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The Head Girl of Gryffindor	By : Mita Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 73901 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any profit from the writing of this story. I do not condone or exhibit the behaviour exhibited by characters in this fiction: this is harmless fantasy.

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The Welcoming Feast

Author note: Thank you for your views and reviews. The following chapters are rough-ish, and may be modified with later chapters as I add them.
“I wonder where she is? You’re back already, and I see Malfoy over there. What’s keeping her?” Harry asked Ron, scanning the tables for a glimpse of red robes and bushy hair.
“Dunno. But none of the other girl prefects are back yet, either,” replied Ron. “That new teacher escorted them to the castle separately. I’m sure they’ll be back soon, the feast is starting any minute.”
Harry nodded but looked troubled. He looked around once more before settling his eyes on the Head Table. Only three teachers were currently seated, none of them familiar.
He looked down at his hands and squirmed in his seat when Ron turned to speak with Fred. He reached a hand discreetly down and adjusted his crotch beneath his robes with a slight blush.
His discomfort was due not only to the continued suspicion that Hermione was in some kind of trouble, but also to his new uniform changes. He hadn’t mentioned the hidden changes to Ron or Hermione out of embarrassment.
His adolescent penis was currently locked tight with a golden sheath: one tight ring around the base squeezed him tight, keeping him semi-erect at all times, but unable to ejaculate. A second ring wrapped rested snugly just below the head, connected to a narrow rod which was inserted deep into his piss-slit, reaching all to way to his bladder. It was magically enchanted to vanish waste on contact —or so he had been told yesterday— so he never needed to use the washroom. The two rings were connected by a beautiful golden case around his shaft, carved into swirls and loops of filigree.
The slightly curved rod running through his hole kept his penis pointed up, even when not aroused. His member jutted straight out from his pelvis, unhindered by his new school trousers: crotch and ass-less. Since his new uniform didn’t include underpants, he had to carefully position himself while walking and sitting to avoid falling out of his robes.
Worse than his exposed and confined cock was the thing currently sitting inside his ass, pushing periodically against a spot within him that pulled shocked groans from his throat when he sat or leaned over.
It was a solid gold plug, with the circumference of an apple and the length of his hand. Insertion had been painless as the plug had been shrunk first, but the diameter was now much greater than his capacity and Harry dreaded removing it more than he was disturbed by it’s presence anymore. The tapered neck passed through his tight hole and joined to a ring clamped tightly around his scrotum, squeezing and pushing his testicles up and out, and locking the plug in place inside him.
Harry wriggled again against the hard wooden bench, pushing the plug deeper and nudging his spot. He felt full to capacity. His mouth fell open and he panted quietly. His cock jumped and filled with more blood, and he let his legs fall open. The head of his cock peeked through his outer robe, unseen beneath the long Gryffindor table.
“You alright, mate?” Ron looked at Harry, frowning. “I’m sure Hermione’s fine, she was with a teacher.”
Harry nodded, but said nothing as he fought to remain still while his cock filled with blood. He didn’t know why he felt horny here of all places, but the plug pushing inside of him had been keeping him on edge for over a day now, and he badly wanted to cum.
Harry looked around at the other house tables, studying the students. He noticed that all the male prefects (now very much distinguishable from regular students by their house coloured uniforms and elaborate headdresses) were already seated at their tables. None of the female prefects were present, yet. While looking for any sign of one, he noticed most of the female students looked nervous or uncomfortable, and some looked outright dazed. The same was true for a smaller number of the boys.
A loud bang announced the arrival of the teachers as the door behind the head table opened with a slam and a stream of teachers walked in. Leading the line was the Headmaster, Snape.
Harry gasped. Walking behind him was Hermione, with her head down and arms together before her. In fact, each teacher who walked through was followed closely by one of the missing female prefects.
“There she is!” said Ron, loudly to those around him. He sneered. “What’s she doing with him?”
Harry watched, feeling a growing apprehension. The headmaster and the teachers took their places at the table and remained standing, while the girls each kneeled behind them. Since the long table had no tablecloth, they were still visible to the students, who sat at a lower elevation.
Snape swept his glare across the room, silencing the outbreak of whispers. With a final scowl at the Gryffindor table, he raised his hand, signalling silence, and spoke.
“Welcome to another school term, students. This year, we shall be returning to the old ways at Hogwarts. Our staff has been revised, and together they have devised a new curriculum, designed to lead our most deserving pupils into excellence, and trim the undeserving from the honour of such an education.”
Silence met his words. “To such ends, many of you have already been assigned positions in the school befitting your new status. Those male students of most impressive lineage have been assigned as prefects for the student body. Female students of similar lineage have been exempt from certain classes and shall be enrolled in an exclusive Witching Traditions class. For students of magical heritage not reaching four previous generations, you have been placed on probationary notice pending your performances in classes; some of you shall be relegated to special duties as the staff see fit. Those born of muggles as you can see are no longer free to walk among the elite body and call themselves magical. While most have wisely chosen not to return to Hogwarts, those that have are now servants to the school, no better than house elves. Some have been assigned as personal slaves for teachers and deserving students.” He waved an arm lazily behind him, indicating the kneeling girls.
While he spoke, many students began looking around in alarm, assessing who was missing. Harry noticed that he seemed to be the Gryffindor of the lowest blood purity present, not counting Hermione. But he remembered seeing Seamus and the Creevey brothers on the train, at least. Ginny was missing, as well, though she was certainly a pureblood, blood traitor status notwithstanding.
“Common rooms and prefect bathrooms will now be staffed by Mudblood and lowborn slaves. They may be commanded and used by any males of pureblood status. Report any problems to your prefects. Now, before the feast, the board of directors requires the entire student body to imbibe a new regimen of health potions. You will now do so, before the sorting.”
As he finished his sentence, identical glass bottles appeared before each student. Harry noticed that some students —including himself— had an extra one.
“Drink, to a successful year at Hogwarts!” He eyed the room expectantly. The other teachers were also directing their pointed stares at the tables. Slowly at first, the hesitant students lifted the vials to their lips and drank under the watchful gaze of the staff.
Harry drank, then stoppered the vials and returned them to the table. He felt the potions go down his throat and settle heavily in his stomach. After the first, he’d felt an instant rush of energy and a sense of fullness in his stomach. The second left an icy trail as it passed down into him. After a moment, he felt dizzy, and a zap of heat rushed from his head, down his spine, resting at his balls, pulsing. His mind was hazy and his cock grew harder in its cage. He groaned loudly, and was surprised to hear another groan near him. Looking up, he saw that several students at each table had doubled over in apparent pain, but Harry suspected what they were feeling. Girls had their legs clenched, while boys had theirs splayed, hands hovering over crotches. All had pained, flushed expressions.
Snape closely observed the administration of the potions, and when he was certain all had been consumed, vanished the lot with a wave. “Very good. The green potion you have all just consumed is a strengthening potion of long duration, which should boost stamina. You’ll receive one at the beginning of each new term. Some of you received a second potion, which will have been tailored specifically for you and your new function at the school. As an additional effect, this brew will bind you, on pain of death, to obey the commands of teachers and prefects. This is permanent for as long as you are on school grounds.”
The headmaster paused, then nodded at the other teachers. The staff took their seats as one, and their young slaves moved forward to take their assigned places. Some kneeled facing the laps of their masters, others bowed their heads to the floor with their rears pushed up against the splayed legs of the adults.
Harry watched as Hermione kneeled between Snape’s spread thighs, leaned forward and pushed aside his robe —briefly revealing his massive cock— and swallowed his entire length into her mouth. Harry’s jaw dropped, his eyed bulged, and his balls twitched sharply with pleasure as he watched the other female prefects perform similar lewd acts on their own masters, in view of the entire student body. One of the badger-faced girls was boldly maneuvering the cock of her master (the new head of Hufflepuff, by his robes) into her asshole, hands spreading her cheeks wide. Another red-faced girl was on her hands and knees facing the crowd, reluctantly taking a cock into her pussy with obvious shame and embarrassment, eyes downcast and cheeks wet; her master looked down at her with lustful amusement. When she sobbed, he whipped her naked ass with his wand, earning a loud whimper. He smirked and pulled her against him a few times, impaling her on his prick.
Harry’s cock was at full attention, and the icy effects of the potion were beginning to cloud his gaze with a milky haze. Yet his eyes remained fixed on the head table.
Snape spoke once more. “First years shall now be sorted.”
At his word, the great hall doors were pushed open and a sharp looking woman with a smug face led a line of stricken-looking first years down the centre isle, gathering them in a group before the raised platform where the staff were waiting. Some were looking around the hall and at the ceiling, but most were gawking at the spectacle of the head table.
The smirking witch took her place facing the students and held up a scroll. “Archaerius, Nicolas.” A small blonde boy stepped forward nervously. The witch pointed her wand at his throat and cast a silent spell: a bright green aura glowed and pulsed quickly five times, then faded, leaving behind a narrow silver band around his small neck.
“Pureblood, 5th generation, Slytherin. Take your seat, Mr. Archaerius.” The boy looked relieved as he walked to the Slytherin table and took an empty seat next to a prefect who smiled invitingly.
“Callam, Liliana.” A tall, dark haired girl stepped forward for her turn. The spell produced a yellow glow which pulsed 3 times, leaving a delicate black iron neckband. “3rd generation half-blood, Hufflepuff.” She was waved off to be seated with her new house, where her reception was polite.
Several students later, a girl name Mary Mallory caused a disturbance when her aura refused to materialize at all. The witch glared witheringly at her and cast a different spell which conjured a glowing band of white light around her neck. After a moment, the light dimmed and became a thick copper collar. A small round tag hung from the band, stamped with a glowing blue ’M’. “Mudblood, Ravenclaw slave. Be seated at the foot of the table and report to your head of house after the feast.” The girl, dismayed and in obvious distress, walked back down the aisle and sat at the far end of the Ravenclaw table, where the other students tried to put space between them while otherwise ignoring her. The small group of 30 or so first years were all thusly sorted, with 6 being designated as Mudblood slaves and given heavy collars to match their designated house.
When the sorting was complete, the witch took an empty seat at the end of the head table, and snapped her fingers over her shoulder. From the door behind the teachers came a thin figure with their head bowed and arms held behind their back. They quickly moved to kneel between her legs, facing the students. She flicked her wand and a leather leash materialized in her hand, attached to the golden collar around the neck of the crimson toga-clad figure. She yanked harshly on the lead and the student’s head was pulled sharply back, revealing the face of Colin Creevy, clad in nothing but the red robe of a Gryffindor slave and a lion half-mask over his lower face. His feet and arms were bare, and his arching back caused the robe to fall open, revealing him to be naked beneath the fabric. His small cock was erect, with a golden ring wrapped tightly around both his shaft and balls, and a smaller ring piercing the tip of his cockhead. One visible nipple was pierced: a chain hung and joined to his other nipple hidden under the fabric. Around his head, coming from the mask and between his eyes, was a leather strap, which joined to the strap holding the feline likeness to his face. The mask held a built-in metal ring which rested behind his teeth, forcing his mouth wide open. Protruding several inches from between the gaping maw of the fanged lion was a smooth red dildo. The large red gag was held in his mouth by a wand —Colin’s now unused one— pushed horizontally through a hole in it. Thusly trapped, the wand appeared gently clasped in the lion’s teeth, and the dildo of unknown size was held immobile. The bulge in his throat suggested it was much longer than it looked from the outside.
The witch continued to grip the leash tightly while Colin twisted around and crouched over. She gave slack and he leaned forward, back to her, and kneeled facing the students. She crossed her legs and rested her feet on his back, below his bound hands. With a smirk, she pushed on heel into his scrotum, causing him to wince and tense. After a few sharp prods, she guided the long stiletto into his asshole, and settled into her seat, absently bouncing her foot as her slave twitched.
The Headmaster observed the witch’s actions with a look of approval, and raised his arms to clap his hands once. The magical feast appeared along the tabled as usual, though the students set themselves to eating with an unusual quiet.
Harry found himself completely uninterested in the wide selection of culinary delights before him. He watched dumbfounded as Ron and his brother loaded their plates, seemingly unaffected by the goings-on of the staff and the discrimination of the sorting. Ron had even lost interest in Hermione, and had not looked at or spoken to Harry since they had all taken the potions the Headmaster had given them.
A red-ish tinge had fallen over Harry’s already blurred vision, and the pulsing in his balls had started to become painful. His stomach ached fiercely, but the smell of the food before him was making him nauseous. He left his plate untouched and sat grinding slowly against the bench beneath him for the duration of the feast as his eyes glazed over.
Some time later, the Headmaster cleared the tables at spoke once more. “Prefects will guide the first years to their dormitories. New slaves will wait silently in the corridors outside the common rooms until Heads of House give assignments. All students who were given secondary potions will remain in the Great hall. Dismissed.”
The hall suddenly erupted with noise as benches are pushed back and several hundred pairs of feet shuffled out the room, with prefects calling for their first years to follow. Harry remained seated and silent. Neither Ron nor any other Gryffindor spared him a glance as they left. Slowly the hall emptied, until only a few dozen students remained, scattered around the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables.
The Headmaster eyed them in turn, with Hermione still kneeling between his legs, mouth clamped around his cock. A few of the other teachers — the new Heads of House — had pushed off their slaves and risen to leave the hall, ostensibly to meet with their students in the common rooms. Their slaves followed closely behind them.
Snape sneered at the remaining students. “Now. Those of you remaining have been determined to be of lesser stock, or of particular use for the school. You have consumed a potion which shall enforce your obedience to all staff and prefecture within the walls of Hogwarts. Secondary effects of the potion will keep you ready and willing to serve your superiors at all hours. Although you may not all be Mudbloods, you are all now slaves of Hogwarts.” A small smirk twisted his lips as a few of the students managed to look outraged, despite the heady effects of the potions.
“Hufflepuff slaves will be assigned to the prefect bathrooms in shifts. Ravenclaw slaves will be so assigned to the library. Gryffindor slaves will be stationed in various classrooms. All slaves will attend the Great Hall for meals. See the caretaker for your schedules tomorrow before breakfast. You are not permitted to speak to other students unless asked a question. You will be sharing a dormitory off of the main common rooms of your assigned houses. When you leave here, report to the entrance to your common rooms and wait for your Head of House to direct you. Dismissed.”
The remaining students stood— /slaves,/ thought Harry. They filed silently through the doors and split off in groups towards their respective houses. Harry followed behind 5 other Gryffindors, none of whom he knew well. At least two were third years or below.
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