Author's Note: I know that many of you didn't like the idea of me killing of Dan, but I am hoping that the start of this chapter will explain to you why I am thinking of killing Dan. I hope I wrote this right
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Chapter Twenty...
The Serpent's Lair - Part 4!
(Meeting the Weasleys!)
(Harry Potter) 23rd of August - The Abyss, Auction House Three:
The vacation had finished, and Harry decided to return to England the fast way - with his abilities - to have a few extra days with his friends. He would meet back up with the Grangers once they returned, but for now he was enjoying his time as Maverick. A small sigh escaped his lips as he realized, thankfully, that he didn't have to worry about running into Gabrielle again; despite his commitment to going dark, the idea of fucking a six-year-old girl didn't sit right with him. He was, however, still strongly considering killing Dan, though the conflicting sides still raged in his head. He liked the man and didn't want to kill him, but he embodied the only obstacle between Harry and Emma. While it would be easiest to eliminate the obstacle and be done with it, it would be much more satisfying to work around it.
His musing was disrupted as Charlotte employed a particularly enjoyable trick while giving him a blowjob, and he took the next few moments to glance around the large room. The auction had been normal so far, mostly selling hard-to-get items and a few dark objects. The newest part - the slaves - wouldn't come until later on. Deciding to wait, Maverick allowed this thoughts regain control of his attention.
"It's not about the satisfaction of getting Emma; it's about the thrill of the kill," his sister suddenly spoke.
"What do you mean, Lucy?" Harry thought back to his sister, letting out a small moan as Charlotte continued her ministrations.
"This is to see if you can kill an innocent man or not," Lucy explained.
"Why can't I kill some stranger?" Harry pondered, "Why does it have to be Dan?"
"It's best if you kill Dan, instead. You know him; you know his family and his personality. You know he's innocent."
"But why not someone else? Why couldn't I get to know someone else and have them be my first kill?"
"Because he's close to you; if you're able to kill him, you should be able to kill anyone," Lucy told her brother. He shuddered as he came inside Charlotte's mouth and she proceeded to clean his cock. "If you're having problems killing Dan now, what would you be like if you have to kill someone else close to you in the future for whatever reason? By killing Dan, you prove to yourself that you can kill anyone close to you if need be. Otherwise, who knows what might happen?"
As much as he didn't want to admit it, his sister was right. Things could get bad in the future if he needed to kill someone close to him and hesitated to do it. This would be a challenge to see if he could kill someone he knew,. It would be too easy to kill a stranger. As he thought about it, he also realized that it might take more time than he was willing to waste getting Emma from Dan; Emma wouldn't abandon her husband for a child. It would take years - if ever - to change Emma's mind, so his best option - as reluctant as he was to commit to the idea - was to kill Dan.
"Listen, I know what I need to do, Lucy, but I need time to think. Like it or not, Dan is the father to two of my friends and if I do this, I need to make sure I don't get caught," Harry told his sister, "If they discover who killed their father before I turn them, they could turn on me, and I wouldn't know what to do."
"I understand, brother," and she did. Lucy knew - better than Harry - the risks that came with killing Dan, but she also knew the rewards just as well. If her brother needed time to think, she would give him that, but she would leave him with one last thought, "But know this, brother: the longer you wait to decide what to do, the harder it'll be to take any sort of action, so don't wait for too long."
Before Maverick could think or say anything, he felt Lucy's presence fade, and decided to think more on the topic later. He had a club to run, and by the looks of it, the normal part of the auction was finishing up. "You were great, my love," Maverick told Charlotte as he started to play with her breasts.
"Thank you, Master. I'm glad you allowed this to happen," Charlotte told her master, "You do know that the other girls want this, too, right? And more - just like I do."
"I do, my dear. And maybe later, as long as people don't need us. We could depart for an hour and I could give you what you want," Maverick told his first friend.
"You really mean it, Master?" Charlotte asked in disbelief.
"As long as we're not needed, yes," he told her. Maverick heard the auctioneer announce the part he had been waiting for.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a new event for tonight. For the first time ever auctioned off in The Abyss: slaves! That's right - slaves. Male or female, whatever your tastes may be, we've got something for you tonight. So let's start off with a young Veela -" Maverick tuned out as the auctioneer gave a brief description of the Veela's sexual nature and the dangers that could arise from their powers; he was well aware of the effects of a Veela's allure. His mind latched onto the mention of their ability to transform, though. He would have to make a note to research that when he had a chance.
The Veela being sold went by the name of Carson. She was fifteen years old and rather cute. The bidding for her started at two thousand Galleons.; she sold for over five times that. She was the only Veela sold, but some of the other slaves were just as exotic. What shocked Maverick was the women that were sold. They appeared to have been altered - somehow - to look like they had been cross-bred with animals. Some were only slightly changed, having only a tail or a pair of wolf-ears atop their heads. Others were a bit more drastic, almost appearing to be half-wolf or half-cat; there was even one man who must have been part-reptile. He looked tough and powerful, and was covered in scaled; he sold for twenty thousand Galleons.
Maverick knew that the law enforcement would be going mad trying to find out who did the experiments on these people once they learned of it. They would also be looking for the people who supplied the slaves. He was glad that he would soon be going on a world tour for training as Maverick. With people thinking that he had been doing for the last year or so, it would be difficult to tie him to any of the crimes.
With the auction over, he and Charlotte decided to take things to his office.
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As Maverick and Charlotte entered the office, Maverick was about to turn back into Harry when Charlotte jumped into his arms and kissed him fearlessly; a kiss that Maverick returned with just as much passion. After a few moments, Charlotte pulled back and said, "Don't turn back, Master, I want you to fuck me as you are now."
"Are you sure?" Maverick asked her.
"Please, Master," Charlotte begged, "I want that big, thick cock inside me. I want to be fucked by Maverick, my Master and owner of The Abyss."
"If that's what you wish, dear," Maverick said as he put her down. Charlotte started to look upset at the loss of contact until he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, making her gasp for breath. She ran her hand through his hair to the back of his head, and pulled him further onto her tit, making him take more of it into his mouth.
Maverick pulled back after a bit and ordered, "Turn around and face the desk, Charlotte."
"Yes, Master," Charlotte complied with a lustful smile, bending over and placing her palms on the desk and thrusting her backside into the air. He ran his hand over Charlotte's round ass and gave it a sharp slap, making her jump. He pulled her panties down and let them gather around her feet.
Charlotte was almost panting now; she was so ready to be fucked by her Master. She would have to thank this Emma Granger someday, as it was thanks to her Harry finally realized the pleasure of sex.
Maverick ran both of his hands over Charlotte's arse cheeks again and again, as if he was polishing them. Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust, eliciting a louder moan each time.
"You like that, don't you?" Maverick asked her, knowingly, "You dirty little whore."
Charlotte could only moan as he spread her further by adding a third finger, fucking her faster and faster. She could feel an orgasm start to build as he forced his fourth finger in.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," she moaned loudly. Maverick removed his fingers and began lapping her entrance, bringing her to a messy orgasm with just his mouth. It was an eternity in her mind before the tingling in her spine subsided enough for her to think clearly again. As Charlotte calmed down, she her master's face covered in her juices. She bent over and began to lick all around his mouth, tasting herself on him.
Maverick stood and undid his trousers, stepping out of them as they fell to the floor. Taking off his shirt, he sat on his chair. Charlotte looked at her Master's cock as she knelt down before him and took it in her hand. Oh how much she loved the feel of his thick cock; she couldn't wait finally have it inside of her. She wrapped both of her hands around it and started to wank him off. Before long, he took her head in his hands and started to push her down towards his huge, purple bell end.
Charlotte took the tip into her mouth as he pushed further and harder, forcing her to take more of it. She gagged a bit; it seemed he made it a bit bigger than normal, but this seemed to turn him on even more as he pushed down harder on her head. Charlotte could feel the cock at the back of her throat, trying to make its way down. She thought she was going to be sick, and pulled back my head quickly; she wasn't used to such a large cock. He was smirking at her, and she could only give him a dazed smile in return.
Leaning over, Maverick gently kissed Charlotte and ran his hands down her body again before he lifted her onto the edge of the desk. He ran his hands up her thighs, parting her legs before he began massaging her clit. Charlotte exhaled a little gasp and moved her hip in rhythm with his fingers. After a bit, he removed his hand and she could feel the end of his cock resting against her slit. He slid into her pussy in one easy thrust.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Charlotte moaned, feeling wetter than she had ever been before as his rhythm sped up. His cock was pumping all the way in, far enough to touch her cervix.
After a couple of minutes, Maverick pulled out, turned Charlotte over, and pushed her onto the desk as he entered her from behind. Maverick begun grunting with each thrust; without warning, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her on top of him, onto the chair, his cock remaining sheathed inside her the entire time.
Charlotte started to ride him as he reached round and grabbed hold of her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples in time with his thrusts.
"That's right, fuck me, you little whore. Fuck me," Maverick's cock stiffened inside her, and with one last thrust, he erupted deep inside Charlotte's pussy.
The two of them sat there for a couple of minutes until Charlotte felt his now-limp dick slide out of her. Reaching over for a tissue, she started to wipe the cum from her dripping pussy. He pushed her hand away and ordered her to leave it there for the night.
"Master, I need to make sure the girls are ok," Charlotte told her master, thinking about her job to look after the girls in the club.
"You can let them be for a few hours," Maverick told her.
Charlotte was going to refuse at first, but Maverick pushed his hand between her legs and ran his fingers along her slit. Massaging her clit saying, he continued, "you know you want more of this."
Charlotte head rolled back and she murmured, "Oh, god. Yes, I want more."
With that, Maverick pushed Charlotte off his lap and grabbed her hand. Charlotte looked at him as he bade her to follow. She had no choice but to follow him from the office and into a small room down the hallway. This was Maverick's room that he slept in incase he needed to spend the night at the club. It wasn't anything fancy, merely a place to sleep if he was busy and needed rest. Its contents consisted of a floor bed, cupboard, and a small side-table.
Charlotte was no stranger to nudity - it was part of her job, after all - but it felt very strange to be led around The Abyss while naked. She could feel their mixed juices running down her thighs, and hear the squelching of her pussy lips with each stride. Entering the small room, she immediately walked over to the floor bed and knelt down on all fours, shoving her arse in the air as an open invitation to her master.
"Come show me what you've got."
With that, Maverick knelt behind her and started to lick from her clit to her arsehole, stopping to probe her pussy each time before moving back, making her groan louder with every stroke. His tongue suddenly pushed into her arsehole, causing her groan once more and shake all over. Regaining control of her body, she turned and pushed her master onto his back, bent over, and pulled his cock deep into her mouth. She could hear him say, "that's it, you little whore," over and over. It wasn't long before she was swallowing every bit of his cum.
As Charlotte lay next to him, he looked at her with a huge grin on his face and said, "that was the best blowjob you've given me so far."
He started running his hand along her stomach as she thanked him. Charlotte saw the glint in his eye as he stood up and turned to help her to her feet. As she stood there before him, he walked around her and slapped her arse saying, "you fucking whore. You will only speak when asked to."
Charlotte couldn't believe what she had heard.
"What are you talking about, Master?" she asked, confused. He ignored her, walked over to his cupboard, and pulled a roll rope out of it.
Charlotte was shocked when she saw the ropes, but smiled at the thought. Her Master was going to tie her up and fuck her - she couldn't wait.
As he walked back over to her, she looked down and watched his cock begin to harden again.
"Put your hands together and lift them up," Maverick ordered his friend.
Charlotte immediately complied without a thought. He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied them tightly together, then tied the other end to a bar along the wall.
"You spoke out of turn, whore; I think you need to be punished. Don't you agree?"
Charlotte knew this was part of the game, and she had hide her excitement at the fact that her fantasy was becoming a reality. It would seem her Master was trying new things, and she was the test subject.
He picked up what appeared to be a garden cane from under his bed and swiped it across her arse. Charlotte screamed in pain as he hit her again and again; it had been a while since someone did this to her. She knew - or hoped, at least - that he was expecting her to beg, but she wanted to hold out as long as possible. After a few more swats, she broke.
"Please stop," she cried, but he hit her again, "PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!"
"Will you do as you're told, whore?" her master asked her. She nodded silently, not wanting to risk being hit again.
"Good," he put down the cane and started rubbing along the raised lines that now decorated her arse. Slipping two fingers into her pussy, he started to finger-fuck her again until he'd gathered enough juice to rub into her arsehole. He repeated the process, continuously telling Charlotte how wet she was and how he was going to fuck her arse until it hurt.
Charlotte felt his cock nudge against her arsehole, the pressure slowly increasing, but with no progress. Instead, he pushed his cock up her cunt in one swift thrust before trying again. This time, he didn't go quite so gently. He thrust hard against her arse, and she gasped as he forced his cock into her. The large rod of flesh hurt as it stretched her virgin asshole, but she bent over further so he could enter her with ease. He began thrusting faster and faster; she hadn't felt anything like it before. She came within seconds, begging for more the entire time.
Maverick continued fucking Charlotte's arse as hard as he could while his fingers were pulling hard on her clit, making her come over and over. She felt his cock stiffen inside her, and with one last thrust, he filling her bowels with his cum. Charlotte felt his cock leave her body before it reappeared in front of her mouth.
"Lick it."
Not wanting to be swatted with the cane again, she bent forward and began to suck until it came back to life.
He pushed it further into her mouth, grabbed hold of her head, and started fucking her mouth with gusto, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each trust. He pulled out and unbound Charlotte. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up and entered her soaked cunt in one swift movement. Maverick fucked her hard and fast, slamming her back into the wall as a pool of their juices collected on the floor. He groaned loudly as he reached his climax yet again. Collapsing on the bed, the pair fell asleep for a couple of hours.
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(Harry Potter) 24th of August - The Burrow:
Harry stopped and smiled as he approached the Weasleys' home, the past evening with Charlotte playing through his mind. She had only left his side once the entire night, and that was to quickly check on the girls. The rest of the time was the two of them together, either sleeping or fucking each other. They both enjoyed the opportunity to be with each other at last; the only reason they weren't together now was because Harry had made plans to see Ember today, and see if the Grangers were back, yet, later on.
As Harry got closer to the place, the house looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW.
Out in the yard, Harry saw Ember talking to a red haired girl, who he suspected was the sister the twin had spoken of. Ginny Weasley, who was a one of many girls who grew hearing stories of the Boy-Who-Live, dreaming of being the lucky witch who would be his beloved Lady Potter. Harry had hopes that spending time hearing about him from Ember would assure that the girl knew he didn't need another fan-girl around. Upon seeing Ember, he walked up to her, and as he did, Ember caught sight of him and ran towards him and give him a hug.
As he was giving her a hug, he said, "Ember It's good to see you too, how is everything?"
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(Ember Veil) 24th of August - The Burrow:
Ember Veil was sitting on The Burrow's front porch and talking to her new friend, Ginny Weasley, as they waited for Harry to arrive. She reflected on her summer; she wasn't sure if she was going to like being so close to Ronald after all of the trouble he given them at Hogwarts, but her Magical Guardian, the Headmaster, told her that she needed to be with a family. Of all the families available, he selected the Weasleys.
Things won't too easy for her at first; Ron kept making snide remarks about her and Harry, despite his mother's warnings to stop. Molly Weasley seemed concerned about Harry, and was wondering if what her son was telling the truth. On multiple occasions, the matriarch warned her to be careful around Harry, and to not do something that she wasn't ready for. All in all, Molly seemed to care about the children under her wing, but there was something about the Weasley matron that Ember couldn't place, and it put her on edge.
The problems with Ron only lasted for a few weeks. The Headmaster came to talk to Mrs. Weasley and to see how Ember was doing. From what the Headmaster told her, it was to make sure she was okay, and to give the Weasleys some money to look after her. Dumbledore talked to Ron for a bit before departing. She didn't know what was said to the youngest Weasley son, but he was much nicer towards her and Harry. He was even talking about apologizing to Harry. She was grateful for the Headmaster's intervention, but something about the situation still felt strange.
The rest of the family was a different matter. She didn't see much of Arthur and Percy Weasley, Mr. Weasley was busy as the Ministry liaison for the Mystics. With all the tips about homes that likely had items dangerous to non-magicals, he was often away at work. Percy Weasley - whilst normally at home - rarely left his room, doing what his his family could only assume was homework.
The twins, when not holed up in their room with a new prank in the works, were out flying with Ron and doing other things. Ember decided to be careful around those two, and she would handle anything they gave her with extreme caution, not wanting to be part of their pranks again, regardless of how fun they were to hang around with.
The youngest of the Weasley was Ginevra - or Ginny, when she wasn't in trouble. It was nice to be around a girl, when most of the time she was surrounded by boys, both here and at Hogwarts. Until now, the only "girl time" she she got was with Hermione. She didn't feel comfortable enough to befriend the girls in her dorms.
Ginny's obsession with Harry helped them hit things off. When the youngest Weasley learned Ember's best friend was Harry Potter, she began firing off question after question, and it went from there. Ember knew that the young female Weasley was only doing this to get to Harry, but she didn't mind. She knew that this would happen from time to time because of Harry's status as the Boy-Who-Lived,. Ember felt a bit jealous at the girl's obsession, seeing that she beginning to have feelings for the young boy, too, but she also knew others would want to be with him because of his fame. She would just have to fight for him when the time comes.
At the same time, the young girl also wanted to know Ember for Ember - not just the opportunity to get close to the Boy-Who-Lived. Other than a strange girl who by the name of Luna Lovegood who lived over the hill with her mother, Ginny didn't have any female friends. Ember was more than happy to be Ginny's friend.
Over the last few weeks, the two of them talked about all sorts of things, most either revolving around Hogwarts, Quidditch, or Harry. Ember was shocked to find out that the Weasleys weren't as poor as Ron made them out to be. Sure, they had the hand-me-downs and such, but that was to save money. Mr. Weasley's job was a good one, and it paid well. If it wasn't for him and Mrs. Weasley having seven children, they would be much more well-off. Having so many children was a financial strain, especially when it came time to put them through school. After a few more years, their finances would start looking exceptionally better.
The other week, Ginny confided in her about a diary she found in her things - a diary that wrote back to her. When Ember asked who give it to her, Ginny explained that she wasn't sure, but suspected that it came from either her father or the twins. It was a fairly common thing, where one of them would give her something without the others knowing - a treat of sorts. They did it in secret mostly because of Ron. He was incredibly jealous, and would often whine that she got something that he didn't. Ember could believe that, seeing how Ron acted before.
Ginny thought it would be fun for the two of them to share the diary. Tom, as it called itself, was a very good listener and often gave sound advice. Ember was a bit hesitant at first, but she found it somewhat useful, and began to enjoy the activity with her new friend.
With the summer holiday coming to an end, the girls were on the porch, talking about the upcoming year at Hogwarts when Ember saw Harry coming up the pathway. Upon seeing him, she ran towards him and gave him a hug. Her friend returned it and greeted her.
"It's good to see you, too, Ember. How is everything?"
"It's good," Ember told her friend, "how was your holiday?"
"It was interesting. The Grangers took me to a nudist camp," Harry told Ember. Both of the girls blushed at the thought of seeing Harry naked. Pretending not to notice, Harry went on to say, "so who is your friend?"
"Oh, this is Ginny Weasley," Ember introduce Harry to Ginny, "Ginny, this is Harry Potter."
"Hello," Ginny squeaked, her shyness confining her to hiding behind Ember.
Harry decided not to say anything about her shyness. From what he'd learned from the twins, he could imagine she was fairly nervous about meeting the Boy-Who-Lived. Instead, he spoke to her gently.
"It's nice to meet you, Ginny. Ember mentioned you in her letters, but she never told me how cute you were," Harry teased the young girl. Ember smirked, knowing what her friend was doing, but also to hide her jealousy. Ginny blushed a deep scarlet, and ran inside to her room.
Harry just smiled as the girl ran off, happy with his work. Turning to see his friend's expression, he said, "Ember, don't be jealous. You're just as cute - if not cuter than - her."
The young girl's face nearly turned as red as her friend's hair, which made Harry smile. He turned serious as a thought occurred to him, and asked, "How is Ron treating you? I know you said Dumbledore talked to him, but you haven't said much after that."
"Surprisingly good," Ember said with a concern look, "I don't know what the Headmaster said to him, but he seems to be better. He even apologized to me for the way he acted. Didn't both to explain why he acted the way he did, he just apologized after Dumbledore told him to, and that make me wonder why."
"I agree, that is strange. We'll just have to wait and see what happens," Harry admitted. It was strange for Ron to apologize for no reason other than Dumbledore talking to him. It could be innocent enough, and all that was need for Ron was someone like Dumbledore talking to him and making him see sense, but at the same time, it could be some sort of plan to get Ron back on Harry's good side for some reason. He couldn't be sure just yet. All he could do was keep an eye on him and see what happens. Whatever the case, he'll have to be careful around the young redhead until he knows what's what. Before they could continue their conversation, a plump woman with red hair came outside. Considering she appeared to be in her late forties, she must be the mother of the Weasley family.
She saw Harry and smiled, "Hello, dear. Who might you be?"
"I'm Harry Potter. I'm friends with Ember and the twins," Harry introduced himself.
"Oh, I have heard so much about you from them," Mrs. Weasley beamed. She now understood why her daughter was making a beeline for her room when she passed her, "I'm Molly Weasley. I'm terribly sorry about my youngest son, Ronald. Having five older brother's and a younger sister, he is somewhat insecure about himself and sometimes believes the world owes him everything. Arthur and I have tried knocking some sense into him, but he often forgets and ends up getting himself into trouble. I hope you can forgive his actions for the last year, dear."
Harry smiled at Mrs. Weasley. He knew that those who were insecure could act like Ron did, but he felt there was more to it. Deciding to think more on it later, he said, "I'll give him another chance, Mrs. Weasley."
"Thank you, dear, that's all I'm asking. I know how important friends are at your age," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "Well, come along, then. Let's get you something to eat and you can catch up with Ron and the twins."
Harry followed Mrs. Weasley into the Burrow where she prepared him a plate of lunch. After finishing the quick meal, he meet up with the twins, who were boasting about all the new pranks they had designed over the break. This made Harry weary of the twins, as he didn't want to fall for one of their pranks again in the future. He spent a few minutes with Ron, who took the time to apologize to him and promise to try to be a better friend. Harry didn't put much stock in his words, knowing that sooner or later, he would go back to his old habits again. If Ron managed to change his ways, Harry imagined he could be useful in the future, but it seemed incredibly unlikely. For the next few hours, Harry and Ember spent their time talking and walking around the land.
He didn't get a chance to meet Ron's brother, Percy, as he seemed to be out for the day. As for Arthur, Harry met him briefly before he departed to see if Hermione and her parents were back, yet. From what little interaction he had with the man, he could tell he was crazy about the Muggle World and their gadgets.
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(Harry Potter) 24th of August - The Granger's Residence:
About half an hour later of leaving the Weasleys, Harry was still waiting for the Grangers to answer the door. He suspected that they either hadn't returned, or they had gone out for the evening. Thankfully, Emma already told him where the spare key was.
He used the key and entered the house, calling out to see if anyone was in - still no reply - he decided to look around. When he entered the kitchen, he found a book on the table that he knew wasn't there before. Thinking it may be a notebook containing a message for him, Harry picked it up and read it. His curiosity was quickly replaced with shock as he realized he was going through Emma's diary,
He just skimmed the first few pages, finding nothing of interest - mainly her feelings, and how upset she was that she wasn't getting nearly as much sex as she would have liked. Apparently it had been years since she'd been given a good shagging, according to one entry, since shortly after Melody's birth. A few entries later and the contents grew more sexually frustrated as one date was noted 'the anniversary of Dan's accident.'
He was about to close the book when he saw his own name start to appear. Emma was hesitant at first, but she definitely felt that he was handsome, even if he was a child. Her feelings for him seemed to be stronger than what they should be. There were several 'what if' scenarios written down in which she stayed in the hut after things got out of hand during The Talk. Some of the more recent scenarios featured Harry catching her masturbating in her cabin towards the end of their vacation. He thought he had gotten away with it at the time, but it was obvious that he had been caught. Instead of stopping - like she knew she should have - she felt particularly naughty and decided to give him a show, secretly hoping to entice him into one of the many fantasies she had written in her diary. His voyeurism apparently turned on even more, and she got off - hard - knowing she was giving Harry wet dreams of his own.
Harry could hardly believe it. She pushed him away, saying she didn't want anything to do with him, while lusting over him the entire time in her diary. Here, in black and white, Emma wanted nothing more than to have him to fuck her in ways she could only dream of - ways Dan could never hope to achieve.
It was then an idea came to him, a way to bypass her defences when he decided to make his move. With a twirl of his hand and a hissed spell, and the pleasant thrum of his magic indicated that her diary was now enchanted with a weak lust spell. It was something the twins showed him during his visit to see Ember. It had started out as an idea for a prank, but decided against it because they didn't want things to get out of hand. For Harry, the spell was ideal for what he had in mind. It would take some time, but the wait would be worth it. With the spell being as weak as it was, Emma could easily break it with any strong reservations, so the need to get rid of Dan was still there.
As Harry put the diary down, he heard the shocked voice of Emma call from behind him, "H-Harry, what are you doing here? We weren't expecting you here for a few more days."
Harry turned around and saw a wet, naked Emma Granger. It looked like she had just gotten out of a bath. Looking at the naked woman, and knowing that they were alone, Harry walked around to stand behind her. He reached around and began to play with Emma's breasts, "I came to see if you were back yet."
"Pl-please stop, Harry. I-I told you we can't do this," Emma weakly protested, either unwilling or unable to pull away from the boy.
"You might say no," Harry smirked as his hand ran down and brushed against her pussy, "but your body and your diary says otherwise."
"My… my diary?" Emma asked in shock.
"I thought it was a notebook you left out to let me know you were back, and where you were," Harry explained, as he pushed his fingers into her, "Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be your diary. I was going to stop once I realized, but then you caught my interest when I saw my name. And guess what I found? You want this, you really want this."
Emma blushed; she was embarrassed at the thought that she left her diary out for anyone to see. What if one of her family members saw it? They would learn what happened between her and Harry.
Knowing she couldn't deny it, she explained between moans of pleasure, "Y-You're right. I do want this, but I'm happily married and have children, I don't want to ruin that. Please, Harry, if you really care about Hermione and Melody, you'll stop this. Please, they'll be back soon, they just went to pick up dinner for us."
As much as Harry hated to admit it, Emma was right. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with the girls - not until he had them as his. Melody was almost there, but Hermione would be more difficult. She was a goody to shoes, so to speak. She had lightened up over the last year, but she still fiercely believe in and followed the rules and the law. Until he could get rid off her old habits, it would be hard to get her completely by his side. To allow himself to get caught now would be bad, so he pulled away. He let go of her with a sigh, "You're right, Emma. I don't want to ruin my friendship with the girls."
"Good… Please, Harry, not a word about this to anyone," Emma pleaded.
"I won't, and I promise not to do this again." Harry told her, mentally adding the caveat of 'for a while at least.' With that, Emma excused herself to get dried and dressed, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts as they waited for the rest of the family to return.
To be Continued!
Author's Note: Here ends the fourth part of The Serpent's Lair Saga, I would like to thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it and spend a few moments to review. I hope you read all of this note, as I would like your feedback on some of these, to help me out in the story. I would like to admit right now that this isn't how I wanted to write the chapter, I wanted it to be more Ember centred, but I was unable to come up with anything, so it turned out this way. So whilst I'm unhappy at how it turned out, and admit not my best, but in the end, I got what I could out of it. This chapter took longer than suspected, as the mood to write was there.
This is the last chapter for a while, as I'm going on holiday on the 17th of this month, and so won't be able to write more until I return. So I hope you like.
Now with this being the last chapter of the summer ones, we'll be seeing Harry's second year coming, with a few twist and turns. So please I would like to hear ideas as to what you would like to happen in the second year, all ideas are welcomed.
A few question I would like your thoughts on:
Should I have the basilisk killed at the end of the saga or not? I say it is more useful dead and being in the money as I think about it. But I would like to hear your thoughts about it, and I'll go with the most outspoken thoughts. (Poll is up so you can vote on my profile and in reviews. I'll leave the poll up for about two/three chapters before I post the results.)
During the second year, what pranks should Harry and the twins pull? I hope you can help with this as I'm wanting a few magical and non-magical ones. Please help me out here, as I'm after some ideas and would like to use some of them soon. I'm now looking for a prank that the Weasley Twins could pull on Harry first, as it'll start off a prank war between the three of them, any ideas please let me know.
Just a reminder, if I get a flame review and they are guests and aren't helpful I'll be removing them. But if they point out a problem that needs to be fixed, or ideas that I could use to make the story better I'll keep them. I'm not against flame reviews, but only if they are helpful and help me to become a better writer. Otherwise I don't want to know about them. Please consider this when reviewing, as I don't want you to waste your time or mine in useless flame reviews that if not going to be helpful aren't going to be seen.
I would like to announce that unless you have my alerts for new stories, I have posted a new story. This one is a Fairy Tail/Overlord story, where Natsu is the Overlord. I won't say much, as I want you to read it for yourself, but it is an Evil/Harem/Powerful/Natsu. This is the chapter I'm working on next until I get a few reviews, seeing if you got any ideas for the future chapters and the next one.
Either way, I would like to thank you once again for reading and I hope you spare a few minutes to leave a review and let me know what you think of the chapter, and any ideas you might have for the future chapters, and any powers you would like to be used in the story.
Next on Rise of Overlord Vulcan: In the next chapter, we'll see Harry and Co boarding the Hogwarts Express, I won't say more so not to spoil the chapter.