A/N: The Stag's Leap was a commissioned story originally written in twelve parts from November of 2018 to May of 2019. I will be posting one chapter a day until it is finished, otherwise you can hop over to HF or QQ to read ahead if you prefer.

Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Moresome

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Biting her lower lip, Lavender Brown ducks her head, making sure to hide her blonde locks and her facial features beneath the hood of her brown cloak as she makes her way through the backstreets of Diagon Alley. Not quite in Knockturn, but certainly close to it. There were paths that connected Diagon and Knockturn, but the wizarding world was not so small that it only had two alleys… and even if it didn't take up much of muggle London, wizards had mastered magical arts to enlarge enclosed spaces long ago.

Essentially… it was bigger on the inside. As was the space between Knockturn and Diagon. The grey area that lay between the sunny and the shady, so to speak. That was where Lavender was heading now, even if she wouldn't have dared step foot off of Diagon Alley not but a few years prior. She was desperate, she had no choice… much like most of the wizarding world these days. Things were… well, things had been shitty for years now.

It all started back when she was still school age, still going to Hogwarts. It felt an eternity ago but was really not even a decade past by this point. Regardless, she'd remember waking up that morning and reading the Daily Prophet headline for the rest of her life.

Boy-Who-Lived Sacrifices Himself to Finish off You-Know-Who Once and for All!

The story, as Lavender had read it, went that Harry and Voldemort had had one final confrontation deep within the Department of Mysteries. Others had been there, Lavender knew that now. Harry had had his allies, just as Voldemort had had his. But the conflict, whatever it was that occurred down there… it'd eventually pushed everyone else from the room. Apparently, there was this thing called the Veil of Death and… well, it wasn't like they explained much of it, but in the end, some massive explosion had occurred. Harry and Voldemort were gone, and so was half the Department of Mysteries.

One might think that Harry's sacrifice would have some sort of effect, one might think that the wizarding world would look to his example and do better, be better… but no. That hadn't happened. Harry had gone, and sure, he'd taken Voldemort with him… but things had just gotten worse, at the end of the day. Some of the Death Eaters were prosecuted, but so many more got away with everything. And then there were the known criminals still lurking about. Insane witches and wizards like Bellatrix and Rudolph Lestrange were still at large, only really popping up on the radar every once in a while, having killed a muggle family or the like, the Dark Lord's mark hanging in the sky over the home.

Dumbledore had lost his marbles too, of course. He kept claiming that Voldemort could still come back, that the threat wasn't gone, that it wasn't over yet. It was the hill that he chose to die on in his old age… Not LITERALLY die on, but figuratively. He ruined his already tarnished reputation trying to convince everyone that it wasn't over, and Fudge, still Minister, was all too happy to use him as a foil and tell everyone it really was.

The wizarding world didn't want to be told they still had to fight. They didn't want to be told that their savior, who they'd lambasted and called a liar, had made his sacrifice in vain. People wanted to believe that Harry had, in the end, been exactly what they needed him to be. A selfless martyr, ultimately giving up everything so that they didn't have to give up anything.

Lavender knew it was all bullshit. She didn't want to believe that the Dark Lord could come back either though, so she was happy to believe Dumbledore was batshit crazy. But that didn't change the fact that even with Voldemort's absence, the world was a shit place and only growing shittier. For her in particular, as a matter of fact. The few years that had passed since her Hogwarts graduation had been… fairly unpleasant for Lavender Brown.

She couldn't do much after Hogwarts. Even if she was a Pureblood, she was an uneducated one, by and large. Lavender knew now how much she'd wasted her school years, how she'd essentially ruined herself. She'd learned the bare minimum to get by, but the bare minimum wasn't enough for most businesses anymore. Standards were rising.

And besides that, Lavender didn't truly want to work for anyone else anyways. She… well, what she really wanted to do was get enough galleons to open a beauty parlor. That was her dream, but every day it felt like it got a few feet further out of her reach. At the same time, she had to do what she had to do to survive.

She was Ron Weasley's mistress, these days. That was her primary source of income, as awful as it was. He'd throw her a few sickles every once in a while, and she'd squirrel them away, trying to make them last until the next advantageous moment came along. Lavender couldn't say how Ron and Hermione were getting along, given he never let her into their home… but it was obvious that their marriage was more than a little rocky, from the way he kept showing up to fuck her and crash at her place.

Lavender didn't dare say no though, of course. Ron was a 'hero', according to the wizarding world. He'd been at the Battle of the Ministry, he'd been right up close and personal according to him. Ron had turned that into an Order of Merlin, Second Class, and then he'd turned that into a Ministry Job that kept him well enough off that he could afford a mistress in the first place.

But in the end, she knew the real Ron Weasley. She'd known it longer than anyone else, or so Lavender figured. After all, Ron had been her first real boyfriend back at Hogwarts. She'd seen it then, the kernels of the man he'd eventually become. These days, Ron was cheap, cruel, and had a hair-trigger temper Lavender had learned well enough not to set off. And on top of it all, he had a tiny dick, possibly the tiniest dick she'd ever seen.

Still, it was a way to survive, and Lavender was in desperate need of those. Now though… now she had another opportunity. She had an interview, as a matter of fact. And as the cloaked witch finally reaches her destination, she slowly straightens and gazes upwards at the large flowing magical sign over the door of the building she's approached.

The Stag's Leap stands before her. The wizarding world's newest and currently only casino, bar, nightclub… it was everything, and in a place that was slowly circling the drain, it'd become very popular indeed. There were rumors about it of course, that terrible things happened within its walls… supposedly, you could buy and sell just about anything you might want to here. Drugs, people, dark objects…

Licking her lips, Lavender approaches the big musclebound man at the front door.

"Hello… um, Lavender Brown, here for an interview?"

She can't quite make out the features through the bouncer's cloak and hood, but there's a pause and then a nod, and she finds herself promptly ushered inside. As soon as Lavender steps through the doors, she's grabbed by the arm and pulled away from the main hall down a side path.

"Come along, come along! You're right on time for your meeting with the Stag! Very good, very good!"

The man who's grabbed her now is small and excitable, but very clearly in charge in some capacity, so Lavender ducks her head and follows him through the twisting back passages. She's got no… expectations going into this. Well, that's not entirely true. She has some idea of her marketable skills at this point, and fully expects to be made into some sort of whorish server for the Stag's Leap. She'll be sent out to deliver drinks to tables, but her own body will also be for sale, if they decide they like what they see.

Its not exactly what she might want, but the promised pay was… more than enough to whet her appetite. Licking her lips nervously, Lavender has to suddenly stop when the small man abruptly steps to the side and gestures at the door he's led her to.

"Through here, through here! You will now see the Stag! Be respectful!"

And then he leaves her there, as if there's not a worry in the world about what she might do. But then, to be fair, Lavender isn't going to cause any trouble. The rumors she's heard have told of security systems that rival even that of Gringotts. One did not go sneaking around a magical nightclub without permission. That was the height of foolhardiness.

Grabbing the door handle before her, Lavender pushes inside and steps into the Stag's office. What she sees is… breathtaking to say the least. The walls of the room are covered in artwork, while the room itself is furnished with the highest quality furniture and rugs and… its just beautiful. But the most amazing thing is the Stag himself, seated behind his desk. His head lifts as she enters, but he's wearing a mask, so she can't quite make out his features.

The mask is intricate in its design, two large antlers coming off the top of it, the shape that of a stag, obviously. The man behind the mask though… that's the real confusion. As he rises, Lavender finds herself blinking a little. Its as if there's an illusion localized around him, as if he's shifting and phasing in and out of existence. On top of that, his shape, his body type, his features or at least the ones she can see constantly change.

Sometimes he's dark of hair, sometimes he's light of hair. Sometimes it feels like he's taller than her, other times it feels like they're the exact same height. Even his skin color changes from an unnatural pitch black to an unnatural white and then back again, all the way through every skin tone Lavender has ever had the privilege of seeing.

"Lavender Brown… come, sit. Tell me about yourself, and why I should hire you, why I should take a chance on a witch like you."

Flushed with embarrassment and shame, Lavender finds herself stepping forward nonetheless. The Stag leaves his desk behind and instead moves to a nearby couch and armchair. He lounges back in the chair, while she finds herself sitting primly on the edge of the couch. And then she speaks… and she tells him EVERYTHING. It's not Lavender's original intention to do so, not by a long shot… but she can't help herself, almost like she's being compelled to speak. It all comes spilling out, and at some point, Lavender finds herself in tears, be it self-pity or self-disgust, she couldn't say.

All the while, the Stag listens and hears her in utter silence, not saying a word, never looking away. Lavender finds herself almost drowning as she stares at him and speaks, as if she could get lost in the mask he wears and never come back… and so she talks and so she spills every last one of her secrets.

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After the humiliation of exposing the depths of her soul to the Stag, it was almost a relief to now be kneeling before him, exposing just her chest as she holds his cock in her hands. At least this was somewhat familiar territory for the blonde witch. Not overly familiar though… the cock before her was massive, far bigger than any wizard she'd ever been with. And Lavender had seen a good fair number of dicks in her days.

Leaning forward, the blonde wastes no more of the powerful masked man's time on her own introspection. She has a job to do, and if she can prove she can do it with him, she's sure she'll be hired quickly to handle all of the less spectacular clientele that the Stag's Leap deals with on a regular basis. Opening as wide as she can, Lavender takes the cock before her in her hand and swallows it down, inch by inch.

She gets only about halfway before it hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag a little bit. She's never… she's never encountered that before, and the blonde witch is left a little unsure what to do as she pulls back instinctively from the choking thick length, holding just the tip of the member in her lips and swirling her tongue around the bell end. In the meantime, she looks up into the Stag's mask, hoping to get some direction from the mysterious wizard.

But the mask just stares back down at her, giving her no direction, not even a hint of what she's supposed to be doing. The Stag himself has his hands on either arm of his chair, resting palm down as he just sits there casually, letting her do all the work. Which of course, she was happy to do. Glancing back down, Lavender's eyes go crossed as they focus on the rest of his cock. A good portion of it is now glistening slightly in the light of the nearby fireplace, while the rest of it is very noticeably dry. The more she stares at it, the more she realizes what she HAS to do.

Forcing herself down the Stag's prick is not easy. She has to go again and again to try and take him deeper. It's most definitely Lavender's first time ever deep-throating a cock, but then, it's her first time ever HAVING to deep-throat a cock. She does her best all the same though, and eventually stumbles across a trick that half works. Swallowing while the massive rod of meat pushes into the back of her throat makes the passage of his member just a little more tolerable… but its clearly a technique she'll have to practice and perfect, because right now its VERY hit and miss.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

That doesn't stop Lavender from giving it her all though. She needs this job, she needs him to want her… and so the blonde witch continues to bob up and down on the Stag's cock further and further, fucking her own face on his massive member as her eyes remain crossed, focused on the goal, focused on the object of her obsession. Lavender doesn't stop until she presses her lips around the base of his length, her nose buried in his crotch and her chin knocking against his churning ball sack. Only then is she where she feels most comfortable.

But in stark contrast to Ron or any of the other wizards she's sucked off in her time, the Stag doesn't then force her to stay there. He doesn't fist his hands through her hair and drag her down and hold her in place like Ron has done countless times before. That's good, because where with Ron it was more a matter of not being able to breathe through the red head's pubes, with the Stag, Lavender would be more worried about the massive obstruction lodged in her throat.

Regardless, she pulls back after a moment, and then does it again. She has to make him cum after all, right? So, focused on the task at hand, Lavender doesn't even notice the other man entering the room until he's kneeling behind her and she suddenly feels hands hooking into her hips and dragging at her. Her skirt is flipped up and her panties are pulled down to her knees as Lavender pulls back off the Stag's cock with a pop and a gasp, looking back over her shoulder right as two fingers stuff themselves in her already wet quim.

What she finds is… another Stag? It's the same mask, and the same ever-shifting body shape. He stares at her from behind that expressionless mask and Lavender shivers as he pistons his digits in and out of her cunt, pumping them back and forth. For what, is obvious… because this one isn't even dressed, sans the mask, his erection, just as large as the one she's been sucking off, hanging between his legs, ready to be used.

For the first time, the Stag in the chair reaches out and grabs Lavender by her hair. He directs her back to his cock, and then lets go when she takes it back into her mouth and starts to suck him off again. Looking up into his masked face, Lavender feels a burst of satisfaction when he gives her a minute nod, as if to say 'good girl' without actually saying it. Trying her best to ignore the one playing with her lower half, Lavender returns to the matter at hand, slurping and gagging on the dick in her mouth and throat.

But it becomes all but impossible to focus on the task at hand when the second Stag, because what else could he be, grabs her by the hips again with both hands and slams his fat, thick cock home into her waiting cunt. The scream sends reverberations up the original Stag's length that see him grunting in pleasure, and the moans that follow continue that trend as Lavender finds herself suddenly being spit-roasted between the two biggest cocks she's ever seen, let alone taken inside of her holes.

She can feel the second Stag's length pushing deep, DEEP into her depths. Even as his fingers dig into her sides and he begins to thrust in and out, new parts of Lavender's cunt are being explored, parts that she's never had any man be able to touch before. Her own fingers certainly haven't gone this deep, and she'd not known that it was possible or even pleasurable to take something this deep inside of her.

But as the second Stag's member pushes up against her cervix, as he fucks her and every thrust hits the entrance of her womb, Lavender learns what true pleasure is. Her eyes, still crossed and trying to remain focused on the cock in her throat, end up rolling up in her head as she shudders and spasms her way through a truly explosive, mind-blowing orgasm. Meanwhile, the original Stag finally takes control of things on his end, his hands gripping her hair at long last in the way she's used to as he manhandles her and fucks her throat.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Lavender can't bring herself to mind, in all truth. It's what she's used to after all, and this entire experience is a lot more pleasurable than any man she's ever been with before now. The Stag is dominating her in a way Lavender has come to expect from wizards… but unlike all the limp dicked cruel pissants before him, the Stag actually has the size, strength, and power to back it up.

He's giving it to her like there's no tomorrow, and Lavender is taking it in both ends all the while, her eyes rolling around in her skull, her tongue lolling about and writhing along the underside of his cock. This… this is more than she could ever have expected, and in the back of her mind, Lavender can't help but believe she's got the job, even as things escalate further and further between her and the two well-hung wizards.

She barely even notices when the third Stag makes his presence known. By the time he shows up, she's been pulled away from the chair, and the two Stags who are already fucking her have changed things up. Her cunt is wrapped around the original Stag's cock now, while her throat is being pillaged by the second one. She's bouncing up and down on the first Stag when the third makes his presence known, spreading her ass cheeks wide and pushing his cock, surprisingly lubed up, into her unprepared back door.

To say Lavender wasn't ready for THAT would be an understatement. Sure, she's been fucked up the ass before. Ron in particular enjoyed pushing his wand up her ass while he fucked her pussy, just because he liked her in pain rather than faking pleasure. But this? This was a lot different then Ron's tiny dick and slightly larger wand ravaging her lower orifices as he slobbered all over her mouth with his own like he thought he was some kind of amazing kisser.

This was two big, beefy cocks penetrating deep into her cunt and her asshole, and there was nothing Lavender could do but scream at the sheer pleasure and pain radiating through her body at the experience. It was both agony and ecstasy in equal measure… at least at first. The pain from having her ass taken by something so large fades surprisingly quickly, and soon after, Lavender is experiencing pleasure the likes of which she's never encountered before.

Her eyes roll back in her head again as she climaxes time and time again around the cocks, each of her holes sealed by the thick intrusions. And as she loses herself in the tidal wave of euphoria that washes her away, the Stag seems to enjoy himself as well. All three of him. They cum, again and again, be it inside of her, down her throat, into her bowels, pulsing within her womb… or outside, as the case frequently becomes.

By the time they're finished with her, Lavender has been fucked utterly senseless, the expression on her face one of complete stupidity as she twitches. It takes an enervate spell to wake her back up again, to see her eyes roll forward, to see her tongue slip back into her mouth as she blinks rapidly and slowly focuses on what's above her.

Covered in cum and fucked silly, Lavender takes a while to properly process who she's looking up at. The Stag in the middle has removed his mask now, while those on either side of him remain covered, remain ever-changing. But Lavender doesn't focus on them, she focuses on HIM.

"H-Harry…"

The face of Harry James Potter, all grown-up and looking ruggedly handsome with his short-cut black hair, his faded lightning bolt scar, and his emerald green eyes, stares down at her. He's grinning slightly, and Lavender finds herself blushing as her heart thumps in her chest. Her very naked, very filthy chest. She's still covered in his seed after all, still completely laid bare before him. Lavender considers briefly covering up, but what does she have that Harry hasn't seen by now?

"Lavender. Thank you for being so… honest with me before. I appreciate honesty, these days. I also appreciate loyalty. Tell me, Lavender. Do you think you can give me loyalty?"

Stepping forward, Harry crouches down. His hand runs through her locks and then grips it tightly as he speaks. Lavender stares up into those bright green eyes, the irises slightly glowing, and she swallows thickly, nodding as best she can in his grip. Harry's grin just widens a little and he cocks his head to the side.

"I'm sure you can, my dear. But you understand… I have a need for a bit of insurance. Come along, give it to me…"

His other hand comes up before her lips, and his fingers make this strange coaxing maneuver, curling back on each other right in front of her face. Lavender can immediately feel the magic that he's trying to work, mostly because he's working it directly ON her. He's casting a spell on her, and she gets the idea that its almost asking for permission… but also that if she refuses, things won't go well for her.

Lavender consents to the spell's magic, and her mouth opens up involuntarily as something glowing gold pours from her lips and onto Harry's fingers, swirling around them and his hand. It looks almost like a pensieve memory, albeit oddly colored. Harry lets go of her then and pulls back, standing up and staring at the golden strands swirling about his hand as he chuckles.

"Thank you, Lavender. Consider yourself hired. And… good luck with your new position. If you fail me, you won't keep it for long. But succeed, and all of your wildest dreams will be yours."

The relief hits her… but the exhaustion from what they've just done is right behind it. The enervate had given her a few more minutes, but in the end even that is no substitute for a nice long rest, which after what she just experienced, Lavender sorely needs. A bright smile spreads across the blonde's face… and then her eyes roll back up into her head once more and she passes out, sweet oblivion taking her as she slumps backwards in a growing puddle of sexual fluids that's currently dripping off and out of her.

The last thing Lavender hears before passing out is Harry calling out to someone and the distinctive pops of House Elves teleporting into the room.

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When she wakes up again, the blonde witch is more than a little surprised to find herself back in her apartment, completely clean and even tucked into bed. She slowly rises, only to groan as daylight hits her face from the nearby open window. Climbing out of bed and standing up, any thought that this was all just some sort of wild dream is immediately dispelled as she stumbles, the soreness from the previous night's events hitting her HARD.

Catching herself on the nightstand, Lavender blinks when her fingers hit parchment. Looking over, she finds a document filled with legalese sitting there. It hadn't been there before, so she snatches it up and begins to read. As the blonde witch's eyes dart back and forth across the page, a slow, wide smile spreads across her face.

Then she realizes there's two papers, and switches from the first to the second. The second is a letter from the Stag… from Harry. And as Lavender reads this, her smile is replaced with a jaw set in determination. What was required of her was very clear now. In one hand, she held the deed to a building on the very edge of Diagon Alley. In the other, she held the orders to build a beauty parlor for witches there.

And finally, last but not lease… there was a Gringotts key with the letter Harry had left her. A key to the vault of her new business, with all the gold she would need to build it up to HIS specifications. The memory of Harry telling her to succeed or else hits Lavender, but she simply straightens her shoulders. She wouldn't fail him… she wouldn't. She was going to make sure that Harry had no reason to see this as a mistake. She was going to prove that putting his faith in her was the right call.

With a new lease on life, Lavender Brown heads into the kitchen to make some coffee and some breakfast so she can properly face the day. The smile slowly comes back, and a she moves through things with a lighter step then she has in a while. Finally, things were beginning to look up.

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