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Dark Dragen Challenge Fic: Immoral Harry	By : Rago_Dragovian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 29190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry cried as he lay in bed as his mind mercilessly relived the mistakes that led to Sirius's death. He flinched as he felt the bruise that his Uncle had given him a week ago. It had swollen but had since shrunk. Harry had wrote to the Order every three days but never got a reply back. Not even the letter about the assault that he had endured at the hands of his Uncle a week ago had brought a response. He had written to his friends about the terrible lump in his chest and the guilt he felt over Sirius's death but, just like last year, he didn't receive any response from Ron and Hermione. Harry felt both utterly betrayed and pathetic for being stupid enough to be fooled by them twice. He ruminated upon all of his years in Hogwarts and his life experiences outside of it.
Morality is bullshit, concluded Harry, as he thought over his life, What was that shit that Dumbledore spewed about my secret power being love? Love brought me nothing but pain and betrayal! Love doesn't stop death from taking people I care about, love wasn't able to save Sirius, or my parents. Love couldn't save a friend like Cedric from being murdered. Love has done shit for me!
Harry's eyebrows furrowed as his eyes narrowed. He glared at the bedroom ceiling as his tears continued to fall down his cheeks.
Meanwhile psychopaths like Voldemort can kill and do whatever they want, bringing his return to the public light hasn't done shit, and the Ministry only pretends to be doing something! thought Harry as his teeth clenched and his fingers balled into fists. He thought about the history that he had read on the Death Eaters when he had tried to gain more information in the library before the end of term. Death Eaters like the Malfoys, the Muclibers, Crabbes, Goyles, can go on and rape and murder muggles, the survivors and their relatives get oblivated, and the rich Purebloods can cheat the system because of traditional laws regarding Pureblood families! The entire system is corrupt! The bad guys can go rape, murder, and torture and the good guys continue to get hated on by the general public and the Ministry. If I continue to play the part of the good guy, I'll end-up with a tombstone to my name and the prophecy makes that conclusion unavoidable at this rate . . . I can't keep going on like this . . .
Harry raised himself to a sitting position and hissed as he tenderly touched the bruise. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as thoughts of violently hurting Vernon, Dudley, and even his so-called friends flashed in his mind. Don't I deserve some happiness? I get thrown around, used by people, and punished for trying to be a good person constantly. I was wrong to hope for better in the magical world, they're just as stupid and corrupt as the Muggle world. Vernon assaulted me, beat me when I was a kid, and his son was encouraged to chase me around and beat me for years and they never faced repercussions for their actions. Umbridge never faced any repercussions for torturing me with her stupid quill, the Ministry can slander me with impunity, and Voldemort and his followers never face-up to their crimes or ever get kissed by Dementors while I have to go through a trial for just defending myself from the government's own corrupt lapdog! My friends belittle my problems, Dumbledore only helps out when it's convenient for him and so he can use me for whatever plans he has regarding the Prophecy, and I constantly have to risk my life and get nothing in return. What the fuck is the point?! I'm going to end-up dead, there is no way I'm going to be able to beat Voldemort, and I'll probably be tortured before I'm murdered by him and his followers. Sirius was the only one to genuinely care about me and now he's dead and Pettigrew is still alive while serving his precious Master.
His shoulders sagged, his posture slouched, and Harry glared angrily at the wall. From now on, I do what I have to so that I survive, I make myself happy, and from now on screw the consequences of whatever horrible shit that I do. Morality doesn't matter. Forcing people to bend to your whims to get what you can out of life is all that matters. Just like how Dumbledore, Voldemort, and the rich purebloods bully whoever they want to achieve their aims.
Harry's eyes briefly flickered red before reverting back to green as he looked down at the letter and the quill that had come with it. The goblins had sent him a missive about special arrangements regarding a peculiar circumstance in Sirius's Will readings. The quill was a portkey that would activate within the hour. Two days ago, when the contents had arrived, Harry had pondered what it could mean and hoped it wasn't some nefarious trap. He refused to seek Dumbledore or the Order's help from now on so he had to be extra cautious. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and took hold of the portkey to whisk him away.
"Thank you for meeting us, Mr.Potter," said the Goblin who had introduced himself as Gringotts Chief Manager, Gritpuk, as he surveyed the stacks of paperwork. Harry shifted in his seat as he saw the stacks. "I apologize for the delay . . . it took us awhile to straighten everything out. I'm afraid that I must share some dire news that needs to be brought to your attention. If not for a very antiquated stipulation that was only partially related to your Godfather's Will, we would never have been able to intervene. Fortunately for the both of us, your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, didn't plan for such a messy issue and as a result, he was unable to interfere and have your Godfather's will burned like he ordered us too."
"What does Dumbled-" Harry stopped and his eyes widened as he processed the rest of Gritpuk's words. "Wait, what?! What do you mean?"
Gritpuk sighed and rubbed his temples before gazing at Harry eye level and frowning. "First, some information must be made clear to you. Up until two weeks ago, Albus Dumbledore held your family's Seat, monies, and political influence in the Wizengamot. You probably didn't know this, but the Wizengamot assumed that you knew of his full access to the Potter estate, holdings, and bank as a result of representing you during your trial last year. It is a basic, implicit assumption within the Wizarding World but you had no knowledge of it."
Harry was about to speak but stopped at Gritpuk's next words. "When he gained a hold of House Potter's power and influence, the first thing he did was have your Parents Wills burned and made ineligible for legal processing so that he could send you to the Dursley family without interference."
Images of himself inflicting violence upon Dumbledore flooded Harry's mind, his mind began to imagine it was Dumbledore and not Bellatrix that he had used the cruciatus curse upon in the Ministry of Magic. He gritted his teeth as Gritpuk continued to elaborate on all the ways that Dumbledore had hurt him.
"I'm sorry to say that . . . he has used up all of the Potter funds and sold off all of the ancestral possessions from Potter Manor to fund his rebel army, the Order of the Phoenix, to pay its members and to use his authority as Chief Warlock to pay off the reparations incurred from the last war against Voldemort. The Ministry allowed it, despite the unlawfulness of the deed, because it wouldn't have to pay the costs of the war or go into debt. The family you're close too, the Weasleys, I'll bet they never informed you that they each got 30,000 galleons a piece from being part of Dumbledore's Order and possibly more. The small content that he arranged for you, which you were led to believe was from your parents, is a paltry sum compared to the amount of money that has vanished from the Potter Vault. I'm afraid that it is all gone and nothing can be done because of his former status as overseer of the account and his status as Chief Warlock. Now, what allowed us to finally wrestle control from him was the fact he tried to have your Godfather's Will burned. He eventually discovered that he was going to try to sell you some poppycock story about how he required the Black Estate of 12 Grimmauld Place and a preposterous story of how Bellatrix Lestrange was set to gain the inheritance if you refused the terms that he would only briefly mention to you."
Harry tried to keep his temper in check as he heard Gritpuk's elaboration on Dumbledore's deeds. He tried to distract himself by participating on the less enraging aspects of the Chief Manager's revelations.
"Do you mean that she couldn't inherit it because she's a convicted murderer?" asked Harry trying to take more deep breaths. He gritted his teeth upon realizing that it wasn't tempering his growing frustration and hate for Dumbledore with the addition of the Weasleys for their part.
"No, it is because she is a woman and therefore has no right to any inheritance unlike first-born male heirs." replied Gritpuk, Harry's eyes widened and he gaped at what he heard. Gritpuk sighed. "I suppose your response shouldn't come as a surprise. Dumbledore succeeded in hiding your birthright from you and destroyed your family finances without you knowing. It shows just how conniving he is . . . well, Mr. Potter, the Wizarding World's culture is much more . . . antiquated compared to Muggle culture. You've seen this superficially with the lack of muggle technology, but muggle-borns and muggle-raised such as yourself have a difficult time adjusting to the realities of the magical community of Britain once they're outside the social comforts and safety of the school. Women aren't treated the same as men in the British magical world, they have no rights of inheritance, no rights to divorce once married, should they be part of one of the wealthy Pureblood Houses - particularly the Noble Pureblood Houses - then they have no rights to speak without their lord husband's permission. You may have seen behavior to such an extent from the more Noble families."
Harry recalled the one time that he had the opportunity to meet Malfoy's mother at the Quidditch cup and realized that she had probably been kept from interacting under her husband's orders.
"To be blunt, it would be more accurate to say that women of Magical Britain are property owned by their fathers and sent off to become property of their husbands. To understand the extent of this difference . . . unlike in Muggle Courts, there is no punishment for a man who rapes his wife. The wife has no legal means of protection like in the Muggle world because they're not allowed to own property, file a lawsuit without their husband or father's explicit permission, and there is no crime in a husband raping a wife. This causes a host of problems because it is technically legal to rape a woman and then have her married so that she cannot file a lawsuit against her rapist, much like what happened in 1800s Britain. It is a crime in Hogwarts because they're still, legally speaking, considered children, but it is not punishable should the woman be effectively wed before any trial. It isn't a prevalent problem, but this problem does exist in the magical community of Britain and British related lands within Magical British jurisdiction."
Harry slouched in his seat as he absorbed all of the information being told to him. I can't believe this . . . how was I out of the loop for so long?
"Moving on, it would seem that you regained custody of the House Elf that your parents gave you. Fine work, Mr. Potter and at such a young age," said Gritpuk, Harry furrowed his brows. "Ah, you were unaware? The House Elf known as Dobby was sold to the Malfoys by Dumbledore as he sold off your Estate's belongings, your ancestral books along with the weapons and mantle awards are gone. Did you never wonder just why that House Elf was an enthusiastic fan of yours? He was, and remains, your property bestowed as a caretaker by your parents and instructed by your parents to protect you by any means necessary from those who would wish to harm you."
Harry's eyes widened in wonder. A lot of weird shit in my life is beginning to make a lot more sense . . .
"Now, regarding the matter of your Estates and holdings. Once Dumbledore's plan backfired, we asserted our emergency powers and gained control of the Potter and Black properties. We had finally managed to take back control due to a legal technicality which we will get into later, we were able to conduct an audit of your finances and look through all of the legal documentation regarding your care and holdings. As a result, we learned of that . . . prophecy regarding you and the Dark Lord. This was a cause for deep concern for Goblin folk because of just how unprecedented the level of looting and lawlessness was allowed upon your account. We were able to file a lawsuit with the Ministry over this issue and were able to extract copies of all dealings concerning you. Needless to say, the level of wrath laid upon a young boy caught us by surprise, the Ministry essentially acted with impunity without ever informing you of your rights thanks to Dumbledore never teaching you anything about Magical Law. We had our solicitors go into a detailed investigation of such occurrences and you may be happy to know that both Minister Fudge and Dolores Umbridge have henceforth been sacked from their positions and executed after receiving a fair trial for crimes against humanity. The Hogwarts School Board has also reimbursed you and dozens of other students your tuition for last year's schooling to shield itself from lawsuits pertaining to the erstwhile Secretary's use of a banned torture device on school children."
Harry's mouth hung agape as he felt a fluttering in his chest. "What banned torture device? Do you mean the blood quill?"
Gritpuk nodded. "That device was banned since the era of the Hogwarts founders and Rurik the Great. It is one of the most ancient of torture devices and primarily used for theft of Gringotts safe through access of households typically warded through blood wards. Dumbledore got passed the Potter Estate blood wards through a legal grey area summoning blood wards in your Aunt's home. Dolores Umbridge had the audacity, and the arrogance, to assume such laws wouldn't apply to her and used blood quills on you and several other prominent Gryffindor children. This has caused a massive outrage throughout the Wizarding world. They were both kissed by Dementors after the trial. We were able to use our sources in the Daily Prophet to publicize how your account holdings were looted and how you endured the most torture. Through the DMLE's independent investigation, they discovered that Umbridge had sent Dementors to your home and that caused another media frenzy, due to the scandal, the Auror department and DMLE had to charge both of them with allegations of being closet Death Eaters and a conspiracy to murder you and had them kissed to avoid causing further panic."
Harry's lips twitched upward. So a white lie finally brought justice to them. Good, they deserve it for what they did to me.
"We secured all of the blood from the quills and sheets she put them on and tested them to be sure they fell in line. We had extra samples of yours and testing your blood led to some odd variations, we had initially assumed that she had tampered with them due to the obvious vendetta against you, but then we decided to try the ancestral test on the blood that we secured. We had to consider the prophecy's interference with your holdings. Our findings came as quite a shock to us. Here is a full list of holdings and rings signifying Lordship, should you choose to take them."
Harry took the parchment handed to him as Gritpuk deposited the rings on his side of the oak table. He read through the contents of the paper and gasped aloud.
"Unbelievable . . ." whispered Harry.
The paper had found his lineage extended all the way to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell, Potter, and Slytherin. He was Heir Presumptive to all of them and the Black Lordship, which only required him to wear the rings. Moreover, all the gold lost in the Potter vault was reimbursed by the Lestrange vault's gold. Nearly all the gold in the vault was transferred to him. "How did I get the Lestrange assets?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange killing the former Lord Black, who, since he had never been formally placed on trial, still gained the status upon his brother's passing because he was the last of the Male Black line despite being passed over for Lordship. Killing a Lord is already a heinous crime, killing the last of the male bloodline is the most heinous of crimes in Magical Britain. Should you choose to take-up the Lordship, you may strip Bellatrix of her magic and perform any punishment that you see fit. There will be no consequences as she was deemed Black family property and has killed it's last male lord. Now, without further adieu, here is a pensieve that should help bridge the gap on the basics and intermediary information regarding holding a Lordship of an Ancient and Noble House. It will further explain your unique position in the Wizengamot and other necessary details that you'll need to know."
Gritpuk placed the penseive on the table. Harry took hold of the rings and after reading the parchment thoroughly once more, he put each of them on. Harry took a quick deep breath and entered the penseive.
"Thank you all for coming," said Gritpuk, as he and Harry walked in. Harry sat on the cushioned loveseat opposite of the three-person couch of the other three occupants. Harry did a double-take as he saw Bellatrix Lestrange seated next to a man in a muggle business suit and . . .
"Harry?! Wotcher Harry," said Tonks, snapping to attention after she seemed to have been zoned out and aloof. "what are you doing here? Does the Order know that you're here? Did you get Dumbledore's permission before coming here?"
Harry paused and stared at Tonks's anxious expression with a neutral one. He counted to ten before speaking. "Isn't it obvious?"
Tonks chuckled in response. "Right, of course. What a stupid question. Of course Dumbledore must have approved you stepping out of your Aunt and Uncle's home to come here."
"Good afternoon," said Bellatrix, Harry turned to gaze at her and the muggle. "I'm Andromeda Tonks and this is my husband, Ted. You've met our daughter, Nymphadora, of course."
Harry blinked a couple of times before chuckling. Silly me, It's probably because I've been so stressed and anxiety ridden. "Ah, it's nice to meet you. I'm Harry."
"Well met." said Ted.
"Thank you all for coming," said Gritpuk, bringing everyone's attention to him. "I'm here to inform you of a . . . unique stipulation in relation to the Black family estate. It would seem that Lady Andromeda Tonks failed in her specified duties in fulfilling her role for the Black family by not marrying Evans Rosier and instead leaving the family while remaining in a disowned status."
"And I'm proud of it too," said Andromeda scowling, "pureblood society treats women like breeding cattle. Evans Rosier was known for his sadistic tendencies, which he continued to get away with throughout school due to his family connections. There is no way I would have married him. The Wizarding world is far too backwards and I prefer to ignore the depraved culture for the more modern sensibilities of muggle culture. It's precisely why I limit my interactions with the magical world."
"Yes, well, it would seem that you incurred the wrath of your Uncle, Sirius and Regulus Black's father, as he and your father wrote a magically binding contract using whatever samples they could find of your DNA. The stipulations of which are dire. This contract remained inactive because Lordship didn't immediately pass to Sirius Black. There was a clause stipulating that the next Lord Black could dismiss the contract, but that became muddled because Sirius Black was never convicted of any of his accused crimes and Regulus Black, who briefly took over Lordship, died. The Black Lordship became entangled via Old Magic because both brothers were recognized as Lord Black for a time. Sirius Black, when he lived, couldn't act in his full capacity as Lord Black and couldn't interfere even if he had known. There was a 50-50 chance this unique contract could have remained inactive. Had it been so, then Albus Dumbledore would have gained his wish and influenced the proceedings of Sirius Black's Will. However, the contract became active and allowed us to act on our emergency powers. Thanks to this contract, but regretfully, there is nothing that we can do about the contents." said Gritpuk before exhaling heavily. "Mrs. Andromeda Tonks, as punishment for breaking the law by fleeing from your family and disobeying the family rules of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, and to set forth a clear precedent for future family members and potentially for other rebellious Noble family members should this information become public, your first-born daughter is hereby stripped of her rights as a citizen of Magical Britain and henceforth magically bound to serve as the property of the next Lord Black for damages incurred by shaming the House of Black by marrying a Muggle born. She is now property, as befits her status, and all of her rights and obligations shall be determined by the next Lord Black's discretion on what her duties and privileges are. Should the firstborn female child refuse the orders of Lord Black then she shall be inflicted with whatever punishment Lord Black orders for her to do. Her magic and her life are the sole privilege of Lord Black to do with as he sees fit."
There was a stunned silence after the pronouncement. Another Goblin came in with two sets of goblets and two wine flasks. Gritpuk took advantage of the stunned silence. "As for the punishment of Andromeda Tonks and her Muggle born Husband. You have the choice of either drinking the blue wine elixir to remove any memories of this event ever happening so that you will slowly have this memory resurface in the future when attempting to interact with your daughter or you may drink the green wine elixer and forget that you ever had a daughter. The green wine elixir will permanently cut your ties with the Black family and your firstborn daughter, thus you will be free from being required to remedy any further damages for the shame that you've brought to House Black."
Nymphadora Tonks openly wept and Harry stared stunned as both Tonks's parents chose the green liquid to drink while keeping eye contact away from their only daughter.
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The duo had apparated into the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place. The Goblins had informed Kreacher of Harry's new status and the impending arrival. Kreacher was at Privet Drive to clear out Harry's belongings and place it safely in Grimmauld Place's library until Harry gave him further instructions.
"Alright, we shouldn't panic . . ." said Tonks, "Sirius messed-up but it's not entirely his fault . . ."
"What?!" said Harry, scowling at her. "What do you mean that he messed-up?"
"Harry, look," said Tonks, folding her arms and scowling at him. "this is a serious matter - ugh - obviously no pun intended! This contract has made me a slave and we need to fix this immediately before it becomes out of hand. Fucking backwards laws. Alright, let's go to Dumbledore, he'll know how to fix this situation."
Harry scowled. Dumbledore again . . . always meddling in my fucking life! I've had it! Now that I've gained Lordship, I'll make my own decisions! Fuck Dumbledore and fuck the Order. I'm taking back my life.
"No, that won't be happening," said Harry, continuing his scowling. Tonks narrowed her eyes at him. "You won't be asking for Dumbledore's help or anyone else in the Order."
"Harry, what the fuck has gotten into you?!" shouted Tonks, stepping closer to him and shoving his shoulder roughly. "Wotcher kiddo, do you intend to keep me your slave? Are you being serious right now because this better not be some sick prank! Don't you dare go treating me like property because of this shit, Harry! I expected better from you, I even liked you a little, but what the fuck do you think you're -!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!" shouted Harry, Tonks froze and her eyes widened in incredulity. Harry couldn't help but grin as he thought of what he could do with his newfound power over Tonks. "Go to the bedroom, the master bedroom, I'm going to teach you some manners."
Tonks's lips twitched. "Sure, Harry."
She apparated. Harry stared at the empty space in stunned silence and realized his mistake. He quickly ran up the stairs to the Master bedroom. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Harry barged into the Master bedroom and saw Tonks trip and fall on her bum. He couldn't help but smirk.
"Stop! You will take no more independent action unless I've given you the authorization!" said Harry quickly in the room. Tonks's eyes widened and she gaped at him. Her visage slowly shifted as she clenched her teeth and glared at him. "You also cannot act on any behavior that could harm me socially, financially, or would in any way reduce my power and privilege."
"What the fuck?! Do you really intend to make me your sex toy?! What the hell, you sick fuck! I was completely wrong about you! You're nothing like Sirius, or your parents from what Remus tells me. You are just some degenerate scum of the-!"
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid ass bitch!" shouted Harry, "and give me your wand! You're not allowed to use it unless I authorize you to use magic."
"Ahhh . . ." said Tonks as she began to hiss in pain. She got up and began walking over to Harry. She handed Harry her wand and Harry pocketed it. Tonks shook her head as she gave him a loathsome look. Her eyes blazing with malice.
"Alright, now that I have all of that secured," said Harry beginning to grin as he appraised Tonks. "I want to see what you really look like. So, come on, show me."
Tears began to trickle down Tonks's eyes as she metamorphed back into her original form. Harry stared at the grey eyes, lengthy jet-black hair, and creamy complexion. He reflexively scowled. "So, you look a lot like the younger version of that psychotic bitch."
Tonks looked at the floor as tears streaked down her cheeks. She didn't respond to his reference of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry licked his lips as he felt a twitch in his nether regions. He imagined what it would be like to see Tonks's nude body. He grinned.
"Nymphadora," said Harry, Tonks looked him in the eyes and glared. "From now on, when we're in private, you shall refer to me as Master as befitting your status."
Tonks flinched and slowly began shaking her head as tears ran down her cheeks. Her visage was a mix of disgust and fright. Her body began to shake as she stood motionless and visibly afraid of Harry's grinning face.
"Now I understand that you're having a hard time being obedient, but in time you'll learn, and to help you learn your place; from now on, if I feel like fulfilling any fantasies I have with your body, you shall beg me to do whatever sexual acts I want upon you," said Harry, his groin hardening as he mentally prepared to let himself loose. "You are property, my property. Your body, mind, and soon your heart shall belong to me. Am I understood, Nymphadora?"
"Yes," choked Tonks, as continued shaking her head and sniffling to herself. "my . . . Master."
"Great, now take off all of your clothes," said Harry, grinning as his groin hardened. "and don't forget to smile, Nymphadora."
Nymphadora smiled as tears streaked down her cheeks and she slowly began taking off her clothes. After removing her shoes, socks, belt, shirt, and pants, she wept as she slowly unhooked and tossed her bra. Harry licked his lips as the creamy mounds were free. Harry stared at the breasts of a real woman and slowly walked over. Nymphadora shivered as his cold hand touched her right breast and he felt her heartbeat along with her rythmic breathing. Harry gently squeezed her right breast and marveled at her body's softness as Nymphadora took off her panties.
"Oh yes, Master, yes," moaned Nymphadora, as her tears flowed unceasingly.
"Get in bed, spread your legs wide, begin stimulating yourself, and do it while saying what I instructed you to say." said Harry grinning cheekily.
The nude woman who looked like a younger version of Bellatrix got onto the Master bed and used her right hand to move around her clit in a sensual circular motion while using her left hand to move around her left breast.
"Take me Master," squealed Nymphadora as she shook her head and cried, "Take me, I am your property. Take me, please! I need you inside me, my Master! I want to give myself to you completely! I am your property, please use me. Take me, take me, and bestow your manhood inside me so I may please you as befits my status."
Harry felt both his face and his penis hurt. His face from smiling too much and his penis from being hardened with no relief for too long. He began to take off his pants but then stopped to take Nymphadora's wand. He felt the power coursing through it as if it were his own wand. With Nymphadora being his property, and him declaring oversight of her decisions, even her magic became his to do with as he pleased - with or without her permission. As it should be, I'm a Lord now, I'll do with my property as I see fit.
He waved her wand and all of his clothes vanished. He placed his and her wand on the bedroom desk. He stood stark naked and grinned at Tonks who kept muttering her begging as her head thrashed from side to side with tears and snorts of distress. "Stop touching yourself and put your hands to the side, keep your legs wide for your Lord."
"Yes, Master," said Nymphadora smiling at him and crying. Her eyes wide in horror as she stared at his erection.
Harry got onto his bed and sat on his knees in front of Nymphadora's prone and vulnerable body. He moved his body above hers with his hands holding himself above her shoulders as he positioned himself. "Stop shaking your head, when I have sex with you, you reciprocate willingly and in only pleasurable manners with no ill intent. You give your body to me and keep begging for it."
He began to lower himself as Nymphadora's eyes widened in horror. "Ah wait, I forgot, when I do get fully inside you, then you wrap your legs around me and do your best to sleep alongside me, should I pass out. If I don't give you any orders, then you just sleep alongside me. Remember, you must never harm me and must never allow harm to come upon me."
"Yes, Master," said Nymphadora smiling, "please Master, please take me, take me already. I need you, Master. Please, I am yours, take me and allow me to prove myself suitable for you and my status under you."
Harry's groin hardened at those words as he grinned. He slowly plunged his tip into her vagina. He moaned. Nymphadora's tears leaked anew as Harry smiled at her. She began kissing his face and muttering "Take me, take me. I am your property, please use me!" as he slowly plunged deeper and feeling her tightness. He hummed in pleasure. Finally, some real relief after all my effort and hardwork. It's just like those childhood fairy tales, the hero gets his woman, his property, from the clutches of evil and makes it his own. Morality is bullshit, you have to take what you want and screw everyone else to be happy. Might as well, since Voldemort is likely to win because of the prophecy. I might die by the end of the year, so I . . . I deserve some relief, right? Bah, who cares. If child rapists and murderers like Death Eaters can get off through a corrupt legal system, then I'm less of a villain than them. I, at least, follow the law.
He couldn't control himself anymore. Harry plunged into Nymphadora's folds fully and gasped in pleasure. Nymphadora screamed in pain, Harry scowled and drew back a fist, he punched her in the face as he pulled up slightly and submerged his penis into her tight folds, and then Nymphadora obediently wrapped her legs around his hips as she had been instructed.
"You stupid bitch, you were going to Dumbledore, and you look like the dumb bitch who killed Sirius," said Harry as he raised his left fist and punched Nymphadora in the right eye causing a visible bruise. Harry then slowly pulled slightly out before slamming his shaft into her folds.
"Ahhh!" screeched Nymphadora, as she brought her hands up out of instinct to protect her face. Harry grinned as he began smacking as he realized that he didn't have to act rational anymore and could do as he pleased. He kept his grin as he was slapping and punching her and then thrusting in and out of her. "P-please Master, I'm sorry, please, I won't do it! I am yours, I'll never do it again!"
Harry began to quicken his thrusts as he kept punching her and slapping her. He smiled in glee at finally getting relief for all the pain throughout his life and getting back at one of Dumbledore's lackies and Bellatrix's family members. Harry gleefully punched, slapped, and thrust into her quicker and quicker. Nymphadora held her hands to absorb the blow to the faces from the punches, she willingly took the slaps, and her breasts bounced and her back arched as Harry thrusted vigorously into her body.
"Whose property are you, Nymphadora?! Who will you obey for the rest of your life?!" shouted Harry in a demanding tone of voice. Nymphadora pulled her head back and cried in pain from the snot, tears, and trickles of blood on her bruised face. Harry punched, slapped, and thrust into her mercilessly, not giving her a moment of peace. "WHOSE PROPERTY ARE YOU, SLAVE?! WHO WILL YOU NEVER DISOBEY EVER AGAIN?! WELL, LET ME HEAR IT?! LET ME HEAR YOU BEG AND WANT IT! WHOSE PROPERTY ARE YOU?!"
"YOU . . . ! ONLY YOU, MASTER!" cried Nymphadora, "I'M YOURS! I BELONG TO YOU! TAKE ME! HIT ME! BRUISE ME! I'M YOURS, YOUR PROPERTY, AS BEFITS MY STATUS! I AM YOURS, ONLY YOURS! TAKE ME! TAKE ME! TAKE ME, MASTER! MY MIND, BODY, AND SOUL SHALL ALWAYS BELONG TO YOU! TAKE ME! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!"
Nymphadora laid her hands to the sides of her head as Harry thrust into her quicker and quicker. He punched her, he slapped her, and she attempted to constantly kiss and lick his fingers. He shoved her as she tried to kiss his nose and cheeks before punching and slapping her over and over. He felt such relief finally being able to make someone else hurt, finally being able to take his pent-up hate for the beatings endured by Dudley and Vernon upon someone else while starving from days on end by Petunia, and finally gaining some pleasure in his life by forcing someone else to obey him. He thrust into her with unrestrained vigor, as her hips moved in unison with his, her body moved back and forth prone on the bed for his pleasure, her breasts bounced, and Nymphadora screamed in a contradistinction of pain and hurt from her torture and emotional self-loathing along with pleasure from Harry raping her. Harry wept tears of joy as he finally got to make someone else suffer with no consequences. Umbridge gets away with torturing me, Snape gets away with torturing me, Voldemort gets away with torturing me, the Malfoys get away with hurting others without any jail time, Pettigrew gets away while Sirius remains dead and blamed for his deeds, and Dumbledore treats me like a chess piece without ever allowing me a say in my own life. My "friends" always defend him and not me. Monsters rule this world, to win, you have to be a monster!
Harry exhaled. Finally having the deep spite and hatred lessen after all those years of holding back. Harry stopped hitting her and muttered for her to lay flat as he fucked her. Her hips moved with his, her body moved back and forth, and Harry continued to pound into his slave.
"Take me, take me, take me, take me," whispered Nymphadora as Harry continued to thrust inside her over and over. Harry pushed himself deeply into her tight folds and stopped. I've decided . . . I don't . . . no, I won't care what the consequences are for me acting how I want with my property. I want to know more about magic traditions, I'll treat her as befits her status. I won't give a damn about consequences because there shouldn't be any. It's all legal and I have a right to treat my property however I want. That is the privilege of a Lord of my status.
He grinned as he put his arms on her armpits and gently hoisted her body with his upper body strength and balanced her with his knees. "Put your arms around my neck and hug your me tightly."
"Yes, Master." said Nymphadora, obediently wrapping her arms around him and pressing her sexually aroused body closely onto his.
Harry raised his head and let out a soft sigh of pleasure before moving his face to focus on Nymphadora looking up at him. Her grinned as he saw a spark of revulsion and hate in her eyes. She had enough to hate him forever and see him as nothing but a monster and possibly her worst night terrors for the rest of her life.
"Move your head over to my shoulder and rest your chin on there," said Harry. Nymphadora obeyed. Harry put his head on her hair and smelled the sweet scent of her shampoo despite the bodily sweat between them as he held his property close to him. She hugged back and kissed his neckline, cheeks, and shoulder.
He captured her mouth with his and they began a snogging session as their bodies wrapped around each other. Harry felt her breasts pressed on his chest and he began to pound into her vigorously. He tasted her salty tears as she moaned in pain and slowly felt the pressure in his nether regions. He allowed the kiss to break and began to lick and suck his property's right areola.
"Wait, Master! Ahhh, take me, Master, take me . . . !" said Nymphadora as Harry licked and sucked the areola while thrusting in and out of her rapidly as he came close to his release. Ah, so she's close to climax too. Harry felt her folds press more tightly on his penis and moaned in pleasure. Nymphadora's breath hitched as her tears streaked down her cheeks. Her breath hitched as her body gently bounced up and down but she seemed to try to be concentrating on saying something. Harry's lips twitched as he licked and suckled his property while keeping her from focusing my thrusting into her. "Master . . . ! Master, please! I . . . ahhhhh, yes, take me, I'm yours, but Master . . . ! Ahhh . . . I am property, and the old ways . . . ahhh yesss, takemetakeme, ahhh! The old ways say . . . Wizards don't have any equivalent to contraception! ahhh . . . That is anything . . . ohhh . . . like Muggles, aaaaand ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhh . . . ! The old ways say thaaaahhhh, that! that! ahhhhhh . . . the child of a slave and the maaahhhh, Master! Yes, take me, take me, take me, I am yours . . . but the child will also be a slave . . . and ahhh . . . and is expected to serve the Master in the same ahhh capacity as the Mother slave! Ahhh! If it's a born a girl, ahhh!"
Harry abruptly stopped moving. Nymphadora cried out as she suddenly felt the stop of pleasure and moaned in pleasure at the gentle wind blowing on their nude and sweaty bodies. Harry moved Nymphadora slightly apart from him and put his right index and thumb underneath her chin to gently prod her to look at him at eye level. Harry grinned.
"Well then, see that you fulfill your obligations as my property," said Harry grinning, Nymphadora shivered as she saw that grin. "or, should the child be a girl, she will be obligated to fulfill your duties, and you will be serving some other task, probably whatever any wife I take has you do or perhaps to be given to business clients to please through use of your genetic talents. You will, of course, follow such assignments dutifully and I'll teach this possible daughter to properly fulfill her nightly obligations as my property."
Her eyes widened as he finished. The glint of rebellion and spark of light seemed to die in Nymphadora's eyes as her bruised and slightly bloodied face seemed to look at him as if for the first time. She shook her head slowly. Harry kept his grin and a fresh set of tears seemed to flow from her eyes. Her body slouched as if in defeat and she began to emphatically kiss Harry's nose, ears, and around his mouth with new fervor.
"N-no . . . M-master, I . . . I . . ." said Nymphadora, kissing him on the cheeks. "I'll do my best to serve you and to fulfill my obligations as befits my status. I am yours, yours alone to do as he sees fit. Please take me, please fuck me, and use me as you see fit. Take me, Master, I need you, I'll always need you so take me, take me and let me be yours wholly and completely!"
Harry caught Nymphadora's mouth with his own and kissed her back passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body on his, and he resumed thrusting into the folds of her womanhood. She moaned in pain and pleasure. Her folds tightened as he continued pushing his manhood in and out of her tightening womanhood. They hugged tightly and kissed passionately. Finally, Harry felt the tightening. Nymphadora's folds tightened around his cock and the pressure became too much for him. He unloaded his cum into his property and she cried out in pain and pleasure with tears continuing to streak down her face as Harry streaked kisses down her neck. He continued to thrust faster and faster and finally buried himself deep within her folds. Cum delved into his property and some leaked out. They fell while wrapped in each other's arms. Kreacher came to summon the blanket over them as they subconsciously snuggled and fell asleep together. Harry kissed Nymphadora on the forehead and stroked her hair and she nestled her head into the crook of his neck.
Harry yawned and awoke in bed. He checked the window to see the sun rise. I guess going through all of those rituals really drained me. The wards for all my properties must have gone up immediately upon claiming my Lordship.
He looked down and smirked as he saw a nude Nymphadora resting on his body with her legs still wrapped around his waist albeit more loosely. He gently turned over their bodies, which laid side to side, to move her on bottom and him on top. He began touching her and tracing his hands around her body. He touched her from her elbows, to her shoulders, to her shoulders feeling the firmness of her body, and to moving his hands to her neck.
I could choke her to death and there would be no repercussions. mused Harry, he suddenly felt the urge to do just that. To wrap his hands around her throat and choke her awake. He giggled at the idea. No, it could be fun but it would be a waste. I don't want to kill her.
He moved his hands down her collarbone began to play with her breasts. Poking them, pinching them, squishing them, moving them around in circles, licking the areolas with his tongue, putting his head on the center and enjoying her scent before using his breasts to motorboat himself, and kissing them. He briefly thought of waking her up to fulfill a sudden fantasy of putting his penis between her mounds but dismissed the thought. He grinned as he heard Nymphadora's moans of pleasure from his ministrations before moving his hands downward. He placed his palms flat to feel her belly and looked down at their still united genitals.
All mine. All to do with as I please, Harry gazed at Nymphadora's bruised and swollen face and grinned again. So beautiful. Maybe I should make a habit of redecorating the bitch's face.
Harry stretched and pulled his penis slightly out of Nymphadora before slamming back into her folds quickly. Nymphadora woke up screaming in pain. Harry scowled and slapped her.
"What?! What the hell?! Who is doing that?!" yelled Nymphadora groggily, slowly trying to raise her body while gingerly holding her slapped cheek with her left hand. "What is going on?!"
Harry glared at his property's misbehavior and punched her in the face causing her to fall onto the bed. Harry began to vigorously pound into her. Harry hissed in pleasure as Nymphadora began screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"I'm, I'm sorry, Master . . . ahh, Ahh, AHH!!!" screamed Nymphadora as Harry relentlessly thrusted in and out of her. Her boobs giggled, she lay her body flat as her left hand covered her tear streaked eyes, and she begged for forgiveness while screaming out in reaction to Harry's thrusting. "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhh! Maaahh, Master! Please! I'm sorr- AHHH!!"
Harry moaned and then hummed as he heard Nymphadora's screams. Harry thrusted faster and faster as he heard Nymphadora moan, scream, felt increased pleasure from her sweaty body writhing in pain from his fast thrusts as she squirmed and her breasts jiggled, and Harry finally felt her folds clench around his penis. Harry thrusted faster as Nymphadora moaned. She laid motionless simply accepting his penetrative thrusts and he finally felt the pressure. Harry came inside his property and gasped in pleasure. Nymphadora arched her back for her own orgasm before collapsing upon the bed. Harry watched in amusement as she breathed heavily while laying helpless on the bed. He spread his property's legs apart and finally pulled out of her.
Nymphadora folded her legs towards herself and breathed heavily. Harry moved to her left side and roughly shoved her off the bed. Nymphadora yelped and fell hard on the wooden floor. Harry burst out laughing at seeing her tenderly touching her side and crying. Harry grabbed the two wands, got off the bed, and waved his own to charm a towel on him as he moved to get ready to shower. He turned back to Nymphadora and scowled.
"What the hell are you doing, you idiot?!" shouted Harry. Nymphadora had flinched as she had tried to reach for her bra as she began raising her body. She turned to him with her eyes widening in fear. "You will not wear any clothes unless we have guests in the house. Kreacher will come by later to give you the clothing befitting your status and check you for injuries. You may wallow here and express your feelings and you will eat at your designated station in the kitchen."
Harry waved his wand and her clothes were immediately incinerated to ash. He grinned before leaving. Nymphadora tried to calm herself with a few ragged breaths before she collapsed onto the wood floor and screamed in frustration as she wept. She curled herself into a ball and cried aloud. Her body shuddered as she cried. Oh Merlin, what did I do to deserve this?! What?! Why did this have to happen to me?! My parents . . . I was so wrong about them, they never did love me. How could they just forget about me?! And now I'm stuck here, forever . . . Why?! Why, why, why, why, why . . . !
There was a pop. Nymphadora looked up to see Kreacher with a medical bag and a collar. Nymphadora had another bout of crying and screaming as she saw the collar had the title "NYMPH" in white.
-
Harry quietly ate the breakfast that Kreacher had prepared until a brown owl came through one of the open windows and deposited an envelope before quickly flying outside and away from sight.
Harry stared outside the window quizzically before grabbing the letter and reading the front. A letter from Luna?
He ripped the envelope and unfolded the letter to read.
Dear Harry,
I am so sorry that I wasn't able to reach you before now. I was on my vacation with my daddy up until yesterday and I didn't know where you lived but I sent my owl after the news reported this morning about you obtaining emancipation and your inheritance. I hope this letter reaches you well. I have something of vital importance that I urgently need to speak with you about. I cannot specify here because of the possibility of Voldemort or other parties obtaining this letter. There is also the possibility that this letter won't reach you or will reach someone else by accident.
Please, if you're not too busy, come to my home. The address is enclosed below and charmed so only those who don't wish me harm shall be able to read it.
With love,
Luna Lovegood
Harry narrowed his eyes. I should be cautious. It's appealing to believe that this is genuine, but it could be a trap. I'll have to be sure . . . and if it is a trap . . . well, I've learned how to punish those who've wronged me.
Harry tossed the letter onto the floor and grabbed the book that he had placed next to his breakfast. The title read: SLAVE BONDS. Harry grinned and opened the book.
I'll go there after reading this first. From now on, I take what I feel is mine. Speaking of, I wonder what other types of collars and titles for the collars I should create. The Nymph collar was a stroke of genius but I'm not sure I can keep up the same style of jests should I acquire more properties like Nymphadora.
He flipped to the first chapter and began reading. After some time, a nude Nymphadora, with bandages on her face, came down wearing nothing but a white collar with the title NYMPH on it. Harry briefly glanced at her before pointing to the floor. Nymphadora gazed down at a dog bowl with chicken and rice within it. She scowled for a few seconds before immediately getting on her knees, then shifting her body to all fours, and eating from the dog bowl with just her face. Harry got up and moved his chair close to her and then sat down. He rested his feet on Nymphadora's back as if she were his footstool and silently turned a page from his book. Nymphadora groaned but didn't say anything and remained in her dog position for her Master.
After several minutes, in which Nymphadora tried to keep the discomfort and pain of her position to herself, Harry gazed away from his book.
"Dobby!"
There was a sudden pop and Dobby the House Elf appeared. "Harry Potter, sir!"
Harry smiled back at Dobby's eager expression. "The chief manager of Gringotts, Gritpuk, has informed me that you were originally meant to be my house elf and how you were stolen away from me."
Dobby's eyes drooped as he nodded. "Yes, Dumblydoor took Dobby and sold him to evil Malfoy snakes. Dobby would rather die than serve evil monsters who hurt Harry Potter."
"Would you like to serve me again?" asked Harry, "It . . . would be slavery again but for your intended purpose."
"Dobby would be honored!" said Dobby smiling, "Dobby always wanted to help and protect Harry Potter, sir! Dobby always felt ashamed at failing House Potter but too sad to ask to be taken back after failing Harry Potter, sir."
"Not at all, it wasn't your fault," said Harry, raising his wand, "I, Lord Harry Potter, do hereby take Dobby as my personal House Elf and as House Elf to serve all my Lordships for his stellar service, bravery, and loyalty to the last of House Potter."
A stream of magic enveloped both Dobby and Harry before dissipating. Dobby's facial features and body seemed to look healthier. Harry smiled.
"Alright Dobby, I require a fairly hard task from you from the get-go," said Harry, Dobby nodded eagerly. "Bind and bring Narcissa and Bellatrix here into the room with the Black tapestry for punishment after I've finished doing giving the magically binding instructions on their punishment for besmirching and shaming House Black and House Potter."
Dobby nodded and stood to attention as Harry began the binding oaths.
-
"Hello Harry," said Luna, as Harry popped into her bedroom thanks to Dobby's magic. "I see that you've gained Lordships and regained your house elf, that's nice to know."
Harry gazed upon the roof of Luna's ceiling and snorted at the artwork of friendship. "I'm afraid a lot has changed in a short ti-"
Harry looked down to gaze at Luna and stopped talking. Harry noticed Luna's wand was by her dresser and she sat a few feet away at the center of the right side of her bed. Harry's felt a twinge in his pants as he noticed that all Luna had on was a see-through sleeping dress. Harry couldn't help but lick his lips as he saw her respectable bust as Luna breathed in and out, her trimmed pussy, and her curvy physique. He looked back up at her eyes.
"Now, what did I do to enjoy such a beautiful view?" said Harry, his lips twitching upward. "I must say, this makes me more on edge. I'm fairly certain that this is a trap now."
"No traps and no tricks," said Luna, unusually somber. Harry narrowed his eyes. "I'm wearing this because there is no use in escaping my fate and I have to choose the lesser of two evils. Your decision to give up on love, justice, and morality essentially set forth a domino effect that is unchangeable and has ramifications for the entire wizarding world. It has ramifications for my own personal life as well . . . this conversation won't end without you either killing me or raping me."
"What the hell are you saying?!" snapped Harry scowling before he paused. " . . . You're a seer."
Luna nodded. "I've looked through all the possibilities of what this conversation will result in. If I had worn more clothes, you would have deemed me having tried to deceive you and killed me under the assumption that I was a threat."
"Well, that's your own fault, isn't it?" said Harry, glaring at her. Luna gazed back with half-lidded eyes. "why bother contacting me to begin with?!"
"If I had never contacted you, then either you would have come here on a whim and killed me from the resulting conversation," said Luna, "or I would have been raped and murdered by death eaters in the Malfoy manor's dungeon or forced into a marriage by my father as he sought to protect me only to eventually be killed off anyway."
"Seems rather conniving to wear that apparel and have such a unique power," said Harry, taking out his wand, "it would be more accurate to assume that this is a shoddy attempt at being a gold digger."
"I have no illusions about the inequalities that my gender has to live through, Harry," said Luna, shrugging, "and I'm far safer with you than any of the other destinies that would await me. My entire life would be remembered as a headline for the daily prophet about the true despicable capabilities of Voldemort's Death Eaters by becoming a martyr for the Light's propaganda machine. My safest option, now that you've given up on being a hero, is with you, despite the fact I could be losing my freedom like Nymphadora Tonks has already. Even with . . . what you intend to do . . ."
Luna sighed and looked toward the floor as her posture stiffened.
"Oh, and what would have happened had I continued to play hero?" asked Harry, "Let me guess, constantly berating myself for not living up to expectations made as a result of seeking validation from my so-called friends, and Dumbledore, who constantly put me down?"
"Yes, that is correct," said Luna looked up to meet Harry in the eyes. She frowned and nodded. Harry scowled and snorted. "Had you not given up on your values then you would have continued to be deceived by Albus Dumbledore, you would have survived the war thanks to Voldemort's short-sidedness, you would have become Master of Death itself and never used such power, you would not have had to stain your hands with blood, you would never have committed such egregious acts of violence, you would have married your cousin Ginny Weasley and lived a fairly happy life, and you and I would never have been more than old school acquaintances. But now, that future is irrevocably lost as a possibility. We tread upon a far more vile, sadistic path now. A path in which I either submit to you or submit to a horrid death."
"How the bloody hell are you certain of all this?" questioned Harry, pointing his wand at her, "to be perfectly frank, it sounds like rubbish. Even an older seer like Trelawney doesn't know about her own powers. They never seem to be written in stone as you say."
Luna shrugged and sighed. "If you don't believe me then my death is unavoidable. I had hoped that you would think of the time spent with me as valuable, as I had assumed. For me, I enjoyed our friendship, however short it was. I did my utmost to help you however I could, I did the best I could when you came to me for advice on the loss of your beloved godfather. But to answer your question, seers such as myself and Trelawney can absorb the knowledge of all prophecies that are smashed near their vicinity. Needless to say, I was not in top form during our tragic escapade in the Department of Mysteries."
"What does that -!" said Harry, clenching his teeth before he froze and his eyes widened. "When we smashed the prophecy room to flee from the Death Eaters . . . wait, that means you also know of the prophecy involving me and Voldemort?"
"That is correct," said Luna, nodding, "although, it runs deeper than you may think. Prophecies co-exist with each other to make a coherent and binding magical influence upon the lives of all wizards and witches within the defined borders specified by the one who sacrificed themselves to create the prophecy. That is particularly true for those mentioned in the prophecy but it effects all magical people within specified borders or specified group identities."
"Why is that?" asked Harry, his wand arm remaining still as it pointed directly at Luna. "Indulge me, there is far too much about the magical world that I never questioned before. I'm all ears."
Luna nodded. "It all began hundreds of years ago, and it relates to Oath magic, similar to the Fidelus Charm, life debts, binding three-party magical contracts, insidious soul anchoring magic like Horcruxes, and the preconceived notions of ancient Britain."
Harry conjured a chair and sat down. Luna sat comfortably on her bed, took a deep breath, and began her story.
"During the era of King Arthur, the great wizard, Merlin Peverell attained the height of magical power by ascending to a higher - god-like - form for his own side, far more than any dark or light wizard in all of human history through his extensive research and practice but he grew covetous," said Luna, Harry raised an eyebrow, "Out of fear and jealousy that he bore for Arthur's sister, Morgan Le Fey, and his growing concern of her equal rights movement in order to push for greater rights and privileges of women in Magical Britain to the superior social conditions that women in other parts of the world had, he sacrificed his entire being, to the very root of his magical core, to create a binding magical oath upon all of Magical Britain. He held deeply ultra-conservative Christian views from his time period that kept British magical women in subservient status to the British Magical men. If he had been an ordinary wizard, then his sacrifice wouldn't have been effective at all. It would have vanished as a vague and weak compulsion in people's thoughts once every hundred years before being dismissed. But Merlin, a direct descendent of the great Salazer Slytherin, and the most powerful wizard to ever live, had much stronger, pernicious compulsions placed upon Magical Britain as a result of his sacrifice. His myopic, preconceived biases would be compelled to be fulfilled upon the entire population of Magical Britain without them being the wiser. It's merely a small tug, a subtle change in perceiving other people, but it's enough to gently skew views and is more influential upon people who lack a strong sense of identity. Since the sacrificial oath is designed to require to take place, prophecies came into existence as a result. As a byproduct of those prophecies, people tuned more sensitively to the flow of collective magic became seers."
Harry's eyes widened. The tales of King Arthur's time only talk about how Merlin was trying to create equality for Muggleborn wizards and how Morgan Le Fey fought against that because of her strong pureblood beliefs . . .
"As you can imagine, Morgan Le Fey grew furious, and was eventually able to cut away being tied and controlled by her brother and her arranged suitor by invoking magical rituals that she crafted relating to bloodshed and death. She eventually became known as the first Dark Lord, or rather Dark Lady in this instance, by aligning her soul with death itself and ascending to a more insidious version of what Merlin had become. She successfully cursed the Peverell line with misfortune, early deaths, and constant strife by gifting Merlin's three children with her most powerful creations; the Deathly Hallows. Of which, you have the cloak of concealment from death's searching gaze. After awhile, other wizards and witches began such sacrificing techniques, King Arthur had inadvertently popularized it by sacrificing himself to keep Magical Britain bound to the concept of good versus evil which was his own personal worldview. Which is why the Wizarding world, including adults, define themselves by such oversimplistic views of the world with hardly any grey area. Many of these magically binding oath sacrifices had devastating long term ramifications, such as the fact that while Magical Britain's residents remain squabbling over petty and myopic issues of good versus evil, the rest of the Magical world works with Muggles to test the effects of magic on space travel and how to amplify the possibility for humanity to conquer the universe itself. The art of sacrifice was eventually lost but not after devastating sacrifices made just about every Magical family in Britain. Which brings me to how all of this effects you, Harry."
Harry straightened his posture as Luna continued. "Due to Merlin's Oath keeping women subjugated, Morgan Le Fey's curse upon your family, and King Arthur's self-centered belief in good and evil; by rejecting morality, you have rejected keeping all of those prophecies coherent within the context of good versus evil and worse, the soul piece that Voldemort accidently left within you is now influencing and blending into your worldview. Essentially, your soul is absorbing the soul piece and it is changing you. It won't necessarily give you the same views as Voldemort but it'll influence you to view the world with the same positive and negative qualities as he does from your own vantage point and it shall have repercussions for more than just Nymphadora and I. For example, while you may believe blood purity is garbage, you may begin to loathe another group that you identify as worthless."
"Oh really?" said Harry, crossing his arms, "so how does the prophecy change and how will it effect me?"
"The most important aspect of the prophecy was that neither can live while the other survives," said Luna, Harry nodded and narrowed his eyes. "therefore, to keep consistent within its context, you will absorb Voldemort's soul piece within you and go on to absorb his other soul pieces . . . so that you both shall become one. You, Harry Potter, because you have gained the truth by forsaking morality, and should you make me part of your consul, shall bring forth a darkness never seen before upon all of Magical Britain by becoming an eternal Dark Lord greater than both Merlin's power and Morgan Le Fey's darkness. Should you tread this path, your destiny, which has already nosedived into a vile path, shall become more treacherous and dark like none before . . . "
Harry grinned. "Enough talking. Time to take what I want."
"Just so you know," said Luna, getting to her feet and moving her hands behind the see-through apparel. "My father will press charges when he finds out. In some futures, you do get hassled with a legal battle and - although statistically miniscule - possible jail time for your transgressions."
"Oh, and why tell me this?"
"Because within that time frame, Voldemort is able to strike brutally in some form, usually consisting of massive civilian casualties." said Luna, as she ripped the tie from behind and the sleeping garment cascaded down to the floor slowly. Harry licked his lips as his gaze drifted up and down her body. Luna shivered. "Could you . . . please at least be gentle?"
Harry stepped over to Luna and smiled as he gazed down at her apprehensive visage. Her mouth was in a thin line and her eyes seemed to be pleading. "No, from now I on, I take what I want. I don't care how you or anybody else feel about it. But let me ask you, do you have any strong feelings for me? I can't imagine you telling me all this just because of self-interest."
"I did . . . but you're no longer entirely Harry Potter anymore," said Luna, she took a deep, ragged, breath. Harry smirked as her breasts jiggled. He gazed at her thin lower stomach and shaved pussy. Her body was impeccable. Soon, it will be mine. "at least, that is what I try to tell myself. It's understandable why you snapped, you cannot expect any reasonable human being to keep being tortured and mentally demeaned so consistently with no negative repercussions. But I did love you, the you before this horrible transformation, I just had to keep firm in my commitment to the most peaceful resolution. There was no scenario in which you and I became romantically and intimately involved that didn't include a horrific future for Magical Britain for the next century and a terrible personality change for the both of us. It is only under dire conditions that we would be romantically involved . . . but this isn't romance and it isn't intimacy. It's just a form of violence and nothing else."
Harry shrugged. "That's how the world works."
Luna shook her head. "That's how you believe the world works and how you project your views of the world onto others to make it function that way. It is your circular reasoning."
"Maybe," said Harry nodding, "but I no longer give a shit. Get in bed and spread them or I'll kill you."
Luna began crying as Harry roughly pushed her onto the bed. He took out his wand and flicked it to vanish his clothes before putting his wand beside Luna's desk. His penis stood erect, Luna closed her eyes and scrunched her face as she moved to lay near the center of the bed, Luna's tears continued to leak as she parted her legs, and Harry got onto the bed and positioned himself above her. He licked his lips and grinned.
He slammed his shaft into her in one thrust. Luna inhaled sharply and pulled her body upwards before screaming in pain. Harry scowled and punched her in the face causing her to get knocked back onto the bed. Luna held her bruised cheek and wept in silence.
Harry grasped both of Luna's legs and put each of them over his shoulders. He smiled as he felt himself nestled into her womanhood before he began thrusting erratically in and out of her. Luna made some strangled noises but otherwise seemed to keep silent as Harry threw his head back and continued his thrusting. He smiled down at his new toy.
Luna's body rocked back and forth at Harry's thrusting, her legs moved slightly up and down around his shoulders, and her body moved back and forth. Harry pressed his hands on each of her areola's and rubbed them with his fingers. He began moving them around aimlessly in different directions as he vigorously pounded into Luna.
"You're mine," said Harry, as he continued thrusting into her. Luna tried to keep her lips in a thin line but let out a moan. She avoided eye contact with Harry. "Mine to do with as I please. It's like all those old storybook fantasies. Men have a right to obtain women as a reward and women exist to be accessories for the purpose of pleasing men. And the laws agree with me, you're all just property for men to own. Even the laws agree with me."
Harry laughed as he thrusted into Luna more forcefully. Luna bit her lip as she tried to hold back a scream and remain silent. She closed her eyes and continued to cry in silence as Harry laughed while robbing her of her virginity, her rights to her own body, and her self-worth.
Luna's walls clenched around Harry's cock and Harry came inside her. Luna kept her eyes shut as Harry let out a growl and then he continued to laugh as he made one final thrust inside Luna.
After Harry finished inside her, he pulled out his penis and smirked as he saw cum leak onto the bed. He quickly got off the bed, walked over to the dresser, and grabbed his wand. He flicked it to summon back his clothes and turned to see Luna covering her tear streaked face.
"Get up, we're going to my home," commanded Harry. Luna shifted her feet closer to her but otherwise made no move. Harry scowled. "If you don't learn proper obedience when I order you, then perhaps I'll just make you a slave like that Nymph? I'm fully within my rights. I have a use for you and you should feel privileged for having been chosen by me. Now, get up, we're going to do the marriage ritual so I can gain full custody of you. Your choice is a few rights or no rights. Choose wisely, my little whore."
" . . . I . . . I'm not a whore." whispered Luna, as she slowly got up to a sitting position. She wiped her tears with her left arm. "P . . . please don't say that . . . Lord Potter."
"You certainly got fucked like one," said Harry, grinning, Luna flinched. "Now get up, and get dressed appropriately. We're going to get married so I don't get sued. I know exactly which House to bestow upon you."
Luna sniffed and nodded as she slowly got off the bed. She moved to her dressed and opened it to pull out a fresh set of undergarments, a shirt, pants, and robes. She slowly began putting them on as Harry conjured a chair and sat leering at her.
Luna slowly began putting her clothes on and frowned as she saw Harry smirking at her from the corner of her eye. Luna tried to get her breathing to calm as she accidentally moved outside the circle when putting her panties on. Harry snorted and she blushed as she tried to move her right leg in the proper position.
"What the hell are you doing?!" shouted Harry, Luna flinched and collapsed to her knees in another fit of tears. "Why the hell are you crying? In fact, why cry before I took your body and used it? You already knew it was a possibility."
"Be that as it may," said Luna, slowly catching her breath. "nobody likes being forced into a fate that they didn't choose."
Harry stiffened at those words. He shook his head and relaxed his shoulders. I will no longer care about consequences. The world is shit. I don't give a damn what happens to others anymore. No point in being everybody's bitch.
Luna wiped her eyes again. "You chose to give up on morality, you prevented Tonks from gaining freedom, and then raped her to make her submit to you. This was fated to happen . . . but I don't have to like it. I don't have to like -"
Luna stopped and stared at Harry. Harry's groin hardened again as he saw Luna staring at him with a thin line. He raised and eyebrow as she covered her face with her right hand. She inhaled and then exhaled a ragged breath as she slowly shook her head.
"I . . . it can't be . . . why? How can I be so damn foolish?!" screamed Luna. Harry jumped in surprise but remained seated. "I . . . I still . . . love you. Even after all this . . . how in Morgana's name can I be so pathetic?! How can I . . . even after all this?!"
Harry grinned. "You still love me? So, how long exactly have you been in love with me?"
Luna turned her face away to look at her dresser. "Since . . . the moment you treated me like a human being and an equal whose opinions you valued. You didn't ask for anything in return and you believed me about the threstals and my other views. You respected me . . . but now, all of that is gone. You don't value or respect me as even a friend anymore. I'm nothing to you now."
"How can you love your rapist?" said Harry before chuckling. Tears threatened to erupt from Luna's eyes. "You're right, that's completely pathetic."
"I . . . I always wanted to be valued and respected," said Luna, quickly wiping away the tears. She faced him once more and held his gaze. "No one . . . ever gave me that in school and I always knew I'd have an even worse time after school once I had to fulfill my societal duties as a wife. I've always felt alone in school, my father tried his best but he can only do so much, and I broke off my friendship with Ginny after my mother's death."
"Oh, and why is that?" asked Harry out of habit, What a boring speech.
"I can tell that you don't care, Lord Potter," said Luna scowling, "but if you ever want to know in the future, I'll tell you after we're in a more secure location. Actually, I won't really have a choice but to please you in any way I can, regardless of which you choose for me."
"Well then, perhaps you should show some of that love of yours to make the decision more favorable," said Harry grinning, he got up and walked to where Luna kneeled. Harry unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers. His hardened member was inches from Luna's face. Luna's fingers closed into fists and her arms shook. "Come on, you want my treatment to be more favorable, right? Obey me."
"You're using my love for you against me and treating me like this?!" shouted Luna, Harry smiled at her scowling visage and blazing eyes. Luna slowly "You . . . you . . . utter fucking bastard! I should have known better than to share anything with you but I . . ."
He moved closer and plastered his full length on her face. Luna closed her scowling eyes and stilled her body's shaking. "Don't worry, Luna. I'll still listen to your stories about your life, but I expect some due diligence in return. Consider it practice in performing your wifely duties. You will legally become mine, after all."
Luna's scowl deepened before she exhaled slowly and opened her eyes. She licked Harry's balls before tracing her tongue up his shaft and then kissing his tip. Harry moaned at the sudden caress of his penis. Luna ran hot kisses up and down his shaft, she gave occasional hot kisses on both his balls, and the tip of his member.
Harry moaned loudly as Luna took his shaft into her mouth in one fell swoop. She licked around his shaft and Harry hummed at the ecstasy. He looked down at Luna and smiled as she tried to hold his penis in her mouth. He could feel her desperation as she licked around his shaft with her playful tongue. A thought came to Harry and he giggled.
He forcibly held Luna's head with his right hand before slamming his pelvis in her direction and jamming his penis into her warm mouth. Luna made a strangled noise but Harry ignored her. He leaned his head back as he felt his length and balls swish back and forth on Luna's tongue.
"Ahh . . .!" hissed Harry as Luna's tongue touched a sensitive spot on his balls.
"MMMMMMPHHFFF!!"
"Shush!" said Harry, he smiled as he continued thrusting into her mouth.
After several minutes in and out of her, Harry felt his balls clench and his semen ejaculated into Luna's warm and inviting mouth. Harry giggled as he felt a blissful feeling in his chest that he couldn't quite describe.
He let go. Luna quickly took her mouth out of his member and spat out the cum. Luna got on her hands and knees to cough out the cum. Harry smiled down at how beautiful she looked. On her hands and knees, shaking from how much cum she took from my penis, and completely vulnerable. The way she cherished my cock before I forced it into her . . . she really does love me even after what I did to her.
Memories of being the Hogwarts pariah crept into his mind. Being reviled as the Heir of Slytherin, being treated with contempt by the student body for supposedly getting past the Goblet's age regulations, and being reviled as crazy by the overwhelming majority of the Wizarding World. Just like how Luna suffered; both for her father's magazine business and the bullying of her housemates. This entire society is a shithole.
Harry's groin hardened once again as he stared at Luna spitting out the cum. Her breasts would rise and fall in a rhythm and her pussy seemed so open and inviting. Harry grinned as he moved behind her, got on his knees, and placed each of his hands on her hips to grip them firmly. Luna froze as she felt herself being pulled towards him. She turned her head back and her eyes widened as Harry's length brushed her outer folds. Luna gasped at the abrupt contact.
Harry slowly pushed his member inside her pussy lips. Luna moved her head back in front of her and groaned at the penetration. Harry slowly entered his entire length into her folds and Luna moaned as she threw her head back.
"Put your arms behind your head," commanded Harry. Luna turned her head back to gaze at him with an eyebrow raised. Harry scowled. "Do it!"
Luna turned her head to the front before positioning her legs carefully and moving her arms behind her back. Harry moved her right arm above her left arm before forcibly grabbing both with his left hand and then grabbing a swathe of her blond hair with his other hand. He slowly tugged her hair causing Luna to hiss and pull her hair up. Harry pulled more forcefully causing Luna to yelp and to move her head back further. Harry grinned and nodded.
Without further warning, Harry began to vigorously thrust his penis in and out of Luna. Luna inhaled sharply before groaning in pain. Harry moved his hips in a quick pace and smiled at Luna's groans. Luna's breasts jiggled more quickly, her body rocked back and forth, and her toes curled and uncurled. Harry felt her walls tighten at his mad thrusts inside her. Finally, as he felt his climax coming, he buried his manhood deep inside her womanhood and felt her pussy clench around his penis.
Harry came deep inside Luna and shuddered in pleasure as he felt her folds clench around his cock. He shivered and grinned as he heard Luna moan aloud in pleasure. He felt four spurts go into her and felt a serene satisfaction from having cum deep inside her. He let go of her hair and arms. He slowly removed his penis from her vagina and put his undergarments back on. Luna fell to the floor and breathed raggedly. Harry looked down and couldn't help but smile. She stared back up at him with one of her eyes and shivered.
She's so beautiful . . . and all mine, thought Harry, as he stretched his arms out before looking down at her prone and nude form. I don't think I ever truly understood romantic love. Love itself was always too much pain. Friendships like Cedric, close friendships that led to betrayal like Ron and Hermione, and then Sirius's death. He was like a brother and father to me and there's nothing I can do to ever get him back. The world just feels so much more empty without him and I hated myself for crying. All I get, when expressing emotions, is ridiculed by the Dursleys or calm indifference from Dumbledore. Ron and Hermione always just seem to disappear or get into their own stupid school drama. They could never understand either and I had never wished that they would. The only one who understood some of what I was going through was Luna and it turns out that she's fallen for me.
"Luna, I've just had a thought," said Harry. Luna groaned and moved herself up and into a sitting position. Her legs lay splayed on the ground as she used her left arm to prop herself up and look at him. "I don't think love is worth much anymore. I'm not sure how much I ever really understood it. I was abused as a kid and don't have any early memories to really compare it too. I never really understood what having a father or mother meant until meeting Ron's family and Sirius. But the problem is, I don't believe Dumbledore's nonsense about love being the power I have to stop Voldemort. But, since you say that you still love me, I have a proposition for you."
"And that would be?" said Luna frowning. She didn't bother to get up and put her clothes on.
"Prove you love me," said Harry grinning. Luna narrowed her eyes. "love is suppose to be selfless, right? It's suppose to be doing everything you can for the sake of a loved one and never asking for anything in return. Well, prove you love me then. Prove that you can love the monster that I've become by loving me unconditionally. That's the most purest and honest love there is, right? So be that for me and maybe I'll eventually learn to love others again."
Luna turned her gaze away from him. "You're lying to me, Harry Potter. You never intend to do that. You just want someone to comfort you and to be your willing sex toy. Someone that you won't bruise and who sincerely enjoys being used by you. All you want me to be is someone who submits to you willingly. You want me to continue loving you and you never intend to love me back. You've been hurt too many times by trusting others that you loved and you expect me to have an ulterior motive."
"Ah, so you won't do it?" said Harry. I knew it was too good to be true. Only I was capable of that kind of love, and it got me hurt and pain.
"No, I accept your terms. I never really had a choice with being used by you, but I do love you deeply . . . even if you've chosen . . ." Luna stopped as she shuddered and wiped away her tears before continuing. "even if you've . . . chosen to violate me. I . . . I'm completely pathetic for admitting this but . . . I still love you. I'll probably always love you. And, to be completely honest, I am partially agreeing for my own agenda."
Harry's body stiffened and he scowled. "And what would that agenda be?"
Luna turned her gaze up towards Harry and made eye contact. "Revenge against Albus Dumbledore and his wretched Order of the Phoenix. I wish nothing more than to watch them suffer. I have hated them more than I hated the Death Eaters and that's acknowledging that they've saved my life back in the Department of Mysteries. The Death Eaters are certainly more dangerous and an obvious terrorist group while the Order is just a rouge band of Dumbledore's lackeys but my loathing for them is beyond my loathing for any of my school bullies. It's why I and my father never accepted their offer of protection. I'd rather put my own life on the line than ever be indebted to Dumbledore and his ilk."
Harry's eyebrows raised high. I thought I was the only one who had that much hate for Dumbledore apart from the blood purists. What could Dumbledore's Order have done to Luna?
"I'll tell you when we're safely in your home," said Luna, as she got up from the floor and stood nude in front of him. She looks to calm and collected now. How can that . . . ? Ah, she's very good at hiding her emotions. I'm liking this quiet confidence.
Luna moved back to the dresser to pick up another fresh set of panties to put on. Harry conjured a chair a few feet away and sat. He watched her putting on her clothes and drank in every detail.
"I have a request," said Luna, as she finished hooking her bra and took out a fresh pair of pants. "Please make sure to have a house elf bring all of my literature; notes, books, and scrolls to whichever room I'll be staying in. Preferably into a library, if you have one. If I may, I'd like to study the Black family library for research purposes regarding a recipe that my mother left for me."
Harry raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Very well, I'll assign Dobby to the task."
Luna nodded in response as she put on her skirt. She proceeded to put on a blouse and took her wand from atop the drawer. She turned to Harry with a neutral expression and walked up to him.
"Dobby!" said Harry.
Dobby popped into existence between them and turned to gaze up at Harry.
"You called Dobby, Harry Potter sir?"
Harry nodded. "Transport all the contents of this room into one of the refurbished rooms that Kreacher has made for the important guests. Be careful with the literature and make sure all literature is securely transported and safely stored in the Black family library. Kreacher should have finished moving the items in my trunk to either my room or shelved book material into the library. Oh, that reminds me, have the specified guests arrived?"
Dobby smiled and nodded emphatically. "They await in the tapestry room for the proper welcome and introducktarry semen-ayr"
Luna giggled. Harry couldn't help but smile at Dobby's mispronunciation of introductory seminar.
Harry looked up and saw Luna staring at him. Luna met his eyes. "Does he mean the Black sisters have been apprehended and await your judgment?"
Harry stilled for a moment and then nodded. I have to remember that she's a Seer . . . wait . . .
Harry narrowed his eyes. "They're important?"
"The three Black sisters are necessary for our aims," said Luna, nodding to Harry. Harry frowned but moved his palm to gesture for Luna to continue. "regardless of whose side they're on, they are key chess pieces in the lives of a numerous amount of people around them. They always have been. If they weren't taken under your custody for their crimes, they would be powerful allies of Voldemort that would hamper our efforts to attaining what we need or they could give key information to Dumbledore's Order. Being prisoners in the Ministry would allow a large swathe of financial assets to shift to either an heir or could potentially fall under Ministry custody. All three sisters had great potential destinies. Having them under your control will gain you much."
"You said three, but Andromeda abandoned the Magical world," said Harry, "so how can all three have great destinies?"
"It has to do with family bloodlines from how the ancient world viewed race and gender, her refusal caused a shame so profound that the power of Magic Oaths formed even worse restrictions upon her daughter and simply replaced Andromeda's destiny to be imposed upon her daughter, but in a horrendously vile form to keep her under control." said Luna, "To put it bluntly, Nymphadora replaced her mother's destiny and is fulfilling the role of one of the three Black sisters. All three are now your property and you can gain much information to permanently end Voldemort."
Harry smirked. With them under my power and with no other recourse, I could end this stupid war before it begins.
"It would be best to avoid Dumbledore for the time being," said Luna, "His meddling will only hamper our plans."
Harry nodded. "I don't really intend to face him until after I learn occlumency. I'll ask either of the sisters whether they know any of the Mind Arts or not."
"Alright, Dobby," said Harry, turning back to his house elf. "send us to the my bedroom, we have an important ritual to conduct. Meanwhile, you fulfill the tasks I just gave you."
Dobby saluted and snapped his fingers.
The pair vanished and reappeared in the Master bedroom of Grimmauld Place. Harry waved his wand and a ring appeared in the palm of his hand. He moved his palm in front of Luna and gestured for her to take it. Luna frowned as she saw which family crest it was. She took the ring and placed it on her ring finger.
Harry summoned a marriage contract that held the terms and stipulations. He took out a blood quill and wrote his name on it. He handed it to Luna who read the contents. Luna sighed as she read the contract before taking the blood quill and signing the document. Harry raised his wand.
"I, Harry Potter, hereby take legal custody of Luna Lovegood as my property and formerly induct her into the House of Lestrange. Henceforth, she shall be called Luna Lovegood Lestrange and be my wife in full legal capacity under the House of Lestrange."
The magic oath was completed and the impermeable bond entwined both of them. A golden hue of magic shined and vanished around the both of them. Luna took off the ring and handed it back to Harry who vanished it back into the Lestrange vault.
"What would you ask of me, My Lord?" said Luna.
Harry waved her off. "Go get your things unpacked. I set up a personal room for you. It's right next to mine. However, that room doesn't have a bed because you shall be sleeping only in this room with me."
Luna nodded and headed out the door. Harry walked behind and then past her to the tapestry room. He opened the door and smirked at the sight that greeted him.
Bound with chains on their ankles, neck, and wrists were Narcissa and Bellatrix Black. Harry shut the door behind him. Time for some sweet vengeance!
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