The trip to the Burrow had been a quick one. After they had settled in to the packed Weasley home, Ron pulled Harry to one side. He asked Harry to tell him about Slughorn's party and specifically about what had happened between Hermione and McLaggen. Ron seemed deeply concerned about McLaggen's actions and Ron's own failure to deal with his disagreement with Hermione in a more mature. Harry however was thinking about what Snape and Malfoy had snuck away to talk about during the party. He mentioned this to Ron, but he dismissed Harry's worries.
"Snape was probably just trying to find out what Malfoy is planning, is all." said Ron offhandedly.
Harry wasn't pleased with this but decided to let it drop for now. It was almost Christmas and there was plenty to do around the Burrow to get things ready. Mrs Weasley had them helping in the kitchen by cleaning vegetables and then helping hang the Christmas decorations. The work was interrupted by a knock at the door which was opened to reveal Remus Lupin. Harry greeted his former teacher warmly and Lupin returned the sentiments. Harry tried to bring up the subject of Snape and Malfoy again, but Lupin agreed with Ron that Snape was clearly trying to find out Malfoy's plans, an answer that Harry did not want to hear but realised that for now he would have to accept it, especially as he hadn't actually heard anything the pair had said and only seen them walk off together. For all Harry knew perhaps Snape had simply given Malfoy a reprimand for trying to crash Slughorn's party and sneaking around the castle after hours.
As they ate supper, Lupin spoke at length about the mission that he'd been on for the Order. He explained how he'd been trying to get the werewolves on side against Voldemort. He also told them about Fenrir Greyback, the same werewolf that had bitten him as a child. Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to run across Greyback or not. On one hand he felt that Greyback should be stopped given his penchant for attacking children but given the stories Lupin told about about Greyback Harry wasn't sure he felt brave enough to be the one to try and take the werewolf down. However Mrs Weasley had been listening to and insisted that was the end of the stories and that it was time everyone was in bed. With bad grace, they finished their suppers and headed upstairs to bed. Ron and Harry were sharing Ron's room. The lights had been turned out but the two of them continued talking, although they were quick to silence when they heard Mrs Weasley walking in the corridor outside.
Ron asked Harry about his relationship with Daphne and how he'd managed to hook up with her. Harry was embarrassed by this question and admitted to Ron that he wasn't entirely sure exactly how he and Daphne had ended up in bed together.
"Bed!?" asked Ron in surprise. "So did you and she...you know"
"Yes Ron, we had sex." said Harry grinning in the darkness. "And it was bloody brilliant. But what about you and Lavender?"
Ron blushed at this question and even in the dark of the bedroom Harry was sure he could see Ron's cheeks glowing red with embarrassment.
"We've kissed a bit and I've had a squeeze of her tits, but we've never gone any further." admitted Ron.
"Well Lavender does have a great rack." smirked Harry "I bet they'd feel good wrapped around a cock."
Ron joined in with Harry's laughter and this, but he felt his cock twitch at the thought of Lavender naked before him with her tits rubbing around his cock. He was a bit annoyed at sharing a room with Harry as he felt the urge to pull out his cock and have a wank over the image in his mind.
Harry too felt an impulse to jerk his cock. In his mind he could see her there with her mouth around his cock as she sucked deeply on it and making lewd noises as she did so. Then that strange prickle in his scar started again. He shook his head and it seemed to cause whatever the sensation was to pass. He turned his pillow over and gave it a thump before laying his head back down on it. Closing his eyes he smiled as Daphne reappeared in his mind's eye. He settled back into the bed and fell into a happy sleep.
Harry found himself sitting in a chair in a darkened room. From a side door a figure in a flowing white gown with a veil entered with her head bowed. Her blonde hair flowed across her shoulders and Harry found himself smiling at the figure in front of him. There came a strange music from an unknown location, a low pulsing beat that seemed to fill the room. Upon hearing this sound, the girl began to move and sway in rhythm with the music and slowly began to peel away the clothing that covered her body. She moved in such a way as to tease Harry as each time she shed some piece of cloth her movements would hide the revealed flesh from him. She pulled apart the front of her dress allowing her breasts to spring free and her hands flew to her breasts rubbing and squeezing at them which caused a moan of pleasure to escape her lips.
Pulling back the veil, Harry was surprised but pleased to see Daphne's face staring back at him. She turned from him and shimming her shoulders she allowed the dress to fall from her body. She turned her head back to him, lust burning in her eyes. She stood in front of him, naked apart from a small g-string before she launched herself at him. She landed with precision in Harry's lap, her legs thrown over the arms of the chair and her pelvis crushing into Harry's groin. She began to grind herself against him and pulled his face to her breasts. She moaned as Harry's lips closed around one of her sensitive nipples and the tempo of her grinding increased.
"Oh please, please Master! Take me!" she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Harry felt a cruel smirk twist his face as he continued to suckle at Daphne's breast. His cock was as hard as stone and strained against the fabric of the robe he wore. His hand slapped against Daphne's butt drawing a gasp from her and caused her to stop her grinding. She looked down at him, the look of lust in her eye mixed with a little fear. Harry heard her whisper "Again Master."
A second slap, this one harder than the first, stung against Daphne's buttock causing a red hand print to appear on the girl's pale skin. Daphne moaned at the feeling as Harry's hand slapped against her ass a third time.
"Ooh yes Master. I'm a bad girl. Punish me Master." cried Daphne.
Harry responded by throwing Daphne to the ground. She looked up with a mixture of fear and anger at being cast down in this fashion. Harry stood over her and barked out a command. "Turn over."
Daphne moved onto all fours with her backside in the air. Harry's hand moved over the curve of her ass before delivering another stinging slap. Daphne moaned at this and Harry continued, the feeling of power he had filled his being. Daphne began pushing he ass back towards Harry, he desire to take him inside her obvious. Harry grinned and pulled his robe over his head. His cock sprung free and stood out from his body, hard and proud. His fingers wrapped around the G-string that Daphne wore and in a single violent jerk he pulled the thin fabric from her body. Leaping like an animal he was on her and entered her swiftly. Daphne screamed in pleasure at the feeling of him inside her.
Harry slammed his cock deep into Daphne's waiting pussy with all the force he could muster. She screamed and moaned at each thrust and Harry felt a strange power flowing through him as he pounded into Daphne over and over. The sounds the girl made encouraged Harry to continue to screw Daphne with all his might. He curled her long, flowing golden locks in his hands and roughly pulled back causing Daphne's body to lift backwards towards him and few cries to spring from her lips. Harry began to make low animalistic grunts, enjoying the feeling of Daphne's tight hole as it squeezed around his cock.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" screamed Daphne "Oh god! You're so deep in me! Oh! Oh! Fuuuuuuuck!"
Daphne's orgasm tore through her slight frame like a bomb. Flames of passion and lust burned through her and her body spasmed at the sensations racing through her. Harry however was not done yet. He had only just begun with the exhausted girl and pulled his cock from her pussy causing fresh shudders to shake Daphne's body. He looked down at Daphne's tight little asshole and then at this cock that was slick with Daphne's juices and aimed his weapon at her puckered hole. Daphne felt the pressure pushing at her exposed arse but before she could say anything Harry had buried himself deep in her. She screamed at the intrusion and felt Harry's cock burning as it opened her up with slow, hard thrusts. She tried to relax and attempted to better accommodate the meat being pushed up her tightest of entrances. Soon the rhythm of Harry's movements and her own previous arousal began to allow her to enjoy the feeling of him in her ass.
"Mmm, slower please." she begged hoping that would allow some of the pain to subside.
"I will do as I deem fit." came Harry's reply in a cold voice that Harry didn't recognise as his own.
He continued his assault on Daphne's ass. He was close to cumming and he would not be denied this release. Harder and faster he slammed himself into her. Louder and more desperate came her cries; half pain, half pleasure the sound filled the chamber to the rafters. Harry threw his head back and roared as he came, shooting deep into Daphne's hole causing fresh cries to escape her lips as she felt him. As Harry raised his head back to it's normal position he caught sight of the pair of them in a half covered mirror. The shadows in the room prevented him seeing their reflections properly but as his eyes met those of his reflection he was shocked to see glowing red slits instead of his normal green.
Harry shot bolt upright and found himself in the bedroom he was sharing with Ron in the Burrow. Sweat poured from his head and his sheets were soaked in it. Had that really happened? Did Voldemort have Daphne? A thousand and one questions raced through Harry's brain as he moved over to Ron's bed and shook him awake.
"Wah..What's going on?" asked a groggy Ron. Turning to look at Harry's face, Ron was quickly woken by the shaken look on his friend's face. Harry sat on the floor and explained what he'd seen. Ron listened in growing shock to his friend's story. He didn't speak until Harry had finished speaking.
"But how could...You Know Who have gotten hold of Daphne?" asked Ron. "Do you think it could be like when he showed you those visions of Sirius?"
The mention of his godfather caused a lump to rise in Harry's throat. But he powered on through.
"I need to speak to her." said Harry heading for the door. Grabbing some parchment and his pen he headed downstairs to the shed where Hedwig was staying. Unfortunately Hedwig was out hunting but this gave him enough time to write a quick note to Daphne. He said nothing of the dream, but he did say that he needed to speak to her as soon as possible. As he finished the note Hedwig flew in through the window, a field mouse in her beak.
"Put that down, I need you to take this letter to Daphne as quickly as you can." Harry said.
Hedwig clicked her beak in mild annoyance but stood still to allow Harry to attach the letter. With a friendly nip to his fingers she flew out the window and into the night. Harry slouched back to the house and up to the bedroom. Ron had fallen back asleep and was quietly snoring. Harry didn't feel in the mood to wake him so lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling trying to gather his thoughts. After awhile he fell back into a fitful, dreamless sleep.
Harry woke a few hours later to a tapping on the window. Hedwig fluttered there and Harry bounded across the room and flung the window open. Hedwig flew in and landed on Ron's bed and hooted happily, a letter from Daphne tied to her leg. Harry pulled the letter free and stroked Hedwig's head in gratitude. Quickly opening the letter he sat down to read it. She was concerned at the tone of his note and agreed that if he was so desperate to speak with her that he should go down to the Weasley's fireplace and use the Floo network.
As it was still early, the normally busy house was still in a state of rest. Harry moved as quietly as he could so as to not wake any of the other people in the house and expeditiously grabbed the floo powder and threw some on the fire. It took a few moments but suddenly the face of Daphne appeared before him in the flames. She smiled and wished him a happy christmas. Harry returned the greeting but was unable to keep the concern out of his voice. Enquiring what was had upset him so, Harry proceeded to tell her the story of his dream and the fact that some how he could see into Voldemort's mind at certain times. Harry also told her of how Voldemort had once used false images of his godfather to trick Harry, to which Daphne gasped in shock but she reached out through the flames and caressed Harry's cheek.
"I think I understand why you were so worried. But I promise you that I'm fine. I'm safe with at my parents house." Daphne said as reassuringly as she could. "I promise that I'll do my best to stay that way until we see each other back at Hogwarts. And given we didn't have time to get each other gifts before Christmas, I've got something special planned for just that moment."
She turned suddenly at a noise behind her.
"Sorry Harry, I've got to go. My parents are waking up. I'll see you back at Hogwarts, lover." and with that she pushed forward and kissed him on the lips and was suddenly gone.
Harry sat back on his haunches and thought about what she had said. He was relieved to hear from her and more especially to hear that she was safe and sound. He felt himself relax and he stood to make his way back up to Ron's room to wake him so they could begin the celebration of Christmas.
Daphne sat with her head bowed, wringing her hands nervously. Her father and mother stood across the room from her, cold stares emanating from both parents were aimed at their eldest daughter.
"Does the Dark Lord's plan proceed as ordered, daughter?" asked her father, his stern voice ringing around the room. "You have been given a great role by our Master. Your mother and I were most please when you were chosen."
"Yes father." said Daphne, her head still bowed. "I will win the heart of Harry Potter and then break it, just as the Dark Lord commands."
She shifted uncomfortably on the seat. The knowledge that Harry had imparted to her and the concern he'd shown for her had left her slightly confused. She also felt dirty in the way she'd been forced to submit to him. She shuddered at the thought of him touching her knowing that it would not be the last time she would have to endure such indignities again. Her parent's seemed satisfied with her answers and allowed her to return to her room. She fell on the bed and felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She screwed her eyes tight and tried as hard as she could and tried to block out the thoughts and memories. But try as she might, the image of Harry's face and the gentle way he held her kept coming back to her. She held on to those fleeting moments as though they could shield her from the terrible things that she knew where in store. She lay back on the bed and felt the tears run down her cheeks and wished that she was with Harry with his arms around her.