Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Sisters Black ❯ Chapter 15
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By: Oldwolf 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.15.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 2.8K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.15.2005 | Pages: 8 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 2.8K | Status: Completed
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Harry is still cursing the fates the next day as he marches down to the
kitchen with his thralls in his wake. A wise observer would give the young
wizard a very wide berth as he seems fit to rip the arm off of a troll and
beat the poor creature to death with it.
Even Dobby is unusually quick when delivering his masters breakfast.
Once breakfast is concluded, the sisters quickly vacate the premises;
leaving Tonks and Hermione to hopefully defuse the furious wizard.
Tonks lays a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, "Master, what's wrong?"
Harry can taste the sharp retort, but manages to bite his tongue in
time, barely. Harry's tone is almost civil as he says, "I guess this is
just fallout from yesterday. I thought I was ready to do that setup in the
Alley, but ever time I think about it, my stomach churns."
Tonks sits down on Harry's lap while Hermione comes around and wraps
her arms around his shoulders.
Tonks says, "Master, it's not surprising that you feel like this. It's
not in your nature to be cruel and sadistic or to deal with thing publicly.
Here you were forced to do both of the things that naturally revolt you and
you have to do them again in the near future. Your instincts don't want you
to do this, but your upper mind knows that you have to in order to save
innocent lives."
Harry looks at the pink haired woman in disbelief while he processes
her words, finally he says, "I think that you are right Dora. Still, what
can I do about it?"
Hermione kisses Harry's cheek and replies, "All you can do Harry is to
force yourself to remember what you're doing this for every time you start
to fall into this trap."
Tonks looks at her master speculatively, "Master, would you mind taking
a small trip with me, just the two of us?"
Harry looks at Hermione who nods her head as she backs away, "Sure
Dora."
Tonks focuses on the location she wants to visit and Disapparates;
Harry immediately behind her.
The pair appears and Harry gasps in surprise. They are looking over a
children's playground that's very busy despite the early hour.
"What is this place Dora?"
Tonks grins at Harry, "It's a Wizarding playground master. I come here
when the stress of being an Auror gets to be too much for me to handle, when
I forget what I'm fighting to protect."
Harry's focus is on the children at play so he misses it when Tonks
gently rubs her stomach.
As the young man watches the children playing seemingly without a care
in the world, the self-loathing he feels slowly drains away, leaving only an
iron resolve to protect these children. Finally he says, "Alright Dora, we
have work to do, so let's be about it."
The two Apparate to the kitchen of #12 where Hermione is waiting for
them; she says, "I received an owl from Rita. She wants to set up the
interview soon."
Harry nods his head thoughtfully before he looks over Tonks, "I'll need
to discuss this with Cissa and Bella, but I would like to get this done
either today or tomorrow."
Tonks nods her head and Disapparates without a sound. Moments later
all three of Harry's thralls appear in the kitchen. Cissa says, "You have a
task for me master?"
"Yes I do. There's another interview I need to do with Skeeter that
needs to be done soon; as in today or tomorrow."
Narcissa nods her head, "There isn't anything planned for today master
so if you could arrange for her to be at the Leaky Cauldron we could do it
today."
Harry nods his head and says, "Dobby."
The house elf appears instantly, "Yes sir Master Harry Potter sir?"
"I need you to run an errand for me please."
"Anything for the Great Harry Potter sir."
Harry surreptitiously looks over to Hermione, and to his surprise, she
isn't getting ready to blow a gasket. "I need you to please go over to the
Daily Prophet and notify Rita Skeeter that she needs to meet me at the Leaky
Cauldron at noon."
"Right away sir," Dobby says as he disappears with a sharp crack.
Bellatrix speaks up, "Master, there is something I need to tell you."
"Yes Bella?"
"During my trip to Gringotts, I looked through the Black vaults but the
Potter vault is sealed until the heir comes to claim it."
Harry nods his head, "I wanted you and Cissa both to give interviews to
Skeeter, you primarily to let everyone know what they can expect if they
join Tommy boy."
Narcissa says, "Is there any particular message you wanted me to pass
along master?"
Harry looks at her for a moment, "Yes, there is; I want you to make
sure that you bring up that Peter is still alive. I don't know how much
this will help or hurt the Ministry, but it might help in getting Sirius'
name cleared."
Narcissa nods in understanding.
"Excellent, then we can kill two birds with one stone. After I give my
interview, Bella and Cissa will stay at the Cauldron in order to give their
interviews while Tonks and I head to Gringotts and the sisters can catch-up
when they are finished."
None of Harry's thralls seem overly pleased with the concept of him
being exposed with only one guard but all can sense his resolve in this
matter.
Hermione says, "And what about me Harry?"
Harry avoids cringing, barely, "I had planned on you staying here
Mione."
To Harry's surprise, Hermione doesn't even blink, "I thought as much.
Considering that you are meeting with Skeeter you don't want to give away
any more secrets than you plan on correct?"
Harry visibly relaxes, "That's most of it. Also, there's the same
concern as when we did the scene in the Alley, things could get out of hand
quickly; and though it isn't common knowledge that I can Apparate, I can do
so legally."
Hermione smiles gently and cubs Harry's cheek in her hand, "I
understand Harry, I can't say I'm overly happy with the situation, but I do
understands. Be safe," Hermione says just before she kisses his cheek and
quits the room.
Harry's threatening to have a long talk with all of his thralls about
understanding what a woman wants when Dobby appears, "Master Harry Potter
sir, Ms. Skeeter says that she will meet you in the same room as before."
Harry's mind instantly snaps back to the task at hand, "Excellent.
Dora, I want you in the same guise as last time. Bella, Cissa, full cloak
concealment if you'd please." Harry looks over to the kitchen clock,
"Alright, we have an hour until we meet Rita. Tonks get over to the
Cauldron quickly and start getting the wards in place."
Tonks shifts her form and is gone in under a minute.
The sisters quickly move upstairs and return wearing normal robes and
cloaks. Harry notices something odd about Narcissa's chest, however he
decides not to say anything, however, his thrall isn't so inclined.
"I see you've noticed master, incase you're wondering what's different,
neither my sister nor myself are wearing a stitch under our robes."
Harry's body reacts exactly as Cissa had intended. As he stiffens both
of the sisters giggle slightly, "Ladies, if we weren't in such a hurry, I
just might take it upon myself to spank the pair of you."
Bella's face flushes in arousal as Tonks Apparates into the room.
"Master, everything is prepared."
"Thank you Dora. Alright let's be on our way."
Bella and Cissa raise their hoods and the entire group Apparates to
their room at the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry seats himself in a very comfortable chair but the ladies remain
standing, despite the abundance of roosts.
As they wait for Rita, Harry says, "Dora, I have a little question for
you."
Tonks swallows nervously, "Yes master?"
"I'm curious about why you choose the tattoo you did."
Tonks smiles brightly at her master, "Whenever you think about my
tattoo, do you get aroused?"
Harry nods his head.
"That's the reason master."
Harry nods his head and Narcissa is about to ask about the tattoo when
there's a knock on the door. Everyone pulls their wand and Tonks opens the
door to allow Skeeter to enter the room.
Rita doesn't even blink as she's hit by a Finite Incantatem. "Ah,
still as paranoid as ever I see."
Harry simply glares at the woman and remains seated.
Rita's nervousness increases markedly as the teen is flanked by two
cloaked females and she almost loses control of her bladder when the blonde
behind her hits her with an Anti-Travel Jinx.
The reporter looks around wildly before her eyes settle onto the teen
once more, "Is all of this necessary?"
Harry folds his hands in front of his face, "Perhaps not, but I wanted
to impress on you the gravity of crossing me Rita. Not only do you have the
contract to worry about, but now I can bring real pressure to bear against
the Prophet. Insulting a common teen, even one as well known as myself, is
one thing; insulting the head of two noble houses and a Duke as well is
quite another."
Rita blanches visibly, knowing he could sue her for her past articles
as well as call her out in a duel where she knows she wouldn't have a
chance.
"I see you understand that it would be very ill advised to annoy me.
In that case, let us begin the interview."
Rita pulls out a piece of parchment and her quill. "I presume you have
an announcement you wanted to make?"
Harry lowers his hands and grins, "I always knew you were smarter than
you appeared. Yes, I do have an announcement I want made. It concerns both
Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange."
Rita starts writing frantically, "What do you know about those two?"
"Well, first off they were both Death Eaters and both of them now
belong to me."
Rita looks up sharply, "What do you mean, they `belong' to you?"
"Are you familiar with the Servus secus spell?"
Rita's eyes widen in understanding, "I'm more than passingly familiar
with it."
"Well then, through circumstances I won't go into the spell came into
my possession. Well, I was captured by Tom Riddle's forces and the ladies
in question came to interrogate me in private and I used the spell on them.
Both of them are now registered at the Ministry of Magic's property's office
as my personal property."
Rita's writing madly, trying to make sure she doesn't miss a single
utterance of the man across from her. Finally she looks up and says, "Is
there anything else you want to say?"
"I don't, but they do."
Cissa and Bella pull back their hoods and Rita almost faints.
Narcissa smiles brightly, "Would you care for some tea?"
Rita is having visions of the awards she is going to receive as Harry
and Tonks quietly leave.
Harry stops for a few minutes in the barroom for a few minutes of glad-
handing before he continues on his way to the bank. He stops in at almost
every store on the way to Gringotts and spends a few minutes talking with
the various patrons, shaking hands, and reassuring them that Tom will be
defeated.
As Tonks and Harry approach the entrance to Gringotts, Harry sees
something out of the corner of his eye. He instinctively dives to the
ground less than a second before a jet of green light passes through the
space he just vacated and hits the alley wall, almost seeming to melt the
bricks. Meanwhile, Tonks responds the threat against her master rather
enthusiastically.
Harry slowly gets to his feet as a team of Aurors appear.
The lead Auror is about to demand that the pair drop to the ground when
he recognizes Harry Potter. He knows of Tonks assignment to Harry as a
bodyguard, so he walks up to the rather annoyed teen. "Good afternoon Mr.
Potter, have an exciting afternoon?"
The angry glare Harry turns on the Auror would have caused a lesser man
to faint, as is he takes a step back in fear.
Tonks moves to behind her master and lays a soothing hand on his
shoulder.
Harry looks over his shoulder at his thrall and feels the anger flow
out of him. "Let's be about this sir, I have many things to do today."
The man breaths a quiet sigh of relief and makes a note to thank Tonks
the next time he sees her. He nods at the fallen man and a pair of Aurors
secure him while he says, "Mr. Potter, would you please tell me what
happened here?"
"I was walking to Gringotts after doing some PR work when I caught
something out of the corner of my eye. I don't know what it was, but my
instincts told me to duck, so I dived to the ground. A flash of green light
flew right through where I had been and then my lady subdued the man."
The Auror looks at the wall and cringes, "It would seem you have a gift
for staying alive Mr. Potter. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say he
used a Killing Curse."
"Oh, I'd guessed that as well sir."
The man looks at Harry with renewed respect; the teen doesn't even
appear to be shaken after his brush with death. In that instant, the man
realizes that He-who-must-not-be-named can be defeated.
Harry says, "Will there be anything else sir?"
"I don't think so, it would appear to be cut and dried. Have a good
day folks." The man winks at Tonks before he and his team Disapparate.
Harry and Tonks continue to the bank without further incident. Harry
rather enjoys the ride down to the Potter Family Vault, Vault #69, though
Tonks is less than impressed.
The goblin gets out and says, "Lord Potter, you need only place your
hand upon the circle and announce your claim of heir dome to claim the
vault."
Harry swallows nervously as he approaches the vault. He can clearly
make out a circle when he gets closer. Finally, he lays his hand on the
door, within the circle and says, "I claim the heir dome of this vault."
The circle glows a bright emerald for a moment and Harry can feel a
presence start to invade his mind.
Harry brings his Occulmency training to bear and almost forcibly ejects
the invading presence.
After a moment, Harry experiences what feels oddly like a tapping on
his mental shield, and he can feel a voice in his head say, "Sorry about
this kid, I guess you weren't warned. I have to have a peek inside your
head just to make sure everything is in order. Now would you mind lowering
these defenses?"
Harry hesitantly lowers his mental defenses and can feel the presence
entering much more slowly, almost reverently. He can feel it poking around
a bit, and he almost reacts rather violently when it touches on the death of
his parents. The presence soon retreats, "I am sorry about that Harry,
especially about your parents. Regardless, you are the heir and may come
and go as you please. Also, if you like your thralls may have the same
privilege if you choose."
Harry mentally forms the words, "I would appreciate it."
"Then it is done, good luck and kick that bastard Riddle in the balls
on behalf of all Potters!"
Tonks and the goblin look on as an emerald glow encompasses Harry for a
moment before receding and the vault door creaks open.
Harry motions for Tonks to join him and the pair walk into the vault.
The first thing they come too is a bookstand with a pair of books on it and
a letter marked, "Harry Potter."
Harry hesitantly reaches for the letter and opens it.
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this letter then it means your mother
and I have failed. We went into hiding, hoping that we would be
able to avoid the Dark Lord long enough for you to grow into
whatever special power you have and defeat him. However, since
you have this letter in you hands, it means that both your
mother and myself are dead though you have managed to survive
us. There are so many things I want to tell you Harry that a
million letters wouldn't be enough so let me start with this: I
am terribly sorry for not being there for you. If our wishes
have been followed, then Sirius has been raising you. If that
is the case I fear for Hogwarts while you are in school and the
virtue of any pretty lady you come across; as well as hoping
that you inherited my cheekbones rather than Lily's. Yes my own
cheekbones are better suited to withstanding impacts from duly
enraged young women.
Unfortunately, we now must get on to the serious matters.
It is a tradition of the Potter family for the parents of a
child to pass on useful items, etcetera in this vault, hopefully
not to be touched until their 25th birthday. On the stand with
the letter are two books. One is a book on the Whitest Magic's
we could find. In this book you will find spells that will help
you to fight the darkness. Also, there is a possible cure for
lycanthropy in there; however we were never able to test it.
The other book I hope to Merlin and whatever other deities exist
that you need never open. It is a book on the Darkest Magic.
Voldemort would love to get his hands on that book Harry so
guard it closely. As with most dark magic, this book contains
more than mere offensive spells, it includes spells that make
most of the Unforgivables seem like child's play! These spells
aren't regulated because they are almost forgotten. They also
require an inordinate amount of raw magic to use. There's so
much more I want to tell you Harry, but there just isn't any
more time. So kick some arse for the Potter family!
James Potter
Harry has tear in his eyes as he finishes reading the letter. He
slowly wipes the tears away and looks down at the pair of books. Indeed,
one is a white so pure it almost seems to glow with its own inner light.
While the other book is bound in a leather so black is seems that the light
around just disappears into it.
Harry shakes his head as he looks around. Piles of gold taller than
Hagrid line the room along with huge chests and in the middle of the room
is a desk with a book and a box on it.
Harry hesitantly approaches the desk and sees another letter waiting
for him.
The script is much smaller and neater, "Harry Potter."
Harry takes a steadying breath and opens the letter.
Harry,
Let me start out by repeating what James has already said,
I am so sorry that we could not be there for you.
Now, as I'm sure James explained in his letter, in the
Potter family, each generation leaves gift that they believe
will be useful to the next generation here. The father will
focus primarily on contact lists, spell books, things that would
help you out in the world at large. The mother, in this case
me, leaves items of a more personal nature. Historically it has
been the female of the pair that has focused on rearing the
children and preserving the integrity of the family. Now
however much I might personally disagree with this view, I'm not
about to go against the tradition of the family. So my gifts to
you are both designed to help continue the family line. Give
the box to your wife and you'll almost certainly enjoy the
contents. The book contains marital aid spells, including
Fertility and Contraceptive charms. I've also marked the page
with a nice little healing charm; perfect for dealing with the
aftereffects of being too forward with a young lady, Merlin
knows Sirius used the spell frequently enough.
Harry, I write this letter hoping that it will never be
needed, but in my heart I know it will be. So, let me close
this letter with a piece of advice. While it is alright to want
revenge, do not let it consume your life. Destroy Voldemort,
but don't become him in the process my son.
With all my love,
Lily Evans Potter
Harry smiles gently as he refolds the letter and puts it back into its
envelope. "Dora, please pack the books on the stand and the items on the
desk please. I'll want to review them later."
With a wave of her wand, Tonks shirks the four items, slips them into
her robe, and follows her master out of the vault and eventually out of the
bank.
On the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry once more makes it a
point to stop every so often to stop and talk with the people; mostly just
reassuring them that the fight against Voldemort is not lost yet.
Finally they reach the room were they left Rita and the sisters.
Inside they find Rita just finishing up her interview with Bella. The
reporter looks up when Harry enters the room, "Harry, thank you for this
opportunity. I won't forget what you've done for me."
Harry grins at the woman evilly, "Believe me; I won't let you forget
it. Still, are you done with my thralls?"
Rita is once more taken aback by the malevolence about the young man.
"We were just finishing up. How do you want me to send you the copy of my
story?"
Harry looks at the woman, somewhat impressed at the amount of fear he
imposed on her, "I have a house elf by the name of Dobby. Contact him when
you have the draft ready."
Rita nods her head, more than slightly familiar in dealing with house
elves.
"Now, unless there is something else you need, you should probably get
on that draft."
Rita doesn't even feel any rancor from the dismissal as she gathers
her notes and leaves the room.
Harry says, "Cissa, please go down and settle our bill with Tom."
Narcissa nods her head while Harry collapses into the chair.
Bella looks at Harry and says, "Master, would you please lie down on
the bed, face down without your shirt?"
Harry reluctantly stands up and does as Bella requested.
Bellatrix climbs up onto the bed and runs her hands along her masters
back. His muscles are tighter than steel. Bella starts to rub the tension
out of her master, having to use all the strength of her hands to get
anywhere on the tense wizard.
Harry feels Bella start to massage his back, after a few painful
seconds to start; he can feel his muscles finally starting to relax.
Narcissa can feel the pleasure flowing from her master so she
deliberately prolongs her trip for as long as she can. When she enters the
room, to her surprise she finds her sister giving Harry a massage.
Mournfully, she says, "Master, everything is ready."
Harry looks up reluctantly and smiles, "Thank you Cissa. I guess we
should be going."
Bella reluctantly climbs off of Harry, leaving her job still partially
undone.
Once Harry is on his feet and clothed, the group Apparates back to
#12.
Hermione is waiting for them in the kitchen as they walk in.
"How did things go?"
Harry says, "Better than expected. One moment please. Dobby."
Once more the house elf appears, "Yes sir?"
"Dobby, Rita Skeeter is doing an article for me. She is going to need
you to deliver it to me."
"Yes sir, Dobby would be honored to act as Harry Potter's
representative."
"Thank you Dobby, that is all."
The house elf grins insanely and disappears.
Hermione considers saying something about Harry's dismissal of the
elf, but decides against it, "So what happened?"
Harry and the ladies sit around the table, "I went to the Potter vault
where I found a pair of letters from my parents as well as some things they
thought I might need. I'm curious as to what's in that box though."
Tonks says, "I'd like to go over it first if you don't mind Harry."
Harry nods his head, "Alright, I doubt it would be anything dangerous,
but if it makes you feel better, so be it. I would like to go over that
White book in the morning though."
Dinner is served and when they are finished Dobby appears and hands
Cissa several pieces of parchment before he disappears again.
The group goes over the article and the only alterations they make are
to change any occurrences of You-Know-Who to Voldemort.
Harry sends the article back to Rita via Dobby with a note not to make
any further changes.
Harry yawns as the day finally catches up with him and he decides to
go to bed a little early.
During the night, Harry and Hermione sleep with their arms around each
other while Harry's thralls sleep on the bed around them.
In the morning Draco is sitting down to breakfast at Malfoy Manner
when the Daily Prophet is delivered. He sneers at the headline, "Exclusive
Interview with The Boy-Who-Lived."
Draco almost skips the article but decides to read it, if just to mock
Potter later. However, he quickly discovers the joke is on him. When he
reads about Potter claiming to have enslaved his mother he doesn't believe
it; but when Narcissa admits to it, Draco can't deny it any longer.
Suddenly he remembers when he saw his mother being arsefucked in
Knockturn Alley. The sudden spike in his blood pressure causes Draco to
black out.
Back at #12, Harry awakens to find Hermione once more practicing her
oral skills.
Harry moans while Hermione gently runs her tongue along the underside
of his shaft. "That's good Hermione, please keep it up."
Emboldened by Harry's words, Hermione brings her other hand up and
cups his balls before she starts to rub them.
Harry hisses at the sudden pain, "Not so rough!"
Hermione immediately stops and pulls back. She kisses Harry's nuts in
apology before she once more takes his staff into her mouth.
Harry relaxes again as Hermione suckles on the head of his dick for a
second.
Tonks is feeling adventurous as she lies down next to her mistress and
takes her masters balls into her mouth and starts to suck on them.
When Harry suddenly feels someone start to suck on his nuts, he looses
control and floods Hermione's mouth.
None of the ladies even think to complain as Hermione works to swallow
the whole load.
Finally, Harry looks down at Hermione and says, "Thank you."
Hermione gets off the bed blushing and the lot of them get dressed to
deal with the day to come.
After breakfast, the group retires to the Library to do some reading.
Albus Dumbledore Apparates to the entry hall of #12 Grimmauld Place,
hoping that Harry is feeling generous. He goes to the kitchen but finds it
deserted except for Winky. "Excuse me Ms. Winky, but do you know where I
can find Harry?
"Winky believes Master Harry and his ladies be up in the Library sir."
"Thank you Winky."
The little house elf goes back to cleaning as Albus heads up to the
library. The sight that greets him when he opens the door takes his breath
away.
Harry and Hermione are lying on the sofa together reading a book.
Harry has his arms wrapped around the witch while she holds the book.
Nymphadora Tonks is sitting in front of the sofa, going over what
appears to be an Auror's report.
Narcissa is sitting at the desk going through a white book while
Bellatrix is sitting by the fire, writing in a journal.
The love the fills the room almost has the aging headmaster in tears.
Reluctantly, he clears his throat.
Harry doesn't even look up, "Yes Albus?"
"Harry, may I please speak to you in private?"
Harry reluctantly disengages himself from Hermione and kisses her
cheek before he heads out of the room. In the hallway, Harry says, "What
can I do for you?"
"Perhaps we could speak in the kitchen."
Harry nods and the two men go down to the kitchen. Meanwhile,
Hermione whispers in Tonks ear, "Can we talk in Harry's room for a sec?"
Tonks nods and leads the way. In Harry's room, Tonks says, "What did
you want to talk about?"
Hermione's blush is enough to give away some of her intent, "I wanted
to ask you what it felt like when Harry sodomized you?"
Tonks takes a second to answer, "It feels different. Both of my aunts
have been buggered several times and enjoyed it. I've only taken Harry
that way once. While I will admit it wasn't the most pleasant experience
of my life, it also wasn't Harry shagging me."
Hermione looks at Tonks curiously, "Explain please."
"Yes mistress. The one time Harry took me up the bum, I was in the
form of his aunt and it was mostly just to heal a wound in his psyche.
Both of my aunts swear he is almost overly gentle with them and the part I
played required him not to be gentle at all."
Hermione thinks for a moment, "So, you didn't really care for it the
one time you've tried it, but you believe that it is because Harry wanted
to punish his aunt?"
Tonks smiles, "Yup, and I'm hoping to talk him into taking my bum
again, this time as myself."
"So you think you'll enjoy it?"
"Yes I do. Both aunt Cissa and Bella swear there is nothing like it."
Hermione blushes again, "I've heard it's painful the first time."
Tonks grins as she comprehends the real reason behind this
conversation, "It only hurts if you aren't prepared."
Hermione is studying her shoes as she says, "And how can you prepare?"
Tonks forces the grin from her face. "Well, the first part about
taking a cock in your bum is to relax. The other great way is to practice.
Normally when a woman decides to take it up the arse, she will either have
her lover loosen her up with his fingers or will use a butt-plug such as
aunt Cissa has."
"How did you get ready?"
Tonks grins at the teenaged witch, "There are some advantages of being
a metamorphmagus; that is one of them. I can be as loose or as tight as I
like."
Hermione is blushing scarlet as she says, "Where can I get a plug?"
Tonks goes over to the dresser and gets out Narcissa's box. She opens
it up and rummages around before she comes up with a small butt-plug, just
larger than her ring finger. She replaces the box and goes over to
Hermione, "This is a starting plug. Really it's just to get you used to
having something up there. You will want to move onto bigger ones if you
want to be completely ready for Harry or you can skip them if you want to
make sure you are still tight when the time comes."
Hermione is still blushing when she grins at Tonks, "Tonks would you
mind...?"
Tonks smiles gently at the young witch, "Not at all. Why don't you
drop your jeans and knickers and lie down on your stomach."
Hermione slowly undoes her trousers and drops them to the ground. She
then hesitantly slips her knickers off before she lies down on the bed,
leaving her naked bum exposed.
Tonks makes a silent vow not to betray the trust Hermione is showing
her. She walks to behind Hermione and gently parts her arsecheeks.
Hermione can't quite believe she's doing this as she feels a cool
breeze against her asshole. When she feels something plastic being pressed
against her opening, Hermione remembers Tonks caution and forces herself to
relax.
Tonks breaths a sigh of relief as she watches Hermione relax. She
puts just a small amount of pressure on the plug and the tip starts to
slide in. Tonks keeps up a firm but constant pressure on, until the plug
is buried up to its base.
Hermione finds Tonks was right, having something in her arse unlike
anything she'd ever experienced. Finally, Tonks stands up and Hermione
slowly follows suite, getting used to having the foreign object in her.
"Thanks Tonks."
"You're welcome mistress?"
"What's with the Mistress bit?"
Down in the kitchen, Harry and Albus are sitting across from each
other, "What can I do for you Albus?"
"I was hoping that you would be willing to rent the services of one of
your thralls to the school for the coming year?"
Harry looks at Albus intently, "In what fashion?"
Albus smiles, "In her day, Bellatrix was quite a potions mistress. I
would like to employ her for the coming year."
Harry nods, "How much would the pay be?"
"The standard teachers contract if for six thousand Galleons per
year."
Harry nods again, "We have a deal, contingent upon Bella's approval."
Albus smiles, once more assured that Harry hasn't fallen to the dark,
"Of course."
With a thought, Harry summons Bellatrix and a couple of minutes later,
Hogwarts has a new potions mistress.
A week later, Harry is getting ready to board the Hogwarts Express
along with the rest of the student body. He's getting no small amount of
stares and a few rather pointed offers from the guys on renting his ladies
services. However, as he sets foot on the train, Harry has no idea how
badly it is going to hit the fan in the year to come.
A/N: Until Next Time.
Harry is still cursing the fates the next day as he marches down to the
kitchen with his thralls in his wake. A wise observer would give the young
wizard a very wide berth as he seems fit to rip the arm off of a troll and
beat the poor creature to death with it.
Even Dobby is unusually quick when delivering his masters breakfast.
Once breakfast is concluded, the sisters quickly vacate the premises;
leaving Tonks and Hermione to hopefully defuse the furious wizard.
Tonks lays a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder, "Master, what's wrong?"
Harry can taste the sharp retort, but manages to bite his tongue in
time, barely. Harry's tone is almost civil as he says, "I guess this is
just fallout from yesterday. I thought I was ready to do that setup in the
Alley, but ever time I think about it, my stomach churns."
Tonks sits down on Harry's lap while Hermione comes around and wraps
her arms around his shoulders.
Tonks says, "Master, it's not surprising that you feel like this. It's
not in your nature to be cruel and sadistic or to deal with thing publicly.
Here you were forced to do both of the things that naturally revolt you and
you have to do them again in the near future. Your instincts don't want you
to do this, but your upper mind knows that you have to in order to save
innocent lives."
Harry looks at the pink haired woman in disbelief while he processes
her words, finally he says, "I think that you are right Dora. Still, what
can I do about it?"
Hermione kisses Harry's cheek and replies, "All you can do Harry is to
force yourself to remember what you're doing this for every time you start
to fall into this trap."
Tonks looks at her master speculatively, "Master, would you mind taking
a small trip with me, just the two of us?"
Harry looks at Hermione who nods her head as she backs away, "Sure
Dora."
Tonks focuses on the location she wants to visit and Disapparates;
Harry immediately behind her.
The pair appears and Harry gasps in surprise. They are looking over a
children's playground that's very busy despite the early hour.
"What is this place Dora?"
Tonks grins at Harry, "It's a Wizarding playground master. I come here
when the stress of being an Auror gets to be too much for me to handle, when
I forget what I'm fighting to protect."
Harry's focus is on the children at play so he misses it when Tonks
gently rubs her stomach.
As the young man watches the children playing seemingly without a care
in the world, the self-loathing he feels slowly drains away, leaving only an
iron resolve to protect these children. Finally he says, "Alright Dora, we
have work to do, so let's be about it."
The two Apparate to the kitchen of #12 where Hermione is waiting for
them; she says, "I received an owl from Rita. She wants to set up the
interview soon."
Harry nods his head thoughtfully before he looks over Tonks, "I'll need
to discuss this with Cissa and Bella, but I would like to get this done
either today or tomorrow."
Tonks nods her head and Disapparates without a sound. Moments later
all three of Harry's thralls appear in the kitchen. Cissa says, "You have a
task for me master?"
"Yes I do. There's another interview I need to do with Skeeter that
needs to be done soon; as in today or tomorrow."
Narcissa nods her head, "There isn't anything planned for today master
so if you could arrange for her to be at the Leaky Cauldron we could do it
today."
Harry nods his head and says, "Dobby."
The house elf appears instantly, "Yes sir Master Harry Potter sir?"
"I need you to run an errand for me please."
"Anything for the Great Harry Potter sir."
Harry surreptitiously looks over to Hermione, and to his surprise, she
isn't getting ready to blow a gasket. "I need you to please go over to the
Daily Prophet and notify Rita Skeeter that she needs to meet me at the Leaky
Cauldron at noon."
"Right away sir," Dobby says as he disappears with a sharp crack.
Bellatrix speaks up, "Master, there is something I need to tell you."
"Yes Bella?"
"During my trip to Gringotts, I looked through the Black vaults but the
Potter vault is sealed until the heir comes to claim it."
Harry nods his head, "I wanted you and Cissa both to give interviews to
Skeeter, you primarily to let everyone know what they can expect if they
join Tommy boy."
Narcissa says, "Is there any particular message you wanted me to pass
along master?"
Harry looks at her for a moment, "Yes, there is; I want you to make
sure that you bring up that Peter is still alive. I don't know how much
this will help or hurt the Ministry, but it might help in getting Sirius'
name cleared."
Narcissa nods in understanding.
"Excellent, then we can kill two birds with one stone. After I give my
interview, Bella and Cissa will stay at the Cauldron in order to give their
interviews while Tonks and I head to Gringotts and the sisters can catch-up
when they are finished."
None of Harry's thralls seem overly pleased with the concept of him
being exposed with only one guard but all can sense his resolve in this
matter.
Hermione says, "And what about me Harry?"
Harry avoids cringing, barely, "I had planned on you staying here
Mione."
To Harry's surprise, Hermione doesn't even blink, "I thought as much.
Considering that you are meeting with Skeeter you don't want to give away
any more secrets than you plan on correct?"
Harry visibly relaxes, "That's most of it. Also, there's the same
concern as when we did the scene in the Alley, things could get out of hand
quickly; and though it isn't common knowledge that I can Apparate, I can do
so legally."
Hermione smiles gently and cubs Harry's cheek in her hand, "I
understand Harry, I can't say I'm overly happy with the situation, but I do
understands. Be safe," Hermione says just before she kisses his cheek and
quits the room.
Harry's threatening to have a long talk with all of his thralls about
understanding what a woman wants when Dobby appears, "Master Harry Potter
sir, Ms. Skeeter says that she will meet you in the same room as before."
Harry's mind instantly snaps back to the task at hand, "Excellent.
Dora, I want you in the same guise as last time. Bella, Cissa, full cloak
concealment if you'd please." Harry looks over to the kitchen clock,
"Alright, we have an hour until we meet Rita. Tonks get over to the
Cauldron quickly and start getting the wards in place."
Tonks shifts her form and is gone in under a minute.
The sisters quickly move upstairs and return wearing normal robes and
cloaks. Harry notices something odd about Narcissa's chest, however he
decides not to say anything, however, his thrall isn't so inclined.
"I see you've noticed master, incase you're wondering what's different,
neither my sister nor myself are wearing a stitch under our robes."
Harry's body reacts exactly as Cissa had intended. As he stiffens both
of the sisters giggle slightly, "Ladies, if we weren't in such a hurry, I
just might take it upon myself to spank the pair of you."
Bella's face flushes in arousal as Tonks Apparates into the room.
"Master, everything is prepared."
"Thank you Dora. Alright let's be on our way."
Bella and Cissa raise their hoods and the entire group Apparates to
their room at the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry seats himself in a very comfortable chair but the ladies remain
standing, despite the abundance of roosts.
As they wait for Rita, Harry says, "Dora, I have a little question for
you."
Tonks swallows nervously, "Yes master?"
"I'm curious about why you choose the tattoo you did."
Tonks smiles brightly at her master, "Whenever you think about my
tattoo, do you get aroused?"
Harry nods his head.
"That's the reason master."
Harry nods his head and Narcissa is about to ask about the tattoo when
there's a knock on the door. Everyone pulls their wand and Tonks opens the
door to allow Skeeter to enter the room.
Rita doesn't even blink as she's hit by a Finite Incantatem. "Ah,
still as paranoid as ever I see."
Harry simply glares at the woman and remains seated.
Rita's nervousness increases markedly as the teen is flanked by two
cloaked females and she almost loses control of her bladder when the blonde
behind her hits her with an Anti-Travel Jinx.
The reporter looks around wildly before her eyes settle onto the teen
once more, "Is all of this necessary?"
Harry folds his hands in front of his face, "Perhaps not, but I wanted
to impress on you the gravity of crossing me Rita. Not only do you have the
contract to worry about, but now I can bring real pressure to bear against
the Prophet. Insulting a common teen, even one as well known as myself, is
one thing; insulting the head of two noble houses and a Duke as well is
quite another."
Rita blanches visibly, knowing he could sue her for her past articles
as well as call her out in a duel where she knows she wouldn't have a
chance.
"I see you understand that it would be very ill advised to annoy me.
In that case, let us begin the interview."
Rita pulls out a piece of parchment and her quill. "I presume you have
an announcement you wanted to make?"
Harry lowers his hands and grins, "I always knew you were smarter than
you appeared. Yes, I do have an announcement I want made. It concerns both
Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange."
Rita starts writing frantically, "What do you know about those two?"
"Well, first off they were both Death Eaters and both of them now
belong to me."
Rita looks up sharply, "What do you mean, they `belong' to you?"
"Are you familiar with the Servus secus spell?"
Rita's eyes widen in understanding, "I'm more than passingly familiar
with it."
"Well then, through circumstances I won't go into the spell came into
my possession. Well, I was captured by Tom Riddle's forces and the ladies
in question came to interrogate me in private and I used the spell on them.
Both of them are now registered at the Ministry of Magic's property's office
as my personal property."
Rita's writing madly, trying to make sure she doesn't miss a single
utterance of the man across from her. Finally she looks up and says, "Is
there anything else you want to say?"
"I don't, but they do."
Cissa and Bella pull back their hoods and Rita almost faints.
Narcissa smiles brightly, "Would you care for some tea?"
Rita is having visions of the awards she is going to receive as Harry
and Tonks quietly leave.
Harry stops for a few minutes in the barroom for a few minutes of glad-
handing before he continues on his way to the bank. He stops in at almost
every store on the way to Gringotts and spends a few minutes talking with
the various patrons, shaking hands, and reassuring them that Tom will be
defeated.
As Tonks and Harry approach the entrance to Gringotts, Harry sees
something out of the corner of his eye. He instinctively dives to the
ground less than a second before a jet of green light passes through the
space he just vacated and hits the alley wall, almost seeming to melt the
bricks. Meanwhile, Tonks responds the threat against her master rather
enthusiastically.
Harry slowly gets to his feet as a team of Aurors appear.
The lead Auror is about to demand that the pair drop to the ground when
he recognizes Harry Potter. He knows of Tonks assignment to Harry as a
bodyguard, so he walks up to the rather annoyed teen. "Good afternoon Mr.
Potter, have an exciting afternoon?"
The angry glare Harry turns on the Auror would have caused a lesser man
to faint, as is he takes a step back in fear.
Tonks moves to behind her master and lays a soothing hand on his
shoulder.
Harry looks over his shoulder at his thrall and feels the anger flow
out of him. "Let's be about this sir, I have many things to do today."
The man breaths a quiet sigh of relief and makes a note to thank Tonks
the next time he sees her. He nods at the fallen man and a pair of Aurors
secure him while he says, "Mr. Potter, would you please tell me what
happened here?"
"I was walking to Gringotts after doing some PR work when I caught
something out of the corner of my eye. I don't know what it was, but my
instincts told me to duck, so I dived to the ground. A flash of green light
flew right through where I had been and then my lady subdued the man."
The Auror looks at the wall and cringes, "It would seem you have a gift
for staying alive Mr. Potter. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say he
used a Killing Curse."
"Oh, I'd guessed that as well sir."
The man looks at Harry with renewed respect; the teen doesn't even
appear to be shaken after his brush with death. In that instant, the man
realizes that He-who-must-not-be-named can be defeated.
Harry says, "Will there be anything else sir?"
"I don't think so, it would appear to be cut and dried. Have a good
day folks." The man winks at Tonks before he and his team Disapparate.
Harry and Tonks continue to the bank without further incident. Harry
rather enjoys the ride down to the Potter Family Vault, Vault #69, though
Tonks is less than impressed.
The goblin gets out and says, "Lord Potter, you need only place your
hand upon the circle and announce your claim of heir dome to claim the
vault."
Harry swallows nervously as he approaches the vault. He can clearly
make out a circle when he gets closer. Finally, he lays his hand on the
door, within the circle and says, "I claim the heir dome of this vault."
The circle glows a bright emerald for a moment and Harry can feel a
presence start to invade his mind.
Harry brings his Occulmency training to bear and almost forcibly ejects
the invading presence.
After a moment, Harry experiences what feels oddly like a tapping on
his mental shield, and he can feel a voice in his head say, "Sorry about
this kid, I guess you weren't warned. I have to have a peek inside your
head just to make sure everything is in order. Now would you mind lowering
these defenses?"
Harry hesitantly lowers his mental defenses and can feel the presence
entering much more slowly, almost reverently. He can feel it poking around
a bit, and he almost reacts rather violently when it touches on the death of
his parents. The presence soon retreats, "I am sorry about that Harry,
especially about your parents. Regardless, you are the heir and may come
and go as you please. Also, if you like your thralls may have the same
privilege if you choose."
Harry mentally forms the words, "I would appreciate it."
"Then it is done, good luck and kick that bastard Riddle in the balls
on behalf of all Potters!"
Tonks and the goblin look on as an emerald glow encompasses Harry for a
moment before receding and the vault door creaks open.
Harry motions for Tonks to join him and the pair walk into the vault.
The first thing they come too is a bookstand with a pair of books on it and
a letter marked, "Harry Potter."
Harry hesitantly reaches for the letter and opens it.
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this letter then it means your mother
and I have failed. We went into hiding, hoping that we would be
able to avoid the Dark Lord long enough for you to grow into
whatever special power you have and defeat him. However, since
you have this letter in you hands, it means that both your
mother and myself are dead though you have managed to survive
us. There are so many things I want to tell you Harry that a
million letters wouldn't be enough so let me start with this: I
am terribly sorry for not being there for you. If our wishes
have been followed, then Sirius has been raising you. If that
is the case I fear for Hogwarts while you are in school and the
virtue of any pretty lady you come across; as well as hoping
that you inherited my cheekbones rather than Lily's. Yes my own
cheekbones are better suited to withstanding impacts from duly
enraged young women.
Unfortunately, we now must get on to the serious matters.
It is a tradition of the Potter family for the parents of a
child to pass on useful items, etcetera in this vault, hopefully
not to be touched until their 25th birthday. On the stand with
the letter are two books. One is a book on the Whitest Magic's
we could find. In this book you will find spells that will help
you to fight the darkness. Also, there is a possible cure for
lycanthropy in there; however we were never able to test it.
The other book I hope to Merlin and whatever other deities exist
that you need never open. It is a book on the Darkest Magic.
Voldemort would love to get his hands on that book Harry so
guard it closely. As with most dark magic, this book contains
more than mere offensive spells, it includes spells that make
most of the Unforgivables seem like child's play! These spells
aren't regulated because they are almost forgotten. They also
require an inordinate amount of raw magic to use. There's so
much more I want to tell you Harry, but there just isn't any
more time. So kick some arse for the Potter family!
James Potter
Harry has tear in his eyes as he finishes reading the letter. He
slowly wipes the tears away and looks down at the pair of books. Indeed,
one is a white so pure it almost seems to glow with its own inner light.
While the other book is bound in a leather so black is seems that the light
around just disappears into it.
Harry shakes his head as he looks around. Piles of gold taller than
Hagrid line the room along with huge chests and in the middle of the room
is a desk with a book and a box on it.
Harry hesitantly approaches the desk and sees another letter waiting
for him.
The script is much smaller and neater, "Harry Potter."
Harry takes a steadying breath and opens the letter.
Harry,
Let me start out by repeating what James has already said,
I am so sorry that we could not be there for you.
Now, as I'm sure James explained in his letter, in the
Potter family, each generation leaves gift that they believe
will be useful to the next generation here. The father will
focus primarily on contact lists, spell books, things that would
help you out in the world at large. The mother, in this case
me, leaves items of a more personal nature. Historically it has
been the female of the pair that has focused on rearing the
children and preserving the integrity of the family. Now
however much I might personally disagree with this view, I'm not
about to go against the tradition of the family. So my gifts to
you are both designed to help continue the family line. Give
the box to your wife and you'll almost certainly enjoy the
contents. The book contains marital aid spells, including
Fertility and Contraceptive charms. I've also marked the page
with a nice little healing charm; perfect for dealing with the
aftereffects of being too forward with a young lady, Merlin
knows Sirius used the spell frequently enough.
Harry, I write this letter hoping that it will never be
needed, but in my heart I know it will be. So, let me close
this letter with a piece of advice. While it is alright to want
revenge, do not let it consume your life. Destroy Voldemort,
but don't become him in the process my son.
With all my love,
Lily Evans Potter
Harry smiles gently as he refolds the letter and puts it back into its
envelope. "Dora, please pack the books on the stand and the items on the
desk please. I'll want to review them later."
With a wave of her wand, Tonks shirks the four items, slips them into
her robe, and follows her master out of the vault and eventually out of the
bank.
On the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry once more makes it a
point to stop every so often to stop and talk with the people; mostly just
reassuring them that the fight against Voldemort is not lost yet.
Finally they reach the room were they left Rita and the sisters.
Inside they find Rita just finishing up her interview with Bella. The
reporter looks up when Harry enters the room, "Harry, thank you for this
opportunity. I won't forget what you've done for me."
Harry grins at the woman evilly, "Believe me; I won't let you forget
it. Still, are you done with my thralls?"
Rita is once more taken aback by the malevolence about the young man.
"We were just finishing up. How do you want me to send you the copy of my
story?"
Harry looks at the woman, somewhat impressed at the amount of fear he
imposed on her, "I have a house elf by the name of Dobby. Contact him when
you have the draft ready."
Rita nods her head, more than slightly familiar in dealing with house
elves.
"Now, unless there is something else you need, you should probably get
on that draft."
Rita doesn't even feel any rancor from the dismissal as she gathers
her notes and leaves the room.
Harry says, "Cissa, please go down and settle our bill with Tom."
Narcissa nods her head while Harry collapses into the chair.
Bella looks at Harry and says, "Master, would you please lie down on
the bed, face down without your shirt?"
Harry reluctantly stands up and does as Bella requested.
Bellatrix climbs up onto the bed and runs her hands along her masters
back. His muscles are tighter than steel. Bella starts to rub the tension
out of her master, having to use all the strength of her hands to get
anywhere on the tense wizard.
Harry feels Bella start to massage his back, after a few painful
seconds to start; he can feel his muscles finally starting to relax.
Narcissa can feel the pleasure flowing from her master so she
deliberately prolongs her trip for as long as she can. When she enters the
room, to her surprise she finds her sister giving Harry a massage.
Mournfully, she says, "Master, everything is ready."
Harry looks up reluctantly and smiles, "Thank you Cissa. I guess we
should be going."
Bella reluctantly climbs off of Harry, leaving her job still partially
undone.
Once Harry is on his feet and clothed, the group Apparates back to
#12.
Hermione is waiting for them in the kitchen as they walk in.
"How did things go?"
Harry says, "Better than expected. One moment please. Dobby."
Once more the house elf appears, "Yes sir?"
"Dobby, Rita Skeeter is doing an article for me. She is going to need
you to deliver it to me."
"Yes sir, Dobby would be honored to act as Harry Potter's
representative."
"Thank you Dobby, that is all."
The house elf grins insanely and disappears.
Hermione considers saying something about Harry's dismissal of the
elf, but decides against it, "So what happened?"
Harry and the ladies sit around the table, "I went to the Potter vault
where I found a pair of letters from my parents as well as some things they
thought I might need. I'm curious as to what's in that box though."
Tonks says, "I'd like to go over it first if you don't mind Harry."
Harry nods his head, "Alright, I doubt it would be anything dangerous,
but if it makes you feel better, so be it. I would like to go over that
White book in the morning though."
Dinner is served and when they are finished Dobby appears and hands
Cissa several pieces of parchment before he disappears again.
The group goes over the article and the only alterations they make are
to change any occurrences of You-Know-Who to Voldemort.
Harry sends the article back to Rita via Dobby with a note not to make
any further changes.
Harry yawns as the day finally catches up with him and he decides to
go to bed a little early.
During the night, Harry and Hermione sleep with their arms around each
other while Harry's thralls sleep on the bed around them.
In the morning Draco is sitting down to breakfast at Malfoy Manner
when the Daily Prophet is delivered. He sneers at the headline, "Exclusive
Interview with The Boy-Who-Lived."
Draco almost skips the article but decides to read it, if just to mock
Potter later. However, he quickly discovers the joke is on him. When he
reads about Potter claiming to have enslaved his mother he doesn't believe
it; but when Narcissa admits to it, Draco can't deny it any longer.
Suddenly he remembers when he saw his mother being arsefucked in
Knockturn Alley. The sudden spike in his blood pressure causes Draco to
black out.
Back at #12, Harry awakens to find Hermione once more practicing her
oral skills.
Harry moans while Hermione gently runs her tongue along the underside
of his shaft. "That's good Hermione, please keep it up."
Emboldened by Harry's words, Hermione brings her other hand up and
cups his balls before she starts to rub them.
Harry hisses at the sudden pain, "Not so rough!"
Hermione immediately stops and pulls back. She kisses Harry's nuts in
apology before she once more takes his staff into her mouth.
Harry relaxes again as Hermione suckles on the head of his dick for a
second.
Tonks is feeling adventurous as she lies down next to her mistress and
takes her masters balls into her mouth and starts to suck on them.
When Harry suddenly feels someone start to suck on his nuts, he looses
control and floods Hermione's mouth.
None of the ladies even think to complain as Hermione works to swallow
the whole load.
Finally, Harry looks down at Hermione and says, "Thank you."
Hermione gets off the bed blushing and the lot of them get dressed to
deal with the day to come.
After breakfast, the group retires to the Library to do some reading.
Albus Dumbledore Apparates to the entry hall of #12 Grimmauld Place,
hoping that Harry is feeling generous. He goes to the kitchen but finds it
deserted except for Winky. "Excuse me Ms. Winky, but do you know where I
can find Harry?
"Winky believes Master Harry and his ladies be up in the Library sir."
"Thank you Winky."
The little house elf goes back to cleaning as Albus heads up to the
library. The sight that greets him when he opens the door takes his breath
away.
Harry and Hermione are lying on the sofa together reading a book.
Harry has his arms wrapped around the witch while she holds the book.
Nymphadora Tonks is sitting in front of the sofa, going over what
appears to be an Auror's report.
Narcissa is sitting at the desk going through a white book while
Bellatrix is sitting by the fire, writing in a journal.
The love the fills the room almost has the aging headmaster in tears.
Reluctantly, he clears his throat.
Harry doesn't even look up, "Yes Albus?"
"Harry, may I please speak to you in private?"
Harry reluctantly disengages himself from Hermione and kisses her
cheek before he heads out of the room. In the hallway, Harry says, "What
can I do for you?"
"Perhaps we could speak in the kitchen."
Harry nods and the two men go down to the kitchen. Meanwhile,
Hermione whispers in Tonks ear, "Can we talk in Harry's room for a sec?"
Tonks nods and leads the way. In Harry's room, Tonks says, "What did
you want to talk about?"
Hermione's blush is enough to give away some of her intent, "I wanted
to ask you what it felt like when Harry sodomized you?"
Tonks takes a second to answer, "It feels different. Both of my aunts
have been buggered several times and enjoyed it. I've only taken Harry
that way once. While I will admit it wasn't the most pleasant experience
of my life, it also wasn't Harry shagging me."
Hermione looks at Tonks curiously, "Explain please."
"Yes mistress. The one time Harry took me up the bum, I was in the
form of his aunt and it was mostly just to heal a wound in his psyche.
Both of my aunts swear he is almost overly gentle with them and the part I
played required him not to be gentle at all."
Hermione thinks for a moment, "So, you didn't really care for it the
one time you've tried it, but you believe that it is because Harry wanted
to punish his aunt?"
Tonks smiles, "Yup, and I'm hoping to talk him into taking my bum
again, this time as myself."
"So you think you'll enjoy it?"
"Yes I do. Both aunt Cissa and Bella swear there is nothing like it."
Hermione blushes again, "I've heard it's painful the first time."
Tonks grins as she comprehends the real reason behind this
conversation, "It only hurts if you aren't prepared."
Hermione is studying her shoes as she says, "And how can you prepare?"
Tonks forces the grin from her face. "Well, the first part about
taking a cock in your bum is to relax. The other great way is to practice.
Normally when a woman decides to take it up the arse, she will either have
her lover loosen her up with his fingers or will use a butt-plug such as
aunt Cissa has."
"How did you get ready?"
Tonks grins at the teenaged witch, "There are some advantages of being
a metamorphmagus; that is one of them. I can be as loose or as tight as I
like."
Hermione is blushing scarlet as she says, "Where can I get a plug?"
Tonks goes over to the dresser and gets out Narcissa's box. She opens
it up and rummages around before she comes up with a small butt-plug, just
larger than her ring finger. She replaces the box and goes over to
Hermione, "This is a starting plug. Really it's just to get you used to
having something up there. You will want to move onto bigger ones if you
want to be completely ready for Harry or you can skip them if you want to
make sure you are still tight when the time comes."
Hermione is still blushing when she grins at Tonks, "Tonks would you
mind...?"
Tonks smiles gently at the young witch, "Not at all. Why don't you
drop your jeans and knickers and lie down on your stomach."
Hermione slowly undoes her trousers and drops them to the ground. She
then hesitantly slips her knickers off before she lies down on the bed,
leaving her naked bum exposed.
Tonks makes a silent vow not to betray the trust Hermione is showing
her. She walks to behind Hermione and gently parts her arsecheeks.
Hermione can't quite believe she's doing this as she feels a cool
breeze against her asshole. When she feels something plastic being pressed
against her opening, Hermione remembers Tonks caution and forces herself to
relax.
Tonks breaths a sigh of relief as she watches Hermione relax. She
puts just a small amount of pressure on the plug and the tip starts to
slide in. Tonks keeps up a firm but constant pressure on, until the plug
is buried up to its base.
Hermione finds Tonks was right, having something in her arse unlike
anything she'd ever experienced. Finally, Tonks stands up and Hermione
slowly follows suite, getting used to having the foreign object in her.
"Thanks Tonks."
"You're welcome mistress?"
"What's with the Mistress bit?"
Down in the kitchen, Harry and Albus are sitting across from each
other, "What can I do for you Albus?"
"I was hoping that you would be willing to rent the services of one of
your thralls to the school for the coming year?"
Harry looks at Albus intently, "In what fashion?"
Albus smiles, "In her day, Bellatrix was quite a potions mistress. I
would like to employ her for the coming year."
Harry nods, "How much would the pay be?"
"The standard teachers contract if for six thousand Galleons per
year."
Harry nods again, "We have a deal, contingent upon Bella's approval."
Albus smiles, once more assured that Harry hasn't fallen to the dark,
"Of course."
With a thought, Harry summons Bellatrix and a couple of minutes later,
Hogwarts has a new potions mistress.
A week later, Harry is getting ready to board the Hogwarts Express
along with the rest of the student body. He's getting no small amount of
stares and a few rather pointed offers from the guys on renting his ladies
services. However, as he sets foot on the train, Harry has no idea how
badly it is going to hit the fan in the year to come.
A/N: Until Next Time.