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Magic is Might	By : Bespoke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 35484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N Fair warning Harry is a bit of a monster in this story if you don’t want to read about rape and underage sex then don’t continue. In effect consider this my ode to the Dark Harry stories that were so big right after OoTP.

            The one thing I have learned in all my years of life is that the weak serve the strong, be it in a republic, a dictatorship, or a monarchy might is always right. That you see is the one thing Voldemort did get right, survival of the fittest, rule by the strongest. As it so happens I’m the strongest, and my name is Harry Potter.

            I of course wasn’t always of this opinion as you dear reader very well know, I was once a hero in every since of the word but at some point there was a change in me. Maybe it was when I fought Voldemort the first time over the Philosophers Stone. No, though I wager I became a colder person that day then any man has a right to be.

            No if I truly think of it my gradual fall to the dark side of human nature occurred when I stood before Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. When he touched me, touched my scar it was if a barrier inside of me broke and the truth that I had hidden from myself came flowing out. Might makes right is the only doctrine that matters.

            My change was not overnight, over the course of the next year I gradually slipped lower and lower. Angry outbursts when they were not called for, harsh words when soft ones would’ve done the trick… dueling in the corridors. Every order from an authority figure ever command given in harsh or soft tones felt as if it was the lash one might employ upon a slave. The anger built and built inside of me until one day the damn broke. Being a hormonal teen it was perhaps not as surprising as it should have been that it broke in a wave of sexual deviancy.

I don’t consider myself to be a cruel man, but I know that others might look on me so. The truth is I am not like mere mortal men. When I was one I survived the killing curse, when I was 11 I faced the strongest wizard who ever lived and won and when I was 12 I killed the Serpent King. No I, Harry Potter, am something altogether different I am destined to rule this sick and depraved world. Its inhabitants are my subjects and although I am ashamed to admit it to you dear reader, they are also my victims.

Ginny Weasley was my first. She wasn’t all that good looking in truth, average at best, but she did have one quality other women lack; she worshipped me. She seemed so surprised when I spoke to her so overjoyed that I would deign to acknowledge her presence, she didn’t even question it when I led her to a classroom far out of the way of the normal foot traffic. She didn’t blink twice when I put a silencing charm on the door. She didn’t even notice anything was wrong, not until I summoned her wand into my hand.

“H-harry,” she stuttered in the most pathetic voice I’ve ever heard. “What’s going on.”

“Take off your clothes,” my voice was low urgent, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, I had crossed the rubicon, the dye was cast, there was no longer a way out.

“H-harry?” came that pathetic little voice. I hate weakness, I have been beaten by muggles assaulted by Dark Lords and never had I shown weakness… I guess I’m an Englishman at heart.

“I said take off your clothes!” this time my voice was firm commanding. Her brown eyes went wide and she backed slowly towards the wall.

“Harry please!” she pleaded, to no avail.

“Filpendo! Filpendo!” I cried as two streaks of blue light flew from my wand. The knockback jinx feels exactly like a large man punching you with all his might. Her small 12 year old body was flung back and I was sure she would have massive bruises when this was over. I took a moment to savor her yelp of pain and the tears which followed then I said to her “I won’t say it again take of your clothes.”

“Please,” she said one last time as she began to blubber tears streaming down her face.

I raised my wand ready to punish her insolence but before the incantation left my lips she reached up and unbuttoned her outer robe. A grin spread across my face as slowly more and more of her body was revealed to me. Her shirt came off next revealing an obnoxious pink training bra. She stopped for a second sobbing, perhaps hoping that I would reconsider, but I lifted my wand and her hands quickly went to her skirt.

I pulled a chair out from the stack near the wall and sat down, ready for the show as she worked the last button on her skirt off and slid it down revealing a pair of freckled covered legs and a pair of modest white panties. She paused now her breaths coming in small gasps between sobs. I leaned back for a moment to savor the feeling of sheer power I had over this girl before lifting my wand.

“Filpendo!” I watched in fascination as her soft belly rippled from the punch and she doubled over, the wind knocked out of her. “When I tell you to do something bitch you do it, now take off the rest of your clothes.”

Her training bra came off next revealing to prepubescent mounds that were perhaps less impressive than those of most boys. Finally with one final sob she grabbed the sides of her panties and with one desperate wail yanked them down, before bringing her hands up in a futile attempt to cover herself from my eyes.

I basked in the glory of the moment for a second before my eyes hardned as I looked at her. “On all fours bitch!”

To puncatate my point I sent another knockback jinx at her, she responded so quickly however that it flew right over her shoulder. I threw my head back and laughed. I knew that I should have felt horror at what I was doing but instead I felt as if this was what I was meant to do. That I had been destined to rule this bitch and indeed the world that all creatures were meant to kneel before me… if this is how Voldemort feels when the death eaters kiss his robes then I think I am much closer to understanding him then I ever thought I would be.

“Crawl to me!” I snapped, the presence of my wand compelling her to move when every other instinct told her to remain in place. The sheer power I had over this girl, this whore, was intoxicating, better than the finest fire whiskey. And she did look such a pitiful sight tears streaming down her face hesitantly putting one hand in front of the other. When she reached me and looked, a desperate plea in her eyes I threw my head back and laughed. The old Harry Potter was gone I was now Dark Lord…. I haven’t quite decided what my name will be but you get the point.

“Unzip me.” I ordered but as she reached up to follow my orders her hands trembled so much that she was just physically incapable of it. Finally I cocked my hand back and slapped her across the face as hard as I could as punishment for her failure.

“Stupid bitch,” I muttered as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my raging hard dick. A thought struck me and I said, “bark!”

“What?” she asked clearly confused by the order. I slapped her again enjoying the sting in my hand because I knew her check felt that times ten.

“Good little bitches bark,” I said. “How do they put it at Westminster? Speak!” and with that I slapped her again.

Finally getting the point Ginny weakly said “arf, arf.”

I have not laughed that hard in a long time. Indeed the memory of that bitch on her knees speaking like the finniest show dog at Westminster fueled my Patronus Charm for many years.

“Good girl,” says I, “now suck it.”

She looked like she might balk at that, but as I raised my hand to give her another lesson she leaned forward and reluctantly put my dick in her mouth. The first time you get your dick sucked is a magical experience the hot and wet mouth… it just feels right. That is unless you have it done by the dumbest bitch in Hogwarts in which case the experience is rather like sticking your dick into lukewarm chili.

            “Good lord bitch! Can’t you do anything right?” I asked in disgust as I looked down at her feeble, messy, attempt, which had so far only succeeded in getting my balls unpleasantly damp. I took my hands and held them on either side of her head before I forced it down deeper over my dick. In retrospect that was a mistake.

Before I knew it was covered in that Ginny’s puke. “Dumb fucking bitch!” I yelled angrily as I stood up throwing her to the floor. In disgust, I quickly took off my robes and pants so that the puke wouldn’t touch me more than it already had. When my attention finally turned back to Ginny I realized that she was still where I had left her curled up in a small sobbing ball.

“Have some fucking manners whore!” I screamed in rage, as I walked over and kicked her hard. “Clean up your mess you little pig,” I said as the anger took over me. I grabbed her by her hair and dragged her back to the chair.

“Lick it up!” I shouted at her as I shoved her face into a puddle of her puke. Hesitantly her tongue snaked out of her mouth as another sob escaped her lips. I nearly came when I saw her slowly start to lick it up.

I stood back for a second and then it was for the first time I noticed her uncovered pussy and suddenly I knew what to do next. Her ass up was sticking pleasantly up in the air as she timidly licked up the puke, she was so distracted she didn’t even notice as I positioned myself. It was only when my dick gently grazed her rear that she reacted attempting to jump up and defend herself. I never gave her a chance as I roughly shoved her head back down into the puke. Before I thrust inside her.

There are two great pleasures in life 12 year old wine, and 12 year old pussy. One is silky smooth and refreshing and the other is tighter than a coke bottle.

Her hymen popped like a bubble, as my dick thrust through her last shred of dignity she let out a blood curdling scream that only served to egg me on. I shall admit that I derived little pleasure from fucking something so dry at first, but it wasn’t long before her blood began to lubricate her tight little hole. Virgin blood, nature’s WD-40.

I humped into her faster and faster and her screams, like candy to my ear, got louder and louder. All the pent up rage and aggression that was left inside of me was visited upon her, a poor virgin sacrifice to the God of my wrath. I shouted things at her, “Whore! Cunt! Slut! Bitch! Skank! You know you love this being beneath a real man! It’s where sluts belong!” all manner of obscenities were yelled at her as I thrust ever more rapidly towards completion. Finally with a great yell I let loose deep inside her, defiling her once virgin womb with my devilish seed.

With a final mutter of, “cunt,” I rolled over her and lay on the cold stone floor, basking in the glorious feeling of superiority that was infecting me. Ginny for her part made no move to take back her wand but instead just lay curled up in a ball sobbing.

After a few minutes I came to my sense and realized that soon our presence would be missed. Rising to my feet and grabbing my wand I cast several cleaning charms on my clothes before walking over to Ginny.

“On your feet whore!” I snapped and when she showed no sign of life I kicked her. She rose to her feet as naked as the day she was born, her hair covered in puke, bruises spouting up all over her body and a distant look in her eye. I cast a few healing charms on her which would serve to keep her dorm mates from being alarmed when they showered. I took particular pleasure shoving my wand up her vagina to cast a quick spell to stop the bleeding there.

I removed it wet with blood and her juices and as one last final humiliation I held it up to her face. “Suck it clean,” says I or you won’t have any teeth left. She did as I told her nervously bobbing her head up and down while I held it in my hand. I felt my penis get hard again and I was thoroughly tempted to try out her ass, but I knew we didn’t have much time before curfew. The humiliation I visited upon her was retrubition for that which the world insisted upon heaping at my feet. Ginny had become the whipping boy for all those who I was not yet strong enough to revenge myself against. Shame fills me as I write this but it felt right to punish her even if it was for the transgressions of others.

“Get dressed you fucking slut,” I said relishing the hypocrisy of my statement, “what kind of whore walks around naked.”

Realizing her torment was coming to an end Ginny rapidly got back into her clothes and then as she stood before me her skirt on, though buttoned incorrectly and her sweater on backwards she asked the fateful question. “Why?”

I leaned in close to her so that my breath must have tickled her ear and I said “Cause I can.” And then I groped her ass one last time, making a mental note to come back and take her anal cherry.

Finally I stepped back and pulled out my wand “obliviate!” Suddenly I’m inside her head I see her memories of what I did flashing by I reach out my magic and touch them erasing them. I whisper the cover story gently in her ear, she went to an unfamiliar part of the school, got lost and tripped. Then in a flash I’m back out of her mind, her brain will fill in the rest.

“Ginny?” I say, “are you alright? What are you doing here?”

“I-I’m fine,” she says wincing as she notices the soreness. “I-I got lost.”

“Well come on,” says I, “I’ll show you the way back to the tower.”

“Thanks Harry,” she says smiling at me with absolutely no recollection at what her mouth had so recently been around. Women, they always forget where the bruises come from.

Yours Truly,

H. Potter

A/N well for my first smut how was it? Also if you have any ideas about how this story can continue let me know.
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