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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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Author's note: This chapter may be riddled with errors, as I've just written it up and posted without much review. Please forgive me. I'll update the story with an edited version of this (and likely earlier) chapters at a later date.

Tuesday morning found the wealth of the student body gathered in the entrance hall outside the closed doors of the Great Hall. Nearest the door, the most brightly garbed students stood in pairs, each male prefect escorting a highborne witch demurely clad from head to toe in house colours, faces obscured by animal masks. The girls walked beside and slightly behind the left shoulders of the boys as they moved. The remaining black-clad students pooled behind the upper ranks. At the back of the group, eyes downcast and expressions ranging from grim to afraid, stood the lowly slaves dressed in their uniforms which were indistinguishable from the regular students’ while wearing their overcloaks.
The heavy oak door to the Great Hall swung outwards, displacing the students standing nearest. From within the brightly lit room walked Professor McGonagall and a pale faced, wide-shouldered man.
The ancient, stately witch looked down her nose at the gathered children who immediately quieted and looked from her to the man next to her. “Good morning students. This is Mr. Antonin Dolohov, Hogwarts’ new caretaker and groundskeeper. Together we shall be handing out class schedules and other assignments before you are seated for breakfast.” She waved her wand and two stacks of papers appeared, floating midair beside her and Dolohov.
“Prefects, please step forward first with your charges. Once you have your schedules, proceed to the front of your house tables.” The students moved back to make room for the prefect pairs, who lined up in queue before each teacher. When then first pair reached McGonagall —Draco Malfoy leading Astoria Greengrass— she pointed her wand at the paper stack, then reached for the top sheaf, handing it to Draco. Dolohov then handed him a second parchment with Astoria’s schedule. The girl made no motion to collect it herself.
The remaining male prefects proceeded this way with their female peers. Gryffindor prefect Percy Weasley was trailed by whispers as he led his little sister Ginny along beside him with a firm grip on her lead. He accepted their schedules with a respectful “thank you, professors” before guiding Ginny through the doors and up the aisle to sit at the head of Gryffindor table, nearest the empty staff platform.
Shortly all the school prefects and their accompanying pureblood witches were seated, and the two professors motioned for the regular students to form two queues next. Finally, when the last halfblood student had been seated, McGonagall turned to the smaller group of slaves standing in the cold hall. There were no Slytherins among them.
“As for the rest of you, your schedules are not based on the regular house classes. Some of you will be assigned to the same location and duties daily, while others will be left available for requests and transfers as needed. It shall depend on the needs of the staff and students day to day. Firstly, all badger slaves please come forward.”
Several black and yellow clad boys and girls took steps away from the group, including Justin Finch-Fletchly and Zacharias Smith.
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“You shall report immediately to your assigned stations in the prefect washrooms.” She levitated several schedules through the air and into their hands. They each looked down at the sheets, then at each other.
“Quickly now! There will be house elves present to get you settled in. Off you go!” She shooed them with a hand, and they slowly moved off as a group.
“Ravens, normally you will be stationed in the library under the supervision of Madame Pince, however unlike your Hufflepuff contemporaries, you will also attend meals together with the Slytherin and Gryffindor slaves. Gryffindors will be individually assigned for class time.” She waved more schedules over to the remaining slaves.
“Mr. Dolohov will direct you from here, I must return to the staff table.” She turned sharply, nodded at the smirking man beside her and re-entered the hall, shutting the door behind her.
Dolohov crossed him arms and looked over the remaining gathered bodies. “Listen up, slave scum. Shut your holes and pay attention.” He scowled at two girls who quickly stopped talking and turned to face him.
“You are not students any longer, you are the property of this school, here to aid those worthy to attend; to improve their lives with your convenient service. Forget your pride and leave behind your childish sensibilities. You will be not be treated fairly here, you will be used as seen fit by your betters, and no complaints shall be considered. You will do exactly as a staff member or prefects tell you with utmost haste. You will do the same for the regular students, as long as their requests do not contradict your orders from staff or prefects. You will no longer use your given names, nor indeed shall you speak without permission in front of anyone other than fellow slaves. You shall be called by the animal avatars of your patron house. You shall be raven, badger and lion slaves to the students and staff. Myself and many others may prefer to call you what you are: mudblood scum, lowly cock sheaths, piss holes… the like. You will answer to any name you are called, but not your family or first names: if you are called by your old name, you will politely ignore it. If you are called to answer a question, you will address your betters as ‘master’ if they are men. You are not permitted to speak with highborne witches of any rank, other than female professors whom you shall call ‘mistress’. Understood, slaves?”
The slaves stood straight and spoke a soft “yes, master” as a group.
“Good. All of you were given special potions by the headmaster yesterday evening. For most of you, these are gentle compulsion potions which have additionally enhanced your bodies for your roles. These potions were tailor made for each of you at great cost to the school. As such, you will not steal food from the school tables unless it is given to you. The potions will provide you bare minimum levels of sustenance, and you will likely be full from your mealtime duties anyway. Any nutrients you don’t receive in the course of your work will be delivered to your dormitories at curfew.
“Now! Ravens first, then lions. Single line, eyes on the floor. When you enter the Great Hall, you will proceed to the head your house table, then you will kneel and crawl beneath the table, moving down until until all slaves have done so. You will then provide relief to the male students in order of rank until they are satisfied and release you. You will not touch any female students. As you finish with one, you will move along until you reach the end of the table: then you will quietly stand and move to the head of the next House table, proceeding under it until those students are satisfied as well. Ravens will continue with the Hufflepuffs, lions with the Slytherins. When you either reach the last student or the meal period is over, you will exit from the back end of the table and proceed ahead of the student body out of the hall, and on to your next assignment. Understood, cum-dumps?”
“Yes, master,” the group intoned compliantly, eyes to the floor.
“Good. Now, you won’t be needing your cloaks during meals, so hang them here in this cupboard before you enter the Great Hall. Also collect your mealtime straps from the drawer just there.” He gestured to a new looking wood cabinet set into the wall near the door. A long metal rod and hangers waited inside, empty.
Knowing what they did and did not wear beneath their cloaks, the slaves shifted uncomfortably as they moved to do as told. The first student to remove her cloak was a third year with a nose ring and glasses named Henrietta Alderton. As the blue trimmed fabric slipped off her shoulders, Dolohov swept his eyes appreciatively down her form. She wore nothing on her body at all, but her arms were wrapped in blue woollen sleeves, and her feet and legs were clad in white socks with oversized frills that brushed against her dark pussy hair, and blue silk bows holding them up. Her wrists and ankles were cinched with copper bands joined by delicate chains. Her nipples and clit were pierced through with copper rings, which were also joined by a fine chain in the shape of a ‘y’.
She timidly hung her cloak on a blue hanger and bent over to pull a gag from the drawer below. It was a simply black leather strap holding a plain silver ring. Confused, she looked to Dolohov. He grinned malevolently and snatched it from her hands. With one fist he pried open her mouth and inserted the ring behind her teeth, fastening the strap behind her head. The girl gaped up at him in shock as she began to drool. “Good, wait by the door: today you’ll prepare first and enter as one.”
The next raven slave was an older boy, and beneath his cloak he wore a close variation on the design of Harry’s uniform: ass and crotch-less chaps, nipples joined by a chain, semi-erect cock encased and lanced with copper, and hands and feet bound in shackles. His ass did not have any obvious insertion. He grabbed and donned the gag without the assistance of the cruel and imposing caretaker.
One at a time, and more quickly as they observed those before them, the slaves stripped out of their cloaks and strapped on their ring gags. Their uniforms were all similar, with a few differences making each unique. They boys all wore pants that aired their ass and privates, and all had rigid sheaths on their cocks, jutting them out and up proudly in a curious group display. The girls all had pierced nipples and clits with joining chains, and they all wore the tall white socks that reached their pussies. Some slaves of both genders had obvious anal plugs with coloured gems peeking out from their cheeks. Various piercings, ropes and chains in house colours decorated the group. All wore chained shackles and collars with glowing tags.
Harry was last in line, just behind the first year lion slave twins. After he strapped the ring into his mouth, Dolohov held up his hand and motioned Harry to stay still. He pointed his wand at Harry’s chest, and conjured a shiny gold nameplate to hang around his neck. It was thin and long, and lay across his chest just below his nipples, with large, glowing red letters proclaiming for all to see ‘The Boy Who Lived to Serve”.
“Much better, slave. Join the others.”

Ron was seated between Ginny and Fred near the head of the Gryffindor table. The staff table was filling up with teachers and their slaves, but Dolohov had yet to usher in the school slaves. Ron was looking forward to his first ever breakfast at Hogwarts as a pureblood prefect. He shifted the weight of the mantle on his shoulders to mask another glance at his sister sitting silently beside him. Percy was resting her leather lead across his lap instead of gripping it. Ron’s fingers itched to tug on it: she was /his/ sister, he thought. He was allowed to touch her!
He moved a hand from his leg towards her beneath the table, but the loud clang of the entrance doors startled him and drew his attention to the procession of naked school slaves currently trodding into view.
They split into two groups, moving up the aisles with their gazes on the floor. As they reached the staff platform, they turned and dropped one by one beneath the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables. Ron stared as more than a dozen boys and girls dipped from view just a few yards away. Denis Creevey went first, and Ron felt him brush by his feet beneath the table. By the time the two firsties who looked related stepped up for their turn, Ron noticed Harry at the end of the line. His best friend was looking flushed and embarrassed, but his nipples were hard points on his chest beneath the sign hanging from his neck, and blood was beginning to swell visibly in his painfully bound cock. Ron stared unabashed as his near nude friend dropped to his knees and crawled to where Percy and Cormac McLaggen were seated at the end of the table.
Finally all the slaves had disappeared from sight, and the headmaster called for breakfast with a wave. At his motion, the tables were piled high with food, and the students happily dug in. Beneath the tables, the slaves each turned towards their first students of the day.
Ron felt small hands gently grip his knees. He jolted slightly in his seat before noticing the other prefects and students near him all looked similarly distracted. He reached down, pulled aside his outer robe and unbuttoned his trousers, letting his semi-soft penis fall out. The hands on his knees moved away and were replaced by a hot mouth sucking his limp prick into the wet cavern. Ron moaned as blood rushed to his cock, doubling its length. He was proud of his cock size: it may not be as large as their father’s, but all the Weasley boys had large cocks from an ancient family enhancement ritual, performed when they were born.
Ron reached down and grabbed the head of the slave currently sucking wetly on him, and pushed his growing length further through the metal ring and down into their throat. The hair gripped in his hands was long and fine. He’d pumped the head a few times when he heard a choking gurgle come from his lap. He shoved the slave off him with a huff.
“Mine can’t take my cock without spitting up all over me. Swap with me,” he told Percy, sitting next to him. Percy opened his eyes which had fallen shut in pleasure and looked at Ron. “Mouth too small, perhaps? I can work with that, sure.” He picked up his sister’s reins and reached his other arm below to push the slave currently occupying his spot towards Ronald. Ron felt his slave back away, a momentary shuffling below the table, then another mouth engulfed him suddenly. This time, the head pushed forward on its own, taking his full length in one stroke and swallowing rhythmically around his shaft.
Ron sighed in relief and set about loading his plate with breakfast. “Thanks,
Perce. This one feels much better.”
Next to him, Percy was roughly forcing his even larger cock into the small, harshly gagging slave between his legs. He replaced Ginny’s lead across his lap, then opened this morning’s issue of the Daily Prophet and sipped his morning tea, smiling to himself whenever he heard another choking sound beneath him.
“You’re right, Ron, this one can’t do it without gagging,” he said with a smirk. “How improper.”

Harry kneeled on the hard stone floor beneath the splayed legs of the Gryffindor prefect at the end of the table. He had at first touched the student’s knee with a hand, then leaned forward when the legs had opened and an erect member sprung from soft trousers. The cock fit smoothly through the gag ring and over his stroking tongue, but when it reached the back of Harry’s throat, he paused as the wide head pushed at the back of his throat. Several rocking glides later and he successfully impaled himself on the large endowment, popping the head past the bend and beginning to swallow around it since he could not suck with his lips.
After a few minutes, a hand pushed him off suddenly and shoved him over towards the male student next to him. Harry looked in that direction indicated, and saw the smaller female twin crying while looking at him. She pointed at him, then herself, indicating they should switch places. Harry leaned back and carefully moved around her and the pureblood witch sitting between the two wizards. He took up position at the next student, who’s cock was already hard and wet from the girls’s efforts. It was still large, but not so large as the last one. Wincing in sympathy for the first year girl, he wasted no time and quickly sunk down around the new cock, taking it in all at once. He settled comfortably and began to work the shaft with his throat and tongue. The body above him slumped in relaxation.
Many minutes later, the balls resting against his chin began to tighten and pulse, and Harry moaned in surprise when warm ejaculate flooded into his throat as he continued to swallow. When it stopped, Harry pulled away. The cock slowly softened until it was tucked back into the prefect’s trousers with a careless motion. Harry looked on for a moment, unsure what to do, when he remembered to move down the table. As he leapfrogged past the other performing slaves, he came across only two more students who desired to be sucked. The first was done quickly and the second didn’t even finish before pushing Harry off and beckoning for another slave.
Harry was not the first to reach the foot of the table, so when he exited from under it and stood, he briefly looked up and saw two other red-clad lion slaves who had nearly reached the Slytherin table. He quickly moved to follow them, keeping his eyes on the flagstones beneath his feet. Shortly he reached the end where the Slytherin prefects sat, and several dark laughs and taunts were aimed at him.
“Look, Slytherins. It’s the Boy Who Lived to drink jizz.”
“Hope he’s a better cocksucker than he is a hero.”
“I’ve got some breakfast tea for him.”
“10 galleons says he’s actually been gay for Weasley all this time.”
Harry ignored the jibes and sunk again to his knees. The first lap he came to was already splayed in anticipation. The long, thin and pale cock jutted up from the deep black silk trousers in an arousing way, Harry thought as his balls clenched and his own cock bobbed in desperation. He took a deep breath through his nose, catching the musky scent of the boy, before taking the tip of the cock into his mouth. As soon as he popped it it, the shaft jerked and Harry felt his mouth filling with warm, bitter fluid. He realized immediately that the student was pissing into his mouth, and after quickly deciding there was nothing else to do if he didn’t want to spill all over the prefect’s lap, he pushed the gushing cock down his throat and let gravity take the piss to his stomach.
Once the cock stopped leaking, a hand held Harry’s head back as the other wiped the cock dry on Harry’s face. Harry was then pushed to the next student, who quickly pulled him forcefully onto his cock, pumping in and out for a long time. Harry’s back and neck were aching from the rough facefucking when the student finally pulled back and came just inside his mouth, making him taste the spunk as it swirled on his tongue. Not a moment later the cock pushed back in, coating itself in spunky lube and piercing Harry’s throat once more. After a few more spurts, the student then began to piss into Harry’s throat just like the last one.
There must be a memo going around the Slytherin table, thought Harry as he patiently waited for the boy to finish. And indeed, the remaining Slytherins seemed to have caught onto something, as six more of them relieved their bladders into Harry’s stomach without even orgasming, and several others did both.
Finally Harry looked down the table where no students remained: he was the last slave. He tiredly crawled along the remaining distance, distended belly full of piss and cum swaying heavily under him. When he exited and stood from the end, jeers, whistles and cheers were shouted down the table at him as he left the Great Hall.
He unstrapped his gag when he reached the cupboard, and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He pulled down his cloak and withdrew his schedule from an inside pocket. His daily periods were all filled from breakfast to dinner with the same entry: Staff Room. Donning his cloak, Harry burrowed into the warm fabric before sighing quietly to himself and heading down the hall towards his next assignment.
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