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May
The first Saturday of May was a sacred day for goblins. Harry didn't quite figure out why – goblin folklore was kept suspiciously secret – but the important part was that this meant all the goblins were on holiday, and Gringotts' defenses were at their weakest. He had been preparing for this day for months, ever since Bella told him about the cup in her vault, and his stomach felt extra jittery as he prepared to leave Hogwarts under his invisibility cloak. After all, it wasn't every day that you prepared to break into the most secure place in Britain. Or so the goblins claimed, at least. Harry had long learned that magical beings held a different notion of security than that of muggles.
He took a look at his checklist. Clean Bella and give her Skele-Gro – check. Polyjuice Daphne as yourself for alibi – check. Station Pansy to guard the cabinet – unchecked.
Harry summoned the Marauder's Map and activated it, looking for Pansy's name. Frustratingly, the bitch was six floors below, moving slowly, likely flaunting her fat ass. Unlike Daphne, who took her role with eagerness and initiative, Pansy always showed just a hint of passive defiance – nothing that would break the contract she signed, but never going beyond what was absolutely necessary to keep it intact. Harry tried fucking her harder every time she annoyed him, but she actually seemed to enjoy it, so it wasn't very effective.
Thinking of Daphne, his eyes trailed to her spot in the library, where she was Polyjuiced as himself, reading a book called Curses Moste Curious, which he could recite verbatim in his sleep. That was when he noticed a moving dot that definitely shouldn't have been there. A dot labeled Delphini Riddle.
Harry's breath hitched. Delphini Riddle was Voldemort's daughter with Bellatrix. She was born only months before Harry had captured her mother. She wasn't supposed to be at Hogwarts, moving independently, unless Voldemort got sick of changing diapers and developed a particularly powerful aging potion.
While this was going through his mind, Delphini's dot shifted closely to the dot labeled Daphne Greengrass, and suddenly, both spots began moving together in sync.
Oh shit, oh fuck, fuck fuckity fuck, Harry thought. He started running, still under his invisibility cloak, down towards the second floor, but the two girls were much closer to their destination – he soon watched both spots disappear from the map just as they reached Moaning Myrtle's lavatory.
Once he realized where they were headed, he stuck the map in his pocket and rushed to that same lavatory. He pushed the door and hissed "Open!" under the same breath.
Normally, he'd turn the dirty pipe that led to the Chamber of Secrets into a moving circular staircase much like the one that led to the headmaster's office, but this was an emergency, so he hauled himself into the filthy tunnel in hope of getting there faster.
He barely had time to plan before he reached the bottom. The crunch of broken bones underneath his shoes reminded him to charm his immediate area to contain sound. Luckily, the gate to the main chamber was closed, so it wasn't likely that Voldemort's daughter heard his arrival.
Well, now there's no way she wouldn't notice, he thought while commanding the huge doors to open.
As the stone serpents keeping the gate closed unwound, Harry saw the flicker of lit torches, and heard a harsh female voice.
"Who's there?!" the voice called, and Harry beheld Delphini Riddle for the first time outside of Bella's memories. She wasn't an icky damp little infant anymore, but an attractive, slender witch who appeared to be in her late teens and had silvery hair with blue streaks. Because of-fucking-course Voldemort's daughter would be a special snowflake.
As a reply Harry sent a silent Stunner towards the witch. It almost hit her, but she managed to conjure a shield in the last moment. The power of the spell pushed her backwards, and Harry kept pummeling her with a litany of curses that would normally break any Shield charm. He considered just going for a Killing Curse, but he had too many questions.
"Who dares?!" Delphini shouted, her eyes darting in search of Harry's invisible form. He wondered whether pomposity and psychopathy ran in the blood.
"Take a guess," Harry bit out. He took a millisecond to glance aside at Daphne – disguised as himself – who was sprawled on the floor and looking around frantically. "Protego!" he called, protecting her from a zooming curse, and then dug into his robes to throw Ginny's wand at her, while Delphini returned the offensive.
For a second, he was sure that he and Daphne, both top-tier wizard and witch, could easily take down the mad junior Dark Lady, but it was clear that, with a foreign wand and assuming a foreign form, Daphne wasn't up to her usual level, and their exchange was evenly matched.
Taking a page from Gemma Farley's book, he animated the basilisk's corpse, and not a second too soon.
"Avada Kedavra!" Delphini yelled hoarsely. Fortunately, the dead serpent was close enough that Harry could animate it to block the deadly curse that she flung towards Daphne. This seemed to have caught the silver-haired witch by surprise, and the beast almost managed to strike at her with its fangs.
But she had her own surprise for him. He looked in astonishment as she jumped into the air, away from the serpent's extended jaws, and kept flying freely.
"You can't touch me! I am more powerful than you can even imagine!" she shouted from the air. "Surrender now and I will grant you a quick death!"
"Oh, shut up, you pompous bitch," Harry rolled his eyes and sent a barrage of curses up in her direction, while animating the basilisk to attack her from behind at the same time.
As the beast's jaw reached dangerously close to her, the witch performed a backflip to escape a deadly hit, and two items fell out of her robes – one was Daphne's wand, and another a gleaming necklace with a little hourglass hanging from it.
"Oh, fuck!" Delphini dived down to catch the necklace, and that was when both Harry and Daphne's spells struck her, knocking her down. She fell to the floor with a thud, the wand fell with a clunk, but the hourglass necklace shattered into a thousand pieces upon impact, covering the floor with fine sand.
Harry sent another Stunner at the witch and wrapped her in steel chains for good measure, before taking a look at Daphne, who rushed towards her fallen wand. He breathed in relief. For a moment he thought he was going to lose her too. They were both flushed and out of breath. Harry imagined that even the perpetually neat Daphne would look like a wreck, had she not been wearing his own form.
"What... happened..." Harry breathed out, sweeping a hand through his hair to push it back from his sweaty forehead.
"I don't know. I was reading in the library like you told me, when suddenly I was stunned. I didn't even notice her coming, she must have had an invisibility cloak..." she said, looking at Delphini's prone form with cold fury in her eyes. "She revived me here and just began asking questions when you arrived."
"Well, she was obviously looking for me," Harry said in anger. "Sorry you got caught up in this."
"Just part of the job," Daphne said, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh. "I should have had an Intruder charm around."
"Yeah..." Harry said, examining the downed witch. "Accio invisibility cloak!" he said, and a thin translucent fabric flew from the ground into his hands. It was well crafted, but nothing like the real thing. "Here, keep it," he handed the cloak to Daphne.
"Not sure it's worth the attempted kidnapping and murder, but thanks," Daphne said, her normal emotionless tone slowly creeping back. With a few spells, Harry stripped Delphini of any objects she might have hidden in her clothes.
"I really don't have time for this... and I've ran out of Veritaserum..." he muttered, his mind whirling. It was better to keep to schedule, but his mind just couldn't focus on anything other than the impossible spectacle that just occurred. "But I suppose a quick interrogation can't hurt..."
"You know it wouldn't be so quick once you strip her naked and get hard," Daphne said with a knowing smirk.
"Daphne... this is Voldemort's daughter. The one he had with Bellatrix just a year ago," he said, shaking his head slightly. "She's going to be the cherry on top of my collection of fucktoys. I didn't even dream of this wonderful possibility. I think I can hold myself for now."
"Whatever you say," Daphne shrugged. "I'll watch her back."
Harry nodded and allowed the blonde to put on her new invisibility cloak, before placing the Marionette curse on Delphini. Only then he revived her.
The witch stirred against her chains in frustration before glaring up at him venomously.
"Delphini Riddle," he said. "I have so many questions."
"Let me go at once and maybe I'll think about not destroying everything you love," she spat.
"Like father, like daughter," he drawled mockingly. "Why don't you start by telling me how you look of age, despite only being a screaming whelp a year ago?"
"How about you start by fucking yourself in the ass with your own wand?" Delphini said.
"Oh, no, I reserve that treatment for your own bum," Harry said, easily handling her attitude, which gave him flashbacks from the breaking of Bellatrix. "But let me guess: the object that smashed when you tried doing your little acrobatic bit, was that a time-turner?"
Delphini didn't show any surprise at the question. "That's really none of your business."
Harry sighed. "I'm very disappointed in your attitude, young lady. Do I have to call your mother for a talk?"
Her eyes flushed. "My mother! What have you done to her, you asshole!"
"I've done oh so many great and terrible things to her," Harry smirked. "But I'm not sure you'd like to hear about that."
She glared at him with hatred before she suddenly broke down and started groaning. "Mother! I'm so sorry! I failed!"
"Failed at what? Killing me?" Harry laughed. "I'm afraid that runs in your family, much like insanity."
"No, dickhead! I failed at rescuing her! By failing to kill you!" she said, her eyes gleaming wet.
"It always comes down to that, huh?" he asked. "And how did you know that she's my prisoner? Only one person alive besides me and Bella knows of her current state, and I doubt you got that information from her."
"The last time she was ever seen alive..." Delphini said quietly. "Was today... at Gringotts... with you, Potter..."
"Is that so?" he raised an eyebrow. He supposed that confirmed his suspicion of time-travel. It also meant he wasn't as cautious as he thought. "I guess we'll have to alter our plans somewhat... perhaps I'll just bury her alive inside her vault once I'm done with her, just to make sure that nothing of the like occurs..."
"No, you scum! Leave her alone!" the witch made a futile effort of wrestling her chains.
"Tell you what, Delphini, orphan to orphan. I'll let the two of you harpies talk, face to face, as I'm sure you've always dreamed of, if you tell me everything I want to know."
"I'm not saying anything until I see my mother alive!" she shouted.
"Oh, we can work with that," Harry grinned devilishly, and pointed his wand at the witch. "Stupefy!"
"Are you really going to do it?" Daphne asked, taking off the invisibility cloak.
"Yeah. If what she's saying about me being seen at Gringotts is true, the bank can wait," he said. "Keep an eye on the bitch. I'll be right back."
Harry was more excited than Dudley on boxing day. He rushed to the entrance and cast a vacuum charm to lift himself up through the pipe. It was fortunate that almost no one paid visit to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and it was left empty even though in his rush he forgot to shut the sink entrance.
"Where were you?!" Pansy squeaked once he reached the Room of Requirement. "I've been waiting for half an hour!"
"There's been a change of plans," Harry grinned. "I'll just head home for a minute and then you can have the day off."
"Whatever," Pansy crossed her arms.
He went through the vanishing cabinet to Grimmauld Place and ran down to the cellar, where Bella was waiting under the Draught of Living Death. She was almost looking like her normal self now – Harry had regrown her teeth in preparation for their trip to Gringotts, as well as dressing her in one of Walburga's old dresses. After throwing the unconscious woman into his magically expanded bag, he rushed back through the cabinet, burning with excitement.
"Done," he told Pansy, dragging her out of the room.
This time, he made sure to close the entrance to the Chamber behind him, and lock the door to the lavatory for good measure. He also surreptitiously cast some cleaning charms.
"Missed me?" he asked Daphne, who by now returned to her own form, and was examining the basilisk corpse with mild interest.
"I had to stun our captive again, she was stirring in her sleep," the blonde said, frowning.
"Good job, I brought some Draught of Living Death just in case," Harry said, before summoning the pair of magic-suppressing handcuffs he stole from Runcorn out of his bag and closing them around Delphini's wrists. He never really needed to use them on his captives before, but with her heritage, who knew what she might be able to do.
Next, he grabbed Bellatrix's hair and pulled her out of the bag. "Now, what to do with the mother to make the daughter comply?" he wondered aloud.
"Just repeat what you did with Weasley, it seemed pretty effective," Daphne shrugged.
"Hmm. But that was tailored to Ginny... let's see... we should make use of the scenery, shouldn't we?"
They both turned their eyes back to the basilisk's corpse. Harry knew that its stomach was full of corrosive acid which it used to digest its prey, which gave him an idea.
He gave Bellatrix the potion to awake her from her enchanted slumber, animated the serpent's corpse to open its jaws wide, reaching upwards, and then levitated Bella above its mouth.
"Ugh... Where are we?" Bella muttered as she stirred awake and noticed him. "What the fuck is this? What happened?"
"We're at the scene of one of my triumphs over your pathetic lord," Harry said, voice full of disdain. "This is Slytherin's basilisk that I slew as an ickle twelve-year-old, and, as to what happened, well, your daughter decided to pay us a visit today."
Bella's eyes wandered down and took note of his newest prisoner. "Was I out for seventeen years?" she frowned.
"Oh no, just a little over a month," Harry drawled. "Ickle Delphi missed her dear mommy so much that she actually travelled through time to meet her."
The Death-Eater-turned-sex-toy examined the unconscious form on the ground with suspicion. "I don't believe you. It's just another trick."
"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not. Your only purpose today is to serve as a dangling carrot, so to speak," Harry smirked and pointed his wand at the chained Delphini. "Dollifier. Rennervate."
He didn't let the witch catch her bearings. "Thank you for joining us again, Delphini. We have another special guest I'd like you to meet."
Delphini's gaze moved from him to the animated basilisk and up to the hanging form of Bellatrix.
"Mother?" she whispered, voice full of wonder.
Bellatrix didn't respond, just scowled further. "I'm not going to fall for this one."
Harry smiled and flourished his wand from Bella to her daughter. "Sanguinis Nexum!" he incanted.
A blood red beam of light began forming between the two figures, until it enveloped them. By their wide-eyed expressions, they seemed to have understood what it meant.
"Delphini? How... are you here?" Bella asked, voice quivering.
"Just what I wanted to know," Harry said, sending a smile towards Daphne, who took the scene with keen interest. "Where did you find a time-turner that can send you more than a decade into the past?"
"I doubt I should tell you," Delphini replied, still showing some nerve.
"We had an agreement, Delphini," Harry tutted. "If you don't start spilling out information, I let go of my Levitation charm, and dear mommy goes for a swim in the stomach acid of a basilisk."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"And why not?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Your father murdered my mother and father in front of my very eyes. Your mother murdered my godfather and friends. It's only fitting that I'd do the same to their daughter."
Delphi shook her head, her eyes wide. "No... you're Harry Potter... you kept my mother alive after she disappeared... you're a righteous prick, you can't murder in cold blood..."
"Do you really wish to test me?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "I've done much worse, I assure you. Your dear mommy could tell you all about it. So you better tell me where you got that time-turner."
The witch bit her lips in frustration and sent another look at her mother before sighing.
"A clockmaker in Zurich..." while Delphini talked, Harry sent her a Legilimency probe, and saw the clear image of an old man with messy white hair and grey robes, surrounded by hundreds of different kinds of clocks in a dingy little shop. "Conrad Amberg... He was doing all kinds of experiments with time on his own... I interrogated him and stole his magnum opus..."
"Your father would be proud, I'm sure," Harry said, somewhat peeved that the time-turner was broken. Using it to double-team Pansy by himself sounded fun – not to mention the other possibilities. "Now tell me, why were you interrogating my double? Why not simply kill me in the library?"
"I wanted to know... how Dumbledore managed to bring down my father... I thought you'd have knowledge of his plans..."
For the second time that day, Harry was completely gobsmacked. "Dumbledore killed your father? Not me?"
Delphini shook her head. "No... you disappeared a few months before... no one knew what happened to you. Some thought you fled in fear, others speculated you were assassinated, and some even said you took part in my father's demise, but no one knew really..."
Harry was left speechless. In all his visions of the future, he either killed Voldemort or died by his hand. The idea that he just disappeared one day made him feel great unease. He forced himself out of his reverie and took a breath.
"Well, honey, you got the wrong guy. Or girl. But thanks for the tip about Gringotts," he sneered. "Now tell me... how did you fly without a broom?"
"Don't tell him!" Bellatrix called.
Delphini scowled but remained silent. Harry flicked his wand lazily and Bellatrix let out a cry. She was flipped upside down in the air and her head had gone halfway into the basilisk's mouth.
"I don't really need you, Bella. You of all people should know what methods I have for getting what I want. One more word and you're deep in the belly of the beast."
Bellatrix gulped, and Delphini spoke quietly. "It doesn't matter, mother... I came here for you..."
"That's right," Harry said coldly. "Do as I say, or your entire mission will be a complete failure."
The young witch glared at Harry with undisguised hate. "It's a wandless spell that requires you to completely relax your muscles and let magic flow through them. My father developed it. The incantation is Survoler."
"I hope you're not trying to trick me, because otherwise you could say goodbye to mommy forever," he said, fixing his gaze on her eyes. She nodded solemnly.
It took Harry a few attempts to be sure that she wasn't fooling him. The spell really worked. It would take quite some time to finetune the movements, much like it took when he first learned the Levitation charm, but there was no doubt that it worked. Harry was ecstatic despite the strange earlier revelations. He had dreamed of flying ever since he was a child, and now he could do it without any aid.
There were a thousand other questions that he wished to ask her, but right now he simply wanted to let go and have some fun with Voldemort's attractive daughter, under the watchful eye of her mother. It almost felt like he would be closing some kind of circle that began when Voldemort tried to kill him. The ultimate revenge.
He flicked his wand, vanishing Delphini's clothes completely. She had a tall, lean, sculpted body that reminded him of Bellatrix.
The young witch's eyes bulged with surprise. "Wha-What are you doing?!"
Harry answered by smiling viciously, stepping closer to her and bending down. He used his wand to prod her clean, smooth pussy lips and frowned slightly.
"How old are you, Delphini?"
She bared her teeth. "What does that matter to you?"
Harry tutted, thinking an incantation, and his wand spouted a small but intense flame like a blowtorch. Delphini yelped and drew back as the hot blue fire licked her lower lips.
"Answer the question," he said, keeping the flame just close enough to her pussy to cause pain without actual damage. That pussy was his to use, after all.
"Eighteen! I'm eighteen!"
Harry raised an eyebrow and cancelled the spell. "So old and still a virgin?"
Delphini scowled, her chest rising and falling with anger. "None are worthy," she said defiantly.
Harry laughed coldly. "Such vanity," he said. "Still... no teenager deserves to die a virgin, wouldn't you say? Surely you're curious to feel what it's like..."
"No! I did what you asked! Let me go!"
"Let you go?" Harry chuckled. "Why? So you could help your bastard of a father and evil mother? No way. You have a lot to make up for after your stunt today."
"Fuck you! I won't! I shan't!"
"You talk as if you have a choice," Harry said, swishing his wand. Delphini, under his Marionette curse, got on her knees and crawled towards the Basilisk, slumping across its tail, her face scrunched in rage. "Since your parents didn't seem to be there to teach you manners, Delphi, I shall have to fill in. You will start by apologizing to my friend, for almost killing her."
Daphne stepped forward towards the slumping witch, looking down at her with a haughty sneer.
"Apologize? What kind of game is this?" Delphini turned her angry face to Harry.
"A fun one," Harry said, while Daphne took off her shoes and stockings daintily. "You play it with your tongue and lips. Unfortunately for you, you've already lost."
Delphini turned her face to Daphne and scowled at the sight of her bare feet, before spitting on them.
Without preamble, Daphne slapped the witch in the face with her bare foot, and grabbed her hair.
"No one uses an Unforgivable against me and lives to tell the tale!" she said harshly. "I've impaled the last one who did so with a steel fence post through her pussy," she slapped Delphini on the other cheek, scratching her with a toenail. "If you don't wish for the same end, you'll lick my feet clean of your spittle, like a good little dog."
Harry saw Delphini's face scrunching in utter rage. He thought about just forcing her to do as Daphne said, but had a better idea.
"Bella? Would you mind disciplining your child before she gets way over her head?" he said, sending an evil smirk towards the hanging woman.
Bellatrix pouted in anger for a few seconds before sighing. "Delphini, just do what he says. You can't imagine the extent of this boy's depravity, and I do not wish to see you raped by wild animals."
Delphini looked to her mom in bewilderment.
"Just do it!" Bella shouted.
This seems to have spurred the silvery-haired witch, who brought down her face reluctantly, parted her lips, and let her tongue wash over Daphne's feet.
"Hmmm," Daphne said, closing her eyes. "You know, Harry, I thought you were particularly gifted with using your tongue, but now I'm starting to think it's something inherent to all Parselmouths."
Harry laughed, stepping behind Delphini. "Glad you're enjoying her apology. I think it's time I'll have some fun, too."
He stripped himself with a spell and placed a Cushioning charm on the floor, before kneeling down and grabbing Delphini's ass. She jerked in surprise, and he slapped her perky ass cheek.
"I wonder if daddy will be angry about the virtue of his little girl being taken?" Harry mused aloud. "Maybe I should take some pictures to send him, just to gauge his reaction. But then again, he wouldn't even recognize you, would he? Perhaps he'd even warn your infant self against time-travel, and prevent the entire thing... man, I fucking hate time-travel..."
"I'm sure popping this bitch's cherry would be a reward in itself," Daphne said, rolling her eyes.
"Let's find out, shall we?" Harry grinned and pushed Delphini's back down on the Basilisk's tail, focusing on her smooth skin and fit body. She didn't have outstanding features, but was generally flawless, well-proportioned and ideally shaped. More importantly, she was Voldemort's daughter, and that made taking her so much more pleasing. He squeezed her waist and pushed his hardening dick forward.
"No... please..." she whimpered, feeling his glans on her smooth lips.
"Be quiet," Harry said. "You know you deserve it. You have to pay me back for almost killing my assistant."
"I've done nothing wrong... I just wanted to save my mother..." she sobbed.
"Your mother is an evil bitch," Harry spat, applying more pressure on her hymen. "And your father is worse. You'd damn the entire world to ruin just to have your insane parents back."
"You don't know what it's like, to have no—" Delphini said pitifully, but Harry cut her off.
"Don't know what it's like?" he bit out through clenched teeth, grabbing Delphini's throat and squeezing it tightly, turning her head to meet his gaze. "I grew up with the worst muggles imaginable directly due to the actions of your father," he choked her harder, and her mouth gaped open like a fish while her eyes bulged. "Don't you fucking tell me what it's like to grow up as an orphan, you whiny cunt," he released her neck and let her sputter while she regained her breath in large gulps.
"She really is pathetic, isn't she?" Daphne said. "a-bloo-a-bloo! I'm Voldemort's daughter! My psycho mother and monster father are dead, my life is so hard, woe is me!'"
Harry laughed while Delphini's body deflated with her quiet weeping. He chose that moment to push harder into her snatch, making her squeal as if she was stabbed.
"Can't even take a dicking without screaming, what a wimpy little twit," he said. As his cock entered her deeply, she began wiggling and trying to crawl forward, but Harry put both his hands on her back and held her down. In welcoming contrast to the chill of the Chamber, her pussy was warm and snug. "I bet you haven't experienced even a tiny percent of the suffering I had, and yet I didn't go back in time to help a fucking dark lord just because I missed my parents. Stupid bitch!"
Delphini gasped in pain. Harry entered her tight tunnel all the way through, reveling in how much it hurt her. He couldn't believe someone would waste their life and talent for such a stupid task, and she deserved serious punishment for her idiotic ambition.
Daphne rubbed her feet on the silvery-haired witch's face with a spiteful smile, while Harry slowly pummeled her, and Delphini whimpered quietly.
"You know what, Harry?" Daphne said, her tone dangerously mischievous. "I'm sick of hearing this dollymop's mewling. I think I have an idea on how to shut her up."
"Do you now?"
"Oh yes," Daphne waved her wand, and a tight black leather strap began to form around her pelvis. From just above her pussy, a long, shiny, black dildo began growing. Harry caught on to her idea with amusement.
"Would it let you feel it, like a real dick?" he asked.
"No, I just want to know what it's like to choke a bitch with a thick shaft in her throat."
Harry laughed aloud and Delphini grew quiet as Daphne knelt down in front of her face and pushed the dildo affixed to her towards the witch's mouth, which closed firmly. Daphne suddenly slapped her so hard that she opened her mouth to gasp in pain, and the blonde took the opportunity to staff her makeshift strap-on into her mouth.
"Ohmmm!" Delphini choked, sputtering, but Daphne just pushed the dildo further into her throat relentlessly, making Delphini's eyes bulge and her entire body shiver, which Harry felt nicely on his cock.
"You better enjoy this, Delphini, because you'll never get to have sex with another person," Daphne said, smiling down at her cruelly, as both her and Harry began pumping in and out of Delphini's opposing holes. The silvery-haired witch had no choice but to slump down on that basilisk's tail and get spitroasted like a pig.
"Uuuhmgh!" she choked in response to Daphne wiggling her dildo inside her mouth.
"I can definitely see why you like doing that so much, Harry," Daphne said, letting go of Delphini's mouth and slapping her cheeks with the wet dildo. Harry didn't allow her a break and increased his pace, enjoying the feeling of his dick tearing its way through the witch's tight pussy. Delphini began whimpering loudly as Harry pushed faster and deeper into her, with painful intensity.
"Ahhhhh!" she yelled suddenly, shaking all over, and Harry felt her tunnel constricting his organ, as something wet and warm splattered over his dick. He drew out in surprise and a jet of fluid leapt out of Delphini's pussy.
"Would you take a look at that!" he said, sniffing the air. "That's not piss..."
"Is it what I think it is?" Daphne asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, yes," Harry smiled in amusement. "I can't believe it... Delphini apparently likes my cock so much that she squirted on it! Don't you, my little fucktoy?" he grabbed Delphini by the throat.
"N-No!" she yelled, her face wet with tears and spit, and her hair all over the place.
"Oh, but I think you did," Harry said, clutching her throat with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. Delphini squirmed and whimpered. "I suppose I should have expected it, though. Your mother enjoyed it too."
"No, she didn't!" Delphini called, turning her face towards him and twisting it in rage.
"Didn't you, Bella?" Harry asked, looking to the hanging woman. She opened her mouth but no words came out, and she turned her face away from them. Harry laughed malevolently at the forlorn expression on Delphini's face. "Of course, it took special levels of depravity to excite her, but I suppose she just has more experience than you. But don't worry, ickle Delphi, you're all mine now to teach all about what grownups do when the lights go out."
"I'm not—I don't want you—let me go!" she cried.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Delphi," Harry said, shaking his head. "You're just too much fun. You and I are going to be playing together every day, until you admit that you love it."
"Never!" she said, and Daphne rolled her eyes.
"I look forward to test that claim," Harry said with a sinister smile. "But right now, I think we've heard enough of you. Daphne, would you please shut her up?"
"With pleasure," the blonde said, grabbing a cluster of blue hair and pushing her strap-on dildo forward.
He savoured every minute of using the supple body of Voldemort's youthful daughter as a living sex toy. So did she, as much as she would deny it, which soon became apparent; every time the intensity and speed of his thrusts came to a crescendo, she groaned loudly and squirted a stream of pussy juice right on his cock. Daphne, who forced Delphini to go down on her, even caught it in a cup once and made the silvery-haired witch drink it.
After two hours of intense sex, torture and interrogation, Bella and Delphini were given a small dose of the Draught of Living Death, and Harry took Daphne for lunch in the Room of Requirement. While he was quite spent, if in high spirits, Daphne appeared livelier than ever. When he emptied his bottle of butterbeer, she wasted no time in leading him to the bed, pushing him down on the mattress, and straddling him with her thighs.
"Did I ever tell you that torture makes me horny?" she asked with a sweet, dangerous smile.
"I might have noticed," he looked up at her in amusement and lust as she undid the buttons of her white shirt and threw it behind her. Her chest was as flawless as ever, and despite the intense sex Harry had just experienced, he felt his pants tightening at the sight. "Why do you think I do it so much?"
Daphne leaned down and her luscious blonde hair fell around Harry's head like a waterfall. She smelled sweet, like mangos and green apples. "Oh, Harry, you know just what to say to a woman..."
Her smooth lips caught his in a warm embrace that made Harry close his eyes in absolute pleasure. Her hands leaned on his chest, locking him in place while he made out with her sweet mouth.
"Now tell me, who is the prettiest girl in your collection?" she asked, locking eyes with him.
Harry gulped and answered immediately. "You are."
"That's right," she smiled at him and lowered her chest down to his face, so he could kiss it incessantly. "Just wanted to make sure that you never forget."
Harry sighed in pleasure as her right hand went down to caress his organ and massage it through his pants. He tried to unbutton them, but Daphne's grabbed his arm with her left hand and stopped him. "Mine," she whispered passionately. "Let me do the work."
"Now that you mention it, I'm quite spent," he smiled dazedly.
"Just lie down and enjoy," she said softly.
Her voice alone made him horny, and sent shivers of pure bliss up his spine. I really should find more Death Eaters to torture just to get her fired up like this, he thought. He followed her order enthusiastically and watched with a sensation of power and elation as she slowly undressed both of them and lowered herself down on his cock.
It was definitely up there in his list of top five good days.
Harry forced Delphini to sleep in a locked cupboard, just so she could feel what it's truly like to be a hopeless orphan - experience a little of what her father made Harry go through. She wouldn't be so cavalier about growing up with some grumpy pureblood grandma afterwards, Harry thought.
He made good on his promise to visit her every day, delighted by the prospect of having his arch-enemy's daughter under his control, and even brought a four-poster bed down to the Chamber.
"So, tell me, the Oracle of Delphi, what is the future like?" Harry asked the next day, fucking Delphini from behind while she sat on a leather-bound bar stool.
"It's shit! Mudbloods have ruined the wizarding world – ahhh - with their muggle values!" she spat, between gasps and moans. "All curses were made illegal, and pureblood wealth was stolen by the Ministry and distributed to mudbloods!"
"You do know that your own grandfather was a muggle, don't you?" Harry raised an eyebrow, grabbing her sides to pull her back towards him and play with her perky tits while he continued ramming her back hole.
"AH! No, it's not true! You lying bastard!"
"When have I ever lied to you, Delph?" Harry asked, the pleasure from her tight tunnel making him quite cheerful. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped, apparently realizing that he was correct. "And he was actually much wealthier than your dirt-poor grandma. She was a real piece of work, let me tell you. You're lucky you didn't get any of her looks."
As always, talking about her family other than Voldemort got her all teary-eyed and bleak. She turned her head to send him a hateful glare.
"Oh, don't feel bad, Delph, it was a compliment," he rubbed her shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"Shut up! Do you have to speak while forcing yourself on me?"
"It's more fun when you're all angry like that," he pushed forward deeply into her, eliciting a moan. "It's sad that orgasms make you so calm and subdued, but getting to feel you cumming on my dick is just heavenly. Can't have your cake and eat it too, you know?"
"I'm not – AH – your fucking cake!"
"No, you're my toy," Harry said merrily. "Though, I can still eat you, hmm?"
"I take back what I said yesterday," she sniffed. "You're not righteous, you're a monster. Pure evil!"
"Is that why you like my cock?" he asked. "Because I remind you of your evil father and you have daddy issues?"
"Urgh! I hate you so much!" she groaned.
Harry pulled her back from the now wet, filthy stool and lifted her, balancing the witch on his dick while holding her spread thighs. She yelped, having never experienced that position before, and Harry held his throbbing organ inside her while levitating an object onto her head.
"Look, Delph, I got you a gift," he said, and started bouncing her down on his cock. She let out hoarse gasps every time she came down. "And... what do we say when we get gifts?"
"B-Burn in hell!"
Harry laughed. "Your lack of manners truly befits a pureblood. Aren't you going to even ask what it is? It belonged to your daddy, after all."
He sensed her perking up at that.
"What is it?" she bit, her head leaning back on his shoulder for support as he continued pumping into her.
"It's the lost Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw. It's been hidden for a thousand years, until your father found it. Being a narcissistic piece of shit, he just had to defile such a priceless relic by planting a piece of his rotten soul inside of it."
Delphini's breath hitched. "But that would mean..."
"That he can't die?" Harry asked with a guffaw. "Don't worry, I damaged it enough to destroy the piece of his soul, just like I did to the majority of his horcruxes. Do you think that if I hadn't, and he lived, he would've let daddy's little princess wear the pretty tiara?"
"Enough!" she shouted, her blood boiling once more, and Harry threw her on the bed. It was a tough position to fuck in, but gave him a sense of utter domination. The Diadem fell to the floor with a clunk. "Ahwf!" Delphini exclaimed as she hit the soft mattress and bounced like a sack of potatoes.
He positioned himself behind where she knelt on the bed, and pulled her torso back to his chest, with his hands on her breasts, while reentering her pink lips. "I suppose it's useless to speculate. You're mine now, to do as I please with, just a small payment for all your father took from me. He's going to die, and you will spend the rest of your life making up for his and your mistakes, being my lovely little plaything."
This seemed to have finally broken her, and she burst into tears.
It wasn't until the end of the month that he had gotten another chance to infiltrate Gringotts. It was payday, and that meant lots of commotion at the bank, which he hoped would help distract and confuse the goblins.
"Rise and shine, Bella," he said quietly after descending to the Chamber with Daphne and giving her the antidote to the Draught of Living Death. "We have a long day ahead of us."
Her eyes fluttered and she made a sour face. "Why have you awoken me from blessed oblivion?"
"We're going to make a withdrawal," Harry said. "You didn't think I bothered to heal you just to make a good impression on your little girl, did you? I need you looking like your normal haughty self to fool the goblins."
Bella gave a short howl of laughter. "What makes you think I'll collaborate? I will never let you get your dirty hands on what's in that vault."
"Oh, you'll collaborate, else your little girl will die, and she's still so young..." Harry said, giving her a cruel smile.
She frowned. "You can't fool me. You killed Ginny. You'll kill Delphini just to spite me, whatever I do."
"Yes, however..." Harry narrowed his eyes at her. "You do not wish to see her, how did you put it – 'raped by wild beasts' – do you? So you better behave yourself."
Bellatrix shifted her eyes and seemed to think for a few seconds. Harry could virtually see the schemes brewing in her mind. "I'll need my wand to access the vault."
"No problem," Harry said, drawing a wand from her robes and holding it just out of her reach. She moved a hand to grab it, but Harry pulled it away. "Ah, ah, not so fast. Daphne?"
His beautiful assistant came from the antechamber, levitating a naked, slumbering Delphini.
"You know the deal, Bella. Something happens to me, ickle Delphi gets to experience first-hand what being gangbanged by a pack of dirty werewolves feels like."
"I so hope to get the opportunity to see that," Daphne smiled vindictively.
Bella sucked air through her teeth, her face twisted in anger. "Fine! Let's just go already!"
It was nice to exploit his enemy's weakness of love for a change. "I'm glad for your enthusiasm, Bella, but I'm not going to take any chances. Imperio!"
Harry had to wrestle the witch's will for a few seconds, but she quickly gave up resisting, seeing as she didn't have much hope in any case. He had learned from Voldemort that mind magic worked much better if you broke the victim's will beforehand.
Spurred by Delphini's revelations, he took all possible precautions this time. Bella was put under a Notice-Me-Not charm and a hooded black robe that obscured her face, while he Polyjuiced himself as Runcorn, and used Ginny's wand, so even if the goblins could see through Death's own invisibility cloak somehow, no fingers would be pointed towards Harry Potter. Meanwhile, Daphne would be in the library, Polyjuiced as himself, and Pansy would be watching her to make sure no one tried to do anything to his double.
He took Bella to Grimmauld Place through the vanishing cabinet, which he moved to the Chamber in advance, and from there apparated them to Diagon Alley. When a group of hags entered the bank, Harry took the opportunity to push Bella forward behind them, avoiding notice from the guards.
The place was quite packed in the afternoon rush to cash cheques and deposit gold, but such prestigious customers as the Lestranges didn't have to endure waiting in line with the rabble. Under the invisibility cloak, Harry led Bella through the dense crowd to a senior teller, and enforced his hold on her through the curse to make sure that she appeared as natural as possible.
"Take me to my vault, goblin," she drawled at the teller with a sneer, presenting her wand, and her face showed characteristic disgust as the goblin touched her wand to bring it to his identification device.
"M-Madame Lestrange..." he stuttered, glancing at her with intense, biddy eyes.
"Is there a problem?" she raised an eyebrow.
"N-No... not at all..." he said. Fortunately, goblins didn't meddle in wizarding affairs, and had no qualms about serving war criminals.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as they left the bustling lobby and took a cart down. His left hand gripped the cart's banister tightly, while his right hand aimed a wand at Bella's back. His heart rate was increasing with excitement as they descended deep, until suddenly, they drove straight through a waterfall, and the cart flopped down.
For a second Harry was struck with panic, as they were falling fast towards the ground, but the sensation made him recall Voldemort's flying charm, which he had been practicing all month. He let his muscles go loose and thought Survoler!
His fall halted and he couldn't help but smile as he felt the serene sensation of floating freely. Bellatrix and the goblin weren't so lucky – they fell down straight into the hard rock.
As Harry zoomed closer to the ground, he noticed Bellatrix stirring and looking around her with surprising lucidity. With a jolt he realized that she had escaped his curse without his notice, and she had her wand.
I knew I should have taken it from her, he thought in anger. Luckily, the goblin seemed to have passed out, and Harry was still invisible. Stupefy, he thought, aiming at Bella, but she managed to conjure a shield around her that blocked the spell at the last moment.
"Coward! Attacking invisibly! Why don't you come out and face me like a man!" she screeched.
Harry kept sending curses her way from above, but her surrounding shield was strong, and she seemed frantic, constantly moving and looking around.
Then he noticed something coming from the shadows behind her. Something huge and grey; a white-eyed dragon. Suddenly, he knew just what to do.
"Crucio!" He whispered, aiming at the dragon's large eyes. The curse couldn't debilitate such a magically powerful creature, as he very well knew, but was painful enough to seriously enrage the beast.
"This was never a fair war," he said to Bellatrix as he landed in front of her and took off his invisibility cloak. Distracted by his appearance, she didn't notice the dragon advancing behind her until it was too late.
"This war's over for you, Po—AHHH!" she suddenly screamed as she was struck by a roaring stream of flames and caught on fire. Harry cracked a smile at the impromptu witch burning. If anyone deserved this kind of death, it was her.
"Ciao, Bella," he waved goodbye, as the dragon cracked open its jaws and ripped her body apart.