Warnings: Underage Sex, Foursome, Dom/sub, Male Dom, Bestiality sort of. I've left out the warning when the smut starts.
Chapter Twenty-One!
17th of October 1994
Over a week had passed since Harry had picked his team and so far he was incredibly pleased with his choices. He'd known how good the twins were, so there was no surprise there and while Ginny, Daphne and Astoria needed a bit more work they were working together quite nicely. Su Li had been a bit of a shock to him, her build was perfect for a Seeker and yet she was jaw droppingly good at being a Keeper after only a few lessons to get the hang of her broom and studying a few Keeper strategy books. Harry was actually feeling a bit ashamed of himself; he'd picked her originally because of the slight pull be felt towards her and her good looks. Her attractiveness wasn't that much of a reason, as there were plenty of gorgeous witches trying out, but he wanted to know what drew him to her, but it still stood that it shouldn't have had any bearing on the decision he made. Very little of his reasons for enlisting her was actually based on her possible skill as a Keeper, although he could honestly say his decision to add her had been solidified after seeing how the other students had looked down at her.
During the first practice session with all the girls, he'd realised that he was missing a Hufflepuff. He racked his brain trying to remember who wanted to play and then remembered Susan Bones standing with the group wanting to become Chasers. As he thought about it, he decided having an extra chaser couldn't hurt as he knew that they were exposed to the most danger during a game, so he decided to put Susan in the starting line-up and place Astoria and Tracey in the reserves. This allowed him to get to know not only Tracey, but Susan too. Apart from the fact that she was extremely cute in a shy sort of way, her aunt was Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry reasoned that if he could get on good terms with Susan he would have a better chance of gaining the ear of Amelia, which could help quite a bit when he started his tribe.
Out of the seven of them he had the hardest time trying to talk to was Susan, Tracey, Daphne and Astoria. For Tracey, Daphne and Astoria he suspected that it was because he was a Gryffindor and the rumours flying around about him, this didn't however explain why Susan had a hard time talking to him. It didn't affect their teamwork so Harry let things lay, hoping they would grow more comfortable around him as time passed.
His lessons with Minerva were going smoothly; his schedule change went over surprisingly well, despite looking like a maze at this point.
Yawning as he woke bright and early on the Monday morning, Harry groaned aloud as he hugged Hermione tighter to him. She moaned quietly in her sleep, her leaking pussy rubbing against his hard-on trapped between her thighs, he had no idea why but he was feeling more turned-on and horny then he had in months. According, Harry and Hermione were the last to leave the room, even though they had been the first to wake. Neville had tried to wake Harry but once he noticed the wards he'd decided that Harry needed his sleep, and so left to shower. Two hours later the cat-person duo emerged from Harry's bed, little more than a passionate mass of writhing limbs, and made a beeline towards the showers, then throwing up several wards they enjoyed an extra long shower of their own. In any other situation there probably would have been jokes about cats liking water, given the right incentive, but Harry was in too much of a frenzy to care and Hermione had long stopped thinking clearly; having slipped fully into her submissive mindset and loving every second of it. Thankfully nobody was still in the dorm and the trip to the bathroom was unseen by all. Hermione did however have to use Harry's invisibility cloak to leave the dorm first, stumbling her way back to her own.
Feeling sated Harry waited for Hermione, wondering why he felt so horny. Eventually she stumbled out of her dorm having changed her clothes and he half-carried a dead-to-the-world Hermione next to him as they made their way to breakfast, or at least the last little bit they could catch. Taking his seat and making sure Hermione was now lucid enough not to poke herself in the eye with her fork or fall asleep in her oatmeal, he could only ponder on his increased libido for a short time before classes were scheduled to begin and they had to leave. The only conclusion he could come up with was that there was something about the Slytherin girls that caught his eye, and maybe the possibility to getting closer to them was affecting him.
Since it was Monday the only classes they had were Herbology, followed by a break, and then Care of Magical Creatures. Herbology had improved since Minerva had talked with all the professors, Sprout seemed have regained the passion of a young woman waxing poetically about her favourite subject, that is to say, her passion for teaching students and interacting with those not in her house on a personal level had taken a large step up.
Harry was sitting outside of the Forbidden Forest as their new professor for Care of Magical Creatures; Zelda Ravensdale, told the class what to do. Professor Ravensdale was a pretty witch - something that was quickly becoming a redundant statement - in her forties; she had shoulder length greyish red hair and lively blues eyes. In their first lesson they'd talked about what they'd learnt the year before, and Professor Ravensdale had been horrified at how behind the class was. Over the next two lessons they'd read about what they were supposed to have learnt about the previous year. Then for the last two weeks they'd learnt about Snidget's; A small, spherical bird which could fly with amazing agility, changing speed and direction almost instantaneously. They learnt that their golden feathers and red, jewel-like eyes were once prized items, and that at one time the Snidget was hunted almost to extinction. The fact that a Snidget became such an integral part of the game of Quidditch - and usually died when it was caught - didn't help its continued existence either. Eventually, the Snidget became a protected species; there had been, and still were, severe penalties enacted for harming or capturing one. Snidget reserves had been set up worldwide and a magical device, the Golden Snitch, had replaced the live bird in Quidditch. However, Professor Ravensdale was able to borrow a few Snidgets from one of the local reserves so that they could see one for themselves, as it would probably be their only chance to see them as they were still quite rare.
Today they were learning something new, so like normal he waited in the Great Hall, Hermione standing next to him, recovered mostly from the morning, as the rest of the class milled about. Before long Professor Ravensdale arrived and greeted them, "Good morning class, this morning we'll be going outside again, so if everyone will follow me." She said leading the class to a paddock near to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. Standing within the paddock were three large and beautiful Unicorns mares, whom were busy grazing, accompanied by a number of smaller foals and colts.
Many of the girls "Oooohed!" Aloud at the sight of the unicorns.
"Oh they're so beautiful!" Whispered Lavender Brown. "How did she get them? They're supposed to be really hard to catch!"
The Unicorns started to paw the ground nervously with their golden hooves and throwing back their horned heads nervously as the large group approached, their ears laying back.
"Boys, keep back!" Professor Ravensdale barked as she took control of the situation, throwing out an arm and catching Harry hard in the chest, as he was the closest boy. "Unicorns prefer a woman's touch. Girls to the front, and approach with care, come on, easy does it. Be careful, although they're okay with girls touching them Unicorns are naturally nervous creatures, more so around humans, and they will attack if they feel threatened."
She and the girls of the group slowly walked slowly forward towards the Unicorns, leaving the boys standing near the paddock fence, watching.
The Unicorn herd eventually calmed down and trotted over to the girls allowing them to pet them. Hermione, who, like many Muggleborn girls, had a secret love of Unicorns, was nervous they wouldn't approach her as she wasn't a 'pure maiden' anymore, or even human. Her fears were unfounded and the gentle white beasts were eager to meet her, most of the gathered herd having never seen humans before.
"Can you hear me over there boys?" Professor Ravensdale called out to the boys, which they responded to with nods, just in case their voices frightened the Unicorns. Even Malfoy and his lot didn't do anything stupid, they had learned quickly not to mess with the new professor as she had already taken points and given them each a detention on several occasions for misbehaving in her class. Seeing them nod she begun to teach the class everything she knew about Unicorns.
Unnoticed by everyone, Harry had wandered away from the other guys to enjoy the forest they were standing near. Thanks to one of his forms being a kind of Unicorn he already knew a lot about them, and due to the majority of his forms calling forests home - albeit one was a twilight forest - being near the woodland was soothing, and a much better use of his time, in his opinion.
While he'd thought he got away from the group without being noticed one of the younger Unicorn's did see him. In fact, she split from the rest of the herd because she'd recognized him and wanted to see him again.
While most people knew about their healing abilities, most didn't know that Unicorns had a magic of their own; channelling magic through their horns they could use telekinesis, along with a few other abilities. This Unicorn demonstrated the ability by walking over to the gate and unlatching it, her horn glowing faintly along with the bolt as it slid open.
Harry sat against a massive tree that made up the forbidden forest, his body leaning against the trunk, listening to all the sounds coming from the forest. It was one of his favourite past times as of late because it helped to calm the beasts within him. He could already feel his inflated libido and lust drain away as he took in the sounds and scents of the forest. As he was sitting there he heard something in front of him and opened his eyes. Deep purple eyes gazed down at him in recognition. Harry tilted his head to the side and looked at the Unicorn's flank. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the faint scar tissue located there. "I remember you." Harry said, hesitating before reaching up to stroke her muzzle.
The mare leaned into his hand, allowing him to pet her. Harry wasn't surprised to feel a sense of gratitude from the unicorn, as he knew this was how they communicated; with thoughts and images. "I'm glad you're okay, it was pretty touch-and-go for a while." He said thinking back to when he'd last seen the unicorn in his first year. He had almost frozen up completely when he'd laid eyes on the wraith form Voldemort had been forced to take, but when he'd seen the fallen unicorn it was feeding on he'd charged forwards, throwing all but useless first year curses and hexes - Leg Lockers and Jelly-Legs mostly, supplemented with Firework Charms, which did little against a wraith - as far as he could tell. Hagrid had later told him his quick actions had saved the foal's life, as even a second later and she would have lost too much blood for her healing abilities to work. Hagrid had still been forced to wrap the foal tightly in his fur jacket and carried her gently back to his hut to recover. Harry, as had been his habit back then, had put her fate out of his mind. He was glad to see she was okay though. His thoughts returning to the present he stroked her head and down the side of her neck, "How are you doing?" He inquired.
The mare sent Harry the feeling that she was fine but quickly followed it up with other feelings and images, giving him the impression that she needed his help. Shocked and unsure about the images he'd received he couldn't help but ask, "You want my help, why me? Why not the Centaurs?"
Harry felt a mental scoff at his question. He was about to question her further upon what was possibly the first negative emotion he'd ever even heard a unicorn give, but she was already sending him images of a few Centaurs doing nothing as Unicorns were being killed. He could see an older Centaur telling the Unicorns that they 'couldn't interfere with fate,' and that it was fated that a few of the herd were meant to die. Harry got the distinct impression that they only helped when it was human hunters and with nothing else. Harry's rage at the picture the mare was painting was only matched by the Battle Unicorn within his mind, who was as vocal as it could possibly be; wanting nothing more than to go into the forest and show the Centaurs what he could do to them for not helping the all but defenceless Unicorn herd. "Those bastards," Harry hissed. "I'll -"
Before he could start on what was probably a very detailed explanation of exactly how you could teach a Centaur the error of its ways, Professor Ravensdale interrupted him. "Oh my, Mr. Potter. She seems to have taken a liking to you. How were you communicating?" She asked in awed surprise. As apart from very young foals, most unicorns wouldn't dare go near men, and by the looks of it, they were communicating, something which she'd never heard of.
"Oh Professor," said Harry with a strained smile, trying to keep the murderous look off his face, putting thoughts of vengeance aside for the moment "I've found out that Unicorns have the ability to send images and feelings to people they wish to talk to. They can't talk with words, but it's just as good from what I can tell."
"Fascinating…" She said, always interested in learning. "May I ask why she seems to be comfortable around you? It's very uncommon for Unicorns to be able to tolerate being around males of another species."
Harry shrugged replying, "Sure..." Before telling her of how they met, the class, particularly the girls, listening in as he told his story. Harry told mostly the truth, but he kept out the part about the wraith being Voldemort. It was common knowledge by this point that Quirrel had been secretly dark, and it wasn't entirely a lie to call the wraith Quirrel. He also suspected that the Unicorns could feel that he was a Unicorn as well, but he wasn't going to tell the class that.
When he was finished with his tale Ravensdale was misty eyed with the happy ending, promising herself she would be asking Hagrid for his version at a later date. The girls looked at him in awe, but all the boys apart from Neville scoffed at the thought, they couldn't see how a first year could save a Unicorn from a Wraith. "What was she telling you?" She asked. She'd seen the look on Harry's face when she had approached and it wasn't the look of someone accepting gratitude for saving another being's life.
Harry's expression hardened as he was brought back to the problem at hand. "The Centaurs aren't protecting the Unicorn herd as well as they should be. They protect them against human hunters, yes, but I have a feeling that's simply because they're humans, I know firsthand that most of the Centaurs in this forest hate humans, so if a Unicorn is killed from anything else it's 'fated' to have died and thus not the Centaurs problem." He explained.
The professor gasped, "That's terrible. Is there anything we can do?" She asked.
Harry sent a questioning look at the Unicorn, only to get the image of a Battle Unicorn protecting the herd. There were several images, all of different Battle Unicorns, each one watching over the herd as time passed, but the final image had nothing, the herd having no protector.
"You don't have a Guardian anymore." Harry stated, which the Unicorn nodded, "What about your Keepers?" He asked, only to receive more the less the same image as before, but instead of Battle Unicorns it was the Keepers; their numbers slowly dwindling to nothing as time passed. Centaurs took their place for a time, the Centaurs seemed different to what he knew, a more war-like breed but when they were no longer needed in the land they left behind their Seer brethren as they moved on. The Seers were supposed to look after them, but that hadn't worked.
"Mr. Potter, what is a Guardian and what are the Keepers you mentioned?" Ravensdale asked.
"Well a Guardian is a large black Unicorn." Harry explained, "They have golden horns instead of white ones, which I think from the images she sent me grants them the power over lightning. They help the Unicorn Keepers or just Keepers, to protect the herd. The Keepers are, at least as far as I know, Elves. They all had black stars on their foreheads, like a tattoo, showing that they were Unicorn Keepers - they commonly carried staves to help protect the Unicorns. The Keepers made sure that they were fed, cleaned and that dangerous animals didn't hurt them. Because of time and war with humans, along with other races that wanted to hurt the Unicorns, the Keepers in the area slowly died off. Seeing that Elves left this realm many millennia ago there were less and less Keepers to keep the Unicorns safe as there was no other source of more Elves, aside from what their low birth rates supplied."
"So what can we do to help the Unicorns?" Asked the concerned Care of Magical Creatures Professor.
"I honestly can't say Professor." Harry muttered darkly, "These Centaurs aren't the same as the protectors they had previously. They instead allow 'Fate' to do its bidding, they've grown lazy, refusing to help the herd because they get very little out of it, something the Ministry will no doubt mirror if informed of this problem. Unless it concerns them directly the Ministry of Magic doesn't care what happens in the world." There were many dark looks at this, many of the students couldn't believe that the Ministry of Magic would allow them to die, but Ravensdale could; as many magical animals had gone extinct because the Ministry of Magic wouldn't help them, it was normally philanthropic wizards that protected endangered spices. "So I can honestly say, I don't know what to do."
Just as he said this he got an image of himself, but he was holding a staff and had a star on his forehead, his famous scar somehow gone, "You've got to be kidding me." A shocked Harry blurted out, when he realized what she wanted from him. He would never have thought the Unicorns would want him to become their Keeper, but the image was sent from multiple directions, all of the gathered Unicorns old enough to know what they were talking about agreeing that he should be their Keeper. "You do know that I'm not fully Light aliened? I'm neither Light nor Dark, from what I know the Keepers were purely light-aligned; pacifistic in nature for the most part." Harry protested. "I'm more grey, I'll do what's needed, not what's easy, even if people think it might be evil."
Hearing his part of the conversation the students started whispering amongst themselves, but Professor Ravensdale was the first to ask, "What does she want you to do?"
"She wants me to become their Keeper, to protect them, and the rest seem to agree." Harry said, gesturing at the Unicorns still in the fenced off area.
Ravensdale was silent for several second before she turned to the students. "Class dismissed, please make your way back to the castle in an orderly manner and study your books until the end of this period. Your homework is to read the chapter in your books about Unicorns, and try and find out more about them." She instructed, holding a hand on Harry's shoulder to keep him in place.
It took a while, as the girls wanted to stay, but eventually the students left, leaving Harry and the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor. "I'm not going to try and force you to do this, but I think you should become their Keeper. They need someone to protect them and I think you, with your attitude towards threats to those you're protecting, is exactly what they need." She told him seriously.
Harry looked at the Unicorns one at a time. They were all radiating feelings of hope, it was making his heart hurt at what they must be going through to generate as much hope for the mere chance that he would accept. "I… I will consider it." Harry told the mare in front of him, and Ravensdale.
Just as he was about to leave Ravensdale asked, "Mr. Potter, one more thing; twenty point for the interesting information you gave the class. Might I ask how you knew about it all?"
"Thanks Professor," Harry said with a smile. "As for how I knew all that, well I've been interested in them since my first year, thanks to my experience with this mare, and this summer I decided to read up on them. I learned everything I could from as many books as I could get my hands on, sadly I left the books at home." Harry added the last part, as he saw an eager smile blossom on Ravensdale's face, "I'll see you next week Professor." Harry said with a waved as he left.
As he got to the castle doors he saw Hermione and Neville waiting for him, but he told them that he was going to take a walk, as he had a few things to think about and he wasn't ready to eat just yet. So saying good bye to each other they all went their separate ways; Neville didn't say where he was going, but Hermione mentioned going to the library so she could study for a Runes assignment that was due. Harry himself decided to take a walk around the corridors the Hogwarts.
17th of October 1994 - Earlier that morning!
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in the Hospital Wing. She'd just collapsed onto a bed in shock after what her friend Poppy Pomfrey, Hogwart's Healer, had just told her.
She'd gone to see Poppy because for the last few weeks her magic had been going haywire. She'd been lucky so far and it hadn't acted up when she was teaching in class but she was also having problems with the Glamours she used to make herself appear older. She was having to apply them daily, instead of her normal requirement of once a month. At first she thought it was just a magical illness, there were plenty that went around that would affect the control of her magic but after a week or so they would normally clear up. Two weeks later and she was getting concerned because it was only getting worse. So she had made an appointment to see Poppy, worried about what was wrong with her. That had been a couple of days ago and today she was once again visiting Poppy for the results. She'd gotten her answer alright, the old saying 'Be careful what you wish for' had never rung truer in her mind. "Can you say that again Poppy? I don't think I heard you clearly." A stunned Minerva said slowly from the bed.
Poppy walked over to by her friend and sitting level next to her said, "I said you're pregnant Minnie, I would say about three weeks along."
"But... but how?" Minerva gasped out, actually fidgeting with her hands for the first time in what must have been decades.
Poppy smirked. "You work in a school filled with teenagers Minnie, I hardly think I need to explain the mechanics."
Minerva scowled at her friend, not in the mood for games. "That's not what I mean, and you know it. I haven't had intercourse with a man in years Poppy, how can I be pregnant?"
"You've obviously had sex with someone, Minnie." Poppy pointed out. "I haven't detected any memory charms." The healer raised an eyebrow. "You're sure you haven't had sex in years?"
Minerva rolled her eyes. "I just told you…"
"That you hadn't been with a man in years, yes. That doesn't mean you haven't had sex. And since we live in a world filled with magic, anything is possible." Poppy pointed out. "According to my charms you've been receiving a steady does of his baby batter -"
"Really Poppy." Minerva deadpanned.
Poppy chuckled, "Oh let me have my fun. Anyway, whoever you've been with is either incredibly powerful, hell bent on getting you pregnant or both. I'm sure you're aware of the connection between intent and fertility, it's the reason there are so few Purebloods; the mothers forced into marriage are only interested in having the one child required to meet their contractual requirements and refuse to have any more children, making themselves virtually sterile for as long as they wish to be unless influenced by a powerful wizard or some other outside source. Like I said earlier, whoever this mystery man you've been active with him for," She cast another quick charm on Minerva, the results appearing on a piece of parchment in front of her, "Every other day or so for around a little less than a month."
Minerva eyes widened in realization before she blushed and mumbled something.
"Speak up Minnie," Poppy said, "I can't hear you."
Minerva cleared her throat. "Cats. To be more precise, a male Kneazle with black fur." She said with a blush "In my Animagus form, I've been spending some quality time with a Kneazle almost nightly since the start of term." She didn't add the fact that this Kneazle had marked her as its Mate, "But he couldn't have impregnated me, his seminal fluid wouldn't be compatible."
Poppy groaned. "But what if this Kneazle was an Animagus like you?"
Minerva opened her mouth, then closed it at the obvious implication. "Oh Merlin." She muttered.
"Yes, oh Merlin,"Poppy admonished. The healer sighed. "Wait here, I need a blood sample."
"What for?" Minerva asked.
"So that I can tell you who the father of your baby is! Sadly I won't be able to tell until sometime next week as I have to make the required potion first." Poppy said over her shoulder as she entered her store room and started bustling about, readying the supplies needed to prepare the potion.
Minerva sat in the bed, her mind reeling from the news. Pregnant? She couldn't be pregnant. How would she take care of the child with her career? It was impossible, her mind declared loudly, a hint of desperation colouring its tone as she grasped for reasons. She wasn't the mothering type, she was decent enough with eleven year olds and up but smaller children weren't the sort she could handle. She didn't even know who the father was. Neither of these reasons assured her; she would learn to take care of her baby, and Poppy was at that very second making the potion to solve the latter problem. She grasped around for another reason, and only found one. 'I'm… I'm too old!' She declared quickly to herself, then snorted as she realised it was possibly the first time she'd taken pride in her age in years.
She glanced around the room and as fate would have it found herself staring at her own reflection; her Glamour having broken again, her magic riled due to her worked up state. An attractive woman with black hair looked back at her, not looking a day over thirty. "I need a walk." She snapped out, her every reason for being against this being shot down by either herself or logic. She threw on her Glamours again and left the infirmary to pace away her problems. During her walk she passed her classroom and left a note saying that her classes for that day were cancelled due to personal reasons.
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As Harry was walking down every empty corridor that he knew of, he was trying hard to control his anger and frustration. The frustration was due to spending every waking moment that day feeling so horny it almost hurt, not even having sex with Hermione that morning had helped; it'd only succeeded in taking the edge off for a few hours. The only time he didn't feel the need for sex was when he was sitting at the edge of the forest, and that had backfired because of what he'd learned, his rage bleeding over into his libido somehow. His anger was caused by learning about the Centaurs and their lack of doing anything to help protect and save the Unicorns. As he thought about the Centaurs, his thoughts went to Sara. Her father was keeping her away from the school and making sure that no one could talk to her. He was also still trying to push for an arranged marriage with another clan. It was his hope that by joining the two clans it would make them stronger, it also had the added benefit from his point of view that Sara would never see Harry again.
Unnoticed by him, as he was storming through the corridors, his vocal chords changed to that of a Kneazle; it was his most used and familiar form and it was a small way to bleed off some of the stress; his frustration was causing him to create hisses and occasionally growls as he thought further about both Sara and the herd's situations. He was surprised to hear a whimper nearby but not seeing anybody, he carefully looked around. He peeked around the next corner and was shocked to get a glimpse of Minerva as she stumbled to the floor. Before he could help her she picked herself up and he was too surprised and curious to move; her looks had changed to an attractive woman with black hair reaching the small of her back. She looked to be in her late twenties, early thirties, and Harry couldn't help to think how attractive his professor was. He was actually disappointed when her features blurred as she put a Glamour back up and tried to get rid of the blush on her face before hurrying to wherever she was going before.
Curious, Harry Disillusioned himself followed her. Assuming his growling had caused the original reaction he repeated the sound and was met with success when Minerva's knees wobbled and she grabbed the wall to keep herself upright, her Glamours falling once again. His mind was quickly went over the possibilities of why she was acting the way she was as he hid from her as she looked around franticly. He tried making a different noise, this time a low hiss. Minerva reacted again, this time her body moving, Glamour once again failing, before she dropped to her hands and knees, her bum held high.
As she picked herself up and looked around again, this time looking even more frazzled Harry decided to stop for now. The only possible explanation he could come up with, after recognizing what position she took after he made that specific sound was Minerva was the Maine Coon. As he made this connection he suddenly remembered his first Transfiguration class, when there had been a cat sitting on the desk, which had transformed into Minerva as Ron had made an idiot of himself.
Wanting to ensure he was correct he reached out with his magic, trying to find the mating mark he knew should be on her. He checked his Disillusionment Charm, making sure it was still active, as he followed her. Finding the mark he grinned and trailed her back to wherever she was going, the lust he'd been feeling spiked horribly at seeing such a beautiful witch that he'd somehow been missing out on. The fact that she was already mostly trained left little ground for his self-restraint to grab on to, he needed something or someone to fuck, badly, and seeing his attractive Professor; whom was already trained to do what he wanted, all logic left him as lust replaced it; every fibre of his being wanting nothing more to fuck his Professor. Hell he'd been fucking the Maine Coon for weeks, knowing it was his professor was only going to make it better and he was horny as hell, he needed someone to take his frustration out on, lest he go mad, so why not her?
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It has been a few hours since Poppy had told her that she was pregnant and she had been walking around Hogwarts lost in thought, not knowing where she was going or what she was going to do now. She had always wanted a child, but she couldn't have one with Matthew for some reason; they'd never had enough time to test whether it was their fault or an external reason, but now that she was going to have one she didn't know what to think, or do. If she did keep the child, who was she going to get to take care of it whilst she was doing her job? 'Maybe I could hire a House Elf to help,' Came the thought within her. But I'm not a mothering type, she told herself again. 'No one really is until they have a child,' Came the reply, 'but look at the students you look after. You look after them, making sure they are cared for and not hurt. Sure, at times you let things slip, but no one is perfect.' What about the father? Minerva asked herself, he's a student, what are people going to think, what if he doesn't want to help raise the child with me. 'Who cares what people will say,' Was the quick reply, 'There's been many marriages of both male and female teens to people a lot older than them, who then proceeded to have children, so it wouldn't be all that strange. As for the father not wanting to help, it'll be sad and hard, but you won't be the first woman to raise a child by yourself.' But I'm too old, Minerva told herself, but her thoughts replied, 'Please, you're only…' And so it continued for the next few hours. Minerva was questioning herself about what was happening, often going over the same questions as they circled around in her mind.
Wandering aimlessly though the corridors of Hogwarts she found herself at the end of an empty corridor. About to leave she stopped hearing low hisses and the occasion growl. She would know those sounds anywhere, they were from the Kneazle, no, the student that she had been fucking. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her throat and her knickers dampening as the recognized the type of growl he was making. She'd quickly come to associate them with him being worked up, which meant a very rough and thorough mating that went on for hours, where he made it hard for her to think, much less have the energy to get back to her room after he was done with her. She normally collapsed next to him, in a state of nirvana, first cleaning him to show her appreciation and then herself until she came out of the pleasure induced haze.
Needing to find the student that had gotten her pregnant, she looked around frantically trying to find the source of the sounds, but she couldn't see the Kneazle. As the hisses and growls continued she couldn't help but to fall to the floor, her glamour failing. After a few seconds, she regained control of herself and got up, blushing like one of her students who'd gotten caught in the act, she couldn't believe she let that happen when she knew that it was one of her Gryffindors. Looking around once more for the Kneazle, so she could find out who he was she signed in disappointment as she found nothing. She shook her head, passing it off as hearing things due to the stress of finding out that she was pregnant.
Her theory seemed to be true, she didn't hear anything else for minutes. Unfortunately for her pounding heart she heard another growl, this time more insistent, the kind that was made when she wasn't getting into the correct position or doing certain actions wrong, shortly before the actual mating took place. Her knees grew weak and she grabbed the wall, black once again filling her vision as her Glamour shattered. She didn't have any time to react before she heard another noise, this time a low hiss, the sort that told her the Kneazle wasn't in the mood for anything fancy and wanted her in the proper mating position that very second or there would be punishment. Before she could stop herself she dropped to her hands and knees, head held low as she wagged her backside back and forth as she knew he liked, presenting herself to her imaginary suitor.
Her body shivering in anticipation she hauled herself up and looked around wildly. This was all in her head, she tried to tell herself, attempting to calm her thundering heart and rapid breathing. Just a trick. It wasn't working. She needed… she needed co-WORK! She needed to grade papers. Right now.
She almost ran for her office, trying to keep her mind on the work she would be doing. Throwing herself into her career had distracted her from personal matters for almost all of her life, 'So why isn't it working now?!' Her thoughts demanded, rapidly becoming frazzled as she burst into her office and almost ripped a student's homework as she grabbed it and tried to start reading.
She tried to work but it didn't appear to be helping, she just couldn't get her mind off what happened out in the corridor. She knew she should be horrified at the thought of being turned on, seeing that it was a student, a student that could easily be eleven, but as she thought of the great sex that they had she couldn't help it. Her knickers were soaked, giving her that many more reasons to squirm in her seat aside from her maddening level of arousal. Seeing that the classes were cancelled for the day and knowing she wouldn't be disturbed, she decided to give herself some well needed relief. Forgetting to lock the door, she dropped her Glamour intentionally for the first time that day and began to undo her robes.
Laying her robes across the back of her chair she sat down, closing her eyes she raised a hand to her breast and started to knead and then tweak her nipple. She couldn't help herself and started to imagine the father of her baby, a vague image of a young man in Gryffindor robes appearing. Spreading her leg she sighed as she ran a finger up and down her damp knickers, imagining her lover touching her. She pulled her knickers aside as she trust a finger inside herself, she could fell him trusting into her, his black hair damp with sweat, green eyes staring into her own. Moaning as she inserted another finger into her wet pussy she had a shiver of delight as the imaginary man above her solidified into Harry Potter.
Harry smiled as he could hear Minerva moaning though the closed door, opening it he slipped into the classroom, quietly closing it behind him. Shedding his clothing he could see her, legs spread, fingering herself obscenely as she massaged her breasts, head tipped back moaning loudly in pleasure. Hearing her moan made his balls ache for release as his cock quickly began to harden, thinking she wouldn't fuck him as a human yet he shifted to his Catboy form, cancelling his Disillusion Charm he growled out his desire to his mate as he made his way towards her.
Distracted by pleasuring herself Minerva didn't hear anyone enter the classroom, it was only when she heard the well known growl of the Kneazle she submitted to nightly did she realize she wasn't alone. Hearing another low hiss ordering her to get into the mating position, she didn't think as she stood and then bent herself across her desk, legs spread, completely open so her Mate could take her as he normally did.
"Mmmm." Minerva moaned out seeing the Catboy walking towards her, he was about 5" 5' and covered in black fur. She studied his face trying to place it but it only reminded her of her Kneazle lover. She licked her lips as her eyes travelled lower, taking in his toned chest before moving lower still to the large thick piece of meat swing between his legs. Biting her lip as see imagined it inside her she suppressed a groan of need before moving her hips from side to side in excitement. She'd ask him who he was later, she didn't need to know now it could wait until he was done.
Walking around Minerva Harry squatted behind her so he could see her wet and ready pussy, the lips were open before him, displaying her desire. He couldn't help himself as he moved his head forward burying his nose into her cunt, taking in her scent. Breathing deeply as she pushed her pussy back onto his face, she smelled the same as when she was a Maine Coon and her scent, like always, went straight to his cock, making him rock hard.
Lemon Begins! (Skip if you don't want to read or under eighteen!)
Moaning as the Catboy pressed his nose into her wet pussy and then licked his rough up her lips, tasting her. She thrust back at him, enticing him to mount her. A small part of her brain that wasn't numbed by everything that was happening was unsure about whether he was a human Animagus or not, he'd just checked her to see if she was fertile still. It could be that he was a Kneazle that had gotten so powerful that it could become a human hybrid somehow. It was the only option that made sense, she would have known if a student was a Kneazle Animagus, it was her after all that normally helped students become an Animagi. Resolving the dilemma of sleeping with a student in her mind she would allow him to continue, she needed this, so her mind allowed her to think whatever it needed so she could carry on without fear or guilt getting in the way.
Standing behind her Harry rubbed his cock head up and down her leaking pussy covering it in her juices. He had questions he wanted to ask her, but for now they could wait. He had a wet and willing bitch in front of him and with his balls aching the way they were he need to sate his desire before talking or it would only distract him. Pressing his cock so that it rested between her pussy lips he bent over her, covering her hand with his own pulling his hips up and gently thrusting into her.
"Ohhhh, more, please!" Minerva moaned as the Kneazle slowly pushed his cock into her. Like the first time she'd had sex with him as a Marine Coon, his cock was touching places inside her never touched before, she could feel her pussy stretching as he pushed into her. "Oh! Merlin!" She grunted out as she orgasmed around his prick, her juices dribbling out onto the rest of his length. She could feel bumps and fleshy hocks along his length and with each twitch of her pussy she seemed to pull his member deeper inside her channel.
Grunting in pleasure as his bitch came, he exhaled heavily as the head of his prick touched her cervix. He started to lick and nuzzle her shoulder as he thrust his member within her.
"Ohhhh Merlin! Fuck me!" Minerva moaned and hissed as Harry slammed his member into her, each time his thick cock head trying to pierce her cervix and enter her womb. She could hear the slapping of his large heavy balls against her and whimpered out, "So good!"
Lost in a haze of pleasure Harry growled with desire as he felt his bitch stiffen under him once more and then her wetness run down his length and fly off his balls as they swung back and forth with his demanding trusts. Finally being pushed over the edge by her coaxing pussy he bit down onto her should, tasting blood as he push his cock as deeply as possible into her as he started to fill her channel with his hot sticky seed.
"Fuck!" Minerva gasped out felling him bit into her shoulder, only to grunt as her channel seemed to fill with his spunk. "Ohhh!" She shuddered out as she orgasm heavily around his invading prick. She could feel him continue to spray more and more of his semen into her and she shuddered again as his spunk ran out of her pussy, onto her desk and down his length, covering his balls.
After some time his dick stopped twitching and he started to lick and clean the new bite mark on her shoulder, jumping in surprise as she heard a murmured, "Sorry." behind her she luxuriated in the feeling of being full of cum and contentment as her mate slowly cleaned her wound. Groaning aloud in disappointment she felt him withdraw from her and sit heavily in the chair behind her. As she'd been trained she stood and then turned before kneeling between his legs. She buried her face into his crotch as she began to clean the combined juices off both his cock and balls as a steady flow of his spunk escaped from her abused pussy, running down her thighs leaving a sticky mess before forming a pool between her legs.
After a while of sitting in silence Minerva eventually raised her head and asked, "Who are you?"
Looking down at her Harry caressed her face and then in a rough voice, to disguise who he was said, "To you, I'm your mate." He heard her gasp at his simple answer and then continued, "I have marked you as mine. I know this because I can sense my mark on you, just like I feel the mark from my other Mate. As for my name, for now until I think you're ready to know it, you can call me Alpha. What I say goes and what I want from you I shall take." Pulling her up into his lap, resting his hands on her bum as she straddled him, he kissed her lips hungrily. Even though she was now thinking more clearly Minerva didn't try to fight back, she'd already submitted herself to him as a Kneazle so it was automatic to submit to him again, even if he was in a different form.
Just as Minerva was getting into the kiss, the human Kneazle pulled away from her and started licking her face, neck and shoulders. She heard him purr as he asked, "Now tell me my newest Mate, why is it you look younger now then you normally do?"
"Alpha," Minerva began, shocked at how right it felt calling him this, "When a witch or wizard turn twenty or so they begin to age much slower. For an average witch or wizard, they can normally live up 'til they're one hundred and fifty, or longer if they stay healthy. Physically however it isn't in till the end of our lives that we start looking our ages. At sixty and they might look forty, at a hundred; fifty and at a hundred and sixty; probably around ninetyish." She paused to shudder as she felt a very warm appendage pressing itself against her thigh, erect again.
"An above average witches and wizards, like me, can live up to around two hundred, or longer depending how powerful we are and if they stay healthy. We age a lot more slowly, but how much depends on the amount of magic we have. I'm sixty years old, but as you can see I only look thirty and have for the last six years, at a hundred I'll probably look forty and then at a hundred and fifty only fifty. It's the reason for the Glamour charms, it's a long story but we, the Professors of Hogwarts, started doing it in the first place so that Muggleborn and Muggle Raised students would respect the Professors, as they wouldn't respect Professors that looked barely old enough to be out of school. Students then started doing it because they saw it as a test of their skill, and it eventually it became just another one of the silly traditions of our world.
"For those who are very powerful, it is said they can live up to at least two hundred and fifty years old, and it's rumoured that a extraordinary powerful witch or wizard can live for many more centuries. Alpha, do you have a reason for taking me now, instead of waiting for me to come to you later tonight?"
Harry chuckled, filing that interesting titbit of information away for future musing. He would need to research a charm that could see passed the Glamours. Who knew how many attractive women were passing him by because they were hiding behind visages of something else? "I discovered you in the corridor with your Glamours down, they had been hiding you from me when you weren't a cat, I couldn't sense my mark on you." Stopping he nuzzled her shoulder and neck again before slipping two fingers into her sloppy pussy as she moaned into his ear. "I would be lying if your beauty didn't play a part in me deciding on this course of action. Can you say you regret it though?" His fingers were still working her over, he hit a particularly sensitive spot just as he finished speaking, causing her to moan loudly. "N - no." She stuttered as she was pushed closer to her impending climax.
Picking her up as he stood, he placed her down on her on her desk before looking her over. He could see her firm C-cup breast, nipples erect, and then looking down Minerva spread her legs wide as she felt his gaze. Her pussy was hairless, lips red, wet and open. He could see his sperm still dribbling out of her, sticking to her crotch and inner tights. Placing a hand on her pussy he inserted two fingers and thrusting them in and out of her as ground his palm into her clit, he growled down at her. "You're mine, you belong to me!" He growled.
Minerva arched her back and thrusting her breast towards him, eyes heavy she moaned out, "Mmmm! I'm yours, always yours." Smirking Harry pulled his hand away and then rubbed the head of his erect cock up and down her pussy lips once more asked, "What do you want kitten?"
Shivering at the feel of the large head of his prick touching her again, she let loose the whine that bubbled fourth from the back of her throat before answering, "Cock, your big thick cock in me!"
Grinning he began to massage her breasts, kissing and teasing her, he wanted her to call his name, his true name to her; Alpha, and then beg him to take her. Pulling back as she squirmed under him he continued massaging her breasts as he rubbed his length against her pussy lips as he pinched as twisted her nipples.
"Mmmm." Minerva moaned in pleasure as he played with her body, she wanted nothing more than for her Alpha to fuck her again. She gasped as he placed the head of his prick at her entrance, before pushing forwards just enough so the big cock head slipped thought her pussy lips.
Pulling back so his cock barely in her he stopped and demanding, "Beg for it"
"Please fuck me! Take me! Make me yours!" Minerva gasped out in frustration.
"No, no, no," Harry chided as he pulled his hips back and once again stated fingering her, "You don't sound like you really want me to fuck you."
"Please fuck me, I'll do anything you say, but please fuck me!" Minerva whimpered.
Her mind was blank for a few moments with Harry's finger fucking but this wasn't what she wanted, she wanted his cock within her, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy and beyond as his balls slapped against her arse. As she orgasmed, she realized what he wanted; spraying his hand with her juices she cried out, "Please Alpha, fuck me! Fill me with you seed so its drips out of me again! Take me! Use me! Make me truly yours!"
That was all Harry needed to hear, he smiled and position his prick once more at her entrance he pushed forwards. This time he didn't stop at just the head, he slammed his entire length into her, not stopping until his balls slapped loudly against her bum.
He started to pump in and out of her slowly, causing Minerva to whine at the pace. He watched her breasts jiggling about on her chest each time he buried himself fully within her. Grunting, he growled down at her, "Who do you belong to!"
"You Alpha, you! Ram your cock into me please Alpha! Oh! Yes! Fuck your kitten!" Minerva groaned out her legs coming up to lock around him bum, trying to urge him on.
"Your such a hot fucking bitch!" Harry grunted out at her, his thrusting picking up speed and power, until he was slamming all ten inches into her.
"Ohhhhmmmm!" Minerva orgasmed loudly, her fingers racking down his back, her pussy convulsing as he rammed his dick home again and again.
Grunting as he felt her orgasm Harry continued to thrust into her, he looked down to watch his big, thick ten inch dick sliding rapidly in and out of her tightening pussy as his balls slapped against her arse, the clapping sound adding to the moans he drew from her throat with his actions.
"Ohhhh! Hammer that big dick into my tight little pussy! Fuck your kitten! OH YES! Like that! Use me! OHHHMmmm!" Minerva groaned loudly as she continued thrusting herself back onto his invading rod. "OHHHH! Fuck me! Shoot all of your fucking seed into me! Fill me! OH FUCK! That's so good! OH! YES! Alpha! I'm cumming!" She yelled out at the top of her lungs.
Harry's own orgasm approaching, his thrusts got harder, faster and more demanding, his hips pounded into her as the head of his cock repeatedly hit her cervix, demanding entrance. Minerva moaned and squeaked under him as he ravaged her pussy, urging him on. He growled, still hammering away at her cervix, holding off his orgasm, wanting to wait until he pierced it, wanting to ensure the best chance of breading his bitch. With one final growl of frustration as his self control failed him, her inner walls spasmed once more around him and he came. He continued to ram his ten inch prick roughly into her tight pussy and he pumped what felt like the biggest load of hot sticky white cum ever into her, filling her with his sperm.
Locking her legs round her Alpha's bum Minerva moaned, "Mmmm Alpha~." As she felt his large balls resting on her arse contract again and again, filling her full of his seed. She could feel it start to trickle out, over his balls and down her bum onto the homework she'd been marking, as it spread over her desk.
Lemon Ends! (Read from here if you skipped the lemon!)
Harry laid on top of her, panting, he kissed her lightly and softly said, "You were very good my little one." Before getting off her he continued warmly, "Now I know you're not just a cat I'll be back to take you again and again my Mate, if you need to find me I'm normally in the Gryffindor tower when not fucking my other Mate."
As Harry left the classroom Minerva was breathing hard and she lay on the desk recovering, a hand alternating from rubbing her stomach, imagining her Alpha's baby growing within, to dipping her fingers into her pussy to taste his seed. As she lay there she reflected on what had just happened. She felt great, it'd been a long time since she had sex as a human, much less taken as roughly or used as she was. As she thought about the Catboy taking her and what or who he was, her pussy twitched again spilling more of his seed onto her desk. She hadn't managed to get out that she was pregnant, mostly because she was still undecided if she'd just fucked a student or not. She hoped she hadn't, she hoped he was just a ridiculously powerful Kneazle but she knew that he could be a Kneazle Animagus using a partial transformation. Although in theory it was possible, she never heard of anyone who was able to keep it up for more than a few minutes. It was no surprise that she hoped that when the results for the father came in, that it was unknown, meaning the former theory would be proven correct, as it would help her not feel guilty about liking what just happened as much as she did.
No matter what though she was going to visit him tonight as the Maine Coon, and then probably every night until she got the results, just in case at the end of the week she had to give him up.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note: Here is another repost, I hope new and old reader's well review and let me know what you think and any ideas you might have. As I suspect the old readers might have some thought as to what they would like to see to happen.
Some of you might be worried about Harry going after Ginny without reason, don't worry, I've got a few things planned, just need to wait and see if they happen the way I want them to.
Omakes Wanted: Seeing how much I liked the Omake by CatWrite, I challenge you all to write your own Omakes. It can be for any of the chapters you read so far. Try to keep them short, but don't hack it to pieces just to follow this request - I would like at least 1000 words or so. Please email me at dark_harry_fan hotmail . com
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