Daphne woke the next morning and stretched, reveling in the delicious ache before reality hit and she realized the reason for that ache. 'That bastard! He's done something to me! Warped my mind. Committed gross improprieties on my body... stolen my innocence.' Slowly grasping her wand, she turned to the slumbering form of the dark haired young man next to her. Readying a fatal dark curse. Before she could even ready her incantation, the emerald eyes flew open.
Daphne found herself flung against the far wall, held up by her neck with nothing more than sheer magical power. "Daphne, I had thought you'd be more creative than that. A mere curse? Really?" She struggled silently for several long minutes, grasping futilely at her neck before Harry finally let her fall to the floor. "Mediocre." Harry left her gasping on the floor as he walked down to breakfast.
Eusthenia Greengrass had slept fitfully, the sounds and groans coming from the guest bedroom had been loud and frankly, distracting. She knew her eldest had just been claimed by her new master and the knowledge left her feeling... conflicted.
She rose the next morning after too short a sleep to fix breakfast.
Astoria Greengrass, sleeping in the room between Daphne and Harry's rooms, slept like the dead, snoring lightly through the night. She woke the next morning refreshed and fully rested and shot out of her room excitedly to go eat breakfast with the other residents of the manor.
Breakfast was a mostly muted affair, Harry methodically ate his repast, sandwiched between a subdued Daphne, an uneasy Eusthenia, and an enthusiastic Astoria. For the first time since Hermiones death, a small smile cracked his face as he answered the questions that Astoria rapid fire asked of him. He found her childlike innocence refreshing. Astoria was as happy as a clam, getting to know the cool older boy that her sister was dating.
After breakfast, Harry disappeared into the Greengrass library with their grimoire.
The next several weeks passed much the same, Harry would wake, Daphne would attempt to kill him, he would rebuff her attempt. The family would eat breakfast, then Harry would retire to the library to study the most ancient and most dark magics he could find, breaking only to eat. Late into the night, Harry would retire to his rooms, he and Daphne would be compelled to mate, vigorously, and they would sleep.
Meanwhile, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was frantically trying to locate his pawn. Harry had failed to show up at privet drive, and as a result, the blood wards were in a critical condition. If they were to fail, the power tap and bindings on the boys magic would also fail. Dumbledore would lose the substantial boost he had grown so used to. How could he defeat Tom if the extra power boost failed? "But where is he? Where could he have gone?" The aging headmaster was at a loss, for all that the wizarding world was powerful and convenient, there was no easy way to locate someone. The Black fool was proof of this concept. How long had he remained hidden from the magical law enforcement department? He wracked his brilliant mind trying to find something he had overlooked, but still came up empty handed. This would take some thought.
Ginny Weasley was in a similar state of mind. Her own experiences in the department of mysteries had left her... altered. Her schoolgirl crush had evolved into full on obsession. Harry was hers, would be hers. They belonged together. It was meant to be. "I have to find him!" Pigwidgeon had been run ragged carrying letter after letter after letter, all returned. Where could her Harry have gone to? Why wouldn't he answer her? Feverishly, she wrote yet another letter. Hopefully this one would reach its destination.
In a posh chateau near Bordeaux, France, a healthier obsession was reaching its own conclusion. For the better part of a year, Fleur Delacour had attempted to ignore the growing bond between her and her master. Her health had begun to suffer for it, which had not escaped her mothers notice.
Apolline Delacour made her way to her eldest daughters room. What must be said, needed to be said. Knocking softly on the door, she waited for the faint "come in" from Fleur before she entered the room.
"Fleur, we must speak. I have not been unaware of your... condition. Surely you know your heritage is making itself known."
"I know. How can I not? The absence is a physical pain, I have borne it the best I can, but I fear I won't last much longer. Still, how can I possibly explain it to him? And the age difference? He is 16! Still a child! I'm an adult! It is... unseemly."
"Unseemly or no, your life is now bound to him. You must seek him out. The Veela has spoken. She has recognized her mate, and he has yet to claim you. It will only get worse if you do not. Go to him. The Veela knows where he is."
Nodding in determination, Fleur made up her mind. "Goodbye maman. I will leave in the morning. Tell Gabi, tell her I love her. Tell papa too, if he'll understand."
"Good luck mon Cherie. It will work out."
Harry finished reading the passage on the ritual he had found. The maiden's perversion. A powerful ritual, one that would augment his own formidable mental power, at the cost of a minor obligation of protection to the thrall used in the ritual itself. 'A reasonable sacrifice. As if I would allow her to come to any harm anyway. I'll do it tonight.' Closing the book, Harry left the library to interact with other people. He had shut himself away for long enough.
Walking into the main family room, he was immediately accosted by a hyperactive brunette bullet.
"Hi Harry! Find anything cool in the library? You spend an awful lotta time there. I haven't seen you in days, have you been ok? Daphne hides in her room too, say is she your girlfriend now? Are you gonna marry her? It'd be kinda cool if you did, I've always wanted a brother!"
"Astoria! What have I told you about chattering? Leave Harry alone!"
"But..."
"Hush!"
"Yes mother." Sighed the girl.
Harry blinked, processing the rapid influx of speech that had assaulted his ears. "I have found a few... interesting... rituals in the library that may be of use to me. As for your sister, I suppose it would not be wrong to say that we are... involved. Eventually I suppose it will move towards a more permanent union, but that will be some time away. And between you and me, I've always wished I had siblings. Maybe if I hadn't grown up alone, things would have been better for me."
Eusthenia blanched at the minor revelation. The boys upbringing had not been pleasant? The savior of the wizarding world?
"Eusthenia."
"Yes, lord Potter?"
"It has come to my attention that the will reading for my godfather, Sirius black, will be in three days time. I require means of transportation to the ministry."
"Anything I can do my lord, consider it done."
"Thank you."
That afternoon passed much as the rest had, with the exception of daphne. Upon performing her nightly ablutions, she resignedly followed her master to his own bedchamber. She stopped with a shock as she saw the tunic circle drawn on the floor of the rooms.
"You're not content to abuse me for your pleasures, now you dare to use me as a sacrifice in some ritual?! How dare you? What gives you the right..."
"SILENCE! You mewling quim! I'm not the one who sought you out for a duel! I'm not the one who issued challenge! I'm not the one who lost that duel under the old laws nor am I the one who underestimated my opponent, leaving me open to an overwhelming defeat! You! Lost! Or have you forgotten? The love of my life was not yet cold in the ground and you moved to destroy me. You lost. I own you. You ARE a pleasure toy. You are also whatever else I decide you are. If I need an assassin, that's you. If I need a bodyguard, that's you. If I decide to fuck a child into you, you will be a mother. For now, I need a maiden bound to my will for a ritual. You fit the bill. Now get on your knees and suck my cock. We have a ritual to perform."
"I hate you"
"I don't care. You're mine. No other man seemed interested, despite your beauty."
"No, no man. I would've never allowed a man to touch me."
As she started the blowjob, Harry gave a cold, mirthless chuckle. "No, the great Slytherin ice queen was a lesbian wasn't she? I imagine you and Davis were more of an item then."
The look of surprise in her face was all the confirmation he needed.
"Merlin! You were, weren't you? Ha! Maybe if you're a good little toy, I'll let you pleasure her for my amusement." Daphne accidentally took him into her throat in shock. The thought was... strangely attractive. Despite her bluster, she was becoming... attached to her new master. And the thought of performing for him was arousing. Noticing this arousal, Harry pressed on.
"Perhaps you want more than just to give me a show, eh? I could make you lick her slit as I mount you from behind. Or have her lick my seed from you as I claim her for myself."
Her masters words were inflaming. The perverse pictures he painted in her mind were intoxicating! Tracy had always been a little subservient, pitted against a dominant personality like Harry, they could wrong orgasm after orgasm from her. Or, even more girls would fall. She knew she would never be able to fully satisfy his libido on her own. She could feed a slew of girls to his monstrous cock, and she could dominate them all, second only to him. He was powerful, and she was bound to him. By proxy, she would be almost as powerful. She could be the lesbian queen she always secretly wanted to be. The thought brought her to a shuddering climax as she continued sucking and licking the spike of meat in her mouth.
"You like that idea, do you? I could feel you cum like a slut. Enough, face down, arse up. High."
Obediently moving to comply, she grunted loudly as he entered her with no warning. "Bloody buggering hell! So... big... hurts... feels good..."
"I've impaled you like a slut every night since we've been on break, and every night you are still tight for me. You are mine, daphne. Never forget."
Any reply was lost in the animalistic grunting as Harry relentlessly drove himself into her again and again and again. Her pale ass bounced and jiggled as he fucked in and out of her. Daphne was lost in a haze of fuck lust as his crown drug over her gspot, as her walls strained to contain him. She came, hard, a small amount of her juices spraying out of her to coat his balls.
Holding himself deep inside her, he started the ritual incantation. "This maiden is bound to me through blood, semen and magic. Pure, untainted, she is mine." Pulling out of her with a sucking sound, he positioned himself between the taught cheeks of her ass. "Being mine, I pervert her purity. I commit this desecration to increase my power, and in return, I offer a portion of that power to protect what is mine. Through this act, I permanently bind her closer, that she may not act against me, or my interests." Positioning himself at her anus, he slowly but forcefully drove himself inside.
Daphne came to long enough to hear the incantation, and to feel the monstrous organ at the tiny hole that she had never considered being used in this way. She had no energy to resist, nor at this point would she. 'I'm for a knut, in for a galleon.' She thought, then tried her hardest to relax.
As Harry slid deeper inside her forbidden hole, he marveled at the heat, the tightness and the friction. While her cunt was like a velvet glove, this was like a vice, every inch further was a battle, forcing himself against the resistance of her anal walls. Finally, his balls rested against her leaking cunt.
Daphne was conflicted, driven breathless by the exquisite pleasure/pain of her master violating her. After an eternity of stretching, fighting her reflex to eject the intruder, and steady breathing, she felt her masters balls rest against her clit, the hair tickling her button. Then, as on her first night, he began to move.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Harry drove into her tight ass, slapping her clit with his balls on every stroke. The constant heavy slapping on her most sensitive node, was driving her to distraction, the pleasure/pain building into a tight ball of energy in her lower abdomen, holding there until it finally exploded, reaching out through her entire body.
Harry chuckled darkly as she sprayed his balls with girlcum yet again. Her ass rippled around him as she came again and again. Finally, Harry met his own release, deep inside her bowels. Magic flashed around them, and he finished the incantation.
"With the gift of seed, the deed is complete." Power surged through him, his mind opening in new ways, magical channels opening wide that once were narrowed. His eyes blazed and power crackled from his fingertips. Dark laughter filled the room as he grew drunk on magical energy. As suddenly as it began, it faded, and he fell back, exhausted, into a deep slumber.
As her master fell back, daphne felt her own surge of power. A warm blanket of almost tangible protection fell about her, settling into her skin. Her own magical core grew, her magic expanding to fill it. 'So this was the purpose of the ritual. I am bound to serve him, but he won't let me die. I truly am his.' She was unsure whether to be scared or reassured by the thought. Standing up, she struggled to haul her master onto his bed. Curling around him, she laid her head on his chest as she pulled the cover around them.
Harry found himself in a gray environment, surrounded by mist. As he watched, a powerful fortress materialized around him. Exploring the fortress as defenses started to materialize, he walked through endless hallways. Room after room materialized, and as he checked each one, different aspects of his mind materialized in each one. Here was his determination, here his memories, here his magical core. Continuing into the dungeons, he became surrounded by a black shadowy mist, which coalesced into a familiar form. He had encountered this person once before, in a younger form. He had killed him that time, but this time, he had other plans.
"Harry Potter..."
"Hello Tom."
End chapter two