Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Cracked	By : Mermaid-in-a-Manhole Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 43538 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters within that universe, and I am not receiving any money for my fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
It only took a week before Harry pronounced Nymph to be fully broken in. A few days after her punishment, Harry had pretended to come out of a trance, as though he'd been under a spell because of the bonding or something. He had acted so torn up and apologetic that she had believed him, and he'd ushered her out of the cage and towards the floo. He'd even gone so far as to put the floo powder into the fireplace before he'd started laughing. She had thought he'd gone into hysterics, but when he had punched her in the head, she had understood it had been a farce.
Harry had raped and tortured her for hours after that, belittling her constantly for actually believing that her nightmare could ever end. There, after the sixteenth hour of torture, he saw her break: her eyes went glassy and she stopped responding to his taunts, now only flinching or moaning when he thrust into her again. It had taken two more days for her to heal from his twisted affections, and the entire time he'd treated her somewhat gently, only teaching her what her true position was through verbal abuse. Even then, the verbal abuse was said in a soft, straightforward tone, and he had seen her new truth start to sink in.
When, after two days of relative care, she had asked him why he was treating her so well, he had played dumb. Then the miracle words had come from her mouth: "I'm a cunt, Master. Cunts are made to be abused. You told me that cunts don't deserve mercy, respect, pity, or love, and I understand that now. I need to suffer, because it makes me remember what I am, and what I was born for."
Harry had smiled at her, said, "Very well," and started treating her normally again. Not as much torture as he would have liked, but he figured that in time, he would have more than enough slaves to practice his torture methods on.
Now, two weeks later, Harry was relaxing on a deck chair outside his house in Nice, France, when he noticed a silvery blonde flash from the magic-permitted beach before him. He turned his head to look at it and found himself watching a young girl of about ten or eleven years of age flouncing about on the magical beach with her dog, her long hair streaming behind her as she ran. She was a sexy little thing, obviously just a step or two into puberty, and she didn't have a care in the world about creepy men having an ogle at her perfect ass. He surveyed the beachfront and saw a couple who were clearly her parents, if the woman's identical silver-blonde hair was anything to go by.
An unusual magical aura was emanating from the woman, and when she turned her head more so she could watch her young daughter better, he realised that the woman was a Veela, and more to the point, he'd seen her before. She looked startlingly similar to Fleur Delacour, and now that he knew what to look for, the man with her was definitely Fleur's father, whom he'd seen once just before the Triwizard Tournament's third task. That meant the little girl down by the beach was actually Gabrielle Delacour.
He wanted her. Luckily, he'd saved her life down in the Black Lake, as Veelas couldn't survive for very long under the water; it was completely contrary to their preferred elements of air and fire. It was actually a miracle she'd survived as long as she had, but he supposed that Dumbledore's stasis charm had helped to prevent her death somewhat.
Voldemort had never really been interested in gaining Veela as his allies, as they were considered very much a Light creature, but his thirst for knowledge made him learn all he could about them. He'd captured one when she'd been in Britain for a holiday, and tortured and mind-raped her until he knew all he could. After all, with them being so Light, it was possible they would join that side and thus become his enemies, so he wanted to know all about their strengths and weaknesses.
When they were forcibly bound to someone they owed a life debt to, their Veela and human psyches would tear each other apart. The Veela knew it belonged to the person, and it craved all touch it was given by them, even if it was incredibly painful. The human, however, knew it was still a person, and that it shouldn't belong to anyone, so it fought back against its own creature side. As time went on, their infighting became increasingly violent until one, almost always the Veela, triumphed over the other. However, as neither could survive without the other, the victor would mentally fade and die until the only thing that remained was an empty shell of a body, perfect for breeding. As long as the body was kept fed, healthy, and clean, it would stay alive for however long it would have lived if it had been inhabited by the human and Veela souls. Finally, as Veela were fertile from the age of 6, even though they had spread the myth that they were only fertile once they reached the age of majority at 17, they could have far more babies than any other humanoid creature, especially since they only had a gestation period of four months. As they could only have daughters, and their genetic magic prevented any consequences of incest, he was looking forward to fucking his soon-to-be new slave Veela as much as he wanted, as well as all of his future Veela daughters.
He shoved Nymph off his cock, where she was dutifully being a cock warmer, cast a cold water charm on himself so his boner went down, and put on a pair of boardshorts provided by Dobby. “Stay here, Nymph,” he said as he headed down to the Delacour parents.
Just before he reached them, he cast the confundus charm on them. With every new sentence he spoke, he cast another confundus charm. “You will go home immediately, pack up everything of yours, and move to Australia. You will send all of Gabrielle's belongings through the floo to the Potter Nice cottage, and write Fleur a letter saying the three of you are going into hiding in Australia, but you will leave Gabrielle behind when you leave this beach. You will take the dog with you when you leave for Australia. You will believe that you sent her to live with her sister in Britain, and that it was the best choice. You will never ask Fleur about Gabrielle, and if Fleur asks about her, you will say something similar to that she is enjoying her time there but is too busy playing with her new friends to write. You will not tell Fleur the address you will move to, and when you move back to your home in seven years, you will say Gabrielle found her mate when you went on holiday to New Zealand and that she doesn't ever want to come back to the cold place that is France and Britain.”
The two parents blinked a few times when he was finished, then called over Gabrielle. She looked rather confused when she saw the strange young man standing with her parents, but her expression became one of joy when she recognised him as Harry Potter, the boy who had saved her from the lake. She ran to him and hugged him as tightly as her tiny form could, gabbling away in French as she did so.
“I see you remember Harry,” Mrs Delacour said in amusement. She only had the faintest French accent.
“Oui maman,” Gabrielle said.
“He is taking you to your seester, Gabrielle, you weel be living in Britain and we have decided you are going to Hogwarts next year,” Mr Delacour said. His accent was only slightly more pronounced than his wife's, and far better than Fleur's had been when he'd last met her.
Gabrielle froze in shock before letting him go and facing her parents. “Why must I go to ’ogwarts, papa? Eet was zo cold when I went zere, I don't want to go!” she exclaimed.
“Gabrielle, we are your parents, and you weel do as we say,” her father said sternly.
“We only want what is best for you, mon ange,” her mother softly insisted. “Your sister misses you very much, and Hogwarts is better and safer than Beauxbatons.”
After a few more minutes of arguing, during which Gabrielle got more and more upset, she gave up. Her eyes were filled with tears as she launched herself at her parents, hugging them tightly as they returned the embrace. “I weel miss you, maman, papa!” she said, crying. She looked so sexy when she cried.
She hung onto Harry's hand desperately as the two parents called the dog, which was apparently named André, over, and then disapparated. He gently coaxed her to come with him back to his cottage, and once they crossed the wards, she was visibly horrified at the sight of a naked Nymph, on her knees, appearing on the deck which had looked empty before. She shrank into his side, but he grasped her wrists and held her away from him. “Nymph, hold her down on the floor.”
Nymph hesitated but did as told, and he watched with growing arousal as Gabrielle struggled ineffectually against his slave as she manoeuvred her to the ground. All that it took to hold the prepubescent girl to the ground was one of Nymph's hands holding both her wrists to the ground, and her other hand on the girl's sternum. Her legs were still kicking out, but that was easily solved with Harry taking his board shorts off and kneeling between her legs. He cast a silencing charm on her because he couldn't stand the French language, and with her begging now no longer audible, he let out a sigh of contentment.
“As the saviour of this Veela, I, Harry James Potter, do hereby call upon the life debt she owes me to bind her as my slave. So mote it be!” Harry said. A silver light lit up all over Gabrielle's body, and a silver collar appeared on her as she struggled more frantically. “I now take away your previous name. Henceforth, your name shall be, ‘Cow’.”
The word Cow appeared in black writing on the silver collar. He smiled and pushed her bikini bottom to the side before shoving his cock into her tiny, perfect pussy, moaning in pleasure as her hymen broke and he slid home. Cow's face was red in pain as she screamed silently, and he laughed as he slapped her face before starting to thrust in a hard, quick rhythm. Because his cock was so big compared to her tiny pussy, she was stimulated so much by his thrusts that she had an orgasm only two minutes into her rape. The rhythmic convulsions of her walls made her passage impossibly tighter, and he followed her into his own orgasm. He pulled out of her and smiled when she silently cried out from his sudden absence.
He stroked her belly. “I can't wait for you to swell with my daughter, my little breeding cow.”
Defeated, Cow lay on the deck, tears streaming down her beautiful face. He was going to get as many daughters out of her as he could, then sell half of them off as brides to wealthy Purebloods, and keep the other half to himself. While full Veela, half-Veela, and quarter-Veela only gave birth to daughters due to their inner creature's nature, women who were an eighth Veela could give birth to either sex. The benefit of selling his Veela daughters was that they, as well as their children and grandchildren, were three times more fertile and magically powerful than the average Pureblood, so he could charge a lot of money for them because the Purebloods who bought them were essentially ensuring that their bloodlines remained strong and magical for a further three generations.
Harry left Nymph and Cow behind, the former still holding the latter down because her Master had not said otherwise, and went to his bedroom. He had taken his trunk along when he and Nymph had left Britain behind a week ago, mostly because even after three weeks of being completely free and having a home, he still wasn't quite used to the idea that he could leave everything he owned at one property while he holidayed at another. He rummaged around until he found what he was looking for: a gag in the shape of a huge cock, and a cheap vibrator. He'd bought both from a sex toy store in London, since it seemed that sex toy shops didn't even exist in Knockturn Alley, what with the British magicals being super repressed. No wonder the Death Eaters had so many members; no human being could survive with their sanity intact in such a stifling society, and with humans being the most violent species on the planet, it was only natural that many of them resorted to terrorism and violence. After all, humans and human society had evolved between the Victorian era and now, even if it was only mentally and educationally.
Well, who was he to point out that they were in the wrong when he was going to profit so much from their repression? He had huge plans for magical Britain and Europe! Magical Malls would be commonplace in ten years, allowing numerous small businesses to flourish into larger ones, and he would fund research to bring magical technology and medicine up to the Muggle level. Plus some much-needed agriculture development. Magical Britain would become a powerhouse, all thanks to him!
He went out onto the patio again and was pleased that Cow was still being held down by Nymph. “Open up, Cow,” Harry said. She did not do as told, so he slapped her. “Open up,” he repeated.
Hesitantly, she opened her mouth, and Harry stuffed the gag down her throat, closing the straps at the back, and on top, of her head to keep it in place. Her abdominal muscles were cramping now because her gag reflex was being triggered by the device. The beauty in the gag though, was that it didn't let sound or liquid out of the small hole in the middle, but since said hole went all the way to the tip of the silicone cock, Cow would be able to breathe, drink water, and eat liquidised food through it, even as her gag reflex slowly disappeared. He'd put a no-vomit spell on the gag, so even if her stomach cramped constantly, she couldn't spew at all. Plus, it taught her to swallow around a cock to prevent herself from drowning in her own spit. If it got too close, the anti-drowning charm he'd put on it as well would stop that cold.
Once the gag was correctly in place, he put the vibe on her clit, but over her cum-drenched bikini bottom, and turned it on. He'd enchanted it to stay in place on a person, so no matter how she writhed or otherwise moved, she wouldn't get peace until he turned it off. He wanted to see if the constant stimulation would speed up or slow down the process of her Veela and human sides battling it out. He'd see in a week, since that's usually when you could tell if it was happening or not. He'd heard that sometimes it could take up to two months for one psyche to emerge victorious. He would have to remember to turn it off once every day so she could eat and drink something. No need to be too kind or cruel to her, after all.
He'd had a week in the house in Nice now, and he wanted to move on to the Italian villa next, followed by the floating island. It really was wonderful to have so much after his life of having next to nothing, being abused and neglected by his so-called family. Perhaps he was being hypocritical, what with the way he was now treating his slaves, but he felt that it was their place as women to take whatever he gave them and did to them. No one in the magical world—well, no Dark or traditional people, anyway—would see what he was doing as wrong. His plans for Magical Britain would see the Light people so happy with the progress he would incite to bring them towards enlightenment, that they wouldn't even think of seeing anything he did was wrong.
“Nymph, time for your food,” he called out, shaking her now full food bowl. She came crawling in, as quickly as possible when on hands and knees, and assumed her “happy dog” position, with her tongue out of her mouth as she panted and her arms at her chest like meerkat paws. “Good girl,” he said, setting the bowl down and patting her twice on the head.
An owl at the window stopped him from going to see how Cow was doing. He opened the window, allowing the owl to swoop in and land on the back of his chair. It stuck out its leg and he took the letter. Upon seeing the words written in Dumbledore's distinctive loopy handwriting, he grimaced in preparation for having his happy plans dismantled. Apparently, he wouldn't be able to spend a week in Italy, let alone on his island.

Dear Harry,
If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number four, Privet Drive this coming Friday at eleven p.m. to escort you to The Burrow, where you have been invited to spend the remainder of your school holidays.
If you are agreeable, I should also be glad of your assistance in a matter to which I hope to attend on the way to The Burrow. I shall explain this more fully when I see you.
Kindly send your answer by return of this owl. Hoping to see you this Friday,
I am, yours most sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

It was already Thursday, so he assumed it had taken the owl a few days to get to him all the way from Hogwarts. As it seemed Dumbledore might be getting worried about his lack of answer, Harry quickly wrote, Yes, please , sorry for the late reply sir, my relatives and I spent the past few days in Majorca on holiday, on the reverse side and called Dobby. “Go to the Hogsmeade owl post office and send this to Dumbledore,” he said, handing the letter to the elf and adding two knuts for the owl fee.
“Yes, master,” Dobby said and popped away.
He turned back to Nymph, who was nearly done with her meager food portion. “You and Cow are going to have to stay in my trunk for a while longer than I thought. It's only been two weeks since school let out—Dumbledore can't even let me have a month of time out of his direct eyesight! Neither of you can be seen while I'm at The Burrow; Remus thinks you've run off to America with a man you met at a bar the night of the Will reading, drowning your sorrows, and Cow is supposed to be in Australia with her parents. I'm so glad I have you and Remus doesn't, I mean from what I've seen, he truly cares for you and he would have treated you like a queen! Instead, you're my little Nympho slut, in your rightful place as a woman, and I get to fuck and impregnate the love of his life while following the rules and laws of the society we live in.”
Nymph had finished her food by now and was staring up at him, close to tears at his words. “Come on, slut, let's pack you and Cow into my trunk and leave. I'll visit you both tonight for some fun.”
Nymph followed after him on her hands and knees as he went back outside to the shuddering form of Cow. Harry levitated her and went to his room, where he deposited his slaves in the storage compartment of his trunk.
“Winky!” he called.
The diminutive female elf popped before him. “Yes, master?” she asked.
“Get Nymph's food and water bowls and her cage from this house, as well as all the torture devices and sex toys from the Dover house, and put them in the storage compartment of my trunk.”
“Yes, master,” she said and popped away again to do that.
Ten minutes later, he was packed, and he got Winky to teleport him to the Dursley's back yard. Winky went back to do whatever she'd been doing before he called her, and Harry moved indoors. Petunia was cooking dinner, but she dropped her ladle when she saw him. “What are youdoing here, boy? You're not supposed to be here until the last few days of summer holidays,” she said, disgusted by the very sight of him.
“Tell that to Dumbledore,” he said, “he's picking me up tomorrow near midnight. I told him we'd been on a holiday to Majorca for the past few days and only got his letter today. You don't need to tell Vernon or Dudley I'm here, or even make me any food; I have my own. I'll stay in my room until he arrives, then leave before he gets to the door. If I have my way, none of you will be waking up for that.”
“Fine,” she spat out, “but keep quiet.”
Harry went upstairs and set down his trunk, then let his magic out to play. He stretched tendrils of his magic all the way down to the basement and the structural supports for the entire house. He caused the steel beams to rust through completely, now ready to snap at any moment, and made the concrete of the basement walls more porous and crumbly, as though they'd been made with incredibly substandard material, and put cracks into them to make them liable to fall apart at any moment. Next he reinforced it all with magic, and set a timer to it so that three hours and thirteen minutes into September third, the magic would fail. He was within his rights to kill the Dursleys for what they'd done to him, but if they died before he was back at Hogwarts, he had no idea what Dumbledore would do.
With his prison guards’ deaths planned and scheduled, Harry could rest easy. He headed for his trunk.
*
Dumbledore arrived right on time, and Harry was happy that was the case because he'd been sitting on the doorstep for the past half hour. He figured it was funny that he'd been left on the doorstep by Dumbledore to be found by the Dursleys, and now he was put back on the doorstep, all these years later, supposedly by the Dursleys so Dumbledore could find him.
“Ah, Harry my boy!” Dumbledore exclaimed happily, before groaning and joining Harry on the step. “Now, why are you out here, all by yourself?”
“I didn't want to wake the Dursleys, sir. They had to take me with them on holiday because of Voldemort, and we sort of came to an… understanding. I guess being away from this place, where there's so much bad history, helped all of us to move past it a bit. We don't love each other or anything yet, but I'd say we're… at ease. The last thing I wanted to do was force them to either stay up with me or have them wake up when you came knocking.”
Dumbledore smiled, but Harry could see he was holding back anger. Harry wanted to laugh at Dumbledore now not having a reason to go inside and Legilimise the Dursleys. “I'm so proud of you, my boy. Not everyone could forgive the people responsible for their neglect and work on trying to build some sort of relationship. Well, shall we?”
Harry nodded politely, then noticed something was wrong with the man's right hand. It was all blackened and burnt, as though he'd stuck it into a fire and left it there. With a jolt, Harry saw that Dumbledore was also wearing the ring of Marvolo Gaunt on his other hand, but it had a huge crack through the middle of the stone, meaning that he'd found it, put it on for some reason, survived or at least slowed down the curse, destroyed the Horcrux within, then put the ring on his other hand. This would bear some thinking about.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Cracked