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Magical Maturity	By : Jim_Ohki Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 46214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Disclaimer: I make no claims at ownership of any copyrighted characters, places or events used herein. The only thing I make a claim to is this fic, which originated in my head and any original characters created by me herein. The following was made for public consumption at zero profit, and is not for sale except to the owning companies. Yes, I dream big.

Special Notes: With the mayhem of the Admins of ffnet I have also posted to Adult FanFiction the unedited version of my works. Some have complained about the crack getting to be too much. My only justification is that all fan-fiction authors are off our rockers, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to come up with these different plot vehicles.

I’m proud to be crazy, how about you?

Beyond that, wait for it. Nothing is free, after all.

Magical Maturity, Arc One Part Eight

By: (Driver) Jim Ohki

0645; Friday; September 2, 1994; Hogwarts Seventh Floor near Gryffindor Tower

Breakfast was underway, yet not a single Gryffindor could be found in the Great Hall. Being that it was still rather early that wasn’t so much of a surprise; there were only a few from the House of Lions that could crawl out of bed this early on a non-school day. What would earn the attention of the other Houses was that the students of Godric’s House weren’t still in bed; rather, they had been on their way down when a bizarre scene came into being. As those in the front of the rush stopped to watch, they clogged the corridor forcing the other members of their House to stop jamming traffic completely.

The cause of the latest bout of mayhem happened to be the youngest pair of Weasleys. The two had hoped to avoid the crush of their peers for a change; instead, they became a spectacle.

Ron had been bent over the legs of a suit of armor that looked like it was sitting, in a chair, in the middle of the corridor and was getting his bared bum tanned while his junk swung in the breeze. While that was embarrassing -he couldn’t focus on the fact his, ahem; little, secret was out-, it was nothing as to what was going on not too far from his face.

Ginny was in a similar position, having been captured by another set of armor that had promptly taken her over its knee, baring her knickerless backside to the world -which earned a few shrieks from the onlookers, being exposed to . . . that- and getting ‘disciplined’ for all and sundry to see.

One would wonder just what the special occasion was. As it turned out -thus, the reason for the traffic jam- the two getting their hind-ends introduced to steel hands apparently liked the treatment. It was public humiliation of the worst sort as both neared the limits of their endurance; Ginny surprised those that watched, having better willpower than her brother. This was evidenced by the mediocre -yet easy to identify- dots of white on the floor.

Harry, Hermione, Parvati -with her tagalong Lavender-, Alicia, Angelina and Katie had muscled their way to the front of the gawking crowd, losing patience with their Housemates. This put them in position for the grand finale of Ginny’s control.

With a scream that morphed into a moan -Harry ignored that it sounded like his name- the youngest Weasley reached the Clouds and Rain. This took on a literal meaning for her -and her slack-jawed brother, who had looked up at the noise- as she performed her imitation of a hosepipe. Her fine motor control was shot straight to hell as her limbs twitched in various directions from the power of her orgasm. Clear, viscous fluid shot out of her in torrents, going the only direction it could.

Ron -being extra slow this morning as he had yet to eat- lay there in the lap of the armor staring at his sister’s backside, mouth wide open, as she hosed his face -literally.

The reaction from the crowd of onlookers was predictable. Most simply returned to the Tower, convinced that what had just seared its way into permanent memory was a bad dream -or the Twins were getting started early with hallucinogenics this year. Most of the First and Second Years were utterly confused as to the goings on, instead reacting as any preteen would. Their shouts of outrage and disgust echoed off of the walls, almost drowning out the few who exclaimed that the happenings were amazing.

“What the-?” Hermione nearly swore in surprise, not knowing how a thirteen year old could do . . . what she’d just witnessed. Minor frustration also set in as the biology question zipped through her mind, drawing blanks as she’d put off learning Secondary-level Mundane sciences.

“That . . . is just wrong,” Harry had turned his head to look at a portrait -seven animated dogs playing poker, the Jack Russell Terrier apparently winning the round- not wanting to having anything to do with the scene ten feet away.

“Gross,” Lavender, being herself, made her opinion of the matter known. She, like her fellow gossip Parvati, hated anything involving anything that didn’t involve cleanliness, neatness, or clothes.

“Suddenly, I’m not hungry,” Katie looked green, even though she couldn’t seem to move her eyes away from the goings-on.

Then Ron reacted in the expected manner. Those that hadn’t fled were treated to him tossing his dinner all over Ginny’s bum, even as her massive orgasm finally slowed down. By the time he was reduced to dry-heaves the pair made for an awful sight; Ginny with her back-lower half covered in vomit while Ron’s skin, being covered in clear fluid, reflected the light from various sources.

“I’m going to pretend this,” Harry shook his head, a quick Tempus revealing the time as seven fifteen, “last half hour of my life didn’t exist. Of all the times we could actually use Lockhart . . .”

Hermione got the reference to the DADA teacher of two years previous while the remaining crowd that had heard him were confused.

“Right,” he marched on, absentmindedly waving a hand at the mess in the corridor. While he and Filch never saw eye-to-eye -frankly, nobody did- he was too nice a person to create more work for the man. That, and the only way to the staircase by the configuration of the Castle this morning was this hallway. Having cleaned a path through the mayhem of the youngest Weasleys -Ginny, still unable to move had yet to cover herself- he led the group on.

“How-?” came from five different female voices, eyes wide in disbelief. Due to the chaos on the Express they hadn’t noticed when he had performed wandless magic.

“Ah,” his response was sheepish, right hand going up to scratch at his cheek, “I, ah . . . don’t need a wand anymore. Not since my Maturity unexpectedly hit, at any rate.”

“So, where is your wand?” Hermione had been wanting to know for some time and hadn’t asked out of propriety. Now that the topic was breached, she had no such reservations.

“Don’t rightly know,” he glared at the staircase that had just moved away. None of them noticed that it returned to where it needed to be as if commanded. “When Dobby told me about my magic going haywire I had a random thought about foci -how they aid control- and grabbed it. Next thing I know I’m waking up without it.”

There were winces behind his person as the implications of his statement worked its way through their minds. From what they had just learned Harry Potter inadvertently turned his entire body into a wand, which was a highly illegal thing to do according to the Ministry. Hermione was quick to put voice to that, causing him to stop in his tracks to look at them.

“It’s all about control,” his glare pinned them to the spot. “Those in charge realize there’s so many things they can’t keep in line, so they ban it. Wandless magic is more a descriptor of what I can now do, because no wand is visible. If something were to happen and the DMLE wanted to check it they couldn’t. I could do anything and unless I was seen doing it nobody would ever know. So, the Ministry in its’ infinite wisdom, outlawed holding a foci while undergoing the final stages of Maturity and spun tales of wandless magic as myth.”

“There’s other things too,” he had turned around and continued his march to the Great Hall. “that the Miscreants of Magic try to shove into the annals of history. Alchemy, Blood Magic of any variety, Battle/Combat Magic . . . they even restrict public Spell Creation to their own employees. Say you found a way to cast a Reducto amplified by a factor of eight by changing the wand motion, the enunciation or what have you. So long that you never taught it to anybody, people would just assume you were powerful like that. If you did teach it to others, somebody would talk and the Ministry would promptly serve you to the Veil as ‘a threat to society’ after they label you Dark. They don’t like anything that steps on the toes of their control.”

The troop continued down the stairs in silence, thinking about what he had imparted onto them. As they reached the ground floor did the lack of noise coming from the Great Hall pique their interest.

Rechecking the time, raising an eyebrow that it was just before seven thirty, Harry prepared for anything.

The Hall was packed with the rest of the student body, even if none were being their usual loud selves. Given that around half of them were still getting over being exposed to Dementor’s Aura that was completely understandable.

At the Staff Table, the chairs of the Head and Potion master were empty. This earned the group’s attention as that meant something was afoot. The pair rarely missed meals together, one being the tagalong to the other. Which way that went had been the subject of debate for some time.

“This is strange,” Hermione whispered, not wanting to break the silence. Her voice carried further than she believed as several students perked up to listen -even if they didn’t turn in her direction.

“You’re telling me,” Parvati barely moved her lips, also keeping the noise level down as she looked around. “This place is usually so alive with friends talking about their summers or whatnot.”

“Bloody Dementors,” Alicia grumbled, glad to have been isolated in Harry’s private car. She, and the others that he had stuck in place, had at first been upset that he had done so. Then they had seen not only the general effect that the Guards of Azkaban had on their fellow students; the soulless bodies had to be passed to get off of the train. Once the results of Dementors running amok were seen the group were rather thankful for being locked in a secure place.

His execution of his plan, spur of the moment it might have been, needed work though.

“Can you teach us how to fend them off?” Angelina leaned over to say into Harry’s ear, hoping to avoid attention. She knew she hadn’t been as quiet as she hoped to be when several heads around the Hall turned to look in his direction.

The Slytherin contingent came wandering over, earning even more attention. The ambient noise level also started to pick up as people had something other than the tragedy of the night before to dwell on.

“Typical,” Harry groused, rolling his eyes for all to see. “My life is apparently not my own. Bloody unwanted fame.” He shook his head, before turning to the now enlarged group as the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs that had contracts with House Potter congregated around him. “Right; yes I will teach you all the Patronus Charm. Since I can claim family business I’ll also see about the magical burn-all Napalm as the contracts -while not spoken about- are a matter of public record.”

Looks of jealousy roared to life around the Great Hall as Harry Potter was surrounded by girls and told them that he would personally train them in how to drive off and/or kill Dementors. Most of them would give their legs to be taught by the Boy-Who-Lived while others were thinking more along the lines of the girls getting private time with the last Potter.

“As soon as I get a secure location-,” he started, only to zone out for a moment. He came back to reality rather quickly, “Sorry about that; the Castle was talking to me. Follow me after breakfast, we have three days of solid training we can get in before school starts on Monday.”

“Hearing voices Potter?” Draco Malfoy sneered, making his appearance on schedule. This event was a watch-setter; every morning at seven forty-five the blond boy would have a go at the Gryffindor and anybody around him at the time.

“Yes,” the comeback was delivered without hesitation, “and they tell me that your Mum would be a good lay. I ignore them though, as I like mine just the way they are.”

“Wha-,” the Malfoy scion turned pink, unable to formulate a witty remark to the burn he’d just received.

“It’s called I own the Castle,” Harry deadpanned, complete with half-lidded look. “Therefore, as she’s as alive as a building can get, when I have a query about anything within the walls that pertain to said building and grounds I actually get an answer from the source. Now away with you; I have more important things to look at, people to talk to, and food to get in my belly!”

For the first time since First Year Malfoy sloped away, Crabbe and Goyle following without a grunt.

Now the group hit a conundrum in where to sit to be together. There wasn’t enough space at any one table to accommodate them all at once. Not without bumping people who had gotten there first out of their seats.

Harry gave a sigh before waving his arms like an orchestra conductor, widening the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables then conjuring a table for eighteen with plush looking chairs as a replacement for the hard benches. The Kitchen had a similar table appear from nowhere, to which the Elves shrugged then sent breakfast up.

“Problem solved,” he snarked, sitting at the head of the table. It was fortunate that with the lessons not beginning until Monday -no sense in trying to get the students to settle in after such an event on the Express straight away- for that meant breakfast went longer than normal.

One his left from his end of the table were Hermione, Parvati, Padma, Susan, Hannah, Su and Daphne; on his right were Luna, Pansy, Tracey, Blaise, Alicia, Angelina and Katie.

“Just so the yokels watching have something to talk about,” he waved his arms around, indicating the Great Hall as a whole and subtly casting a privacy charm. “Tomorrow, switch seating with each other. This will confuse them in regards to my ‘court’ if you will. Now then, since we have some elbow room no need to crowd each other here. Just don’t be obvious if you’re having a problem with somebody and are avoiding them for whatever reason.”

Having lost the ability to hear or lip read -the charm was good at causing the eyes of onlookers to slide away- the rest of the student population went back to their deserved brood. Nobody wanted to argue that they shouldn’t become so broody; each and every one of them knew what the others had experienced.

The arrival of the mail earned the next stir, as the various parents had heard of the commotion on the Express were writing to their children. The birds were in a fight for dominance, being that there were so many of them trying to deliver untold numbers of letters intermixed with the vicious Prophet owls.

The headlines on the front page were fighting for top billing -literally, as one would push the others out of the way before being shoved aside in turn.

CHAOS ON HOGWARTS EXPRESS; DEMENTORS BOARD AND KISS SIX!

MINISTRY MAYHEM; MINISTER IN HIDING FROM DEMENTOR DEBACLE!

HARRY POTTER; PATRONUS POWERHOUSE CAN DESTROY DEMENTORS!

LAW ENFORCEMENT MELTDOWN; IMMEDIATE INVESTIGATIONS INTO TRAGEDY BEGIN!

SIRIUS BLACK SPOTTED; THIRD SIGHTING IN TWO WEEKS, ON COURSE FOR HOGWARTS!

Right behind the Prophet and post owls were others, each baring letters just for Harry. Some were in red envelopes, no doubt from parents demanding answers as to why he couldn’t save their children -or that the Dementors wouldn’t have been looking for Sirius Black on the train if he hadn’t been on board.

“Dobby!” he panicked at the inbound mail that would no doubt bury him. Blasted newspaper getting delivered to the Castle last didn’t help in the least as he could have used a head’s up.

His friend appeared, took one look at the goings on and scared the life out of the other Magicals when he multiplied himself exponentially. In the blink of an eye there were two hundred Dobbys attacking the mail, set up like a defense perimeter. Every Howler was burnt to a crisp -without hurting the delivery birds-, cursed letters were slyly returned to sender via Elf -they opened upon arrival, causing whatever effects those senders had tried to hit Harry with-, letters of thanks were sent to the Battlements to be read later along with other miscellaneous missives. Just how the little guy knew what was what escaped Harry’s notice; he was just thankful that he didn’t have to deal with that amount of mail at once.

“What the-?” Over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy about lost his eyes from popping out of his head as the Elf that had been in his family’s employ pulled out powers he’d never seen before.

The Weasleys cringed at seeing the Howlers, remembering their own misadventure with their Mum having sent young Potter one earlier in the summer. The event was so traumatizing that Molly had sworn off of ever using them again -anybody would after having their house basically exploded from within by a letter.

“Potter; fifty points from Gryffindor for disturbing breakfast,” Snape sneered severely, having entered the Great Hall. He turned to look at the Points Glass when he didn’t hear the gems move and tried it again. Seeing that there was no effect his sneer morphed into a full blown scowl as he stalked over to the Staff Table with his impressive robe-billow set to maximum.

“Five hundred from Slytherin for being a cock sleeve,” Harry muttered at the man’s back, before turning in shock as the associated Glass about broke from the noise it made. That had been completely unexpected and added to the list of things to research about the Castle as a whole.

The Slytherins took notice of being in the hole at the start of term and made their displeasure known. The roar of disapproval was almost drowned out by the roar of laughter from the rest of the student body while the shouting of the Staff was drowned out completely.

“Time for a little experiment,” Harry mumbled, eyeballing the Points Glass, “lock Slytherin points at negative five hundred.” Sure enough, the gems on their way down to the counter from Snape issuing a thousand points for being alive froze in mid-fall before reversing direction to the reservoir above.

“That worked,” he pondered, right hand up by his face to rub his chin. “Let’s try locking all points as they are.” The gems that were going back and forth as the Staff got into a Points-War froze and refused to move. “Perfect, now we’ll just leave it like that for a while; make them sweat.”

Anarchy for the adults as they couldn’t understand -not knowing how the magic of the Points System worked to begin with- why anything they tried failed to produce a result. They did take glances around the Hall to see if this was a prank by anybody; even the Weasley Twins were looking awed that somebody had gotten one over on the Professors. The only face they couldn’t see at the time belonged to Harry Potter as he too was looking at the Counters, apparently befuddled by the goings on.

0900; Same Day; Seventh Floor near Gryffindor Tower

Having left the mess he’d created in the Great Hall, after giving instructions to his cadre to gather their books for the term and dress for getting dirty, Harry had gone to the Room. He knew that the Elves called it Come and Go, as it literally came and went on demand. Others over time had name it the Room of Requirement, as they’d believed that whatever was required at the time the place would provide.

For instance, he was in need of his morning Magical workout. He had put it off today, partly as this was the first morning away from Penny and Tonks and partly because of the scene the youngest Weasleys had caused. He didn’t know who amongst the girls had gone how far with various sexual activities and thus had no clue who to ask for assistance.

He was of the belief that it was better to have a partner when flexing his magic as they made certain he did it right -in more ways than one.

He was glad that he had learned the phasing trick that Hedwig and Dobby employed, which went through Wards like they didn’t exist. The mode of travel was instantaneous as there was no discernible ‘in-between’; one moment he would be one place, the next somewhere else entirely. Having created a clone to see if either of the witches at the Battlements were available he set to creating a comfortable tea room. He knew he was on a bit of a schedule as the training would begin at ten.

When the clone dispelled instead of returning, passing along information that Penny was busy with being his new Personal Assistant and Tonks was at the Auror office, he frowned wondering what he would do now. He wasn’t desperate enough to take care of matters himself and had an hour to kill.

The door to the Room opened, admitting Angelina and Alicia. He raised his eyebrows, knowing he had given a specific time to the group at Hogwarts and yet here they were.

“Something on your mind?” he figured he might as well enjoy their company in whichever way he could. If all they did was talk, then so be it -better than being bored for an hour at any rate. He was surprised by what they did next; after sharing a look -more than likely a silent conversation- the pair opened their robes revealing that they were nude underneath.

“Right,” he grinned, before motioning them over to the table. They noticed that there weren’t any chairs, which caused them to send him a confused expression. What they got for an answer was him rolling his eyes before moving towards Angelina to envelope her in a kiss.

Harry found that he didn’t do snogging. There was something about chewing face that was not nearly as exciting as other activities. He was smart enough to know that the young women wanted their fair share of lip-lock so he compromised with himself; they’d get about half of what they wanted which was fine with him as he would rather put him mouth to other uses he’d discovered since Penny had moved in. That, and it caused them to come back for more as he wasn’t overloading them with the lip action.

It was strange, he realized, to actually be touching one of the Chaser Trio. They didn’t even so much as hug in his first two years of school; now two of the three were looking to have a certain itch scratched.

As the lip-lock continued, he made another discovery in regards to humans in general. Angelina’s chocolate colored skin felt different under his touch; nothing bad or the like for it was smooth, blemish free and whatnot. Her skin was more of a unique texture, which he found to be a good thing. Uniqueness was far better, in his opinion, than fitting a stereotypical mould the rest of society would want.

Wanting to insure that Alicia didn’t feel left out, he moved over to her. At a glance he noticed that she had shed her robe completely, leaving it as a pile on the floor leaving her naked bar her socks and shoes. While kissing her his hands wandered, taking note of how her olive tinted skin felt as compared to the others. All he got as an answer was that unique feeling, which he wasn’t about to dwell on at the moment for there were far more interesting things happening.

Knowing that the table was useless now, Harry thought to replace it with a queen-size bed. The Room complied while lowering the lighting level slightly to set the mood as it were. He was confused for a moment as Alicia moved away from him, before understanding dawned as she climbed over Angelina who had lay down in her back.

He didn’t know the crude name of how the two were placed on the bed; what he did know was that seeing them head-to-crotch with each other was a definite plus in his book.

Then it got much better as they put their mouths to work, licking at each other’s junction between their legs. He was surprised that they would engage in such an activity but decided that if they wanted him to know they would tell him. A wave of his right hand had him just as nude as they were, his tool pointing straight out ready to go.

He was well aware that the window for Angelina to undergo her Maturity was going to close within the week and that Alicia was three weeks beyond that date. He knew what he had to do and was aware that they knew their roles in the matter; it was just getting the timing right that was the issue. That, and being comfortable enough with each other for such a personal experience.

Angelina tilted her head back at feeling the bed shift “above” her, revealing an aroused Harry looking confused as to what he should do first. She took control of the situation by enveloping the head of his shaft in her mouth before bobbing her head as much as she could with the weird angle. The middle and ring fingers of her right hand entered Alicia, pumping in time with her head movement. In return she could feel a reciprocal treatment from her other partner which spurred her on further.

Harry was awed and feeling blissful at the same time. Angelina was multi-tasking in a way he had never seen before, which when combined with what he believed Alicia was doing -he could only see her left arm moving back and forth under her splayed hair- was just amazing. Keeping with his earlier decision to entertain both young women equally he pulled back from one, knee-walked around the bed and presented himself to the other. He wasn’t disappointed as Alicia took over where Angelina had left off, although her angle was a bit better allowing her to get more of him into her mouth.

How long this went on for, none of them could say. He knew it hadn’t been the hour time limit yet as they were still by themselves. It wasn’t long before Angelina -after moving Alicia- shoved him onto his back before mounting his erect pole. Her friend and teammate wasted no time in positioning herself over his face. He caught on quickly, tongue going to work on one while the other rose and fell, taking as much of him as she could.

Harry couldn’t see it, but the pair of Chasers had engaged in kissing of their own. He did manage to work his hands up between them to fondle a breast on each; making certain to switch semi-regularly, listening to their moans of ecstasy as the pleasure built. He knew when Angelina had her massive orgasm as she stopped moving completely before outright fainting from lack of oxygen. Her body twitched uncontrollably, even in her knocked-out state.

Alicia got on her hands and knees, looking over her left shoulder at him and wiggling her backside in the air. He knew he was close to finishing himself and wondered where he should aim.

“Wrong time of the month for me,” she could read his question in his eyes. “That, and I’ve never had anything up there before. I’d like some practice to be able to take this massive piece of man-meat without shredding myself.”

He quirked his head, before shrugging. One thing he had learned in his younger days was that choices were up to the individual; he would help if there were consequences but as he had been told one thing anything afterwards was on Alicia. This was a case of his hormones driving his decisions for if he had thought it through he had a way to give her what she wanted without risk.

“Oh Merlin~,” she moaned as he entered her from behind, using her hips as handholds.

He kept slowly pushing forward until he felt his pelvis come into contact with her bum. Knowing that she was one of the few who could probably take all of him, he withdrew until just the head was in and repeated his insertion. Each time was faster than the last, eventually leading to the sounds of smacking flesh filling the room. Her moans had turned into a near continuous sound, only interrupted for a breath before she passed out. He reached forward, folding himself over her back to fondle both breasts at the same time, even as her arms gave out landing her face in the bedspread. Included in that was the pinching, pulling, rolling and rubbing of her nipples which were extra sensitive.

“Alicia!” he grunted, giving her fair warning of his end and a chance to recant her earlier statement. He was well aware of the conversation Penny had with him the previous month but didn’t know if word had been spread amongst the other girls.

“Inside! Come inside me!” she managed to get out around her moans. She felt his thrusting speed up a bit at the encouragement while his grip on her breasts tightened considerably.

“No, don’t!” Hermione’s voice shattered the illusion that the three had privacy and some time left before the others arrived. “He’s too potent!”

Her warning was too late, as Harry had thrust forward while Alicia thrust backward burying him completely within her as his end hit.

“So warm!” her eyes were widened to their fullest as she felt each powerful shot enter her womb, continuing her orgasm. She only got four of the massive jets when Angelina became aware of the goings on, pulled Harry off and inserted him into herself again having taken a similar position to her friend on the bed.

“So much!” she moaned, having a second orgasm just from the sensations just below her belly. Her own eyes opened as far as they would go as she felt exceedingly full.

“What have you two done?” Luna was perturbed by the behavior of the pair, which when one considers it’s Luna is saying something right there.

Same Time; Riddle Manor; Little Hangleton

“Gah! Oh, the pain; it hurts!” the homunculus that housed the spirit of Voldemort somehow roared with the raspy voice, twitching uncontrollably. He had no idea where the source of the pain was located; all he cared about was that it went away. Once that happened then he could have his agents track it down so he could kill it.

“Master!” Peter Pettigrew groveled, not knowing what to do because he hadn’t been given any orders. Acting without permission/direction always earned one a Cruciatus for their efforts.

“Just . . . shut up,” was the retort as the Dark Lord got his rudimentary body back under control. Having been tested by various Dark Arts masters, he was familiar with pain curses.

That exceeded anything he had ever felt before. Why, it almost felt like his soul was . . .

“Wormtail!” now he had a use for his only minion in the lair. The number of fodder he kept around was going to increase exponentially once the project in the basement was producing results. “Come here.”

“Yes, Master?” the man that doubled as a rat whimpered.

“Ugh; good help is so hard to find,” Voldemort went off on a bit of a monologue, before focusing on the current situation. “First, send word to our agent in Hogwarts: check the hidden room for a diadem and report if it’s still there. Next, go to the seaside cave and tell me if it has been disturbed recently. Until I get Bellatrix out of Azkaban knowledge of the item I entrusted to her is unavailable.”

He shifted around a bit, trying to get comfortable in the fifty year old chair. “Thanks to Narcissa I know my Diary is lost; if Potter hadn’t goaded Lucius into suicide I’d kill the man myself. Go, now.”

Peter fled, quite like a rat jumping off of a sinking ship. It was a rare day when the Dark Lord gave orders and did not issue reminders for failure. Then again, the tasks were so simple Crabbe or Goyle Senior could do them.

§Nagini, take me downstairs,§ he managed to crawl onto his familiar’s back. Being so small had its’ advantages after all as he had transport wherever he wanted to go.

As the giant Anaconda slithered through the house, he went back to thinking about his Horcrux collection. In the final missive from Narcissa -she wanted nothing to do with a man who could split his soul- he had learned not only the fate of the first but also that the Magical Government knew he was still around. The knowledge made any movements he wanted to do a little more difficult until he was ready to steamroll his way through the masses again.

Fudge was lost without anybody guiding him, as demonstrated by the Dementor Debacle. The man spoke pretty words, yes, but once he was flustered all brain capacity went out the window. A better puppet couldn’t be found; the problem was that he had no spine to stand up and say ‘No, that won’t work’.

Really, many of his followers were like that. Snape and Bellatrix were two of a small handful that could look him in the eye and debate his plans, looking for holes that would lead to failure. As he told Potter three years previous, he valued Bravery and Power; what he didn’t mention was intelligence and the will to use it.

The Ring was secure, he knew as the wards tied his mother’s hovel to his father’s mansion then himself. If any Magical were to breach one or the other he would be alerted instantly no matter where he was. The Cup, as he mentioned to Wormtail, he had no idea about until he could ‘talk’ to Bellatrix. The Diadem and Locket were also unknowns, which he didn’t like in the least. Nagini, he could feel -barely, which perturbed him as it should be stronger than that- the piece of soul within her . . .

So where did the pain come from?

He remembered the strange occurrences when he was within a certain radius of his arch-nemesis. There had been a ‘tug’, for lack of a better descriptor, deep within his soul whenever he had gotten within the same room as Potter during his ride in Quirell’s body. The last time he had felt something like that was when he made the Diadem . . .

Voldemort nearly fell off of Nagini in surprise as the most unlikely scenario played out through his mind. If what he suspected was true he had gone too far down the path of Immortality.

“Shite,” he grumbled, for that would explain his issues with his body and magic after converting Nagini into a Horcrux. Even with the Diary being lost there had already been seven pieces of his soul; swapping one for the other mattered not for he had hit eight, a terrible magical number. A section of Secrets of the Darkest Art mentioned the possibility of diminishing returns; each was a half of a half of a half so on and so forth. There was no sure measuring method though, as nobody had dared to try before him.

If that was true, half of his soul was already lost to the Ether. The Ring would be the next biggest piece at a quarter; the Cup an eighth; the Locket an sixteenth; the Diadem a thirty-second; Potter a sixty-fourth; and his familiar a measly hundred twenty-eighth of what was left with his main soul being the largest of them all at fifty percent -highly damaged, shredded into equal parts of the Collection, but still a full half.

That . . . seriously messes everything up. Only the sixty-fourth within Potter was actively draining magic from its surroundings, which wasn’t nearly enough to power himself for a Lumos forget anything else. Coupled with that were murmurings of Dumbledore having fumbled the Bindings of Potter’s Core somewhere along the line, forcing a Maturity which would have overloaded the tiny fragment of himself.

For the first time since Halloween of eighty-one he felt a spike of fear. If Potter were to learn how to access that fragment none of his secrets would be safe; the boy would learn everything he had known on that fateful night. Every piece of magic; the Horcrux Collection; everything would be laid before the boy of fourteen.

While Nagini slithered around to the cellar entrance, a new and very unpleasant thought emerged. As there was great uncertainty about the split pieces of soul being connected -mostly due to them trying to repair themselves and reunite-, could young Potter see into his mind?

Far more importantly, could he work the ancient protection magic to strike at him from a distance?

Pondering the pros and cons of leaving that tiny piece of himself within the boy would have to wait as his faithful familiar entered his private laboratory.

His smirk would have turned the hardest of constitutions as he gazed upon his latest project. His enemy had yet to realize that he had made a rather large tactical error at the World Cup within sight of one of his more faithful -and intelligent- followers. While he didn’t trust himself at present to touch anything -blasted fine motor control being shot to hell!- he did supervise the work going on while Wormtail had cowered and attempted to carry out his instructions without delay or mistake.

Nagini lifted him up to a table, to which he rolled to the right a few times before his face stopped inches from a book. This was a modified book on Necromancy; if the Muggles could get a hold of it -and understand it, but that’s a different kettle- they could advance their sciences decades. Instead of Inferi troops, which as undead were good for fodder though not much else and took ages to create, this method took living tissue and multiplied it rather quickly. As only one source was needed the rest of the lab could have -and had- been converted to the growing process.

Voldemort was tinkering with clones of his own.

If it hadn’t been for his now-agent at Hogwarts seeing the effects an army of clones had on the battlefield he would have never even thought of attempting this. The results were surprising, even with two sources of material. One he was careful with, as that was from his agent; the other he experimented on, trying out different things as the source was usually close at hand.

Forty of sixty floor-to-ceiling tanks had a Peter Pettigrew in them, each rapidly maturing due to the infusion of a special cocktail. Included were micro-dosages of Aging Potion, Polyjuice charged with Wormtail’s own hair, an Everlasting Elixir and a stabilizer to hold it all together. The other twenty tanks had copies of his agent, each in their teens and nearing training stage.

Unlike undead hordes that marched forward -usually to their own destruction as nothing more than a distraction-, having this new ability to create -somewhat, he admitted to himself- smart and adaptable minions was what the Healer ordered.

Oh, the things he could do with this! Why, he could give his own forces alibis from the ears, being in thirty or so places at once. Then there was the mayhem aspect, as he pictured a hundred or so Bellatrix’s running amok beside just as many Greyback’s. It was a shame that his upper echelon forces that weren’t in Azkaban had run afoul of the last Potter for there were some great lost opportunities.

Once he had a body back, Magical Britain was his!

But first, to get back to the fire as it was cold in the cellar. Blasted homunculus body!

1100; Same Day; The Room; Hogwarts

“Are you out of your bloody minds?!” shrieked Hermione, shaking her right fist at a barely dressed Angelina and Alicia. The pair had finally rebooted their brains from their romp with Harry and were looking abashed as the chewing-out commenced. “Do you have any idea -any idea at all!- what the two of you have done?!”

“Harry is the last of far too many Houses,” Luna appeared to be the calmer of the two, that was until one looked at her hair. Instead of the normal scraggly look her blond locks were puffed out like an angry cat giving her what looked like an afro. “Any intercourse with a witch resulting in him finishing within her vaginally guarantees pregnancy. It matters not your cycle, potions, charms or any other attempts to prevent it. This not only makes him a father before fifteen -no, don’t even speak- but also ruins your own Maturities for he cannot perform the Ritual on a pregnant witch.”

Harry, while the yelling occurred on the other side of the room, had gone into shock on the bed; laying there, nude and forgotten. Then the brood set in, for he bloody well knew better and let his hormones drive his actions. Creating life wasn’t the issue; he was all of fourteen years old and had no idea what he was supposed to do now. The problem was amplified a few times by other circumstances, such as his upbringing with the Dursley’s; having no male-father figure to talk to -stupid Godfather losing his mind when he should have done his duty!- and not knowing anybody else that had been in a similar situation.

It would mess with his health, he knew, but touching the girls at Hogwarts was sounding like a strict no-no in his book. He knew they wouldn’t be happy with him but he figured he could use this incident as a point of reference as to why he’d only do anything with Penny or Tonks until graduation.

After the brood had run a couple laps around his mind, a sense of building excitement began. It had nothing to do with House Restoration but with the fact that he was getting one of his deepest desires. Where’s that blasted Mirror when he has what he wants?! He’d show that piece of junk who was boss around here!

Excitement was crushed by responsibility. He was getting ahead of himself again, which was part of what let to this situation. As a matter of reflection, he used the feeling to annihilate the Brood as he took the current goings on as a learning experience.

Dread settled in when the word ‘parents’ drifted into his ears, making him want to hide somewhere remote with limited access. If there was one thing all teenage boys feared -even subconsciously- it was the future In-Laws. It didn’t matter if one was in a relationship at the time or not; every boy met the parents of every girl at some point and left with thoughts of gruesome death implanted in their minds.

Teenage boys that get teenage girls pregnant had double the fear as the parents of the girl would go off on her being too young at the age of forty forget sixteen.

While his mind traveled in circles, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do now Daphne and Tracey decided to be bold as a Gryffindor for a change. They knew that eventually the Elitist/Extremists and their children would begin harassing them and wanted something to show for it.

The best friends casually moved over to the bed, taking in that Harry wasn’t aware of his surroundings. What he was feeling or thinking they couldn’t decipher, which was different from the usual wearing of the heart on his sleeve. Both took notice that while his brain might not have noticed their presence another part of him did, jutting proudly from his pelvic region -not that it had gone down in the twenty minutes since its last usage.

Daphne and Tracey shared a look and smirk, anticipating what would happen next. Neither shed any clothing as that would alert the still ranting Hermione/Luna pair and the other girls that were standing around watching the chewing-out. They knee-walked across the large mattress to approach Harry, who hadn’t so much as acknowledged them. His large member did twitch in time with his heartbeat, showing which brain was currently driving the body. They were glad that he had told them to dress for getting dirty as they were both in just the uniforms worn under the robes.

Tracey circled around to his left while Daphne was on his right, each sitting on their haunches for a moment to open their blouses. Neither had on a brassiere, instead making use of an excellent charm for the support without the pinching. Two pairs of nipples hardened, being exposed to the slightly chilly air of the Room. They shared another look, before both leaned forward to take a side of his member in their mouths. His girth was big enough that they didn’t bump lips -not by much though.

Harry still didn’t respond beyond throbbing a bit more.

Tracey took this as encouragement; after rolling her tongue as far around him as she could her head started bobbing up and down. She could see that Daphne had copied her motion on the other side, just a little higher as they weren’t used to kissing in any manner let alone with a piece of man in between them.

Up and down the pair went, ignoring the background noise which had suddenly gotten quiet. The other girls of the cadre watched, wide-eyed, as the Slytherin pair worked his shaft like a large icicle treat. They were on Daphne’s side, which let them notice when her left hand traveled up under the uniform skirt to begin rubbing herself through her knickers. Apparently she got frustrated with the clothing as her skirt quickly wound up around her waist with her knickers stretched between her legs near her knees.

It was at this point a Harry-clone materialized between the three on the bed and the rest of the group, right index finger at his mouth signaling silence. On the other side of the bed a second clone appeared as Tracey had unknowingly duplicated her best friend by hiking her skirt up and dropping her soaked knickers.

Original-Harry could have kicked himself when he became aware of the goings on. Tonks, being the kinkier of the elder pair at the Battlements, had insisted on testing to see if a clone could get a girl pregnant. She was elated to find that no they could not, which let her feel the juice he let loose. If he had remembered that little tidbit, not letting the situation get out of hand he wouldn’t feel so bad about Angelina and Alicia. Putting the thoughts aside as the two girls continued to bob on his member, he relaxed to enjoy the sensations quite glad to have changed his mind about not touching any of the girls.

Tracey and Daphne nearly screamed when they felt the very thing they were stimulating poking at their entrances. A quick glance revealed the clones, grinning roguishly at them as they slowly slid into their wet canals.

Neither witch could take the full size of him, leaving about a quarter of the shaft exposed to open air. That was fine as far as the clones were concerned, each setting a steady rhythm sliding in and out of each girl at the same time.

Harry turned his head to the right, taking in the rest of the group that was watching three of himself take on two of their number. The Patil twins had conjured basic wooden chairs to sit on so they could rub one out. Susan and Hannah were twitching in place, rubbing their thighs together trying not to touch themselves. Pansy and Blaise looked intrigued at the goings-on, like they had never thought of any encounter as the one they could see. Angelina and Alicia had no such worries, both nude again as they ate each other out. Luna and Hermione had glazed eyes, each off in their own dreamland probably wondering what the feeling would be like. The three that appeared to be utterly embarrassed were Katie, Su and Astoria; each were peeking through their fingers, hiding their blushes yet unable to look away.

He mentally frowned at the youngest being in the room at the time, before shaking his head. There was nothing for it now other than to make certain she didn’t get too involved in these get-togethers.

Tracey, it turned out, was a quiet orgasm type. The only clues the clone that was pumping at a decent pace in and out of her had were that her arms gave out, planting her face in the Original’s groin while the rest of her body froze in position.

Daphne on the other hand had no issues announcing that not only was she experiencing her end she wanted more, faster, harder, and deeper. She hadn’t stopped enjoying the member of Original Harry, bringing him closer to the brink.

That changed when Tracey, now knickerless, moved her best friend to sit on the erect pole. At first he panicked, thinking that she was taking him in her front. When he saw that he was going in the back way his arms immediately sought out her hips to help her. The clone that had rudely been cut off got a surprise when she pointed at her core, giving him a smoldering look.

This was something new for Harry, double-teaming a single witch. He wasn’t quite certain if he could enjoy this at first but changed his mind when he felt her muscle grip on his manhood tighten considerably. Tracey leaned back, looking like a four-legged crab as Original-Harry reached up to fondle her modest-sized breasts. Once clone and creator got situated without much contact -something they didn’t want to think about- did they resume bouncing her on their tools.

“Take my arse!” Daphne ordered her Harry, wiggling her bum into his pelvis. The scene in front of her face was the absolute hottest thing she had seen to date in her young life and was ultra-aroused. She never had anything up that passage before and braced herself for pain. Instead she was surprised to find that she quite liked the sensation of him plowing her bum as her round, perky and large-for-her-age breasts swung between her arms. Her Harry had gone slowly at first, giving her time to adjust before giving her what she wanted.

“Fucking shite!” Tracey moaned, her body overloaded with pleasure. That had been the first time she had said anything during the encounter, which spurred the two taking her front and back on.

“Daphne/Tracey!” three Harry’s groaned, giving warning that they were nearing their limit. The responses they got were Daphne thrusting backwards faster, slapping her bum cheeks into the clones pelvis while Tracey bounced herself faster on the pair of members in her.

“Yes!” roared the five at the same time, overriding the noises of completion from the unintentional gallery.

Tracey had never felt so full. Granted, she was about as inexperienced with sex as any fourteen year old should be. The only reason she had gotten stuffed was that she wondered what it felt like and if she’d like it. As Clone-Harry filled her womb and Original-Harry her bum, she decided that she really wanted to feel this again sometime.

Daphne was of a similar mindset, not that her higher brain functions were working at full capacity as a fourth orgasm overcame her. The jets of male essence entering her backside were warm and gave her a sense of fulfillment -literally.

All three Harrys were eventually forced out of their respective places as they overflowed, yet they weren’t done with their own end. Daphne had her arse coated with the last three jets from the clone before it dispelled. Tracey wound up getting her face and breasts covered from that Harry while the one behind her turned her lower cheeks mother-of-pearl.

“That was . . . awesome!” Parvati panted, leaning forward in her conjured chair. Her arms supported her upper body by bracing herself against her legs which were twitching as her body calmed down.

“I can’t wait for my turn!” her sister Padma agreed, in a similar pose. The difference between the two was that her hair had fallen about her face hiding her expressions from the world for the moment.

“You cannot be ready for more,” Hermione had managed to get through the event without so much as a whimper, touch or twitch. Instead, she focused her entire attention on Harry and the fact that while he had just finished a round with two more girls at the same time his manhood did not flag in the least. That’s not to say she wasn’t randy in the least, oh no. She was trying to maintain her old ‘prim and proper’ visage and doing a decent job of it.

“Nargles, Snorkacks and Wrackspurts . . . oh my!” Luna was gone. There was no other describer of her mental state as she replayed the event over and over again. She too had managed to not do anything, although her body was protesting that to the extreme as certain areas ached.

Same Time; Riddle Manor

“Oh; blast that boy!” Voldemort lost control of his rudimentary body again as another wave of pain hit. Whether Potter had figured out the piece of soul and the protection magic to strike at him from afar mattered not. The situation was unacceptable as it was; doing nothing was worse while being able to take care of the problem had its’ own pitfalls.

“Master!” Peter returned from his errand, looking haggard from the journey. As he only had to venture to the entrance of the cave -but not enter it- returning quickly was all that mattered. “Nobody has been near the cave as far as I can tell and the agent at Hogwarts will be back in touch with us in two days.”

“Goo-! Argh, damn it; good Wormtail,” the homunculus wheezed, rolling around in the chair trying to dull the pain. “I need feeding; add fourteen extra drops of venom from Nagini and seven drops of Pain Relief into the cocktail. There is a new problem that you may have to take care of if our agent cannot.”

Peter Pettigrew was many things; an effective field agent wasn’t one of them. He had enough brainpower -fueled by his fear of the Dark Lord- to voice nothing lest he be deemed useless. With the current shortage of people though, it was inevitable that he would have to go out to do his Master’s bidding. He was also smart enough to catch the hidden statement; if the agent at Hogwarts failed his task then Peter would have to infiltrate the school again.

Under Dumbledore’s nose was a scary enough thought. The idea of running into Harry Potter resulted in him needing new drawers. The boy, according to word on the street, had gotten powerful in a quick order and was in the process of learning how to use it properly. That, and the agent had reported that Potter had a fascination with fire now.

Rats and fire never mix.

“At once,” the man that could be a rat shuffled out of the room, leaving his Master to writhe in more pain.

1300; The Room; Hogwarts

“Right,” now that lunch was over, Harry decided he was going to hunker down and get some of the things he wanted to do today done. Losing half a day was not conductive to what he had in mind but the way he lost it offset his frustration in that regard. Angelina and Alicia were not present, instead holed up in the girls showers of Gryffindor Tower trying to get all of his essence out of themselves. Whatever happened with those two he would take with his head held high.

“For the rest of the day, I’d like those of you who were here last year to give me an overview,” he continued after a pause. “I did as much cramming as I could at home and want to see if I got it right or cocked it up. Most of that is going to be practical, thus why I said be ready to get dirty.”

Hermione and Luna were sporting evil smirks, which set off alarm bells in his head. Knowing that they were upset with him -they had given the other half of the tango the what for already- he said nothing and prepared to defend himself.

Eleven witches took on a single Harry Potter and were promptly owned. Only Astoria sat out of the practice, being a Second Year she hadn’t learned half of what the others knew yet.

He didn’t even need to pull out his cloning ability as his sheer power overwhelmed their shields -which he frowned at, as they would cast them then just stand there like a target. Katie tried a Tripping Hex which he rolled his eyes at, batting it aside with aplomb before he retreated a bit and brought out the fire-whips.

“What the devil did you learn last year, nothing?!” he bellowed as the whips snaked through the air. “I said come at me, not pussyfoot this session and waste my time! Come on, bring what you have!”

The level of their spell-work improved slightly, now entering the ‘if that lands it’s going to hurt’ range. His stern visage stayed in place even as his eyes lit up at the higher difficulty rating of the challenge.

“Good!” he barked, twisting the left-hand whip to take the hair off of the right side of Su’s head. “But you need to do better! If this is the Third Year curriculum then Magical Britain as a whole is in trouble! Now, stop trying to hit me and hit me!”

Su Li had paused briefly as her hairstyle was changed from across the room, before she saw red and fired the strongest Bombarda Maxima she could. The spell drained her completely, causing her to faint as soon as it left her wand.

“Whoa!” Harry dove for cover, letting the dangerous piece of magic sail over his head. “That’s more like it! Somebody want to move her so she doesn’t get trampled?”

Dinner time was approaching, according to the Tempus that Harry had set to hover continuously in a corner. Only Pansy of all people was still on her feet, giving her all to land a blow on the boy that had yet to show signs of being tired. The others were sprawled out on the floor away from the combat zone, watching as the two traded spells.

“All right, last one,” Harry motioned Pansy away from the area in front of him, before requesting that the spell he was about to launch be sent into the Forest in an unpopulated area.

“By the end of the year, you should be able to cast this,” he addressed the girls before turning to the now open-to-the-outside wall. “Rpom!”

Students all over the Castle felt the tremble, rushing to the nearest windows and entrances to see what was going on now. Over the tops of the trees a cloud of dust rose into the evening light as bits of wood rained down on the grounds. The Staff went berserk, not knowing what was happening within the Forest or if Hogwarts was under attack.

“Back; back I say!” McGonagall thundered, shooing the students off of the front lawn and back inside.

In the Room, there were twelve slack jaws and one smug look.

TBC

Right, there we are. Real Life will be getting in the way for this old man is . . . going back to school. Hurray. So, expect the usual slow updates.
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