Harry's Dominant Dark Ladies Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/35395921.
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: F/F, F/M Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Female Voldemort/Narcissa Malfoy, Harry Potter/Narcissa
Malfoy/Female Voldemort Character: Voldemort (Harry Potter), Harry Potter, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Draco
Malfoy Additional Tags: Genderbent Voldemort, Female Voldemort, Tickling, Non-Consensual
Tickling, Gentle futadom, Futanari, Mommydom, Older Woman/Younger Man, Futa on Male, Breastfeeding, Gentledom, Spanking
Language: English Stats: Published: 2021-11-29 Updated: 2022-07-05 Chapters: 3/7 Words:
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Harry's Dominant Dark Ladies by UnknownEnforcer
Summary
A Dominant female Voldemort realizes in the graveyard that Harry is her submissive mate but, just as she was going to claim him with her lover, he escapes, but she will not rest until she claims him and his love. [Female Voldemort x Narcissa x Harry Potter]
Notes
Now, this is not meant to be taken seriously, and hopefully you all will be able to enjoy it./users/UnknownEnforcer/pseuds/UnknownEnforcer
The Graveyard
Harry Potter was NOT having a good time.
Actually, he was fairly certain that if someone was in his shoes currently, they would probably want to be dead rather than be alive.
Being forced into this stupid tournament against his own will, having his friends turn their backs on him – at least Hermione had a change of heart by the time the First Task came around – then, having to be in multiple life or death situations.
Then, having to see Cedric Digory, the true Hogwarts Champion die right before his eyes thanks to one of Voldemort's lackies, and not even have a chance to even mourn the death of the Hufflepuff.
And now, here he was, bound to a large tombstone, as he watched with horror as large plumes of smoke started to plume out of the bubbling cauldron, and soon enough, Harry's eyes widened as he heard the distinct voice of his worst enemy starting to fill the air with her cackles of delight.
Through the large, dark plumes of smoke boiling up from the cauldron, one could see a figure slowly rising up, growing taller and taller by the second.
Eventually, all the power contained within the cauldron simply exploded, in a bright flash of white light that could blind anyone in an instant. All of the power that Voldemort had, along with the powerful spell that was used to revive Voldemort back into a proper body was simply too much, and the cauldron could no longer hold it in.
Once the blinding flash of light finally subsided, and the dark mist finally blew away thanks to the breeze picked up from the explosion, Harry was able to witness the new form of Voldemort, back in her proper body.
And, despite knowing how wrong it was, and for the fact that it was his enemy, Harry couldn't look away from the sight that was befalling his eyes, and as Harry greedily drank in the sight, Voldemort herself was looking over her body as well.
Lightly tanned skin that was absolutely flawless, with the light sheen of the remaining liquid coated her body, giving it a soft shine, her legs seemed to go on and on, before eventually ending with toned thighs that one could easily rest a head on, and it was connected to wide hips that could captivate any man.
Blushing brightly, Harry's eyes glanced upwards, just a tiny bit more, and he couldn't help but pause and stare at the naked slit of the woman's sex, and he could make out the pink, slightly puffy lips of her pussy, and if he really squinted, he could see that they were practically glistening.
However, Harry's mind shut down when something else began to form on Voldemort, and it left him reeling with disbelief.
Now, growing just above her glistening slit, a pair of large, round balls formed, before they dropped down, covering her slit from view entirely, then, in an instant, something else formed, and it was a cock, that was many times bigger than Harry's own, and even in its flaccid state, Harry could tell that it was still bigger than his own when it was erect.
Just that thought alone made him a little jealous, but those were slowly ebbing away as his nostrils
flared out, and his keen sense of smell was able to smell something musky, and it was making his cheeks flare up with a small blush that he tried to keep under control.
Finally tearing his gaze away from the crotch of Voldemort, Harry could see that her beauty was truly unmatched.
She had a model-like appearance. Her face was unblemished with any wrinkles or marks, she had high cheek bones, full pink lips, and a cute little button nose, and almond shaped eyes that were truly a captivating chocolate brown color, and all of this was topped as her gorgeous, silky brown hair that had darker highlights in it fell down like a curtain of silk down to her lower black.
The moment of silence was broken by Harry, as his eyes finished greedily drinking in the sight of a naked woman before him – the very first naked woman he had ever seen before in his life, "Beautiful." He murmured out quietly.
However, it was so silent that his voice carried, and reached Voldemort's ears.
Hearing that, Voldemort looked towards Harry, a seductive smile forming upon her face as she sashayed over towards him, "Why, thank you dear~" She cooed out, bringing out a perfectly manicured finger and gently trailing it underneath Harry's chin, causing him to shiver in revulsion – and slight arousal, much to his shame.
"Mistress?"
"What!?" Voldemort snapped, snapping her head around to face whoever disturbed her.
And, it was Wormtail, who was trying his best avoid looking at her, something which made her nod happily, as that little pathetic person didn't deserve to gaze at her beauty. And, blinking a few times, she noticed that he was holding out a cloak for her to cover herself with.
Despite it not being the best quality, it was certainly better than nothing, plus, it would be all too easy to take off for some more fun time~
Taking the coat from Wormtail's hands, she quickly wrapped it over herself, making sure to try and cover her body.
He suddenly yelped when he felt a wand pointed directly at his stomach, "You are no longer needed, Wormtail." She said harshly, before the tip of the wand started to glow a violent shade of green.
"Wait, no! Please!" Wormtail begged his eyes glistening with tears as he tried to beg the Dark Lady for his life.
However, she was having none of it, and quickly spoke out, "Avada Kadavra!"
And, just like that, in a terrible flash of violent green light, the spell hit its mark, and Wormtail's entire body froze up, before he fell over.
He was dead before he even hit the ground, as was such the deal when hit with the Killing Curse.
"Now." Voldemort murmured out, putting the wand away in a pocket in the robe, and with a smile upon her face, she turned on her heel and faced Harry, who was looking at her with widened eyes, "What do to with you..." She murmured out, coming up to him once again, and gently trailing her hands over his face, and more importantly, tracing her hand over his scar.
And, unlike before when she had taken over Professor Quirrel's body – an experience that she quickly forgot – when she touched Harry, she didn't feel any pain.
And that made her giggle, "I knew it~" She murmured out, gently cupping Harry's cheek, and forcing him to look in her eyes.
Harry tried his best to force his head away from Voldemort's grasp, however, it was no use. She was just too much stronger than him, and him being tied up like this wasn't helping.
"I can touch you..." She whispered out, before a small little titter escaped her mouth, "And... I can feel something... connecting us... on a grand scale... something... magical."
Harry felt the color drain from his face as he heard that. He didn't want to be connected to Voldemort any more than he already was, his life was already hard enough as it was!
"I understand now..." Voldemort whispered out, her eyes gleaming with hints of lust, "You, are my mate. My chosen one."
Harry felt his heart plummet, and he couldn't help but yelp out, "No!" He said, renewing his struggles to try and escape his predicament, "That can't be true! You are a horrible person! A sick murderer!"
SLAP
Harry flinched violently as he suddenly felt a searing heat within his cheeks, and he could already feel the handprint forming upon his skin, "How rude, talking like that to a lady of my stature." Voldemort said, her hand upon her chest and acting all offended, "I shall forgive you for that. Only once though. Do it again, and I will punish you." She said, before she turned around, and she couldn't hide the excited smile she had on her face, "Oh, I must tell my lover of this great news~"
Then, almost fumbling to get her wand out of the cloak pocket, she quickly pulled back the sleeve of it, revealing that Voldemort had some kind of intricate marking on her right arm, one that had the initials of someone in a small little heart.
Placing her wand to the mark, she sent a heavy pulse of magic through it.
At first, nothing had happened, however, suddenly Harry heard something. Looking up as best he could, he noticed that there was something approaching them, coming from the sky, covered in a large plume of smoke.
Then, whatever it was crashed into the ground, the sheer impact alone was enough to send the smoke, and kicked up dirt particles to scatter within the wind, and it limited Harry's vision.
Then, as the smoke started to clear, Harry could see another figure, and soon enough, the figure stepped out.
And, Harry felt his heart freeze at just exactly who this woman was.
END CHAPTER
Chapter 2
Chapter Summary
Female Voldemort's lover is revealed, and she is just like her in one particular way~
Chapter Notes
I hope ye enjoy!
As the figure slowly started to walk out of the smoke, Harry felt his heart drop even further as what he was seeing sunk into his head, and for the fact that this wasn't some terrible dream.
Because, now, fully revealed in all of her glory, was none other than Narcissa Malfoy, the mother of his most-hated person in all of Hogwarts – even moreso than Snape – Draco Malfoy.
However, although Harry really, really didn't want to do it, he couldn't help himself but to eagerly look at Narcissa... and boy... she was absolutely beautiful.
No... more than that.
She was absolutely stunning!
A solid 11/10 on the scaling process, which didn't even make sense, nor was possible, but her beauty was nearly unmatched, only being equal to Voldemort's exotic beauty.
With the way that her luscious blonde hair fell elegantly to her upper back, along with her equally gorgeous pale skin glowing underneath the moonlight in the cloudy sky above, and the way her sharp blue eyes were scanning her surroundings.
However, it was at that exact moment, that Harry noticed another thing about Narcissa.
She was practically naked.
Only wearing a soft, pale cream colored, lacey bra that struggled to contain her large, what seems to be DD-cup breasts – curse Fred and George for giving him insight on how to give rough measurements! - and the way that the visible flesh jiggled enticingly with every movement or breath she took. Then, as his eyes continued to trail downwards, he saw her smooth, unblemished stomach, and rather cute belly button, then, he was greeted with a sight that would be forever burned within his memory.
That was the fact that Narcissa was not wearing a matching set of panties to her bra, because she was wearing a rather risqué, lacey pale blue panties that had a cute little ribbon on them, and they absolutely clung to her figure like it was a second skin.
However, the real kicker was soon to follow, because Harry's eyes widened once more, and his jaw basically unhinged as it fell open, and his eyes were absolutely transfixed with the prominent
bulge within those panties, and going from the previous knowledge, he knew that Narcissa was a Futa as well, and with a pretty large package that was somehow tucked away behind the fabric of her panties.
"Tina, darling?" Narcissa spoke out, and Harry could only groan in an equal mixture of lust and annoyance as he heard her voice. Even her voice was like fine silk, and it was just extremely pleasant to listen to!
She blinked a few times, her eyes scanning her surrounding, before her eyes widened marginally as she laid eyes open her secret lover.
"Narcissa, darling~" Voldemort cooed, clasping her hands together as her ruby red lips twitched upwards in a smile as she laid eyes upon her lover.
Then, within moments, they were hugging each other, and Harry could only groan quietly as he tried to close his, and will his cock to go soft as he witnessed Voldemort's and Narcissa's breasts smoosh together, and he swore that Narcissa's bra strained even further, and he was granted with a most glorious sight of Narcissa's nipple poking out from the fabric momentarily.
"It's so good to see you once again~" Voldemort cooed out, giving a soft, little peck to the top of Narcissa's head, and gently rubbing her back in a loving gesture.
"I missed you so much, Tina~" Narcissa spoke out, wrapping her arms around Voldemort – although, Harry had an inkling that her name was Tina – and snuggling into her chest – Tina seemed to be a smidge taller than Narcissa herself.
Pulling away from her beautiful lover, Tina's eyes glistened, before she gently held onto her Narcissa's shoulder, "Darling, look at this!"
Hearing the excitement within her voice – a rather big rarity for the mature woman – Narcissa blinked a few times, before she turned to look at what her lover was pointing at.
"Oh... Harry Potter." Narcissa spoke out, and it was quite clear to her the surprise in her voice as she looked at his form, bloodied, and bound to a tombstone, and she didn't even bother to cover her near naked form up, then, she looked at Tina, tilting her head slightly, "Are you going to kill him? Or do you want me to?" She asked.
Harry froze, his struggles ceasing momentarily as he heard that, and it was easy to hear him gulp in fear as those questions were raised.
"No." Tina simply said, gently booping Narcissa on the nose at her question.
"Oh, thank Merlin..." Harry murmured out, taking a deep breath of relief.
"But..." Narcissa muttered out, her eyes shining with confusion, "Isn't that your goal?" She inquired, tilting her head once more, allowing her glorious blonde locks to fall over her shoulder, and one of her bangs covered her eye.
"Was!" Tina exclaimed, "Was, my darling." She said, calmer this time as she cleared her throat, "But I have seen the light, because now, I will be-"
"Letting me go!" Harry spoke up, rudely interrupting Tina in her little speech.
"Yes, letting him g-" Tina's eyes suddenly widened, and she let loose an unlady-like snarl, and she turned on her heels, almost digging a small little hole in the ground as she did so, "Quiet, you!"
"Never!" Harry called out, his thrashing picking up as he tried to escape the bindings holding him, "Let me go!"
Snarling once more, Tina raised her wand, and pointed it towards Harry, "Now, be quiet, the adults are talking~"
With a flick of her wand, a small little piece of the robes that Tina was wearing suddenly sliced off, before it quickly flew towards Harry's mouth, where it quickly gagged him, causing him to chock and try his damned hardest to spit it out.
However, no matter how many times he tried to spit it out, his weakened, frail body couldn't must the force to spit the garment out, and his eyes watered when tasted it. It tasted absolutely horrible! Like it hadn't been washed in months!
"Now that our little... distraction won't bother us for now-" Tina announced, nestling her wand within her luscious locks, "-what I meant to say was; we are keeping him."
"But..." Narcissa uttered out, blinking a few times, "What about Dumbledore?"
The beautiful smile on Tina's face vanished as soon as she heard her nemesis' name, however, that was soon replaced by a sinful smile, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind... especially after no-one comes into contact with the cup."
Narcissa blinked a few times, wondering what Tina had meant. Before she could even ask, a sudden glint caught her eye, and she turned her head to see what it was, "Oh." She ever so eloquently said, her mouth opened slightly as she gazed upon a lustrous, glowing trophy that was resting on the ground, in a slight clearing of the graveyard.
"If Harry simply never touches the cup, he won't be teleported back into Dumbledore's clutches." She explained, "And, because no-one else would be able to find this place... then technically... all four of the Champions will be considered dead to the world.
"Mmm!"
Ignoring Harry's screeches of panic, Tina stepped in front of him, using her body to cover him so Narcissa didn't look towards him, and truly acting like he simply wasn't there for the time being, "Now... I want our new pet to be healed." She said, clasping her hands together, looking at Narcissa plainly, "Since you are more... skilled than me in the healing side of magic... could you be a darling and heal him for me?"
Narcissa took a few moments to comprehend what Tina was asking her. No matter how many times it ran through her mind... never in her entire life would she imagine that Tina, the most powerful Dark Lady in all of history... would take an interest in her arch nemesis... the one who was supposed to be able to take her down in the future.
Sighing gently, Narcissa gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and behind her ear, before she nodded her head, "I would do it-" She begun, and seeing Tina's eyes narrow dangerously, she quickly finished what she was going to say, "-but, I don't have my wand on hand."
"You can use mine..." Tina said, bringing her wand out from within her hair, and handing it to Naricssa, her eyes gleaming, "I'm sure you are... very acquainted with this wand~"
Blushing faintly as... raunchy memories appeared within her mind, she quickly fixed her posture, before gently taking the wand from Tina's hand.
Her body shivered as soon as she touched it.
It was so much more different than her wand... and it felt... darker. However, she was used to this sort of feeling with all the times that she had to use this wand for one reason or another.
Clearing her throat, she approached Harry, her steps were poised, and elegant as she quickly approached the bound teen on the tombstone, and she couldn't help but admit, seeing the fear – and slight arousal – within his eyes as he approached... it was scintilating, and a little addicting.
"Now, I'm going to take this gag out... but do NOT yell." Narcissa said, her voice firm, and had a distinct undertone to it that Harry was not used to, "Do you understand me?" She asked, her eyes narrowing at the scrawny, bloodied boy.
Harry's head nodded so quickly that Narcissa wasn't surprised he got whiplash.
"Good." She said, petting his head like one would do with a pet. Then, with that hand, she quickly took the gag out of his mouth, and much to her surprise, he didn't
Narcissa then placed Tina's wand upon Harry's body, where he shivered from the cold, malevolent feeling radiating off it, brushing against his body, making goosebumps rise within his skin.
Muttering something under her breath that Harry couldn't quite pickup, the wand suddenly glowed a faint tealish-pink color, and it soon spread across his body.
"Ooh~"
Blushing brightly as a moan escaped his lips accidentally, Harry was soon greeted with a wave of warmth, and pleasure as the healing spell did its work, healing any bruising and closing any cuts, large or small around his body.
Before long, his body felt like it was as good as new. No bruises... no blood stains, and no cuts around his body.
"There." Narcissa hummed out, standing in front of Harry, she was close enough that he could feel the warm breath wash over his body.
His eyes gleamed as he noticed a small opening for himself.
Perhaps he would be able to cause her to drop Voldemort's wand... and he would be able to use it to get himself free.
It was incredibly stupid... but there was a chance that it could work, and he would much rather die trying than to simply give up.
So, he took his chance.
THUMP
"Fuck!" Narcissa cursed out, wheezing slightly, grasping at her stomach, grimacing as the pain of the kick finally settled in.
However, Harry could only gulp. She didn't let go of the wand like he had planned her too, instead, it was clutched tightly within her grasp.
And now, he could see Voldemort, looking at him with an absolute murderous expression on her face.
"Darling!" Tina spoke out, at Narcissa's side in a flash, and seeing the rapidly reddening skin on Narcissa's stomach, she couldn't hold back a snarl as she tore away her wand from Narcissa's hand, and looked at Harry, a murderous look upon her face, "If I wasn't going to keep you... I would've killed you on the spot!"
Pointing her wand at Harry, Tina's eyes seemingly glowed with power, and a small little wave of magic was also covering her wand, "Rictusempra!"
A sudden jet of bright light suddenly shot at Harry, impacting him right on the stomach with so much force that his body nearly crunched in on itself, breaking apart a small little section of tombstone.
However, instead of pain, Harry felt the urge to laugh at the pain.
His eyes widened, trying to hold it in, even going as far bulge his cheeks out, trying to hold it in like that.
But, it just didn't work. It started with a snort... and then, the full-blown laughter followed, with him throwing his head back, slamming it against the stone tombstone behind and, and continued to belt out his laughter, even through the pain as tears started to form in the corner of his eyes.
With that done, the constant laughing, and wheezing of Harry seemed to calm her nerves – just slightly – and she turned her attention towards Narcissa, "Are you alright?" She asked softly, her voice full of concern.
"I'm alright." Narcissa said, wincing a bit as she stood up, "Just a bit winded is all." She added on, taking a deep inhale, and finally releasing her hold on her stomach, "I've suffered much worse."
"I'm glad you are alright." Tina said, gently rubbing her lover's arm, before glancing over to Harry, whose face was completely red with laughter as tears trailed down his cheeks from all the non-stop laughing eh was being tortured through, "It seems he still has some fight in him." She said, however, she suddenly licked her lips, "I can't wait to break that fight."
END CHAPTER
Chapter 3
As Tina looked at Harry, there was something within her mind that was screaming at her, but she didn't know truly why that was the case. It was just a weird feeling within the pit of her stomach, before it travelled up to her heart, and continued to linger around.
"What is causing this?" She whispered to no-one in particular, placing a hand onto her heart, a small frown on her face.
"What's wrong, Tina?" Narcissa questioned, tearing her attention away from Harry, and her look of anger quickly faded to that of concern as she gazed upon Tina, who looked confused, and completely befuddled.
"I... don't know." She said, showing some true weakness for the first time in a long time, "Something... doesn't feel right." She added on, before her eyes closed in concentration, "It's like... Harry is something... more than he seems." She explained, rather terribly.
Narcissa blinked a few times, tilted her head, and pondered for a few moments, then, she remembered the fact that Tina's specialty during her first reign, was looking within the minds of her opponents to throw them off guard, and learn of their true loyalties within the Death Eater camp, "Look into his mind." She said, garnering her attention, and making Harry freeze on the spot, his eyes widening in fright.
"Ah..." Tina said, blushing slightly as she forgot about that, however, schooling her features once again, she turned and faced Harry, making sure that her eyes were locked onto his, however, with his constant struggles, she couldn't keep eye contact with him, "Narcissa, hold his head still." She told the beautiful blonde.
"As you wish." Narcissa said, although there was a hint of disgust within her tone as she had to touch Harry Potter, the boy who had just kicked her not even a few moments ago.
"N-no!" Harry yelled, thrashing his head about, trying his best to not allow Narcissa to even touch him, the mother of his worst school enemy.
However, it was simply no use. With his body still being tightly bound, he was unable to struggle for long before Narcissa's well-manicured hands grabbed his chin, whilst her other hand grabbed the side of his face, making sure that he couldn't wiggle his head anymore.
Seeing Harry's head now completely still, Tina nodded her head, before she made eye-contact with him once more, "Legilimens..."
As soon as she uttered those words, Harry suddenly stiffened as he felt... something different, and it didn't take long to figure out what had happened.
Voldemort had entered his mind.
Appearing within Harry's mindscape, Tina brushed herself off, before looking around, and much to her surprise, Harry's mindscape was dark, nearly completely barren of any defenses, or any light.
Which just made this all of the easier... not that it would be difficult per se to overcome his defenses, but it did save some energy.
"Let us see..." She murmured, looking around, before finding a small little trail of light. Knowing that a memory would lay further down the trail, she decided to follow it, "What is so different about you, Harry Potter..."
Then, she suddenly felt a tug at her navel, and within moments, she was gone from the dim mindscape of Harry, and entered a memory.
Tina suddenly found herself in an entirely different plane, looking around she noticed at once that this was a Muggle home she was in, and it looked like everything was extremely clean and tidy, with no spot of dirt or grime in sight.
Feeling disgusted that she was even here, however, unable to leave until the memory was over, she looked around even further, looking for why this sort of memory would come to her.
However, it didn't take long until she started to hear the noise slowly come back to her senses, and she heard the sounds of pots and pans within the kitchen, along with the slight little sniffles coming from a child.
Unable to stop herself, she went into the kitchen, and was surprised to see a much, much younger looking Harry, and if she had to guess, he looked to be around ten or eleven years of age.
However, the most surprising thing was that he was standing on a small little box, and for the fact that he was carefully looking over the sizzling bacon and the scrambled eggs on the stovetop. Although, upon closer inspection, the rashers of bacon seemed to be a little more burnt than what they should be.
"Boy!"
Whipping around, she was suddenly met with an extremely large, ugly man that looked like he shouldn't even be alive, and his small little eyes had a nasty glint in them as he rounded upon Harry, "Petunia said you burnt the bacon... is that true?" He boomed, loud enough to rattle a few of the kitchen items on the bar above the countertop.
Harry simply whimpered, and in a tiny little voice, "I-I... didn't mean it, Uncle Vernon!"
Tina watched as the man – Vernon – gritted his teeth, before he started to twirl with a large chunk of his moustache, before he stormed over towards Harry, "That. Is. Simply. Not. Good. Enough!" He boomed; each word was accompanied by him getting ever so closer to him.
Harry whimpered once more as Vernon raised his meaty arms, before he yelped loudly with pain as the back of his head was slapped so hard that he banged his head onto the stovetop, thankfully it was on the opposite side the burners, so there was no burn damage done to him.
"Next time that happens, your head is getting a new scar! You hear me!?"
"Y-yes... Uncle Vernon..." Harry whispered, nodding his head, trying his damned hardest to hold back the tears.
Vernon simply grunted, before he stormed off, grumbling under his breath about the foolish boy messing up a simple piece of breakfast.
Blinking a few times, Tina stumbled back in shock after witnessing Harry's memories from his home. It was something that was completely different to what she would've thought would've
happened to him.
She would've thought that he was worshipped... given everything... not... treated like some low- class slave to the biggest – in more ways than one – muggles she had ever had the displeasure of laying her eyes on.
However, shaking her head, Tina strode away, keen to find another memory. However, before she could even begin to look for another memory, her nostrils suddenly flared outwards, as an absolute horrid scent washed over, "Dear Morgana!" She exclaimed, placing a hand over her nose, "What is that foul smell!?"
Gagging loudly, Tina felt the urge to vomit, however, she held that sickening feeling in, and begun to follow the scent, hoping to find whatever was causing that smell.
And as she followed her nose, she started to hear weird noses along the darkness, almost what sounded like the hissing of a snake. However, as she tried to speak back in Parseltongue, it seemed to not even respond to her, leaving her even more confused.
However, she shook her head away from those thoughts, and continued to wander within a random direction, following the smell, and the weird hissing noise.
And, after what felt like minutes of walking, her ears perked as the hissing sound slowly got louder and louder, she suddenly saw a bench... which looked incredibly odd in this dank, foul mindscape. And the scent got even stronger the closer she got to it. Crouching down, Tina quickly pulled the hair out from her face to look underneath the bench.
And she gasped in shock.
A terribly deformed, near-skinless version of her ritualistic-self, that terrible, disgusting baby-form she had previously, was lingering underneath, curled up and struggling to live.
However, an odd feeling washed over her... like she was looking at some... part of her...
Her eyes widened marginally, "Horcrux..." She muttered out, "Harry is a horcrux..." She repeated.
Then, a large smile overcame her features as she started to laugh heavily, "How amusing! Now, I must break him!"
Closing her eyes, she took a deep, calming breath, before allowing herself to be pulled out from Harry's mindscape.
Narcissa watched with rapt attention as Tina's body suddenly shivered, before her eyes snapped open once more, and a large, almost demented smile appeared across her face.
"Well... well... well..." Tina drawled out, sauntering ever so closer to Harry, and once she was within arm's reach, she bent over slightly, before whispering, "Looks like we are... connected in more ways than one, Harry~" She cooed out, before brushing her lips over his dirtied cheek, causing Harry to flinch, but also gain a small tint of red upon his cheeks from being kissed by a – beautiful – woman, "My little Horcrux~"
"He's a Horcrux?" Narcissa spoke out, blinking in shock. She knew that Tina made Horcrux's to make sure she could avoid death... but she never knew that Harry was a Horcrux himself...
"Indeed." Tina said, nodding her head, "A little Horcrux that I never meant to make~ But now that
I know he is one, then he belongs to me~" She said, licking her lips, before glancing over towards Narcissa, "Let him go."
Nodding her head, Narcissa complied, and pulled her hands away from Harry's face, before wiping them down on the grass, unwilling ot have his filth be on her for any longer than it should, "What now?" She asked.
Tina giggled, her eyes absolutely agleam with her new found information, "Now... we break him." As she said this, she raised her wand once more, however, instead of speaking in the normal tongue, she opted to cast the spell in Parseltongue, causing the effects, and power to be greatly increased.
Then within a flash of light collided with Harry, causing him to squeal with laughter, however, the laughing soon became way too much as his face rapidly lost color as the oxygen left his body, before his eyes closed and his body slumped.
"Now that he is unconscious..." Tina spoke out, humming softly, before glancing over towards Narcissa, "How about we head back to our home?"
Glancing towards the unconscious Harry, Narcissa looked back to Tina, "With him?" She asked, although there was a hint of desperation for that to not be the case.
However, that hope was squashed when Tina nodded her head.
Making a noise of displeasure, Narcissa grumbled under her breath as she took the wand from Tina, and undone the bindings keeping Harry tied to the tombstone, and with a sickening crunch, he fell to the floor.
With that done, Narcissa went over towards Harry, and touched his torn clothing, before closing her eyes and concentrating.
Then, with a loud *pop* , she and Harry were gone from sight.
Seeing this, Tina soon vanished with a loud *pop* as well.
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