucking martyr who embodied empty platitudes! A figure that pretended to embody your values so you could willfully ignore human depravity in order to tell yourselves that you were right! Let me ask, just answer me to following, you manipulative piece of shit: What did you expect to happen to a boy who was locked in a cupboard and forced to endure physical attacks by his caretakers, constant bullying by his cousin, and isolation from his school? What did you think would happen when the only lesson I learned as a young kid was that my uncle could get away with putting his hands on me and assaulting me over and over because he was the authority figure? Or when my aunt nearly took my head off with a soapy frying pan? What was the lesson for me to be shoved in a cupboard and insulted constantly for the crime of being born different? That I would be a goody-two-shoes? What moral lessons was I suppose to learn in that environment?! What great moral lessons was I suppose to be taught and inculcate when beaten and hated by everyone?! No, I just wanted to feel loved and approved when I was playing hero when I was at Hogwarts. This is the real Harry Potter. This is what really happens when you isolate a child into an abusive environment where adults beat him into submission, deprive him of love, and hate him for the crime of existing! All I learned was that violence is morality! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT DUMBLEDORE!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The killing curse of the Elder Wand hit Harry square in the chest and Harry fell to the ground. Dumbledore's hand shook from where he had pointed his wand and slowly let it fall to his side as he shakily walked over to the corpse. He wept as he saw the dead eyes staring up at him.
Tom and now Harry . . . perhaps, it truly is all my . . . what?!
The body shifted and grew larger. Dumbledore scurried back in shock and blinked as he saw the dead body of Severus Snape staring up at him with hollow, vacant eyes. Dumbledore gaped and turned around just as a green light hit him in the face.
Albus Dumbledore crumpled to the ground like a lifeless marionette; never to rise again. His body lay on the floor. His eyes as vacant and dead as Severus Snape next to him.
Slowly, the Severus walking over to the two corpses shifted back to Harry Potter. I wonder if I would have ever realized that I had metamorphmagus abilities, if not for Luna and Tonks?
Harry pried the Elder wand from Dumbledore's cold, dead hands and grinned. This plan turned out better than -
"Expelliarmus!" said a strong feminine voice.
The spell hit Harry just as he whirled around and the Elder wand was caught by a figure in a dark cloak. Harry stared in surprise as the woman removed her hood. I don't recognize that face . . .
"Congratulations, Lord Potter," said the blonde, silver-eyed woman as she smirked at Harry. Harry blinked and stared with his mouth agape. He snapped into attention and scowled at the newcomer. The blonde smiled mischievously back at him. "It seems my plan to merge your soul with the horcrux was a complete success. I hit you with the merger spell when you were alone with your thoughts a few days before the end of school. I doubt you realized you had been hit by the spell; the true catalyst and my stroke of luck was due to your friends never responding to your owl mail. I had thought it would be amusing to see you abuse others during your 6th year while unable to handle the fusion without hurting those that supposedly loved you. But, this works out all the same. I've finally got my revenge upon you in this new reality."
"Who are you?" asked Harry. His eyes narrowing at the newcomer.
The blond smiled as if sizing up her prey. "I'm . . ."
The blonde haired woman with blue highlights did a mock curtsy before resuming her vigilant pose. "Delphini Riddle, I come from the future . . . or, to be more accurate, an alternate world from this one, now that you've changed all of it and even the interpretation of the prophecy. By the way, good show on using the Imperius and forcing Snape to polyjuice. You had Dumbledore dancing to your tune until the end . . . just like you've been dancing to mine."
"So what?" snapped Harry, "What was this all about?"
"Your future self from my original timeline, the goody-two-shoes noble fuckwat who was so pathetic that he lost to my idiotic cousin Draco fucking Malfoy in a duel," said Delphini, Harry gazed at her in horror at that piece of knowledge. "told me that I could never leave being an orphan . . . he actually thought that he was being sensitive and kind. Instead, he trapped me in a more horrible prison within my mind than Azkaban ever could be. It meant I could never and would never be loved, I'd always be a burden that people never wanted, and I would never live to have fun or new experiences or be expected to have any sort of life beyond criminal activity. Nobody understands. You're just expected to be a criminal with no future when you grow up as an orphan. You're just belittled and treated like shit with nobody ever wanting you. All that fantasy crap about being chosen ones or being fated to find your place in society . . . it's cruel when story writers say that about orphans, because in reality, nobody gives a flying fuck about orphans. They're always someone else's problem. I did a lot of studying while trapped in Azkaban for two years. All these countries, societies, and people talking about how moral one country is from another . . . they all treat orphans the same. As either test subjects for corporations or as someone else's problem."
"So, you hate me because an alternate version of myself said some mean things to you?" deadpanned Harry, raising an eyebrow. "It's got nothing to do with anything else I possibly did to you in the future?"
"You're no longer anywhere near the same path as your previous self in the other reality. A reality that has now been irrevocably destroyed due to the means in which I concocted this plan," explained Delphini grinning, "I'll give you an abbreviated version. Originally, you were suppose to defeat my father, Lord Voldemort, without ever purposefully doing anything heinous like plotting his murder. A collection of coincidences helped keep your hands clean in the original world. You were suppose to live out your sixth year suspiciously following my cousin Draco Malfoy and going off to destroy all of my father's horcruxes in seventh year, then having my father kill you only to use the last soul anchor to come back. You'd defeat him since the Elder Wand would recognize you as Master to rebound his killing curse back at him and you'd live a peaceful life by marrying Ginny Weasley and having three children."
"Okay . . . uh . . ." Harry blinked, as he tried to let all the information sink in at once. "So . . . aren't I too different for you to seek revenge upon now? I mean, for all intents and purposes, you basically murdered that version of me by creating this timeline."
Delphini tapped her chin with her free hand. "I suppose so . . . to be honest, I hated your youngest son Albus just as much and wanted to eradicate his miserable, whiny existence. The little dumbass actually thought the crowds booing you in your fourth year was cheering. The kid is . . . rather was that fucking dumb. Like . . . I wanted to murder that little shit so badly, I was overcome with such loathing, that I broke out, killed my Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius, stole their time turner and hatched my plan."
" . . . I have no context nor even the vaguest idea of whatever it is that you just said." responded Harry, trying not to roll his eyes. "so what now? Going to kill me?"
She raised a delicate eyebrow. "Where would be the fun in that?"
Harry shrugged. "If you're not simply gloating before you kill me then I don't know what to say. If that is what you're doing then I have no method of taking you down before my inevitable demise. A part of me doesn't really even care, I see it more as being free of this persistent self-loathing and personal disgust for myself. I got my revenge on Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Snape on top of destroying Bellatrix's mind so I'm good. Although . . . just so there isn't any misunderstanding, you're honestly Voldemort's daughter, right?"
Delphini nodded. "From the old timeline, my mother was Bellatrix Lestrange. In the initial timeline, my father was defeated by you near the tail end of what would have been your seventh year had you gone back to Hogwarts and Bellatrix was killed by Molly Weasley."
Harry goggled. "How?!"
"She was fresh from giving birth to me and still joined the fight," said Delphini shaking her head, "stupid, stupid batshit woman. I no longer have any illusions about either of my parents now that I've witnessed their behavior throughout this timeline before you killed Voldemort and . . . had your fun with Bellatrix and Narcissa."
Harry stiffened and then grinned. "You saw? I'm surprised you didn't try to rescue them."
"It was revenge against them as much as it was you," said Delphini, she sighed softly. "that loss of trust with justice, the feelings that love was just empty pity, and the cynicism towards morality all came from me. The spell imposed upon you my feelings of grief, my desire for isolation, my fears of being judged, and my uncontrollable bloodlust; Azkaban was not kind to me, even without the dementors. It's sort of an open secret among the Auror guards of the place; sometimes they would do it one at a time, sometimes all at once."
"I don't really care," said Harry. Delphini froze and gave him a murderous expression. Harry shrugged. "That's life."
Delphini's expression became blank as she stared stonily at Harry. She slowly nodded. "True . . . you're right. That's just how life is. Indifference supersedes love in all things. Even the most compassionate of people eventually face burn out. My pain . . . no one cares."
Harry sneered. "That's the world, sweetheart. No one cared when I was a piss poor orphan kid crying out for mommy and daddy while my head got walloped by my Aunt's soapy frying pan or my Uncle beat me. No one was there when I cried and bled, everyone in that town knew each other and knew I was being abused. None of them thought it was their problem to intervene. Perhaps they all told themselves it was left up to God. People find any excuse to not give a helping hand while telling themselves that they're still good people at heart."
Tears fell down Delphini's cheeks as she nodded. "I wish . . . I was never born. I wish I could just let go of this pain . . . this emptiness that's tortured me since the day I awoke to the real world. I thought finding my parents would free me of it, but that never happened. I thought, before that, someone would finally be there to give me the love and support I needed, but that never happened either. I'm broken . . . twisted . . . nobody wanted me. I . . . I am nothing to anyone. I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted to know what that felt like, instead I fucked-up and ended-up being the rape toy of Azkaban guards. I thought killing for my beliefs . . . sacrificing for my convictions had meaning. I was wrong. Life just sets you up with a bunch of lies to slowly suffocate you to death. There's no meaning or purpose to my existence, I thought rewriting everything would give me purpose; I thought my feelings could be proven wrong. If anyone could do it, it should've been Harry Potter, but I was wrong. There's no love, there's no morality. Just taxes, suffocation, self-pity, and death as constants for all people. Life never had a meaning."
The explanation seemed to be more Delphini talking to herself than to Harry. Harry watched Delphini's hand carefully. She's still capable of hurting me in this state. Her guard hasn't wavered at all. It probably never will, because she's just like me.
"So . . ." said Harry, looking carefully at Delphini's hand pointing the Elder Wand at Harry before looking up to her eyes. "d'you wanna fuck?"
Delphini snorted. She didn't seem troubled by the tears continuing to fall.
"How crass . . ." deadpanned Delphini, "No, you represent all the negativity of my entire being; my yearning for self-negation and I hate sex. I hate the vulnerability of genuine intimacy. You'll just use that against me, just like everyone else. No . . . no . . . I will sacrifice my entire being; enough to free one person, one woman who I brought with me to this timeline in order to permanently and thoroughly eradicate the previous timeline. I wish to prove myself right, I shall bring forth my lost hopes and dreams into an incarnated form by sacrificing myself so that my new self shall be a new Chosen One to face you in a duel to the death in the future. She will have an ascended form to bring about your demise. Good riddance, corrupted Harry. You may meet me again, but I shall never see you again."
Before Harry could react, Delphini Riddle apparated using the Elder Wand. Harry was left alone in the dark with the corpses of Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore.
What the fuck was she talking about?
Shortly after burning the bodies, Harry returned home to 12 Grimmauld Place. He sighed as he looked around to notice the empty spaces where there use to be furnishings. Nothing was to be overlooked for their departure to the newly dubbed Black Isles. Soon, I'll be free of Wizarding Britain and the world entirely . . . I'll escape into a island in which I rule to create and destroy as I please. Perhaps I'll even make my own species of people and rule as a God. No more moral consequences . . . just me forcing myself on whomever I want.
He walked to his master bedroom and opened to door to see the nude forms of Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass Black obediently awaiting his return. The others were already ordered to leave for the isles and so he would spend one last night here with his newly acquired properties to properly housebreak them before setting off the next morning.
Tracey and Daphne sat on their knees in bed, stark naked, and heads looking forward attentively to the head of the household. They had waited for his arrival as ordered and hadn't moved much since being given their orders through proxy by Luna. Harry felt his groin harden as he looked them over and nodded. He took out his wand and began giving the two women the full breadth of instructions on how they were suppose to serve him dutifully. They nodded and each gave the respective honorific to him as befit their status before Harry waved his wand to vanish his clothes. He put his wand atop the dresser and moved onto the bed.
Both of his properties quickly rushed face first towards his manhood. Tracey licked and suckled on his left scrotum while Daphne took his tip into her mouth. Harry closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations as Tracey suckled and Daphne slowly bobbed her head up and down his shaft like a lollipop. He put each hand atop their heads and pet them affectionately for their obedience. Daphne increased the pace of her ministrations as Tracey tickled the bottom of his scrotum by flicking it with her tongue.
Harry flicked them both in the ear. They paused and slowly pulled their mouths away from his manhood. Once they resumed seated positions, Harry shoved Daphne onto the bed. The top of Daphne's head slammed onto the headboard, causing her to cry in pain. Harry giggled as he pulled both of her legs and put them on each of his shoulders to position himself. As Daphne hissed in pain, Harry forcefully penetrated her womanhood in one swoop. Daphne bit her lip and tears rapidly traveled down her cheeks as Harry plowed fully into her. He began to rapidly move in and out as Daphne writhed in pain. She rubbed her head and her lip bit deeply enough to draw blood so she wouldn't cry out and offend her Master. Harry threw his head back and laughed as his manhood moved inward and outward of her womanhood.
Tracey wiped away her tears seeing the horrendous display and moved behind Harry to kiss his neckline while rubbing his abdomen with her hands. Finally, Harry felt Daphne's walls clench around his cock, he plunged his manhood fully into his latest property and came inside of her. Daphne shuddered and cried as Harry closed his eyes feeling the thrill of four spurts of cum spewing forth inside of her womanhood. Harry pulled out and then slapped Daphne harshly.
Harry grinned down at her. "Remember, this is your place from now until the rest of your life. I choose what to do with your body, it belongs to me, and you exist to service me as my wife-consort. This is your punishment for thinking men and women could ever live equally."
Daphne burst into tears and shuddered as Harry turned around and practically threw Tracey next to Daphne on the bed. Tracey yelped and caught herself with her arms. Harry felt his groin harden as Tracey's ass was left exposed in the air. He slapped her ass with his right hand and forcibly pulled her hair with his other hand. Tracey cried aloud in pain causing Harry to go fully erect once again.
Harry plunged his shaft into Tracey from behind. He twisted both her hands behind her back with his free hand while causing her head to be held up from pulling her hair. He rapidly thrust in and out of his property with reckless abandon. Her screams of pain caused him to laugh. Music to my ears!
Finally, he submerged his shaft into her fully, feeling her walls clench, and he came inside of her with four spurts. His hold tightening on her as he finally came. Once he was finished, he let go and pulled out of her completely. Tracey fell ungracefully onto the bed and began to cry. Harry dove backwards onto the bed in between his new properties. Both young women rapidly moved to either side of him and rested their heads on his shoulders while he moved his hands behind their bodies and grabbed a handful of their bums. He pinched and grasped them harshly, causing them both to hiss in pain. Harry smiled and slowly closed his eyes. A blanket materialized as was ordered and covered the three in their nakedness. The three slowly fell asleep within minutes.
Life is all about gaining bliss from others while giving them suffering or suffering from others who feel they're good people despite hurting you. I'm no longer a pawn, I'll take what I want and get as much biss as I can from harming others.
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