Harry Potter and the Sisters Black | By : oldwolf Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 181776 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 6 |
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Harry slowly come
to, a throbbing pain in his crotch forcing him to wakefulness. He sees the ladies curled up to either side
of him. A small moan escapes his lips as
he tries to sit up.
Both the sisters
are instantly awake. Bella gently helps
him to a sitting position while Cissa casts a healing spell on his crotch.
As memory of the
activities of yesterday Harry’s eyes narrow.
“Bella, yesterday, did you deliberately disobey me and wear your maid’s
uniform outside of this room?”
Meekly Bella nods
her head.
Harry curses for a
moment, “Cissa where’s that strap?”
Bella quietly gets
off the bed while Cissa reaches over and grabs her wand, quickly summoning the
strap.
Harry climbs off
the bed while Bella bends over the end.
She reaches back and raises her skirt.
Harry’s briefly reminded of his fantasy about his aunt from a few days
ago before he draws his arm back and delivers the first blow against Bella’s
ass.
There’s a red welt
starting to form as Harry draws back his arm.
This time Bella screeches as the leather strikes her flesh. A second welt is starting to show when Harry
earns another shriek by landing the third blow.
Bella feels like
her ass is on fire, as is her cunt. Her
juices are running down her legs, unfortunately, her punishment from two days
ago is still in place and prevents her from coming when her master brings the
belt down for a fourth time.
Harry surveys his
handiwork as he draws his arm back and delivers the fifth blow. Another shriek is his reward. Much to Harry’s surprise, his cock is hard as
a rock as he prepares to deliver the sixth blow.
Cissa watches as
her sister lays red faced at her feet while their master draws his arm
back. Cissa’s own ass stings slightly in
sympathy for what her sister’s taking.
Cissa actually does orgasm when her sister’s screech tears through the
room.
Bella’s ass is
almost completely red as Harry brings down the seventh and final blow. After the shriek has died away, Harry drops
the strap to the floor, positions his raging cock at Bella’s soaked entrance
and enters her in one hard stroke. Harry
sets a fast pace, his hips slapping against her flesh. After only a few brief minutes, Harry
delivers his seed to the woman.
Pulling out, Harry
helps Bella stand up. “Cissa, go get
breakfast ready and bring it up here.”
He leads Bella to the bed while Cissa gets dressed and leaves on her
assigned duty.
Bella leans her
head against Harry’s shoulder as they lay on the bed together and sobs out the
pain.
As he holds the
crying woman, Harry’s insides are warring.
On one hand, there’s the innocent Harry who still believes the world is
black and white, where a good person doesn’t deliberately inflict pain on
others. On the other hand there’s the
Harry that’s been beaten, insulted, ridiculed, and whom the sisters have been
subconsciously working to promote who understands that the sisters are now his
responsibility thus he must punish them when they do wrong.
The war is still
going on as Bella begins to run out of tears.
She looks up at her master, well aware of the turmoil within him, and
says, “Thank you for disciplining me, master.
I broke one of you only rules so I needed to be punished.” With a gentle smile, she lays her head back
down.
Bella’s words have
a profound effect on Harry. His mind
quiets as he digests what he heard.
Cissa walks in
carrying a tray with food on it. The
three eat in silence before dressing for an outing. They walk down to the kitchen and find
Petunia at the stove, whistling just a bit.
When Petunia sees
Cissa she waves the other woman over.
The two hold a whispered conversation that ends with Petunia blushing
very hard while Cissa walks over to the table, giggling lightly.
Harry asks, “What
was that about Cissa?”
“Nothing important
for the moment master, just a small request on her part that I need to consider.”
“Very well,” Harry
says just moments before there’s a knock on the door.
Three wands appear
in three hands as Bella walks to the door and looks out. Nodding, Bella opens the door and allows
Tonks to enter. As soon as the door is
closed, she hit by three Finite Incantatem’s.
The pink haired witch just stands there for a moment before grinning,
“Getting a little jumpy are we folks?”
Harry grins,
“Yeah, jumpy enough to have Stunned Albus yesterday.”
Tonks looks
shocked, “You mean that you got the drop on Albus?”
“Yeah, after he popped
in without announcing himself.”
Tonks shakes her
head, “Well, you guys ready to get this day started?”
Harry nods as he
stands up, “Cissa, please come with me.
Bella, pop over to #12 and keep out of sight.”
Both woman nod
their heads while Tonks looks on in wonderment, “Harry, do you mind explaining
what’s going on?”
“I’d prefer not
to, you’ll understand when we visit the ministry.”
It’s a disgruntled
Tonks that produces a length of silk rope, “Very well. Here’s the portkey to take us to the
Ministry.”
“Tonks the reason
I don’t want to explain this now is that I don’t want to waste time when you’ll
be able to find out during our trip,” Harry says as he grabs the robe. “Alright Cissa grab on.”
Narcissa grips the
robe a few moments before they all feel the familiar tug behind the navel.
The three arrive
at the lobby to the ministry to find it almost deserted. After having their wands weighed, Tonks leads
them through a maze of corridors until they’re standing outside of door marked,
“Properties Division.”
“Dumbledore told
me to make sure you got here alright, now would you please tell me what’s going
on.”
“In a few minutes
Tonks,” Harry says as he opens the door.
Much to his dismay, Harry instantly recognizes the redhead waiting in
the office. Harry’s voice is ice cold as
he says, “Hello Percy.”
Percy’s voice is
filled with contempt when he answers, “Good day Mr. Potter. I would appreciate it if you would restrain
yourself from using any familiar form of address as I’m here on official
business and my time is precious.”
“Well Percy, since
your time is so precious, why don’t you produce the forms for me to
authenticate and we can get this entire matter finished as quickly as is
possible.”
“Once more Mr.
Potter, I must ask you to address me either by my title of Undersecretary to
the Minister or as simply Mr. Weasley.”
“Mr. Weasley is your father Percival and
to earn your vaulted title was to betray your family.”
Jus then the
Minister of Magic walks into the room, looking strangely upset, “Is this true Weatherby? Did you
actually forsake your family just to get ahead?”
“But, but, but
Minister…”
“Hush, I’ll deal
with you later, for now, though, leave.”
Percy hangs his
head as he walks out of the office.
“Now Mr. Potter…,”
Fudge’s voice catches in his throat as he sees the glare Harry’s giving him.
Thoughts speed
through Harry’s mind for a moment before he says, “Minister, I don’t believe
there is currently a department to help new businesses get started in the
Wizarding world, am I correct?”
“Yes you are;
might I ask where you’re going with this?”
“Well Minister, I
do believe it’s time to correct that oversight.
In fact I think it would be the perfect position for you junior
undersecretary to fill, the head of the Economic Development Bureau. Set up to help ensure that start-up
businesses have as much support as is reasonable to make sure they have all of
their licenses and permits in order don’t you think?”
Fudge isn’t
gritting his teeth together, barely, “That sounds like a wonderful idea Harry.”
Harry gives the
minister a predatory grin, “I’m glad you agree Minister. I even have a perfect first assignment for
him. Weasleys
Wizarding Wheezes”
Fudge is almost
seething as he says, “Sounds like an excellent plan Harry.”
“Excellent
Minister, excellent. Now, let us get
down to business as I’m sure all our time is fairly precious.”
It’s only by will
alone that Fudge keeps the anger out of his voice and expression. “By all means Harry,” he nods to another
person that had escaped Harry’s attention.
The man looks in
his early twenties with brown hair and is thin as a rail. His voice is baritone as he hands over a
clipboard and says, “Please make sure the facts of the matter are in order.”
Harry reads through
the information, name, date, etc, until he comes to Purpose of transfer. His innards churn as he reads the word Servus secus. With a shake of his head, Harry makes sure
everything else is correct before he hands the clipboard back, “Everything is
correct, sir.”
“Very well Mr.
Potter, then you’ll just need to sign at the bottom of the page,” the man says
as he returns the clipboard to Harry.
A few strokes of a
quill later, Harry lays the clipboard on the counter. The man picks it up and removes the papers. He attaches a different set of papers to the
clipboard which he then hands to Narcissa.
The man then grabs a second clipboard which he hands to Harry, “Due to
Ms. Lestrange-Black’s status, it’s quite understandable that she not be here;
however, she will need to sign the papers.”
Harry looks at the
Minister with a deceptively sweet grin, “Minister, I doubt it would be a
problem for you to authorize a portkey to transport the woman in question here
to expedite matters?”
Almost grumbling,
Fudge reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a handkerchief. He casts a spell on it before he hands it to
Harry, “There you go Mr. Potter.”
Still grinning,
Harry hands the cloth to Tonks, “Tonks, please make sure this gets to were it
needs to go. I’d send Cissa, but she’s
still needed here.”
Tonks nods her
head and quickly moves out of the room before Fudge can question her. Less than ten minutes later, both Bellatrix
and Tonks appear in the room.
Fudge goes for his
wand by reflex, only to stop less than a quarter of the way through the draw
when he finds himself looking at four drawn wands. He looks down at his hand sheepishly, “My
apologies, reflex you know.”
Harry nods his
head, but doesn’t lower his wand until Fudge’s hand is well away from his wand.
Bellatrix hands
the clipboard to the unknown gentleman who’s staring at Harry with wide eyes.
The clerk jerks
his head before perusing the form and nodding his head.
“Very well Mr.
Potter, that should take care of everything.
Now, on to your rights and responsibilities in regards to these lovely
ladies,” the man says while slyly eyeing Bella’s ass. “Your rights are virtually limitless. These women are now your sovereign property. You may do what ever you wish to with
them. They may be sold or their services
rented in order for you to generate a source of revenue. Your responsibilities however are a tad more
in-depth. Any action they take, you may
be held accountable for. Should they
attack anyone without just provocation, you may be forced to make the needed amends. You cannot be imprisoned for their action
however, unless those actions are on your direct orders. Are there any questions?”
“Not at this
time. However, I may contact you if any
questions arise, if that’s acceptable.”
The man nods his
head, “Very acceptable Mr. Potter. Now,
I wish you a good day, and go enjoy your new property,” the man ends with a
wink.
Harry’s blushing
slightly as Tonks leads the lot of them out of the office. As the door closes, Fudge speaks up, “Harry,
may I have a moment of your time?”
Harry nods his
head, his entire posture one of impatience.
“My boy, as I’m
sure you know, things have been very volatile as of late, with many people
actually calling for my resignation. I
was hoping to be able to convince you to issue a statement in support of my
maintaining my position.”
Harry’s tone is
glacial cold, “Minister, you have spent the last year engaged in a campaign of
slander against myself and Albus Dumbledore.
It will take much more then a few small token of good will for me to
forget that. I will not reject your
request out of hand, but I will not acquiesce easily.”
Fudge swallows
loudly, “Well, I understand completely Harry.
Just let me know if there’s anything you need.”
Harry nods before
having Tonks lead them out to the lobby where Harry hesitates a moment before
saying, “Tonks, you and Cissa pop to the Leaky Cauldron ahead of us. If there are any Aurors there pop back
immediately, and we’ll find a new address to Floo to.”
Both of the women
nod their head and Apparate out. Harry
waits thirty seconds before he Floo’s to the LC with Bella only a few moments
behind him.
As soon as Harry’s
feet are solid, he draws his wand. When
Bella appears, Tom’s wand is almost instantly leveled in her direction.
Harry shouts,
“HOLD IT TOM!”
The old man’s eyes
never leave the former Death Eater.
“She’s a wanted felon Harry.”
“No she isn’t
Tom. As of a few minutes ago, she’s my
property.”
“You mean she’s
given you full rights? How?”
Harry’s voice is a
whisper, “Servus secus.”
Now Tom’s eyes do
shift to the young man, “You cast it against her?”
Cissa says,
“Against both of us actually.” She lifts
her head, giving the aging bartender a look at the medallion at her throat.
“That’s not the
official Potter family crest,” Tom’s voice is hinted with amusement as he
finally lowers his wand. “Harry, if you
don’t mind a suggestion; unless you want a riot out there, have Mrs. Lestrange,
hide her appearance.”
“Do you have any
suggestions Tom,” Harry says as he looks around the room, which is strangely
empty.
“A simple cloak
should do, if she’s careful.”
Harry looks at
Bella, “Use the cloak if you have one, pop out if there’s any chance someone
might be able to recognize you.”
Bella nods her
head as Tom hands her a brown, full length cloak complete with hood. She quickly dons the apparel, not bothering
to hide the disgust at wearing something that obscures her identity.
Still, the group
makes its way to Gringotts without drawing any undue attention to themselves.
They wait
patiently in line, much to the sisters’ chagrin. They soon reach the teller goblin. As soon as Harry hands over his key, the
entire group is quickly escorted to a private room where an elderly goblin
greets them.
“Greetings Mr.
Potter. I’m glad you could join us on
such short notice.”
Harry asks, “What
notice sir?”
“Our records
indicate that you were sent notice three days ago to present yourself here for
the execution of the will of one Sirius Orion Black.”
“I’m afraid your
records are in error sir, I received no such notification.”
“Are you positive
Mr. Potter? Our notifications are
magically enchanted to make notice when they are opened.”
“I’m quite sure
sir. I haven’t received any owls in the
last few days except for one from the ministry.”
The goblin looks
upset as he snaps his fingers.
Instantly, a younger goblin appears next to him. “Fetch the notification book at once.”
The young goblin
nods his head before disappearing with a sharp *crack* and another *crack*
moments later announces his return.
Handing a book to the elder goblin, the youngster disappears.
The elder goblin
lays the book on the desk and quickly opens it.
He flips through the pages for a moment before finding what he’s looking
for. ”Ah here it is. Notification to Harry James Potter concerning
the execution of the will of Sirius Orion Black. Opened immediately upon reception. Required a response within five business days
or the execution would be delayed until the date specified, the twenty-first
birthday of Harry James Potter.”
Harry’s entire
expression ices over for a moment, “Perhaps sir, we should deal with the matter
of the will immediately. I suspect I
know who it was that deliberately delayed the delivery.”
“Very well Mr.
Potter.” The goblin once more snaps his
fingers and a piece of stone that looks like a flat Pensieve appears on the
desk along with a sheath of papers. “The
entire matter is relatively straight forward Mr. Potter. The deceased left a recorded message to
explain the entire matter.” With a final
snap of his fingers, the lights dim and the disk starts to glow.
Up from the stone
rises a twelve inch high image of Sirius appears. “Well Harry my boy, if you’re seeing this
then the shit is truly in the soup. I’m
guessing I’m dead, hopefully I went down fighting.
“Now Harry, I know
you well, so pay attention. MY
DIEING WAS NOT YOUR FAULT!
So don’t blame yourself. If you
had any hand in my death, then it was minimal and accidental.
“Also Harry, I’d
be remiss in my duties as your Godfather if I didn’t tell you this. Harry, I’m suffering from Igneus Cruor, the
Burning Blood. It’s a rare disease that
affects less then one in one million pure blooded wizards; and it’s only
wizards, never witches. The disease is
terminal, if you had any hand in my dieing then I should probably thank you for
the Burning Blood is a long and very painful way to go.
“Now, on to the
distribution of funds, monies, and properties.
In a word Harry, you get everything.
I’ll ask you to help keep Remus in good stead. His pride won’t let him take charity, but I’m
sure between you and Hermione you can come up with something that won’t offend
his pride.
“Next note Harry,
fifteen million galleons isn’t even a drip in the bucket for the Black family,
so I want you to make sure at least that amount finds a new home. Use it to cement your allies and hopefully
forge some new ones. If you like, you
can talk to Rupert, the goblin you should be watching this with, can help you
set up other ‘bequeaths’ in my name for such people as Remus and the Weasleys.”
Sirius’ grin becomes
positively predatory, “Also worthy of note Harry is that if you accept, then
before you leave this office, you’ll be a legal adult. All the paperwork needed for emancipation is
already in place, you’re sixteen, or close enough so as not to matter, with
access to proper resources. With one
signature Harry, you can be master of your own destiny.
“There are so many
things I want to tell you Harry but this damn thing has a limited memory and my
time’s almost up. So before I go I have
one last thing to say to you Harry.
Always fight evil Harry. That is
the cause for which James, Lily, and I gave our lives for. Fight evil by what ever means necessary, if
that means fighting by Dumbledore’s side, then so much the better. If not however, if you have to break with
Dumbledore to continue the fight against evil, then tell that old bastard to
take his carefully drawn out plans, shove ‘em up his arse and light ‘em on
fire.”
Sirius is grinning
as he starts to fade away, “Kick ass and take names Harry. I’ll see ya on the other side.” With that, the spectral form is gone.
Harry wipes a tear
from his eye as the lights come back up.
“Very well sir, if it alright, could we deal with the galleons that need
to be redistributed?”
“Easily Mr.
Potter,” Rupert says.
“Very well, here’s
how I want the monies to be redistributed, all in Sirius’ name. One million galleons to the following people;
Hermione Granger, Ronald, Ginevra, William, Charles,
Fred, George, Arthur, and Molly Weasly, an additional one million to Weasleys
Wizarding Wheezes, three million to Remus J. Lupin, one million to Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and five hundred thousand galleons a piece
for Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood should distribute the monies nicely.”
“Very well Mr.
Potter,” Rupert says as he finishes writing down Harry’s instructions. “Now, there’s another small thing the
deceased failed to mention in his recording, a small side note that if he were
to, as he put it ‘kick the bucket’ before you were of age, then you were to be
given full emancipation. All the files
and paperwork are already in place Mr. Potter, if you wish to act, the time is
now.” He pushes a piece of parchment
across the desk, “If you sign this Mr. Potter, you will be an adult in every
regard except the consumption of tobacco and alcohol.”
Harry nods his
head as he thinks for a moment, for once in his life, carefully weighing his
options. His hand is trembling as he
takes the proffered quill. A few brief
seconds later, and it is done, the parchment glows for a moment before the
emblem of the Ministry appears on it with several ribbons attached.
“Will there be
anything else Mr. Potter?”
“Yes, I’m very
curious as to what other papers you might have sent me that I didn’t
receive. As well as what type of
investigation is Gringotts going launch into how someone broke the seal without
your knowing that it wasn’t me?”
“If you’ll give me
a moment Mr. Potter, I’ll have the answer to your first question and I can
assure you, Gringotts is going to be launching a full investigation into how
our magical protections were circumvented.
We pride ourselves on the confidentiality of our clients, this breach
has severely injured our reputation and we will make sure the culprit is
brought to justice. I believe you said you
had a suspicion as to who could have perpetrated this?”
“Quite correct,
the only man who could have done this is my keeper, Albus Dumbledore.”
As soon as the
words leave Harry’s mouth, the door opens and an elderly voice says, “Did
someone say my name?” The smile that
adorns his face dies instantly at the set of glares he receives. “Is there a problem?”
Harry is the first
to respond, his entire demeanor colder than the artic, “Yes there is
professor. It would seem Gringotts sent
me a notice regarding Sirius’ will that required action in a timely manner that
I never received. One of the more
interesting facts is that according to their magical records, the notice was
opened immediately upon arrival. Would
you happen to know anything about this situation?”
Albus meets
Harry’s gaze for a few moments before he looks away, “I’m sorry Harry. Yes, I received the notice and neglected to
forward it to you. I won’t lie to you
about my intentions, but can we move this discussion to a safe location?”
Harry stands up,
managing to look regal and intimidating despite being shorter than Albus by
several inches, “Yes we may professor.
However, I came to Diagon Alley for several explicit purposes and I
shall not be dissuaded from them by the situation that you have brought down
upon yourself. As such you will remove
yourself to #12 and await my presence.
Good day sir.” With that Harry
turns back to Rupert, “Will there be anything else sir?”
“Yes, I’m afraid
that there are several more items to deal with, unfortunately, those will
require an appointment so that all the paperwork, title transfers, and other
such things can be adequately prepared.
Is there anything else *I* can do for you sir?”
“Yes, if you could
arrange for a copy of all current assets, titles, positions, etcetera to be
delivered here quickly, I would appreciate it.”
Grinning, the
goblin snaps his fingers and says, “Easily done sir.” Moments later, a rather large ledge appears
on the desk. Rupert quickly hands the
ledger to Bella. “There you go ma’am I
suspect Mr. Potter will want that reviewed in a most timely fashion. Now Mr. Potter, as I stated, there is a need
for you to return here at a preset date in order to deal with other matters
concerning your inheritance.”
“Very well sir,
will three days be sufficient?”
“Yes Mr. Potter,
three days will more than suffice.”
“Oh, and one more
thing, would it be possible to arrange a portkey directly here so we can avoid
the lobby?”
“Of course Mr.
Potter, an owl will be sent to you with the portkey and will arrive promptly at
nine am if this is acceptable.”
“Nine am in two
days is quite acceptable, good day sir.”
“Will there be
anything else sir?”
“Yes, I would like
to know if there is a means of laying hands on my gold without the need to
return here all the time.”
“Indeed there is
Mr. Potter,” Rupert snaps his fingers and a set of silk bags appear on his desk
in various colors. “These are Bottomless
Money Bags. While not quite bottomless,
they allow you to access your cash monies from anywhere. You simply think of the amount you want,
reach in, and the money will appear in you hand. It will only work at up to five hundred
galleons and will only work for you Mr. Potter.
If you’d please pick a color, we can finalize this.”
Stunned, Harry
selects a simple black bag, Rupert picks up the bag and says, “Key
please.” When Harry relinquishes his
key, Rupert flips the bag upside down, on the bottom is the Gringotts crest and
a keyhole. He presses the key against
the hole and it quickly disappears, “There you go Mr. Potter, when you need to
access your vault directly, then a Gringotts goblin will be able to retrieve
your key. Is there anything else?”
“No sir, and thank
you for all your help.” Harry turns to
Cissa, “Well my dear, what did you wish to do here?”
“Well master, my
sister and I wished to visit Ollivanders, as wands select their users based on
their personalities, it might be advantageous to acquire new wands.”
Harry nods his
head, “Very well then. Bella, your
cloak.”
Dismay once more
etched in her face, Bella once more draws up the cloak to obscure her face.
The five walk out
to the lobby where Albus promptly Disapparates after Harry glares at him for a
moment.
The quartet moves
to Ollivanders without any trouble, though when they step in, the old man
instantly turns and draws his wand. He
draws a bead on Bella for a moment; he stares at her for several seconds before
sheathing his wand. “Ah, Missus’ Black,
I see you’ve changed since last I knew.
I hope you can forgive my reaction.
Now, I see you need new wands.
Perhaps…”
And thus begins
the routine search for a wand for each of the ladies as minor, and on occasion
not so minor, mishaps occur. For example
when Bella tried the Holly wand with Unicorn hair, 13” long, three rows of wands
were knocked down.
Finally though,
the small group leaves the wand makers shop with two new wands and Cissa makes
a rather strange request, “Master, would you mind if I slipped off and did some
shopping on my own? There’s a surprise
we wanted to arrange.”
Harry looks at her
for a moment before nodding his consent.
Cissa skips off
merrily as the other three make their way around the Alley. When ever they enter a shop, Bella peels off
and waits outside rather than risk having to abandon her master. They accomplish next to nothing of importance
over the course of the next hour when Cissa returns, magically appearing at
Harry’s side, carry a medium sized, non-descript box.
“Thank you master,
my shopping is done.”
Harry nods and
quickly collects Bella. Tonks produces the
silk rope once more and the four of them feel the jerk behind the navel.
Moments later,
they once more appear in the entry hall of #12.
“Bella, go find
Albus and bring him to the library; Cissa, I’d appreciate it if you could
arrange refreshments and Tonks, there’s a house elf here under sentence of
death, find him.”
Both Bella and
Cissa nod their heads and set about their tasks while Tonks looks at Harry
dumbstruck for a moment.
“Oh, Tonks, I’m
sorry, I was rude, would you please find Kreatcher, but please don’t kill him,
I want to take care of that myself.”
Tonks hesitantly
nods her head and makes for the kitchen while Harry heads towards the library.
Harry arrives to
find the library devoid of life so he begins to peruse the books and he finds Sex Alica: Servus secus and its
decedents by Intorqueo Fossor. Harry
quickly pulls the book from the shelf and continues his browsing. A few books down, he finds another
interesting book Walking the line: Using
Dark spells for Light Purposes by Charles Pane. Harry pulls this book as the door opens and
Bella calls out, “Announcing Albus Dumbledore.”
Albus walks into
the room looking only slightly old.
“Ah Harry, looking
for some interesting reading?”
Harry glares for a
moment before taking one of the chairs in the room, “Now, I believe you were
going to explain to me exactly why you tried to interfere with the execution of
Sirius’ Will.”
Albus moves across
the room as Cissa enters carrying a try with tea and biscuits on it. She sets the tray on the table and then walks
to stand to the right of Harry’s chair while Bella walks to the left.
“Harry you have to
understand, I’m trying to comply with your wish for a normal life as much as is
possible so I decided to withhold the letter for a few more days.”
Harry looks Albus
straight in the eye, “Don’t lie to me old man.
You were trying to control my life as you have for the last fifteen
years. Now tell me the truth or this
interview is at its end.”
Albus sighs, “Very
well Harry. I was terrified that you
would take the money, the power, and everything else and decide to strike off
on your own; that you would deny the Order the use of the Black family
properties; that the power would go to your head and corrupt you like it did
Tom.”
“Good, now that
wasn’t very hard now was it? For now
though, I grant the Order of the Phoenix permission to use #12 Grimmauld Place
until further notice. Also, if you could
arrange for Dobby and Winky to be sent here I’d appreciate it. I wish to employ both of them at reasonable
wages.”
Albus smiles,
“Very well Harry. It will be as you
request. Will there be anything else
Harry?”
“Yes, when’s the
next Order meeting, I will be attending.”
“Harry, please…”
“Albus, you and I
both know that I’m the only one who can finally ace Tommy boy, thus I’d like to
know what he’s up to.”
“Very well Harry,
the next meeting is in a week's time. I
can’t make any guarantees, but you’ll be given the chance to make your case.”
“I suppose that’s
the best I can ask for.”
“Thank you Harry,
now if you’ll excuse me, I shall send Dobby and Winky here immediately.”
“Very well, good
day Albus.”
“Good day Harry,”
the ancient mage says before disappearing.
“Now,” Harry says,
“where’s Tonks?”
Tonks steps
through the door, “Right here Harry.”
“Did you find the
little shit?”
“Sorry, he seems
to have disappeared.”
“Don’t worry about
it, he’ll turn up in time.”
Just then there’s
a pair of sharp cracks and all four instantly have their wands leveled against
the intruders.
“Bad Dobby, bad
bad Dobby, Dobby frightened Harry Potter.”
“DOBBY FREEZE!”
The house elf
stops as he’s about to bash his head against the fireplace.
Harry continues in
a normal voice, “Dobby, if you wish to work for me, I must insist that you stop
punishing yourself for every little deed.
I’ll let you know if you’ve upset me and how to make things right.”
Dobby looks at
Harry, his eyes even wider than normal, “Mister Harry Potter sir would actually
be willing to have Dobby as his own house elf sir?”
“No Dobby, but I’m
willing to hire your services. The pay
is 1 galleon per week and that’s not open for negotiations with a work schedule
the same as the one at Hogwarts. Are the
terms acceptable Dobby?”
“Yes sir mister
Harry Potter sir, you’re most generous sir.”
“Very good Dobby,
now Winky will you accept the same terms?”
The female house
elf looks down at her feet, “Master is no need to be paying Winky; Winky is
good elf; Winky just wants to serve a good family.”
Harry studies the
elf for several seconds before he thinks to himself, “Hermione is gonna kill me
for this one.”
“Winky, I know you
want to serve a good family, so I’ll offer you the opportunity to serve
mine. I’ll accept you into my service
effective immediately if you wish.”
Winky looks at
Harry, “Would sir take Winky as a proper house elf?”
“Yes Winky I
would.”
From the look on
her face, Harry could have just given her the entire world on a silver platter
and she wouldn’t be as happy. She snaps
her fingers and her dress is replaced with a tea cozy while her dress is magically
in Harry’s hands.
Dobby says, “What
is masters first order?”
“First off, you’re
my friends first so call me Harry and second, get this house cleaned up. There are infestations every where. I’m also going to see about completely
redecorating the house, but for now, get down the elf heads in the hall and get
this place spotless. Oh and look out for
Kreatcher. He’s insane and very
dangerous; if you find him, I want you to restrain him. Now will you be needing anything?”
“No sir, master
Harry sir. Hows should we be’s getting
in touch with master Harry sir should anything come up sir?”
Harry looks at
Cissa, “I’m sure you can arrange something.”
Cissa nods before
going and whispering something in Dobby’s ear.
“Yes ma’am master
Harry Potter’s slave ma’am.”
Harry glares at
Cissa and says, “I don’t know what you told him and I don’t think I want to
know what you told him. Now I believe
you wanted to visit Malfoy Manor today, is this correct?”
Bella looks Cissa
in the eye for several seconds before the blonde says, “Yes master I did. Originally I’d planned to go alone but the
more I think about it the more of a bad idea it seems. So I was wondering if you would be willing to
accompany me to the Manor.”
Harry nods and
Cissa grabs one of the teacups and quietly casts a spell. All of them grab the cup and soon they are on
their way to Malfoy Manor.
The group lands in
a large entrance hall, the floor tiled marble and the walls spotless, a pair of
beautiful staircases give access to the upper levels.
Cissa leads them
up to the second floor and straight to her room. As soon as the door is closed, Bella grabs
her master by the shirt and pulls him into a soul searing kiss.
When the two
finally separate, Cissa is completely naked and Tonks is standing there with a
shocked look on her face.
Bella says,
“Master, my punishment will be up in five minutes. So I’d like to ask a sexual favour from you.”
Harry can barely
nod his head as he’s so light headed.
Bella quickly
strips down to the buff while her sister sets about doing the same to
Harry. When all three are naked, Cissa
says, “Mind if I warm him up for you sister?”
Bella giggles, “Of
course sister, since I get the main course.”
Cissa giggles as
she takes her master’s semi-hard length into her mouth and starts to gently
apply suction as she pushes her face towards his crotch.
***
Just down the hall
from Cissa’s room, Draco’s sitting at his desk reading up on some very nasty
curses when he hears the door to his mothers room close.
Wondering where
she’s been for the last few days, Draco leaves his room and heads towards his
parents’ bedroom to say hello to him mum and give her a hug.
When he opens the
door however, his heart almost stops beating.
His mother is on her knees with Potter’s cock in her mouth while his
aunt Beatrix is sitting on the bed, completely naked, and fingering her cunt,
while his cousin stands to the side watching the whole scene play out.
When Potter turns
his head to look at him and say, “Hiya Draco,” Draco’s world suddenly goes dark
and he falls to the ground.
Harry looks at the
unconscious form of his school foe, “Tonks could you take Draco back to his
room?”
Tonks casts a
spell on Draco’s limp form while Cissa slips Harry’s cock out of her mouth long
enough to tell Tonks which room Draco belongs in and then returns to her oral
service.
After a minute
Tonks walks back into the room and sees Bella lying on the bed impatiently
rubbing her crotch as her sister slowly teases their master. With a grunt, Harry grabs two fists full of
blonde hair and releases his seed into Cissa’s willing mouth. Bella watches enviously as Cissa’s throat
rhythmically contracts and releases.
After Harry’s
finished, he releases Cissa’s head. He’s
at half mast when Bella purrs, “Master.”
Harry looks over
and sees the raven haired witch bend over the side of the bed, her ass high in
the air.
The tone of her
voice is enough to get Harry hard again as she says, “Remember that favor I
asked for, will you still grant it to me?”
“Ah, sure what do
you want?”
"my lord for
too long I have been denied having my full sexual pleasure, please my lord I
need to be sodomized."
Harry can but gape
in shock. “You want me to…”
“Fuck me up my
arse master, yes.”
Harry looks at
Cissa who’s grinning widely, when he arches his eyebrow, she nods her head.
Harry walks
towards Bella hesitantly, “Alright Bella, but I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Bella reaches
behind her and spreads her asscheeks, “Relax master, it’s just like normal with
a few minor exceptions.”
When Harry is
directly behind her, Bella continues, “Alright master, place the tip of your
cock against my asshole.”
Bella shivers in
anticipation as she feels her master’s cock head press against her backdoor.
“Now master, you
press forward firmly but be very careful.
Though it doesn’t matter with either me or my sister, if you go too
quickly you’ll hurt the woman.”
Harry starts to
press his hips forward, being mindful of Bella’s warning. When the tip of his cock finally manages to
enter Bella’s rectum, both moan in pleasure.
For Harry he can’t remember ever feeling anything so pleasant; Bella’s
ass is tighter and hotter than anything he can remember.
“Oh master, that
feels so good. Now, keep pressing
forward until you’re buried in me completely.
I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
Harry’s
desperately fighting for control as he pushes his way into Beatrix. His control is nearly exhausted by the time
his balls come to rest against Bella’s cunt.
“Oh Merlin master,
you feel so good. Now you just shag me
like normal.”
Harry pulls back
until just his crown is still in Bella and then pushes forward again. By the time Harry’s all the way back in both
he and Bella are right on the brink.
When Harry begins to pull out, Bella shrieks as she orgasms; the spasms
around his dick are too much for Harry and he shoots his load into to Bella.
Harry slumps down
on top of Bella for a moment before regaining his senses. After he pulls out, she turns around and
drops to her knees. She places a kiss on
each of his feet, “Thank you master; that was the most intense orgasm of my
life.”
“Ok,” Harry’s
voice is very hesitant as he turns to Cissa; the blonde’s face is completely
flushed and Harry can see moisture running down the inside of her thigh. “Cissa, can you get what you wanted
quickly? I’d rather be out of here
quickly.”
Cissa nods her
head and sets bout retrieving small personal affects while Harry and Bella
quickly get dressed. As Cissa’s about to
leave the room, Harry clears his throat.
“Cissa, you might want to get dressed.”
Blushing again,
Cissa dons her robes and leaves the room.
Tonks is standing
in the corner trying to process what she’s just seen. She thinks to herself, “Alright, let’s review
what just happened. First Aunt Bella
grabbed Harry and kissed him hard. While
that was happening, Aunt Narcissa stripped naked. After that Aunt Cissa stripped Harry while
Aunt Bella divested herself of her clothing.
Once all three were naked, Aunt Cissa proceeded to give Harry a blow job
that was only temporarily suspended by her son’s appearance. She showed no more concern for her son then
making sure I put him back in the proper room.
When I got back, Aunt Cissa had just finished with Harry and Aunt Bella
begged Harry to butt fuck her. Then Aunt
Bella had to walk him through the process so he must be new to this. Then he actually managed to make Aunt Bella
orgasm from being sodomized.” Tonks
blushes at the thought. “He must be one
hell of a lover.”
Meanwhile Cissa
quickly walks to the manor’s library and pulls several books starting with The
Noble Houses of Wizarding Britain. The
rest of the books are on various subjects including potions and dark
magics. Before returning to her master,
Cissa opens the book on the Wizarding families.
She flips through and finds the coat of arms for the Potter family. The crest is a simple crossed sword and wand
on top of a shield in green and red.
Cissa produces her
wand and casts a charm on the disk of her choker, altering it to the proper
coat of arms.
Gathering up her
books, Cissa shrinks them and puts them in her pocket before she returns to her
master, “I’ve got everything together master.
We can leave whenever you wish.”
“Tonks, the
portkey?”
Tonks reaches into
her robe and pulls out the silk robe.
Everyone grabs a hold of the robe and moments later, they land in
Harry’s room at #4.
Cissa says, “My
lord, I’ll go and see about arranging food if that’s alright.”
Cissa disappears
out the door to have a very pointed discussion with Petunia.
While Cissa sets
about doing her task, Harry sits down at the table and invites the other two to
join him. “Bella, when Cissa gets back I
want you two to go over the entire ledger with a fine tooth comb. Find each and every advantage that I can use
against both the Ministry and Dumbledore if needed.”
Meanwhile,
elsewhere in the house, nefarious plans are being laid concerning Harry Potter.
A/N: Until next
time.
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