Harry went through the now familiar motion of flexing his knees as the arriving portkey attempted to throw him to the ground. With a sigh he straightened his legs and looked at the incredibly luxurious manor in front of him, hints of green and silver in every part of the decor. He felt the Malfoy's were taking their fetish with Slytherin colors a bit too far, but then again, who was he to complain, prancing around in his Potter robes every time he went public.
Harry saw Mistress Narcissa walk out to meet him and had to audibly swallow to keep his mental functions still working. The dark green robe clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin while her long silvery hair flowed free in the wind, making her look like a goddess in the morning sun.
Her eyes smouldered with the usual sensuality as she looked at him and gave her trademark mischievous smirk, designed to make any man hard at just the sigh of it. It was the look of a woman who knew she was sexy and enjoyed using it to her full advantage at every point.
Harry groaned, trying to control his lust, he wasn't supposed to be ensnared by her this easily after what happened during her Christmas party. Mistress Andromeda always told him that manipulating wizards as a witch was incredibly easy, teenage wizards doubly so.
He didn't exactly enjoy the fact that he was personally confirming her demeaning words this very minute, yet he knew Mistress Narcissa could have him wrapped around her finger in minutes. She engulfed him in a soft hug, gently kissing him on the lips in greeting.
"Oh, I'm so happy you're finally here little Harry…" She glanced up and down his body, her smirk growing. "… or not so little anymore, are you? Mmmhmm, you've grown into quite the delectable young Heir."
Harry sighed as he felt himself flush in embarrassment; attempting to resist her was pointless, it only seemed to spur her on.
"Thank you, Mistress Narcissa, you're looking beautiful as always."
Her red lips formed into a sexy little pout when she realized he wasn't going to be resisting her, before they curved back into her sensuous smile.
"Such a charmer; let's get you settled in before we move on then."
Leading him to a guestroom she gestured towards the bed.
"This is where you'll be sleeping this time."
There was a playful smirk on her face as she said that, the last time he was here he had spent almost the entire time sleeping in her bed. Harry understood her innuendo and felt his face grow heated again, only making her smile wider in response.
Deciding to focus his thoughts elsewhere he took out his wand and demonstrated admirable mastery over the unpacking spell, managing to make it work perfectly with a silent cast, his mental focus directing where he wanted his clothes to fly. Watching the last article of clothing disappear into a drawer he smiled in satisfaction, his work on silent casting with Amelia was paying huge dividends.
Turning around he gulped as he saw Mistress Narcissa give him the sort of look you'd expect coming from a dragon looking at a particularly plump cow, just dying to devour the thing on the spot.
"My, my, aren't you turning into quite the powerful warlock."
The teasing tone and purring words were not helping his mental focus any; so he decided to quickly distract her.
"I saw Dobby at the Bones Manor!"
Her raised eyebrow and amused smile at his obvious desperate distraction made him flush slightly but he trudged on.
"He was in my room, rooting through my things. As soon as I saw him, he popped away, looking scared."
She frowned in confusion, she hadn't ordered the elf to do anything regarding Harry and she doubted her husband would bother. Lucius was far too proud to use an elf for anything besides cleaning up his messes. Draco perhaps? He had been complaining about young Harry quite a bit over the summer, much to her amusement it had sounded mostly like jealousy.
"Dobby."
The elf instantly appeared with a pop, glancing nervously at both Harry and Narcissa.
"Mistress Malfoy called?"
"What were you doing at Bones Manor?"
The elf groaned, grabbing his ears in despair but couldn't resist a direct order.
"I was stopping Harry Potter, the Greatest Wizard ever, from going back to Hoggywarts!"
"Stopping me, how?"
Narcissa frowned at Harry for interrupting and he backed off with a little color on his cheeks.
"His question is valid, how were you planning on stopping Harry?"
"I was taking his letters; if Harry Potter has no friends writing him then Harry Potter wouldn't want to go back to Hogwarts!"
"You! You're the one stealing my mail!"
Narcissa placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at his second interruption, making him quickly shut up, taking a step back. She considered his words for a second before continuing.
"Your logic is faulty, but then again I wouldn't expect any intricate plans from an elf. Retrieve Harry's letters and give them to him, I am also giving you an order to stop interfering with his attendance at Hogwarts."
The elf moaned pitifully before popping away, only to reappear ten seconds later with a bundle of letters in his hands. Handing them over he whined as if in pain.
"Dobby, why were you attempting to stop Harry from going to Hogwarts?"
"Terrible things will happen at Hoggywarts, Dobby cannot say, Dobby has been forbidden to speak about it."
"Forbidden?"
"Yes, forbidden by Master!"
Narcissa raised her eyebrows in surprise; the only one who could supersede her commands to Dobby was Lucius. What on earth could the man be planning for Hogwarts and why was she not informed? Her relationship with her son might have noticeably cooled over the years because of her husband's influence, but he was still her son, terrible things happening did not sound good at all.
"Harry, you would do well to be careful during the following year. Lucius might not look the part but he is a ruthless man, if he thought the ashes of a hundred muggleborn children gave him power then he would happily set them all on fire."
Harry narrowed his eyes at that, he didn't really give a shit about most of the students at Hogwarts but Hermione was a muggleborn, there would be a cold day in hell before he allowed anyone to hurt her. His own protectiveness caught him by surprise, yet the more he thought about it the more right it felt, his magic thrumming in agreement. Realizing Narcissa was waiting for a response he nodded.
"Yes Mistress."
She dismissed Dobby before turning to fully face him.
"Good, now we have other matters to discuss, namely the Dark Arts."
Harry looked up in surprise at that.
"No need to look so shocked, I am well aware of the fact that you are receiving additional tutoring, but I highly doubt any of your other sources are willing to tell you about darker aspects of magic."
Harry nodded at that, his opinion on the whole dark side being fairly neutral. Both his Mistresses came from a so-called dark family, yet both were incredibly important to him. They were far from the insane bloodthirsty monsters some people, like the Weasley kid for example, made Dark families out to be. Hogwarts heavily condemned all forms of Dark Arts as an evil forbidden practice, but all that tended to do was increase interest for it.
"Dark magic originally referred to magic that fulfilled two conditions, it required a negative emotion, like hate or anger to fuel it and it rewarded the caster with a positive sensation. The Cruciatus curse for example requires you to feel an intense urge to hurt your enemy and upon successfully casting the spell you feel a rush of power. It was this combination that originally coined the term Dark Arts Dependency, DAD for short. Casters who immersed themselves in the Dark Arts were slowly twisted by the magic, the rush of power became addictive and they easily attributed the feelings of hate and anger with a rush of pleasure."
Checking to see if the teen was following, she continued,
"Tell me Harry, what is Occlumency?"
Harry was temporarily caught off guard by the question but quickly answered.
"It's the art of mastering your mind, having full control over your emotions. The basics involve clearing your mind of all superficial thoughts and emotions while being able to detect and repel any intrusions. Those advanced in the art can create false emotions they are unconnected with and people who have fully mastered the art can even create false memories with the attached emotions and sensations included."
"Hmm, a basic but adequate explanation. It's relevant to this discussion because Occlumency allows you to utilize the Dark Arts without suffering the mental side effects, making it a necessity for anyone wishing to retain their sanity. Dark Magics that stain or corrupt the soul are of course in no way hindered by Occlumency but you will never use those."
The last was said with a frosty glare which made him quickly nod in agreement, he still wasn't sure what effect Voldemort's Horcrux might have had on his soul and he had absolutely no wish of further tainting it. Her purring voice forced him to pay attention again.
"The Dark Arts is a deceptive lover, oh so sweet at first glance, but as poisonous as the deadliest flower once you get close. The three Unforgivable Curses are a good example of this, none of the spells besides the Imperius Curse are that hard to cast, but the mental backlash from using them is overwhelming. Do you think they are named Unforgivable simply because of their destructive purposes? Please, a cutting spell to the neck kills just as swiftly as the Avada Kedavra, a well-cast Confundus Charm can achieve what the Imperio can and there must be hundreds of ways to cause people pain, rendering the Cruciatus a needless power sink. No, they were named Unforgivable in part because of their ability to bypass magical shields, but above all because of the effect they had on the mind."
Her eyes had a faraway look in them as she stared out of the window at the rising sun.
"My dear sister Bella was an intelligent Slytherin student, highly talented, strong of mind and possessed a beautiful smile. Her whole life was ahead of her until her drive for knowledge lead her to the Black family books where she discovered the Dark Arts. She had heard the warning, we all had, but the seductive power of the forbidden fruit was too alluring for her to resist. Her self-confidence became her downfall as she thought her grasp over Occlumency was enough to resist the backlash of the curses aptly named Unforgivable. Little by little her beautiful smiles turned more manic, her lust for pleasure turned to a lust for pain; her craving for knowledge turned to a craving for death as the Dark Arts ate away her mind. By the time she was sent away to Azkaban little remained of the woman once known as Bellatrix Black."
Harry stayed silent, easily recognizing the note of melancholy in her now quiet voice. She seemed to snap out of her thoughts, turning her now fierce eyes towards him. Her voice was as cold as the arctic wind, seeming to bite into his flesh as she spoke.
"You will not touch the Unforgivables, you will not cast them, you will not think about them, you will not even research them outside of class. If I find you even considering them, I will bring you pain and misery unlike anything you have ever experienced before."
"Yes, Mistress Narcissa."
She seemed to stare at him as if judging his sincerity before nodding, making him swallow softly. The woman could be terrifying when she wanted to.
"There are of course exceptions. The Dark Lord himself could probably resist the allure of the Unforgivables with ease; his talents in the mind arts were prodigious. The state of his mind was however another question, who knows what effect the various rituals he had done had on his sanity before his demise, but that's irrelevant to this discussion. Others who were skilled enough in Occlumency could also utilize the spells without much issue; it is after all only a question of mastering your own mind and magic. I could personally probably use them as well; I simply choose not to."
She led them downstairs to what looked like a warded basement, Harry could feel the wards tingle over his skin as he entered the room.
"All dark magic is however not actually dark magic, it is merely labelled that way by the Ministry of Magic. The loss of Auror life during the last wizarding war led to the ministry banning various spells simply because they were too destructive for their tastes. Didn't want civilians being able to learn, what was in their opinion, magic too dangerous for the public. We'll cover more of that later though."
Walking over to the middle of the room she pointed her wand at a mannequin standing at the other end and calmly pronounced "Expulso" while doing a small corkscrew motion with her wand. A dark blue spell flew out of her wand before slamming straight into the dummy, causing the entire thing to explode into pieces. There was no heat but Harry could feel a small a blast of air wash over him. She demonstrated the wand motion again before explaining.
"The Expulso Curse uses pressure, not fire, to provoke an explosion and like all magic it is more effective against your surroundings than against actual magical beings. The reason for that is obvious; your opponent's innate magic tries to negate any harm done to it. The curse is an actual dark curse though, so you must focus on wanting your opponent to explode to make the spell function. However, you must remember to keep your Occlumency active and squash any feeling of pleasure casting the curse might provoke."
Harry listened carefully while watching the mannequin reassemble itself, it was obviously charmed for this purpose. He practiced the wand motions a few times before focusing on the mannequin, imagining it exploding into small pieces. Channeling his will to see it utterly destroyed he went through the motions, channeling a steady flow of magic into his wand before heatedly repeating the incantation. The spell that left his wand was lighter in color than Mistress Narcissa's and only blew a small chunk out of the mannequin's hip.
Harry barely noticed that though as the moment the spell had left his wand, he felt an incredible sensation flow through his body, reminding him of the pleasure he felt when ejaculating but different, like a rush of pleasurable power tingling his very being. He closed his eyes in rapture and couldn't stop the small moan that escaped his lips as he enjoyed the sensation traveling up and down his body.
SMACK!
The force of the blow sent him tumbling across the room, gasping in surprise as he held his cheek, staring at Mistress Narcissa with wide eyes. Her sudden slap had caught him completely by surprise and he tenderly touched his sore cheek; that had been no light touch.
He quickly swallowed his complaint when he saw her cold eyes staring at him, her very presence intimidating him. The voice that was usually so teasing was now harsh and cold as it ripped into him.
"Now you understand the dangers of the Dark Arts. You were supposed resist and squash the feeling of pleasure, instead you revelled in it like whore at a brothel orgy."
Harry flushed in shame at that, the feeling had been incredible and he had indeed done little to resist it.
"I want your word, Harry. Your word that as long as I am your tutor you will practice no Dark Arts whatsoever without my supervision."
He nodded, now that the feeling had disappeared, he was honestly rather afraid at how easily he had been swept up in the rush of power.
"I want to hear it."
"I give you my word Mistress Narcissa."
Her cold demeanor seemed to disappear at that and she smiled softly as she helped him to his feet.
"Good, now let's see that spell again. This time let's try to use our brain while casting, yes?"
Harry nodded, not bothering to argue, he did feel like a bloody idiot already, no need to get into an argument with a verbal superior to make it any more evident.
He repeated the steps and cast the spell again, this time getting a slightly more effective version of the curse. The major difference this time was that he completely disassociated himself from the sensation of pleasure, instantly clearing his mind after casting the spell.
He saw Mistress Narcissa intently studying his eyes for any evidence of his Occlumency slipping, but he kept steady and turned a stony face towards her. She broke into a small smile when she saw his unwavering face and he broke into one in return, a bit surprised at how satisfied he felt for succeeding and pleasing her.
"Good, much better. Cast it a few more times before we move on to other matters, regardless of your talent in the mind arts it's not good to overdo it."
Harry nodded, squashing his smile and focusing on the task at hand. His Occlumency held steady and his casting improved steadily, to the point that he could cut the mannequin in two with the force of the explosion. When Mistress Narcissa told him to stop he was surprised to find beads of sweat trickling down his face.
"Surprised at how exhausted you are? Summoning the will to see the target destroyed before instantly clearing the mind again is no easy task, it is mentally very taxing, especially for someone who has never done it before. I am quite proud of you Harry, you did very well today, let's go have some lunch."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Harry gladly followed her out of the warded room, her words of encouragement working better than any pepper-up potion. When she stopped to carefully heal the bruise developing on his cheek, he decided to ask a question that had been bothering him.
"Umm Mistress Narcissa?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you teaching me the Dark Arts? Seems to be a lot of effort just to not go nuts."
"Hmmh, it might seem that way at first, but once you grow more accustomed to ignoring the seductive nature of the art, it becomes easier to cast. Then there is the simple fact that when it comes to magical combat there are few magics more powerful than the Dark Arts. Even if you choose to never use the spells in a fight, you will have an advantage if your opponent does, as you will have the knowledge of what he is attacking you with and how to counter it. Even someone firmly in the light like Dumbledore has no doubt spent years researching various Dark Arts and how to defeat them. Never forget, knowledge is always power."
Harry nodded at that, what little he had read about Dark Magic certainly seemed dangerous. He still wasn't certain if he ever intended to use it though, he would never touch it for some silly scuffle. But…if someone attacked someone, he cared about he wasn't certain what the outcome would be, he strongly suspected he would throw everything in his arsenal at the attacker, regardless of what side of the magic his spells hailed from.
"Dig in, we have the entire section eight of Wizengamot Law to go over after lunch."
Harry groaned audibly at that as he abandoned his thoughts and dug into the meal the elves had prepared, he had almost forgotten how much he hated this part of his tutoring. Almost.
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It was a mentally exhausted Harry Potter that stood under the hot shower later that evening, hundreds of different laws and by-laws circling in his skull. He rubbed his temples as he walked out of the shower stall, throwing a lazy drying charm at himself as he grabbed a towel from the rack. His path to the guestroom was however blocked by what he could only describe as a blond goddess.
The long silvery hair hung free, framing the high cheekbones and lush red lips before ending at her ample chest. The light green transparent teddy she wore did nothing to hide her poking nipples before ending just below her hips, barely covering her hairless groin. She sashayed up to him, her hot breath dancing over his ear as she leaned in close, her mere presence making him grow achingly hard.
"Hello Harry, would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?"
He felt his mouth dry as her hands softly grasped his shaft, the very motion designed to further excite him. He appreciated that she always gave him the option to choose, yet whenever she wanted something, he felt powerless to resist. He swallowed before nodding with a raspy "Yes".
Her lips curved into her usual mischievous smile before she took his hand and dragged him to the master bedroom. She removed the towel without any preamble, smirking slightly at his flagging problem before dragging them both to the luxurious bed that dominated the room.
She covered them both with the wide green silk sheet before spooning behind him, her hands drawing circles all over his body as her hot breath washed over his neck. Narcissa smiled as she felt his smooth skin, the hair removal curse she had used during the winter was permanent until reversed. She was fairly certain he knew this but had made no efforts to counteract it, knowing she enjoyed the smoothness.
"Mmm my precious pet, will you allow me to play with you tonight?"
He groaned slightly; her soft wandering hands were very distracting. He couldn't comprehend how much he enjoyed being controlled by his Mistresses while he utterly hated anyone else doing it. He gasped as he felt her gently cup his testicles while nibbling on his neck, Merlin how was he supposed to decline her anything.
"Y-yes Mistress Narcissa."
She smiled against his skin, enjoying the way his breath was growing erratic. Her wand was in her hand almost instantly, casting the usual cleansing spell before adding a lubricating one.
Her left hand kept fondling his testicles while she snuck her right hand into her mouth before moving it down to his rosebud, tracing the outline of his smooth opening with the tip of her saliva-coated finger while softly applying pressure.
She heard a soft gasp from him as the wet finger slipped in, easily gliding all the way in with the added lubrication from the spell. Narcissa loved the little sounds he made as she slipped another finger in, slowly working her digits in and out of the clenching hole while she gently pulled on his testicles.
"You still love this, don't you pet?" She nibbled on his ear before continuing, "You might pretend otherwise but we both know how much you are enjoying this; the evidence is as clear as the day for me." She traced her fingers up his flagging erection, chuckling softly at the way it twitched.
Removing her hands, she heard a soft groan, making her lick her lips in anticipation before she grabbed her favorite toy from the warded box in the bedside cabinet. Her moaning gasp echoed in the room as she attached the phallus shaped toy to her soaked pussy, shivers traveling up and down her back as runes on the toy flared to life.
Rubbing her fingers over the tip of the toy she smeared her leaking fluids over the entire thing, panting lightly at the sensations being sent back to her body. Shuffling back behind Harry she dragged her hard nipples across his back, nibbling on his neck as her hands went back to work, softly caressing his erection with a feather light touch. The toy rested against his cheeks but he was distracted by her husky voice as her hot breath washed over his neck.
"Will you let your Mistress claim you again pet? Will you let me fuck you again?"
He groaned at feeling of her silky hands and nodded slightly.
"Mmhmm pet, not good enough, you know I want to hear it."
"Y-yes Mistress."
Her teeth dug deeper into his neck before she continued.
"Yes, what pet?"
"Yes, I will let you f-f-fuck me again."
She purred in pleasure, licking at his neck like a cat lapping a treat as she adjusted the sensitive toy against his rosebud. She moaned slightly when he clenched against the foreign intrusion but gasped even louder as he relaxed, letting the tip slowly slide in.
Narcissa hissed in pure pleasure as she felt him slowly accept the bulbous head, the muscle expanding as she gently worked herself deeper into the incredible heat. It felt like her clit had been caught in a hot velvety vice, the sensation only increasing her wetness the deeper she pushed in.
Even without the magical toy she simply loved the sheer domination of the act, claiming her pet as hers, watching him moan and writhe against her aching nipples as he tried to dismiss the feeling, but feeling far too good to be able to.
After a few minutes of soft panting from her and the occasional groans from the teen she felt herself bottom out against him, her smooth skin resting against his buttocks. The delicious heat was making her feel light-headed and when he clenched in surprise, they both groaned.
"Mmhm you filthy little boy, I can hear you moaning like a village whore."
Narcissa chuckled at his feeble protests before starting to slowly saw the toy in and out, making sure she angled her hips against his prostate with every thrust.
The speed and power of her strokes kept increasing until she was almost pulling the entire toy out before slamming it back in with a wet slap, making his cock jump in her silky grip every time she bumped against that magical gland.
Her shallow breathing kept increasing as her pleasure built; her entire pussy felt like it was on fire as the toy fulfilled its purpose of transmitting every single sensation traveling across its surface. Her wetness was steadily leaking into him through the hole in the tip and provided added lubrication to her vigorous pumping.
Harry felt like he was losing his mind as the constant rubbing against his prostate sent shock waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He desperately wanted Mistress Narcissa to move her hand but she was content to just tightly grip his shaft, hissing at any of his own attempts to grab it.
He felt himself leak from the tip and knew Mistress Narcissa enjoyed the fact that she was slowly milking him while preventing him from reaching relief. His feeble attempts of humping her hand didn't help at all as she merely moved her hand with his body, chuckling huskily in his ear at the motion.
"Who do you belong to honey? I want to hear it."
"Ghuhhh you Mistress Narcissa!"
"Good boy!"
With that he felt her hand that had stayed still for so long suddenly speed up, wildly pumping his aching cock while she rammed into him. He suddenly exploded with a loud groan, flooding her hand and clenching around the toy as he felt his Mistress moan against his neck in response, her twitching body providing all the proof he needed of her own orgasm.
He felt a sting of pain as she harshly bit down on his neck but could barely focus on it as her pumping hand made no attempts at slowing down. He moaned and shuddered at the incredible sensation and could scarcely control his breathing when she finally slowed down her pumping.
They both huddled together, her front glued to his back, gasping and shaking at the phantom sensations still spreading through their bodies.
After spending minutes simply catching her breath, Narcissa kissed his neck before pulling away from him with a wet sound, neither being able to stay quiet at the feeling.
Harry felt utterly and completely spent; both mentally and physically, from the long day of work followed by the incredible pleasure and gladly closed his eyes in complete relaxation. His last thought before sleep claimed him was that at least tutoring with Mistress Narcissa never ended in boredom.