Again, I do not own anything. It is all JKR's
Soft silver-blonde hair was the first thing he noticed when he woke as his mind came into the dream. His hand was resting on her silky-smooth hair as he laid back in the bed. The handle moves up and down as the girl's head was bobbing on his cock. He felt her skilled tongue working him even as she worked her head slowly, not going to deep on the shaft more focused on the top half of his shaft in this leisurely moment.
His head raised up, and he looked down at the beauty below him, her serene face perfection, her eyes closed as she bobbed away on him. Her long silvery blonde hair pushed back into a ponytail as he noticed one the most elegant faces he knew. Soft cheeks, clear skin. A woman whom he would have expected in his dreams. Not some seemingly random woman like the last two. Though this dream like the ones before it felt more real than usual.
Fleur. He was dreaming about the woman who had been his competitor in the tournament. Having seen her so much over the last year and in the swimsuit during the second challenge in the water. It almost made a sense he would dream of her.
She though seemed more focused on her task at hand than his observations of her for now. Her one hand around the base of his cock squeezing it in time with the bobs, the other cradling his balls kneading them gently as if preparing the meal, she was working on earning from him.
Her eyes then opened, and she looked up at him with a smile around the head of his cock as she stopped for just a moment and delivered a wink with one of her soft blue eyes with a sexy confidence, and then her eyes closed again as she went back to the action.
She seemed to be happily lost in her task, pleasuring the man under her as she was enjoying their play. Laying between his legs, he felt her naked skin on his likewise bare legs. She was gorgeous from what he could see.
The dream seemed more relaxed than the last two, more... languid and slow. His hand was stroking her hair rather lovingly, even as the ethereal air about them seemed to just help him relax more in-depth into the actions she was doing to him.
The pleasure of the dream came slow... less rampant then the other two had been, causing him to cum even as she speeds up and increased her stimulations of the man under her. He moaned and just gave her what she seemed to be working so hard to get. What she seemed to crave.
He didn't even realize he was waking from it before he was awake and blinking. Not with a start, a softer murr of pleasure before he rolled over to catch a little more sleep.
In Azkaban, the woman woke... Her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she went over the feelings her dreams had stirred into her mind. The lord had lord so different in the dreams.
Just like he had before, Dark, beautiful hair. But so much stronger, more muscular then he had when she knew him before his fall. Before the changes had caused him to look more snake than man.
He also seemed younger, Purer in a way then she remembered, which did nothing to diminish her new-found love and lust of the man... he looked so much better like this.
Her insane mind realizing he was alive somewhere, began to work more. She was the most skilled and deadly witch alive, and she now needed to show it. To plan on how to serve her lord better.
She closed her eye's feigning sleep as she rubbed her hand over her arm, the same arm his mark was on... and smoothed the skin almost tenderly. Soon she would be with her lord again.
A plan formed and slowly set in motion, as she looked out to the bars and beyond them. If her muggle loving bastard of a cousin could escape, so could she.
Coming down to fetch some breakfast after he had started the next batch of potions and washed up after the dream. Harry was yawning as he moved down the stairs, as it was around Six thirty in the morning. Harry had become an earlier riser since returning to the Dursley's this summer. It was when the house was most peaceful and quiet.
He had only gotten a few hours of sleep due to the late-night meeting he had last night with the two older men, and then he heard the noise coming from the kitchen as he approached the door.
Blinking as he looked over at the table where the two adults were talking. Apparently, His Godfather and Ms. Weasley were in the middle of a conversation about... Him? He stopped at the doorway and listened in.
"Sirius, you seriously can't expect to take the boy out of the protections of this house and to that bank without us Worrying." She said as she glared at the man, the woman's maternal instincts strong towards her adopted 7th son. Weasley in all but name he was to her and Arthur.
"Molly. That's exactly what I am doing. He needs to start the process of becoming a lord. He is the last of his line, he needs to learn about it and prepare for it. And Gringotts is one the most protected places in all of England. No wizard will dare pull their wand there."
He paused and added to seek to appease her." I also plan to use the Lord apparition point inside the bank. "he said back, not glaring back at her but merely remaining calm. Rarely had seen the man so calm or solemn apparently what he had talked to the two men earlier struck deep with his godfather.
"He can't, he's just a boy... He doesn't need all that extra stress in his life. He should be worrying about his grades and girls." She said and sighed softly.
Her eyes going down into her morning tea. She was lost in thought of her life, her own brothers and family as well as children.
Harry felt for her, she was worried about him. He didn't know why Sirius had approached her. Maybe? So, she wouldn't tell Dumbledore? Get her on his side. Who understand the motivations of the older Black male.
"He's got more on his shoulders. Than any adult at this house does. And he's only fifteen Molly." He looked at her and moved to touch her hand, squeezing it.
"I know, but it is not fair to him," she said and looked up at the man.
"Nothing about his life has been fair. Molly. The boy has faced more than I can dream if what I hear is true from Lupin and The Members of the Order still at the school."
She nodded then leaned back in her chair as she looked to the ceiling. The woman's thumb moving to touch the corner of her eyes. A slight dampness there, she has been fretting about this conversation so much she was now tearing up.
Harry had watched this conversation and decided it was time to enter it. He needed to control the flow of his plans, he didn't know why the two adults were talking. He would need to ask Sirius later, but damage control would come first.
"Ms. Weasley." He said finally stepping into the room, as he did he noticed Arthur had been in the room off to the side where he didn't see him before. He seemed to be thinking about what been said. Apparently, he has been a part the conversation before Harry had arrived.
All three adults turned towards Harry, as they were not expecting the boy to be up this early. Arthur though was the first to react.
"Would you Like a Cup of earl gray Harry?" the man had apparently been using some magic to create the morning tea for the three of them. As his wife been a little too upset due to the conversation, he heard the end of to make it.
Harry stopped what he was about to say., then nodded "I will thank you Sir" he said looking at Arthur then turned to look back to the table." I ... "
Molly would cut him off quickly." I am sorry what you thought you heard Harry." she said before he got even half into his statement. Cutting him off before he got too far.
Sirius looked over to her, then to Harry. Realizing He could be taking this as a breach of trust he needed to gain control quickly. "I was telling her I decided it's time for you to learn about your birthright."
Harry stopped and nodded, that made him feel better the man had not betrayed his trust at least." And I heard part of it. Go and become a lord?" he asked.
"You see Harry." This time it was Arthur who spoke, flicking his wand. Four cups of tea went to the table and sat there." As the last Potter, you can start the process of being a Lord earlier."
"Being a lord for you would mean more freedoms and responsibilities." He said and then walked over placing a hand on Harrys back, as they walked to the table.
" The Potters are an old House. Originally, they were part of the scared twenty-eight, but like the Weasleys, they are shunned due to their openness for muggleborn rights." he said softly." Your great-grandfather. Was on our side of it, advocating their rights... "
Harry thought, having seen the propaganda tom used with the death eaters, and his own raising. He began to get an idea. An actual cause in the rift of the wizarding world and how to help... solve parts of it. He would need to think, maybe discuss it with Ron and Hermione.
Hearing Arthurs words, Sirius got a gleam in his eye... the kind he used to get when he did pranks. In school, the other three didn't see it. But anyone who did would know the man's mind was working in playful ways.
"Thou you're not listed as one anymore to some circles. This still gives you power. You would be considered a Lord, an adult and have privileges like Me, Sirius, or Even Lucius Malfoy."
Harry walked with the older man, moving to sit down there as he looked to the other two adults and then looked to Sirius" and? This would help me how?" He asked.
Sirius then spoke up as he looked at Molly and Arthur." It would prepare you for life you will have after school in a few years. You will be the head of a house. Expected to use the power that comes with it. You would be considered an adult, with the trace removed. You'd also have access to the main potter vaults, and the influence of a lord. "
Molly spoke up next." He's too young" She said and then felt Arthur squeeze her hand. and leaned to whisper to his wife. She just nodded, at whatever he said. The private words soothed her a bit.
Harry took a thoughtful look as he then looked down at his tea. Sirius had made a bold move, but with Arthur and Molly on their side, even if they told the other members this meant his plans for the next three or, so weeks would
"I think. I would like this." He said finally looking up at the two. He felt terrible manipulating the people he loved, but he knew this was the next step he could use in his goals. So, shifting his plans, he looked up at the two older redheads.
"I. I asked Sirius and Professor Lupin to train me some Mr. and Ms. Weasley. I wasn't going to tell you both but seeing you like this. I hope... you can understand." He was nervous about telling them it wasn't an act.
Molly Looked up at him, about to say something. Before Arthurs' hand squeezed her own and he nodded for the boy to continue.
"I have faced Voldemort. three times in different forms," he said softly.
The name causing the other three to shiver.
"I have faced Shades of a possessed man, a Bloody Basilisk, Dementors, Trolls, a werewolf and even seen others seek to kill me or deliver me to him on top of that," He said softly... "I want to... No, I need to feel ready." He said softly.
The boy Looking his age, as even with Tom's knowledge this was a massive task. He had done so much. For one so young. And it gave him an Old soul in a youthful man look, but also. A youth that been through too much in his short life.
The Weasleys shared a look..." I thought they were..." Molly said even as Arthur nodded to her then looked back to Harry." You have our Blessing, Harry. your right..." He said softly.
Molly just laid her head on her husband's shoulder as she tried not to cry for the boy. This was her seventh son in all but name asking to be trained for war, he was too young. But could she deny him? Would this drag her other son in with him?
Sirius was being uncharacteristically quiet through part of the exchange nodded to Harry, the man then reached out to squeeze his shoulder. His godson needed a stronger more serious man. He and Remus had discussed it, they would shake themselves off and becomes the pillars he needed.
"We start in about two hours Harry, Get some food in you and rest. You are going to need it. I need some time to start his process for the visit to Gringotts." He said and added mentally and start one of my own.
Harry nodded to the man then looked back at the Weasley's who began to ask him more about his last four years at the school.
They wanted to hear about it from him after what he said. Not from the professors who most likely watered-down things. And as He talked.
Molly got up and began to cook, so she could hide her face. And the silent anguish she had, as well as anger for what her newest son had been through. The next order meeting would end in a way that made the members wish she had sent a howler and not been there in person.
Two Hours later a feed and weary Harry walked down to the private dueling room of the house, he had not meant to include the Weasleys, but Sirius had made a play, and in the long run, it had worked out.
Having the two more of the adults who were staying here only increase the time he could train.
He was in a t-shirt and jeans as he opened the door and looked in seeing both men dressed in casual slacks and shirts, the wizard idea of dressing down it seemed. The boy nodded to them both.
"So How are we going to start?" he asked as he looked around the empty training room, he noticed some runes on the places of the wall.
"Harry, before we begin I want to make something clear." Sirius said as he looked at his godson." We are not here to teach you how to duel."
Harry blinked as he said that and looked at his godfather and honorary uncle." What?"
Lupin then spoke." We are here to teach you how to fight, this will be no flashy bowing, no facing your opponent or honor foolishness. You shouldn't kill if you don't have to. But to quote a saying, all is fair in love and war Harry."
Sirius nodded and continued where his friend left off." You're going to need to develop your own style. But we are going teach you to go to war with the death eaters, as well as telegraph your spells less then they teach you at Hogwarts."
Harry blinked, he had not expected this, but it made sense. No fancy dueling, no formality. Just learning to fight.
"I understand." He said as he thought about it, this worked in his favor in more ways than not, so he agreed." Sirius, why did you tell Mr. and Ms. Weasley?" he asked.
"That was my idea." Lupin said as he took over." Having them on our side, knowing why you're not cleaning and why you may be sore, or what's going on could help. Molly also better at healing spells with all the kid's she's had, so if it's a minor injury, it helps us."
Sirius nodding added." Arthur also was born and raised a lord and raised his own heir and back up heir. Charles and bill were both trained in the traditions of the Noble houses and bloodlines. He will be able to help supplement what I teach you."
Harry nodded, this all made sense and while it changed his plans some. it all would work in his favor." Please, next time... Don't make a choice for me. That's part of the reason I wanted to keep it from Professor Dumbledore." He said softly. Sounding the overwhelmed teen, he truly was without meaning to
The men nodded, realizing they had almost crossed a line. Harry noticed both seemed. More focused then he had seen them in a while. As if asking them to help him and the acknowledgment of his destiny helped spark something in the men.
"Fine, but we'll come to you with advice then.? Does that work better?"
Harry nodded before he spoke, they both could offer great advice. The Marauders were legends, and they had done a lot in school and the first war.
"So, what's the plan?" he asked as he looked at the men and waited, they were in control for now.
"First, we are going to test you, see how you do. I saw a lot in school. But we are going to see what where you are at fully. And we are going teach you some the working out they teach in the Auror academy, as the drills moody used to put us through." Lupin said.
Sirius nodding." every morning we are going to start by training your body then teaching you to fight. For now, just calisthenics. But we will add in more cardio and weights as we go."
Harry blinked." Why are we tiring me out first? Afraid I can beat you old men" He teased the two even as Sirius laughed.
"No, because you rarely get to fight fully rested harry, if you learn to fight already a little tired and winded it will do you good. Moody taught us that" he laughed.
Harry nodded, as he thought of the logic. He knew he coming to these two would help him a lot. Most underestimated the two, but they had been some of the most massive troublemakers outside his own parents to the death eaters.
And they would help him learn more. The fact was Tom was going be a hard fight, even if he had this knowledge now.
So, the exercise began, and he thanked the gods he been taking the potions. These two were pushing him hard. He swore they were seeking to run him into the ground before the fights. They took him over a dozen body weight exercises and even more stretches, this happen till every muscle in his body been forced to burn and an almost whole hour had passed with him defiantly feeling more tired than when he came down here.
Lupin showed almost no tiredness, though he seemed agitated. Harry realized it was more how close the moon was which left him looking tired and on edge. His godfather also seemed to be in better shape. The man said he been doing this for months once he got better. A way to help him get back in shape past Azkaban had left him.
Harry got to breathe and sit for a few, not that it would allow him to recover fully but it would help him with the upcoming training.
"Ok Harry, enough rest" Sirius called out as he and Lupin finished their own breathers and making plans for the man's willing imprisonment which would happen over the next few days.
"You're going to start with Remus here, as he will be too tired to do much sparring with you over the next three or four days, and he's has taught more., this way he can help create a baseline for us."
"But before we begin, you need to know something," Sirius said softly. And looked at him. "But let me ask you... What makes the Dark arts dark." He said softly. "I mean, People uses hex's and jinx's all the time, and Aurors use curses and other exotic spells." He said as he tilted his head.
Harry blinked, not sure where this was going he just nodded to him. "What is it?" he asked. Wanting to see where it went.
"What the wizarding world calls the Dark arts are not all evil. Some can even be used for good or great intentions. The dark arts just affect living things or objects in a negative light, manipulating them. "
"The killing curse? Can be a mercy on someone dying of the blood boiling curse and no way to cure them." He said softly. "The dark arts. I grew up with them harry, understand them better than most... my family is well known for them.
"They are like any spell in some ways, Based on intent. Many Charms, transfigurations or other spells can be used to harm. Hit someone with the serving charm, use bombard on a wall above them. Transfigure the floor to quicksand then back to solid stone under them." He said softly.
"No. What makes them different is the dark arts are corrupting and addictive. They get inside you and whisper to you. the stronger the spell, the more they corrupt."
"But it's also the intent you use them in. You see students all the time using the stinging hex, or a leg locking jinx. Ms. Weasley even is feared for the bat bogey hex. Yet, they do this with no issue. But they aren't going to war. You will be, you need to mentally understand and prepare yourself. You will be using the dark arts at times. And they will whisper to you."
"I for example, as did Moody and most the order of the Phoenix, the Aurors use the dark arts in the first war and in their lines of duty. Its. A tool. But it must be respected, used carefully. I decided I am going to show you magic mostly kept to the family. Dark spells. But you need to Understand this."
"What Makes a wizard dark is not just using the dark arts Harry, at least but all of them. There is magic so dark it goes beyond this idea. This is no schoolyard brawl you're training for. This is war Harry, and we plan to have you win" He said softly, as he looked at Harry.
"do you understand? This won't be schoolboy level spells harry. We are teaching you war." he asked, Harry blinked as his instincts from the last four years kick in, and he stepped back from it.
A beam of red flew past just where his shoulder had been as he turned his wand on Remus who was smirking. "Oh, and. Fights have No rules, Harry. No honor. You are fighting to win, you are fighting for your family and friends." Harry nodded.
"Show me what you got Harry, land a spell on me," Lupin said with a cocky grin, the troublemaker of his youth showing a bit.
And then the training began, the man was teaching nothing impressive or new at least for this first training session, they more were getting a Benchmark for the chosen one's skills, at the same point Harry was holding back as much as he could not want to show where he was. Sirius watching as lupin worked with Harry.
He took time, seeing what his godson would need to learn to work on and do, but due to Harry's secret not really getting a handle on the boy. To the men, though Harry seemed impressive even trying to hold back, he was still doing better than they thought a child his age should do.
Harry seemed to get lost in time, he was having a ball with this. He always had been good with the defense of the dark arts. But here, he was able to relax and just go with it.
Both been trading spells back and forth, when Lupin called a timeout. They had been casting shields and stunners, charms and hexes. Nothing to real damage, but. They had not stopped since it began.
"You tired harry?" he asked, the man had an adult essence which was developed but. He had expected Harry to been tired by now. The boy who lived shook his head.
"Not very... more just tired from working out," he said softly. He breathed out then nodded." and you?"
"Let's stop and get lunch, "he said softly. Harry blinked." Lunch?" he asked
Sirius nodded as he looked up from where he been writing." It's close to noon Harry."
The Boy blinked as he said this, He been casting and working with Lupin for over the better part of an hour, closer to an hour and a half and wasn't thoroughly tired yet.
"Lunch it is then," he said as he stood straight and moved to get some water, had he gained such reserves from tom? Could it be the potions? He was not sure, but he knew at his best before he could go for maybe half an hour in class before feeling the drain.
Lunch it seems was Just sandwiches, crisps, and some Juice. The two men were not worried about the quality of food it seemed. But more getting some inside of harry.
A bar of chocolate also was given to Harry telling him to eat up.
"Harry, part of this training in the afternoons. Will not just be fighting like this morning? You did great." Lupin commented before adding." But you are going to need to learn spells, a variety of them. And we are going to start training you to use spells Non-verbal."
"Nonverbal, that makes sense. Means they won't know what I am casting as quickly or hear me cast it?" he asked.
Remus nodded. "In youth, they teach you to use words and wand movements, because you are still growing, but as we age. We have a better control of our magic. We can use spells without one or the other. Or even both. Just focusing our magic through will and wand so to speak."
"this does not mean you can be lazy. You still need to learn, practice and master spells, only once you mastered a spells base form. can you learn to advance it like so?"
Harry nodded as he took a bite of his food. The boy understood more then they knew. Tom had gotten to the point he could do some the darkest magic nonverbal as well as wandless.
"So. The idea is to teach me. Be more versatile. And As you said before. Not telegraph my spells?" he asked.
Sirius looked up from the book he been writing in. He seemed to have added pages upon pages into the book for some reason. He then slides the book to Lupin as he spoke, who looked over the last few pages. The book seemed very old, in excellent condition but old.
"Yes. "Sirius added, and nodded." Half of magical combat is knowing how to counter effects harry. "He took a bite of his sandwich now he was book free, then added after he swallowed. "this also makes counter charms harder to use... there are ones that are more universal, but they are not as effective."
"Non-verbal spells often don't have the same kick, it's like your streamlining the gathering of power. But they get the job down and allow for you to do so much more magic in ways."
Harry nodded as he listened, he knew all this. But it was good to hear it, explain it.
"We need to go over some stuff Harry, so why don't you go relax for the afternoon." He said softly, a smile given to his godson as the book was passed back to him.
"and. We need to prepare my home for the night soon. I've learned always prepare before. Since. "Lupin added and nodded, the man didn't need to say since what. Harry knew very well what it was.
He stood and stretched, he was tired and sore, if not magically exhausted. Once he had sat and begin to eat, the hours of training had hit him as the adrenaline had worn off. So, he could use a nap and time to spend with his occlumency training, so he agreed.
He smiled and then nodded moving out. But one thought stuck in his mind, what was in that damn book those two men passed around.
After the door closed." I am glad he didn't notice the potion in his drink." Sirius said to Lupin and tilted his head. The simple potion he added would help Harry recover based on his magical strength, his food intake, and hormones. It was nothing an adult could use as they were done growing up for a kid Harry's age would like dragon dung on a neglected plant.
"He needs it, he's so small and frail. One dose or two on top this training and he'll start filling out."
The two prankers shook their heads, Harry was too noble to resort to potions, or he would have already, so they decided to help him.
Harry walked slowly up the stairs as everyone else had been busy working or cleaning, it was easy for him to get into his room without being seen. He cast a silence spell so as not to be interrupted by the sounds of the others inside the house.
He wasn't ready to yet tell the others about what he was doing with the two older men. But he knew it would be inevitable. Hermione was too smart and observant, and Ron While not like Hermione would wonder where his best friend was all the time if not cleaning.
He stepped in and checked over his three potion cauldrons. They were going to be ready for the last doses today. He already knew he was at the end of the potion regiment.
Sirius had been right, and the physical training had been more robust then he would like to admit, so finishing this last dose would do well. He knew that the exercise the two planned to put him through would just piggyback off this potion regime and would make him better able to handle fights.
Tom never thought of physical aspects of the fight. Not truly, this with their training may be an edge he was willing to push forward and use. And even if he knew all that tom did, he wanted every advantage he could have against the man.
Once the needed stirs and ingredients were added and done, the boy shook his head and moved to sit down on the desk and chair he had in the room.
Pulling out his diary, the Boy opened it as he began looking over the Names of the people he had on the list. The list seemed to be people most Would Not expect, and others would.
- Hermione Granger
- Ron Weasley
- Ginny Weasley
- The Twins
- Neville Longbottom
- Luna Lovegood
- Severus Snape
- Albus Dumbledore
- Sirius Black
- Remus Lupin
- The Weasley's
- Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
- Andromeda and Ted Tonks.
- Cornelius Fudge.
- Rita Skeeter
- Worm tail
Looking over the list again, these were the pieces he had to move in this war. Moving them the proper way could change How Tom and his war went, pushing them the wrong way could tilt the war more in his opponent's favor.
He shook his head as he thought over and wrote a note or two beside each of what and how he planned before he closed the book.
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he began to focus inward. He began to clear his mind and work on his Occlumency.
There were two schools to the art. Being so neat and organized in a way no one else would understand or being so chaotic they got such gibberish it was like trying to make sense of static from a tv. White noise. He Had chosen the former.
Inside his mind, he looked over his mind palace as he was coming to call it. Becoming structured was helping to soothe his soul. But he needed to decide what the inside of his mind looked like.
He knew most people who would be reading his mind by force would most likely be purebloods, the followers of Voldemort. So, to confused them, He set his mind to High sci-fi he had caught once or twice on the Telly when the Dursley's were not watching.
Building a Mansion around the Mind palace, he then created a small cupboard under the stairs, which opened to be larger on the inside than the outside like the strange blue box from the show. The real mind palace there. The rest fake thoughts and ideas.
His mind spent an hour going over details of the mansion and gardens. Making it look like something from a fairy tale. Something any pureblood would buy. He was going to hide his most deep secrets in the cupboard under the stairs. And still had found some stuff the books tom had read talked about. Inner magic essence, and his inner core mind.
But he was more tired than he thought. so, this meditation slowly slipped into a full-on Nap as his head was tilted back in the chair and he began to snore softly
He realized he was dreaming, most of his dreams seemed to become more real than before the merger with tom. Maybe this was a part of being a master the art of occlumency, using your dreams more often.
Though the most pleasurable sensation came to him dragging him from the thought. The world around him seemed to rush in in a mixture of sound and color, as he blinked himself aware in the dream. The sound of water pouring around him as he was in a shower, the feel of the shower hitting his skin to hot. He almost swore this was real till that pleasurable sensation and the softness in his hand dragged him more into the dream.
A soft moan was heard, and he opened his eyes and looked down and saw a well-sunned back without any tan lines, and. Round ass bouncing off his thrusting hips. His cock was seen disappearing into the most perfect body he has ever seen in his dreams or life... Her hips being rocked back to meet the man behind her.
The pleasure of the dream hit him fully as his mind came into it. His right hand was fisted in a dark chocolate brown set of locks which were soaked and felt like wet silk in his hand. His fist holding the dream girls head as she was bent forward. Her hands on the wall holding it pressing back to meet his rocks in the dark black marble shower.
The Man's other hand on her hip pulling her back to meet him as he rocked. The sensation was warm, wet and tighter then he believed it could be. He felt her pussy milking his cock with each rock as he moved with her. different than the last woman yet still as good
The girl was moaning out loud panting as one her hands slide from the wall down between her legs, fingers brushing his balls even as she played with her own clit.
"Fuck" she panted out even as she was rocking to meet her dream lover, the woman's voice sounded so familiar to him in the dream. He leaned closer to her, his hand left her hip and moved to the wall before them as he bent down over her. His right hand bequeathed her hair to wrap around her and grab a breast which fit into his palm perfectly.
He pulled her back and into him as his hips danced with her own, rolling now as the rocks became less forceful and more about the pleasure of each other." Fuck yourself... you feel so good."
He was kissing over her shoulder pulling back against him. The woman was arching to meet him." Just. a little longer..." She whimpered. Fingers teasing her nipples softly, almost as if he knew exactly how she liked it.
He could feel it, she was close to cumming, he didn't know how he knew, but he did. His fingers teasing her nipple tweaking it firmly even as his hand left the wall.
Hand sliding down over her stomach to slide down and join her own on her clit." That's it. Cum for me. Mmm fuck milk me as I shoot my cum deep in you." he groaned out to her ear then bite her shoulder.
"Fuck... fuck me. harder." She whimpered as she began to writhe and roll her hips. Her hand sliding from her clit now he took over and grabbed the shower rail, and she began to rock again in a hard need.
The boy, not one to disappoint began to rock harder with his lover... now teasing her with both hands as he then whispered to her ear." you want it.? You want me to cum deep in you."
She hissed "Yes." before her head snapped to the side, and he moved with her. Meeting her with a deep kiss which blocked the view of her face entirely from him.
She clenched down on him hard, as she shivered, and the orgasm hit her like a freight train, leaving her shaking as he held her close and kept rocking to him. Her hips undulating even as her pussy milked in him in the throes of her orgasm.
Her own causing the boy to lose control his which exploded in her, painting her core with the white seed as he shudders out...
Her eyes opened, and Harry's green eyes looked into the soft cinnamon eyes, His face so close he could not see who it was, but she seemed so familiar. He was panting, coming down from the high as he then awoke.
The boy sat straight up in his chair, why had he been dreaming so vividly and sexually lately, he did not know. But he raised his hand casting a tempus spell. He was still getting ahold the wandless magic, so he was only doing small spells.
It was barely after three. Seems after his meditation he slept for a few hours.
Standing, he stretched as he shook his head. The sleeping in the chair on top being tired had just put some crinks in his neck. And made his back sorer then he would like to admit.
He moved over to check on the potions which were done as he had started them earlier than normal He looked over each.
The three had been picked because mixing them together created slow stable results. Boosting his body's natural hormones and pushing it to where it should be for his age, even if on the high level for the scale. It also gave him a considerable boost of nutrients which the potions would help guide.
He began to mix the three as he always did. And then poured them all into the vial. The boy stretched as he prepared for the pain about to hit him from the three being mixed.
Little did he know what his godfather and honorary uncle had done to him. So, he tilted the vial back and then took a deep drink as he drained all the potion down slowly.
The bittersweet taste flowing out as he sighed, and then put it down. The pain hit as always, a burning which felt like his blood was boiling. But it. Felt worse.
He blinked gasping for air at the pain which was now flowing through him. The boy stumbling as his legs almost gave out. This felt more painful than the Cruciatus Curse as the potions mixed with the properties of his blood and potion Sirius had put into him.
It felt like his body was writhing, a vast mass of flesh skin and muscles, bones seeking to change all at once.
He screamed out in agony, not that anyone could hear as the mixed potions flowed over him feeling like they were ripping apart and soaking into him all at once... he made it crumble to his bed.,. And then passed out in blessed relief from the pain.
Little did he notice his leather band was falling off from the mixture of his very skin and muscles seeming to ripple as well as the painful struggles he had getting to the bed.
Two Hours Later...
Molly Looked up seeing Sirius and Remus Enter for dinner as the rest of the family was starting to gather around. "Isn't Harry still with you?" she asked. Having expected them to keep him until dinner.
"We let him go around lunch. needed to prepare Remus's room for the night." Sirius replied." Maybe he's in his room?"
Hermione Looked up from where she and Ginny were both sitting there," Well go get him" She replied.
Ginny Nodding, she and Hermione been discussing how she could get Harry to notice her more, and one of the steps was to stop acting so shy or avoiding him. She felt safe with this. Going with Hermione up to the room.
Both girls talking and just discussing what they planned to do for school. The classes and wondering what we're coming with this school year, one thing was for certain Hogwarts was never dull.
"Do you think this is ok?" the younger redhead asked the Brunette even as the approached Harrys door."
"I told you, you need to relax around him. Just show some confidence, and it helps." She had to admit Harry himself was changing and she thought the way he carried himself was a great look on her friend.
The two walked down the hallway and knocked." Harry?" they called.
No sound came from inside, so Hermione opened the door and stepped into the room the door closing behind them as no sound left the room.
Harry began to stir, feeling tired from what had happened... His mouth was dry. He went to roll to his side. And blinked. He Looked up and saw both his hands tied to the corners of his bed.
The boy blinked as he looked up and saw Ginny in the corner, in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, her wand drawn and pointed at him. Her brown eyes glowing with anger even as her red hair shined in the amount of light which came into his room. She looked like some redhead avenging angel, and the boy realized she was cute as hell.
A slap drew his attention to the other person in the room. Hermione Granger. She had her wand right under his chin, and while he saw her in the lovely blue shirt.
" Where is he."
His eye's focused on her own... soft cinnamon brown. A sense of recognition hit him like a stack of bricks. His last dream. " Hermione, what's going on? where is who?"
" Where is Harry, what have you done to him... " she said her eyes almost glowing with anger and power.