Harry
Harry's mind was still numb after what happened to Professor McGonagall. No matter how hard he tried to process the events with McGonagall, Harry still couldn't believe what he had lived with his Professor of Transfiguration.
The hot water ran over her body, washing away any smell of McGonagall's fluids; she could have restored Harry's clothes, smoothed his robes and polished his shoes. But she had not eliminated the smell of urine, saliva, and vaginal juices from Harry's body.
So, Harry had had to walk through the halls of the school smelling like urine and vaginal juices, until he arrived at his dormitory. The beautiful woman had said many things that had hurt Harry, but in the end, those hurtful words where true. Harry had always heard stories about his parents.
"Your father was an excellent player, your father was the best in DADA, Transfiguration and Ancient Runes classes, your father did this..." Harry remembered how his godfather and Moony spoke highly of his father. But what they talked about most was his mother. "Your mother was the best woman I ever met; she was charming, intelligent, the best witch in all of Hogwarts; in her time there was no person who could equal her.
"Why I didn't get any talent from my parents?" Harry thought with sadness. When he learned that he was a wizard, it had been the best thing in his life. But since then, Harry had not achieved anything, except to get into trouble, and every end of the year go to the infirmary for some injury in his body.
Harry's grades were mediocre, and that was something he was well aware of; after all Harry had chosen Divination as an elective because it was easy.
In most of his classes Harry had barely passed with very poor grades, which would certainly have embarrassed his parents.
Speaking of them, Harry had been shocked by McGonagall's declarations, " Your parents and your grandfather enjoyed eating my pussy, my asshole and worshipping my feet." McGonagall had said, Harry had wanted to ask more questions about how his parents had ended up being dominated by McGonagall and why his grandfather had also been the pet of the Transfiguration professor?
Harry's cock twitched, remembering the taste of McGonagall's pussy. Harry took a shaky breath fighting the impulse to masturbate. "Why do I listen to her?" Harry asked, watching his cock throb. "Is there no way for her to know that I've masturbated?".
Suddenly the memory of her heel crushing his testicles and the whip against his back came to his mind. "I'd better not make her mad, after all she found out that I had a crush on her," Harry said to himself, opening the cold water and his erection slowly disappeared.
After his shower, Harry prepared to go on with his day, opening his closet and pulling out some clean robes. " Mistress, said she didn't want to see any stains on my robes," Harry thought, seeing how his robes were wrinkled as his shirt.
Harry let out a sigh and cast a charm on himself to iron his robes. He shined his shoes, and finally Harry walked out of Gryffindor Tower, as he descended the stairs; everyone was looking at him like Harry was some kind of leper; some seventh-year students who were there, hurled insults at him. "You suck, Potter!" they said, upset.
Harry just ignored them and headed to his next class, which was Potions. His last two classes were Divination and Herbology. And Harry did his best to get full marks on his assignments. And the effort and McGonagall's punishment had definitely worked. Harry looked at his E in Potions, an E+ in Herbology, and O in Divination.
Harry smiled proudly, most of the time his homework received only A's, but this time in his class with Snape, the professor did not reprimand him. Harry paid attention and he did everything the professor told him to do. Luckily for Harry, Susan Bones had agreed to be his partner, when no Gryffindor had wanted to, not even Neville, since he had given in to the pressure to ignore Harry.
Harry had been hurt by the way Hermione had ignored him all this time. Harry had believed that Hermione would believe in him, because Hermione had always been known for her own judgment and not being easily influenced by the opinions of others. But ever since Harry's name had come out of the goblet, Hermione had distanced herself from him, and the last time she spoke to Harry was to question him about why he had put her name on the goblet.
Harry sighed and rested his head on the table. It was five o'clock in the afternoon and he only had three hours left to find out what his first task would be. "The answer has always been close to you," Harry remembered what his Mistress had told him.
" How can it be close to me if in all this time I haven't been able to figure out what it is", Harry thought, letting out a tired sigh. Harry slouched over for a second to rest his back. Being with his back straight all day was starting to hurt.
Harry watched as Diggory entered the library and approached Mrs. Pince. "Excuse me?" Harry observed how Diggory asked the Hogwarts librarian something, the Hogwarts champion was holding a letter in his hands which he took very carefully.
"In corridor seven," Mrs. Pince replied.
"Thank you very much," Diggory said, Harry saw how the Hufflepuff looked relieved.
" What is he doing here?" Harry wondered.
"You have to learn how to get information if you want to survive this tourney," he remembered from his Mistress.
Harry wished he had his father's cloak right now; he quietly rose from his seat and sneakily began to spy Diggory, as the seventh year reached aisle seven. the Hufflepuff began to desperately search for a book. "Where is it, where is it?" Diggory muttered desperately.
Harry sat down in a chair at the back, where Diggory couldn't see him, and watched his competitor. "Here it is!" Diggory exclaimed, loudly.
Mrs. Pince scolded Diggory. " No shouting in the library, young man!". pointed out Pince. And Diggory blushed slightly.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Pince," Diggory apologized.
The librarian left, Diggory picked up the book from the shelf and started flipping through it; from his perspective. Harry couldn't read the title of the book properly. Diggory flipped through the book until he stopped abruptly. Cedric's face drained of color and he turned pale.
Whatever Cedric might have read, it seemed to have scared him. "It can't be true," Cedric muttered.
Harry stupidly failed to notice that there was a book on the edge of the table, and with his elbow, he pushed it, causing the book to fall to the floor, causing a clatter in the library. The thud echoed throughout the room and startled Diggory, who looked at Harry.
Cedric held the book jealously against his chest. "I have to go," Cedric said, running to Mrs. Pince. "I'll take this book with me."
"He knows it." Harry thought.
The librarian just nodded. "Return it in three days or you will be punished," Irma Pince warned.
"Of course, Mrs. Pince," Cedric assured, before leaving the library.
"Shit, if I hadn't made a noise, maybe Cedric wouldn't have taken the book, Harry thought, cursing himself internally.
Harry quickly walked over to the bookshelf to see if he could find out which book Cedric had taken. Harry searched through all the books on the shelf, but couldn't find out exactly which book Cedric took. His only chance to find out what the first task was gone with Cedric.
Harry sighed and turned to Mrs. Pince to ask her what book Diggory had taken. "Mrs. Pince?" Harry said, getting the librarian's attention.
"What is it, Mr. Potter?" Mrs. Pince asked.
"I was wondering which book Diggory took a moment ago?" Harry asked, waiting for Mrs. Pince to answer.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know what book Mr. Diggory took, he's a student who comes here regularly and Mr. Diggory is part of a list of students who can take any book allowed for students without having to go through review," Mrs. Pince explained.
Harry damned his luck once again. "Can you at least tell me about what theme he was looking for?". Harry asked again.
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you what subject Mr. Diggory was looking for, Mr. Potter." Apologize to the librarian.
"But why?" Harry asked, indignant.
"Any information I tell you about another champion might help you to figure out what your first task will be in the tourney, which is against the rules," Mrs. Pince explained.
That seemed pretty stupid to Harry, because Mrs. Pince had told Diggory where to find the book to find out what the first task was about. "But you told Diggory where to find the book he was looking for! Wasn't that supposed to help him?" questioned Harry, annoyed.
Mrs. Pince shot him a sharp look. "Mr. Diggory came to me asking me to tell him where to find a certain type of subject, you come here asking me to tell you what Mr. Diggory wanted, which I can't do," Mrs. Pince said again.
Harry merely nodded defeatedly. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Pince," Harry thanked, leaving the library.
Harry cast the tempus spell to find out how long before dinner and saw that it was six-thirty. Stressed and in low spirits, Harry walked aimlessly around the castle. "That was my bloody chance to find out what the damn task was all about," Harry thought, bitterly. "But who told Diggory how to discover the first task?"
Professor McGonagall had told him that all the champions had received help from their professors; perhaps Professor Sprout was helping Cedric. Harry didn't think the Hufflepuff Head of House would be willing to help Cedric. Harry forgot who Cedric might be helping and concentrated on what might be the first task.
"Whatever Cedric had read made him turn pale, so it must have been a tough task, too difficult from Cedric's reaction" Harry thought.
But what could it be? From what he had heard from Ron, in the Triwizard Tournament most of the participants died, Harry knew that Hermione had once mentioned the tournament in one of the Hogwarts History quotes, but Harry couldn't remember.
To get some peace, Harry walked to the Astronomy Tower. Harry watched from the top, as darkness flooded the school, and only the torches illuminated the outside of the castle.
Harry reviewed once again what his Mistress had told him, "Could it have been the library," Harry asked himself. "No, that doesn't make sense, the library is nowhere near me, it must be something else."
Luckily, it came to his mind what Hermione had said about the tournament. "In 1792, as the first task the three future headmasters of Durmstrang, Beuxbatons and Hogwarts joined together and released a basilisk so the champions could capture the basilisk," Harry remembered, what Hermione had told them.
Like Cedric, the color in Harry's face vanished at the idea of having to capture a basilisk. Might it be a basilisk that they had to deal with? The idea terrified Harry, who by pure chance had managed to kill the basilisk in the chamber of secrets.
" The answer has been close to you all along."
Harry shook his head, hoping it was a lie, that his first task wasn't having to defeat a basilisk. "It must be, what other creature would make Cedric lose all the color in his face?" thought Harry.
Believing he had figured out the first task, Harry made his way to his Mistress' office to tell her that he had discovered that the first task was to capture a basilisk. Harry went downstairs quickly because the clock showed that it was seven-twenty in the evening, and dinner would be served soon.
Harry walked through the almost deserted corridors as most of the students were heading to the great hall or were in their common room. on the other hand, Harry was forced to listen to the insults of the students, calling him a cheater or that he was disgusting. Others wished he would lose the tournament or quit. Harry ignored them as usual and continued on his way.
As Harry turned in a hallway, he collided with two people. "Ouch!" Harry groaned, crashing into the other person. Harry's glasses fell off and he didn't see who he crashed into. "Sorry, I didn't see you."
"No problem," a woman's honeyed voice replied.
"Here you go, Harry." Replied in another voice, which sounded familiar to Harry.
Harry looked at Ginny, who had a deep blush on her face. "Thanks, Gin," Harry thanked Ron's sister. "I'm sorry I crashed into you..." Harry apologized, and looked at Ginny for her friend's name.
"T- This is Luna Lovegood, H- Harry, she's in my year," Ginny replied, with great embarrassment as she spoke to Harry.
"Nice to meet you, Harry Potter," Luna greeted, with a smile.
"The pleasure is mine, if you'll excuse me, I have to go," said Harry, hurriedly. Harry continued on his way and slowly listened to Ginny and Luna's talk.
"The answer has always been close to you," Harry reminded once again.
"All the participants have died in the tournament..."
Harry suddenly stopped walking; could it be what he was thinking. "Ginny!", Harry exclaimed, turning around. Ginny and Luna stopped walking and looked up at Harry.
Harry ran to Ginny; this was his last chance. "Wh-what's the matter, Harry?" Ginny asked, red as a tomato.
"Your brother!" Harry said.
Ginny frowned. "What's wrong with Ron?" Ginny said, upset with her brother.
Harry shook his head. "No, not Ron, Charlie has sent you a letter?" Harry asked hopefully.
Ginny was thoughtful for a few seconds. "Yes, Charlie sent Ron a letter few days ago, he wouldn't tell me what the letter said," Ginny said of Upset.
That was all Harry needed to confirm her suspicions. "Dragons," Harry muttered.
"What?" asked Ginny, confused.
"Dragons! That's the first task," exclaimed Harry.
Harry ran away from Ginny and Luna and ran towards McGonagall's office.
Harry arrived at McGonagall's office and stood up straight and made sure his clothes were clean as well as his shoes. Harry knocked twice on his mistress's door, and it was only fifteen minutes before dinner was to begin.
"Come in," McGonagall said from the other side.
Harry slowly opened the door and watched his professor read some papers. "I've figured it out," Harry said, proudly.
Minerva stopped reading her papers and looked at Harry seriously. " Oh, really?" Minerva asked, indifferent. Harry nodded nervously. "Can you tell me what your first task is?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Dragons! They're dragons," Harry replied, worried...
Ginny
"Harry seemed very worried knowing he was going to face a dragon," Luna pointed out. "I don't think Harry is stupid."
"Because he isn't," Ginny declared, red with embarrassment. "You don't have to be blind to know that Harry doesn't want to participate in this tourney, every year since I've known him, he gets into trouble that he's not looking for. But apparently Hermione and Ron think Harry entered into the tourney cheating."
Ginny said goodbye to Luna and they headed to their tables. Ginny lost her appetite when Harry said the first task was dragons, and she had been angry when she found out that Charlie had probably told Ron. Ginny looked at her brother who was sitting next to Hermione and Neville.
Ron was eating as much as his mouth would allow; with one hand he was holding a piece of chicken; with the other a large spoonful of pureed potatoes; on the other hand, Hermione was barely touching her food and just looking around, perhaps looking for Harry. "You knew!" Ginny exclaimed, annoyed with Ron.
Everyone at the Gryffindor table turned to look at her. "Mhhh! Humm!" groaned Ron, choking on his food, desperately. Ron picked up his cup and brought it to his mouth; he took a large gulp of pumpkin juice.
"What's wrong with you, Ginny? I almost drowned!" Ron exclaimed upset, everyone at the Slytherin table and a few Gryffindors laughed at Ron.
"Don't pretend dementia, Ronald, you knew. You knew from the letter Charlie sent," Ginny said, not wishing everyone at the table knew what the first task was about.
Ron's ears turned as red as his hair, and Hermione didn't know where to hide. "Who told you that!" Ron demanded.
"Harry, you should have told him! He's our friend and you kept it from him," Ginny declared, struggling against tears of rage.
"He's a participant! Potter must find out on his own what his task is!" Ron assured angrily.
Ginny looked at Hermione. "And you knew that too, Granger," Ginny accused, pointing at Hermione.
"Ginny, I," Hermione, wanted to excuse herself, but Ginny didn't allow her to.
"You were supposed to be the most reasonable of the three, and you've turned out to be just as disgusting as Ron," Ginny said angrily.
George and Fred came over as they saw all the commotion that was happening. "What's going on?" Fred asked.
"Your brother and Granger here knew about the first task and they didn't want to tell Harry," Ginny explained.
Fred and George glared at Ron with their glares. "You didn't tell him!" said the twins in unison.
Ginny wasted no more time and went in search of Harry to talk to him, there were only a few days left before Harry was to face the first task...
Minerva
Minerva had not believed that Potter could figure out what the first task was, but apparently the boy had actually done it. "Congratulations, Mr. Potter, I must say I didn't expect you to be able to figure it out due to your stupidity," Minerva confessed. Potter blushed and looked at the floor. "But tell me, how did you manage it?"
"I was in the library investigating, but no matter how hard I searched I couldn't find anything," Potter explained, Minerva listened attentively. "It wasn't until Cedric Diggory went into the library and looked for a book that I got an idea. Diggory read something in a book that terrified him. I couldn't figure out what book it was, but from his reaction it must have been something very dangerous. Then I remembered when Hermione had told us that in 1792 the first task was to capture a basilisk; then I remembered that Ginny's brother Charlie worked with dragons. So, I asked her if Charlie had written to them and it turned out he had.
Minerva nodded. "I'm impressed, Mr. Potter, but you could have done better," Minerva said, calmly. "You could have used our invisibility cloak and spied on Mr. Diggory."
Potter merely blushed. "I didn't have my cloak nearby, Mistress," Potter said.
Minerva said nothing after that and continued grading the first year's homework, after fifteen minutes. Minerva finished with her work and looked at Potter, who was still standing right there.
" Now that you have completed the task I gave you, you need to prepare for tomorrow's task. Now that you know what you are facing, you will research everything about dragons, I want you to investigate their strengths and weaknesses" Minerva ordered, looking at Potter.
James and Lily's son nodded. "Very well then. II heard that you don't sleep in your dormitory anymore." Minerva said, smiling mockingly
Potter nodded, my housemates had kicked me out, they said they didn't want to sleep close to a cheater, so I've been sleeping in the common room, Potter explained, Minerva was very disappointed of her lions.
"Well, this afternoon I told you I would give you a reward" Minerva began. Potter nodded. Minerva watched how the boy was starting to get hard. "Your reward will be to sleep in my chambers."
Potter's eyes sparkled with astonishment. "Now we'd better go before it gets dark" Minerva said, and with her wand she made appear chain with a black leather necklace.
Potter seemed to intuit what was coming. "Now, Mr. Potter, as my new dog, I will take you for a walk," Minerva said, walking towards Potter, her heels echoing with every step. "Now get naked."
Potter looked at her hesitantly. "That will be no dangerous, Mistress, someone might see us," Potter said.
Minerva rolled her eyes at the boy's stupid words. "I didn't ask for your opinion, Potter, do what I order you before I punish you," Minerva exclaimed.
Potter nodded and quickly began to undress. "I'm sorry, Mistress!" pleaded Potter.
Minerva smiled at the boy's submission. "Very good, dog," Minerva complimented, watching as the teenager removed his pants and revealed his huge, fat cock, elegantly Minerva walked over to the boy who had finished undressing and was looking nervously at Minerva.
"See, it was that simple," said Minerva tracing her fingernails across Potter's chest; the boy shivered at Minerva's touch and his skin bristled. "Now, where do I put the chain on you...maybe on your neck." Minerva's nails traced across Potter's chest to his neck, leaving red marks, one sharp fingernail she placed on the boy's jugular vein, feeling his heartbeat.
"Mistress," Potter sighed, feeling Minerva close to him.
Minerva smiled and pressed her body closer to Potter. "What's the matter, dog?" She asked Minerva, pressing her breast against Potter's back. "Do you want to say something?" Minerva questioned, whispering in his ear.
Potter let out a pathetic moan. "N-No, Mistress," Potter said huskily.
"Perfect!" said Minerva, dragging her nails down to his dick and holding it between her hand.
"Ahgh! Mistress," Potter moaned, feeling Minerva's warm hand around his cock.
"Now, you will walk naked around the castle with a strap around your cock, it will be better if you don't moan like pathetic, you wouldn't want us to get caught?" Minerva said, sliding her hand up and down masturbating him.
Minerva could feel her pussy dripping and trembling at the feel of such a cock in her hand. "Will you be good, dog and will you stay quiet?" Minerva asked, whispering in his ear. His pathetic moans became more audible, and Minerva sped up with her masturbation.
"And... I will keep... Silence," Potter moaned, shivering.
"You can't seem to obey a simple order because you keep moaning like a fucking pig. And the more you moan, the faster I'll go, until you spill your filthy cum all over the floor, and I'll force you to clean it up with your tongue, and finally I'll whip you until your ass bleeds," Minerva threatens, who could feel the precum oozing out of Potter's cock and slipping through her fingers.
Potter gradually stopped moaning; the boy began to concentrate until at last he was silent. Minerva smiled and slowed her pace, but this time she made it slow and torturous for him, resuming masturbation with his precum as a lube. "What's wrong Potter? don't you like the way I do it? Don't you like my hot hand around your cock? Don't you wish me to continue? Don't you want to feel my lips around your fat cock? Feel my wet and tight throat? Imagine the sensation", Minerva whispered, biting Potter's ear and kissing his cheek to the corner of his lips.
Minerva felt Potter's jaw clench; she thought his teeth were going to break. But to Minerva's surprise, Potter recovered his composure, she smiled and with her fingernail she picked up the precum from Potter's dick to its base, the sensation must have been very pleasant for Potter, because he let out a moan of pain and pleasure when Minerva pricked the tip of his cock with her fingernail.
"Look what we have here" murmured Minerva, seeing the precum running down her finger. Potter looked into her eyes and Minerva smiled wickedly.
She took her finger to her mouth, and without taking her eyes from Potter's eyes, she licked his precum, the taste in her mouth made her moan. Minerva licked her finger erotically. "Delicious" Minerva moaned, making Potter blush.
And without Potter noticing, Minerva, with wandless magic, made the leash wrap around Potter's cock. The black leather wrapped around the base so that only the tip of Potter's cock was visible. "Ugh" Potter screamed, feeling the cold leather wrapped around his cock.
"Did something happen?" Minerva asked, pretending ignorance.
Potter didn't say anything, and just took a heavy breath and let out choked moans. Minerva wasted no more time and walked to the door pulling the chain, Potter staggered in surprise, but soon regained his composure.
They left her office and walked through the hallway on the first floor; fortunately, there was no portrait on the walls, so Minerva's perversion could be done. Minerva, she remembered when she used to take James and Lily for walks around the castle completely naked, and she using her leather suit or her black silk suit that left nothing to the imagination with her high heels that resounded in the castle walls in the late hours of the night.
Minerva would need to get Potter a girlfriend; she looked back at Potter who was nervously looking around. Minerva stopped her walk and Potter looked at her with worry.
"Do you want to say something, dog?" She asked, looking with amusement at Potter, who had his eyes wide in a funny way.
"Nothing, Mistress," Potter replied.
Minerva walked towards him, making the boy get more nervous. "You look like you're afraid someone will catch us, " Minerva said, tracing her nails down Potter's body again. "Don't you think it would be horny, if a colleague of yours came and saw you like this?" Minerva asked, stroking his dick with her nails.
Potter didn't know what to answer because he was concentrating on not cumming. "I made you a question," Minerva said, grabbing Potter's testicles and squeezing them.
"No!" shouted Potter, his suffering amused Minerva.
"Wouldn't you like that Granger was here and saw your cock? Or maybe Miss Chang," Minerva said, stroking his testicles. At the name of young Chang, Potter blushed. "I knew you were an exhibitionist dog.
Minerva moved away from him and they continued their walk when they reached the end of the corridor. Minerva heard footsteps. Minerva looked at Potter, and he paled at the sound. Minerva smiled and signaled him to be quiet, each time the footsteps came closer and closer and Potter had a horrified expression on his face. Without saying a word and with just the wave of her wand, Minerva cast the invisibility charm on Potter without him noticing.
A moment later, Ginerva Weasley appeared and stopped abruptly; when she saw Minerva, she felt Potter's body crash against her back. "Why aren't you in the Great Hall, Ms. Weasley?" Minerva asked.
"Professor!" Ginerva shrieked. "I'm looking for Harry."
Minerva raised her eyebrow in intrigue. "What do you wish, Mr. Potter?" asked Minerva. She knew that Ginerva had a crush on Potter.
The young Weasley blushed. "It's about... Harry told me that he found out it's his first assignment, my brother got a letter from our brother Charlie telling him that the first task was about dragons. I want to help Harry," Ginerva explained, very embarrassed.
Minerva smiled, maybe she had already found the perfect girlfriend for Potter. Ginerva was a pretty girl with ivory skin, red hair like Lily, and a svelte body. "I'm afraid I haven't seen Mr. Potter" Minerva lied. The young Weasley looked disappointed. "I suggest you return to the Great Hall, Ms. Weasley, I'm sure Mr. Potter would prefer to be alone in these moments.
Ginerva seemed to want to say something else. "All right, Professor, have a good night," Ginerva said. Minera nodded and watched as the young girl turned around and walked back to the Great Hall. Minerva looked at Ginerva's ass and licked her lips.
With a wave of her wand, she undid the charm, and Potter appeared naked. Minerva heard him let out a breath of relief. "It seems that your number one fan wants to help you, Mr. Potter," Minerva pointed out, making her apprentice blush.
The rest of the walk was easy. Minerva teased Potter making him believe that someone was approaching. She also pulled the chain, making him moan. When they arrived at Minerva's rooms.
Potter was amazed when he saw her rooms; each professor had their own personal rooms near their house; so, if a student was injured or there was a problem, the head of house could arrive in minutes.
Minerva's rooms were one of the biggest in Hogwarts; just when they entered, Minerva and her dog were welcomed by a fancy furnished living room and chimney; on the walls there were photos of Minerva's youth; the furniture was very expensive and luxurious. On the wall of the chimney there was a large portrait of Minerva.
It was a portrait of Minerva in her youth, wearing black robes that hugged her body; a pair of elbow-length white gloves, and a black hat. Minerva looked at Potter, who looked in amazement at the portrait in movement. Minerva's portrait smiled coquettishly at him, winked at Potter, and threw him a kiss.
"Do you like it," Minerva asked.
"You look beautiful," Harry muttered, still staring at the portrait.
"I know, it was when I was twenty, your grandfather took the photo and gave it to me as a gift," Minerva said, remembering that night in Zurich with Charlus a week before he married his wife.
"That door over there leads to the kitchen, from today you will get up at five o'clock in the morning to prepare my coffee and breakfast; at six o'clock you will have to be clean and in your robes. You will also list my robes, along with my stockings and heels. At half past six you will wake me up by eating my pussy." Minerva explained, and the boy nodded. "I'm sure that you had a similar method with your relatives."
Potter nodded. "My day started at four in the morning to do chores around the house and prepare breakfast. For my uncle, who was leaving for work at six in the morning" Potter explained.
Minerva nodded. "Now follow me," Minerva led him to the second floor, where the bathroom and bedrooms were. "That door over there leads to the bathroom and this one over here to my private study, which you are not allowed to enter."
Potter nodded. "And this one here will be your room from now on," Minerva said.
Minerva opened the door and gave way to his bedroom; his room was large and had a set of red and gold couches in honor of her house. In the center was a mahogany coffee table with a teapot. Then there was her bed with sheets of the same red color; the canopy of the bed had red curtains with gold embroidery.
In front of the bed was a window with a view to the Quidditch field. "This is my closet, these are the robes that I wear during the weeks and his pair of stockings," Minerva explained. Potter paying attention, without wanting to lose any detail.
Where do I sleep, Mistress?" Potter asked. After Minerva explained how his life would be from now on.
" You don't have to worry about that," Minerva assured him.
"With you in the bed?" Potter asked, and Minerva let out a laugh at the stupidity, he said.
"Do you think I would let a dog like you sleep next to me?" Minerva mocked, sitting down at the foot of the bed; the boy blushed.
"No, Mistress," Potter replied. Minerva pulled off her heels and stretched her feet.
"No of course not, your bed will be this one," Minerva said, waving her wand, and at the side of her bed she made it appear like a dog bed. "This will be your bed; prove to me that you are worthy of sleeping with a goddess like me, and perhaps I will reconsider letting you sleep in my bed.
Potter nodded. "Now come here, stupid dog," Minerva said, motioning for him to kneel.
Potter slowly approached towards her, and when the boy was in front of her, Minerva stretched out her feet and took his cock between her feet. "Look at this," Minerva said, tracing her foot from Potter's balls to his tip. "Who knew that you had a big cock?"
Potter moaned when Minerva with her toes squeezed the head of his cock. "Th-thank you, Mistress," Potter moaned.
"You have your grandfather's cock" Minerva confessed, massaging his head with the sole of her foot and with the other foot gently kicking his balls. "On the other hand, your father had a medium-sized cock, very hardly able to satisfy your mother, so often I had to be the one to make your mother cum."
Minerva placed both feet on the base of his cock and began to masturbate him. "I spanked her pussy with my foot and with the other I put it in her mouth," Minerva said, remembering Lily's moans.
"R... Really?" groaned Potter.
Minerva smiled, "Of course, then, with a strap-on I use to fuck her pussy, while with my fingers I stuck them in her tight little asshole, your father just could watch without being able to touch himself, or touch us. Your mother had a tight ass, and when I finished to fuck her, I made her eat my pussy. I use to cum on her beautiful face and my juices soaked her all her face and body. Your mother was such a slut that she licked my arse and pussy at the same time," Minerva said. "You know, little dog, today you proved that you can accomplish whatever one tells you to, your methods may be mediocre, but we can improve on that. Maybe I will be merciful and make you cum, do you want to cum, pig?"
Minerva's feet increased their speed. "Y-Yes!" Potter moaned.
"Really, do you want to spill your filthy seed all over my feet? Do you want to see your own useless semen ran down my beautiful little feet?" Minerva asked.
"Yes, I want to cum!" Potter begged, Minerva smiled mischievously, and abruptly stopped masturbating him. Potter let out a pathetic sound of disappointment. Minerva with her hand grabbed Potter's cock and squeezed the tip of his cock, so he wouldn't cum. She could feel his cock twitching and throbbing in her palm of her hand.
"Shh, easy, easy Mr. Potter," Minerva whispered, still holding his base, Potter was breathing heavily. "You can't cum yet, you will when I allow it," she said.
Minerva gave him a few gentle pumps and slowly released his cock, it was red, swollen and throbbing. Minerva's mouth watered, wanting to suck it and take it into her pussy.
Minerva stood up and walked over to her cabinet and served herself a glass of whiskey. "Your confrontation against the dragon is in a week, so you are forbidden to masturbate, doing it would make your performance decline in the competition" Minerva explained, raising the glass to her mouth; the bitter taste of whiskey rasped down her throat.
"But how am I supposed to focus if I'm like this?" Potter asked. pointing to his cock that was begging to cum.
Minerva frowned. "Don't question my methods, Mr. Potter, I did this exercise with your grandfather and father when they were quidditch players, and believe me it works," Minerva said.
Potter merely nodded. Minerva was interrupted when a silver phoenix came through her window. "Dear Minerva, would you do us the favor of joining us in my office? I'm afraid there are certain things about the tournament we need to discuss" Albus' voice explained.
Minerva rolled her eyes. "I'm afraid I'll have to leave you alone, dog, I hope and when I return you've made some dinner, I'm afraid I'm hungry and because of you I haven't had dinner" Minerva ordered. As she slipped her perfect and beautiful feet into her heels.
"Of course, Mistress," Potter replied.
Minerva went downstairs and her dog came after her to see her off. As Minerva was about to leave, her dog called out to her. "Uh, sorry Mistress, but you could please give me some clothes?" Potter asked.
Minerva just looked at him. "When have you seen a dog wearing clothes?" that was all Minerva said, before leaving...
When Minerva arrived at the reunion, the professors and headmasters of the four champions were in Albus' office. "Ah, Minerva, I'm glad you've here," Albus said.
Minerva took a seat next to Headmistress Maxine and Sprout. "What is the motive for this reunion, Albus?" Minerva asked.
"I have gathered them here to talk about our champions, at the moment two of our four champions have figured out what their first task will be," Albus explained.
"Mr. Diggory has discovered the task thanks to a series of notes I left around him, these notes led him to the library and there he discovered his first task" Sprout explained.
"Krum discovered it thanks to a connection of mine who works with the dragons," Karkarof revealed.
Albus nodded. "That leaves us with two participants who haven't the remotest idea, Madame Maxime, can you tell us why Miss Delacour hasn't discovered the task?" Albus asked.
"I'm afraid Fleur has not yet discovered the student whose brother brought the dragons from Romania," Maxime explained, annoyed, Looking towards Minerva.
Minerva knew that Veela women had the ability to manipulate men. It appeared that the participant Delacour was planning to manipulate Ron or Harry to discover the first task.
"That leaves us with the four and last champion," said Crouch, nervously.
"I'm afraid Mr. Potter doesn't have someone to help him solve his first task," Albus explained.
The two Headmasters of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons looked at Albus and Minerva. "Isn't he your most famous student?" Maxime exclaimed, with her thick French accent. "How is it that no one has helped him?"
"I'm afraid Mr. Potter has been ostracized and the students who were supposed to help him have abandoned him," said Albus.
"What about the professors, aren't there any teachers to help him? Like Professor Sprout or Headmaster Karkarof?" Crouch asked.
"Mr. Potter is not a student of House Slytherin," Severus said, and then kept silent.
Everyone looked at Minerva, who maintained a calm composure. "I'm afraid Mr. Potter already knows the first task," Minerva confessed, and everyone looked at her, confused.
"How?" asked Sprout.
"Mr. Potter discovered a participant go to the library and search a book about magical creatures, there he observed the student discover the task," Minerva said, looking at Sprout. She kept the information about the Weasley girl to herself so Maxime wouldn't find out.
Minerva felt Albus' stare, so she raised her Occlumency shields; she could feel Albus trying to break into her mind. So, she looked straight at Albus, and gave him a pointed look.
Albus just nodded and shrugged his shoulders. "Perfect, there is only a week left until the tournament starts; from now on it is forbidden to help the participants directly and indirectly, anyone caught helping a champion train will be expelled and lose their magic," Crouch explained.
The rest of the reunion centered around how the first event was going to unfold and how the Yule Ball would start later. "That would be all for tonight, Minerva would you please do me a favor and stay," Albus said. She nodded.
"You know very well that I hate when you try see inside of my mind, Albus" Minerva growled, when only she and Albus were left.
"I'm sorry, Minerva, but you surprised me when you talk in favor of Mr. Potter, I didn't know you would help him, after all, you made it clear that the boy was not of your importance," Albus explained.
Minerva shrugged. "And he isn't, I'm doing it for his parents and his grandfather," Minerva lied. "I will not let the House of Potter extinct because of the ignorance of one child."
Albus sighed as he stood up and walked to his Phoenix. "The boy will survive, as he always done," Albus assured. Caressing his Phoenix.
"If the boy has survived until today, it has been by pure luck and the help of his friends, who, by the way have now abandoned him" Minerva added.
Fawkes let out an angry trill. "Be that as it may, from now on you can't get involved in Potter's training, the boy will have to survive this tournament on his own," said Albus. stroking his Phoenix's chest.
"As you wish, Albus," Minerva replied. Upset with Albus.
Minerva returned to her room and found her dog serving dinner. "Welcome Mistress, I have prepared dinner as you ordered."
Minerva dined with Potter, who ate on the floor, at the end of dinner. Minerva took him to the shower where the boy ate her pussy. "That's it, bloody dog, lick my asshole" Minerva moaned Minerva, feeling Potter's tongue making his way up her puckered asshole, Potter's nose tickling her pussy.
"Mhhh! Mhhh!" Potter moaned, wanting to catch his breath.
Minerva inserted two fingers inside her dripping pussy, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy making her scream, and grinding her hips on her student's face. "My god what a pig you are licking my asshole, do you like it, pig? Do you like the taste of my little shit hole?" Minerva asked, moving her ass away from Potter's face.
The boy took a breath of air. " "I love it, Mistress," Potter confessed, eager to shove his mouth back into Minerva's asshole. She lifted her hips, forbidding the boy to reach his goal.
"Open your mouth," Minerva ordered, seeing Potter's green eyes full of lust for her.
Potter opened his mouth and Minerva threw a spit that fell into his mouth. Minerva again gathered spit in her mouth, and again threw a spit that landed all over his face. the thick spit blocking Potter's view. "Now you can continue" Minerva ordered, grabbing him by the hair and shoving his mouth into her pussy.
Potter licked her hungrily, in a few hours; the boy had learned how to eat Minerva's pussy; his tongue concentrated on her clit and Minerva let out a gasp. "Fucking dog!" Moaned Minerva wiggling her hips. "Lick me louder! Worship your goddess's cunt!"
Suddenly, Potter began speaking in Parseltongue and Minerva felt her mind banish. " For merlin's sake!" Minerva cried, placing her hands on top of Potter's head. "Look at me pig, watch me cum in you."
Minerva cum with an explosive squirt that hit straight into Potter's mouth and face; the dog continued licking her pussy causing Minerva to shudder uncontrollably. After several minutes, Potter finally stopped attacking her pussy.
"That's enough, Potter," Minerva said, feeling herself faint.
Reluctantly Potter pulled away from her pussy and gave Minerva a breath. "You've done better," Minerva assured, rejoining herself from the edge of the tub.
"I love eating your pussy, Mistress," Potter confessed. With a smile on his face.
Minerva did not say anything and just stood up, when she took the first step, Minerva wobbled and felt Potter's arms around her waist to prevent her from falling. "Are you okay, mistress?" asked Potter worriedly.
Minerva's legs stopped shaking after several seconds. "I feel perfectly fine, Mr. Potter," Minerva said, not wanting to tell him that he had butchered her pussy. "Bring me my bathrobe, dog."
Minerva watched as Potter quickly ran to her robe and handed it to her. The boy's cock was still hard as a rock; she could see with just one touch. Potter would spill all of his semen, and that was something she didn't want.
Minerva slipped her arms through her silk robe, then Potter dried her hair. Minerva could do all this with magic, but where was the fun? When she had a personal slave for herself.
Potter also put lotion on her body and legs; the boy loved her feet. Minerva watched how Potter massaged them with extreme care; his fingers pressed the sole of Minerva's feet, making her moan. When he finished, Minerva ordered Potter to stand up.
The boy didn't hesitate for a second and remained where Minerva ordered him to be. "This, Mr. Potter, I used with your grandfather and father when I wanted them to concentrate on training. I have to say that your grandfather got the worst part of it, because I was young and didn't have the experience that I have now." Minerva began, as she walked to her wand that was on the table.
Minerva took her wand and turned around so Potter wouldn't see what was coming. She traced her wand in the air, whispering the spell, and slowly a twelve-centimeter blue magic bar began to appear on the table. The blue bar had multiple small balls, some smalls, mediums, and big along the length of the shaft. After several minutes the spell was done, Minerva left her wand on the table and took the magic bar.
Minerva turned, and with the bar in her hand walked towards Potter, the boy's eyes opened wide, scared. "This is a spell I learned when I was young, as I told you I used it on your grandfather and your father when there were Quidditch tourneys. This bar will help you don't have erections in a time determined by me. When you finish your first task this bar will disappear and you will be able to have erections again," Minerva explained.
"M- Mistress, is that for sure?" asked Potter, his voice laughing.
Minerva smiled wickedly. "It is if you don't move too much," Minerva said, taking a seat in an armchair in front of Potter. With her finger Minerva gestured for Potter to come closer. "Your grandfather was very obedient, and didn't object, but poor Charlus. I was young and inexperienced and many times I hurt him," Minerva confessed. Remembering all the times she made Charlus scream.
Potter paled at her statement. "But when your father came to me, I already had experience," Minerva confessed. Seeing Potter's big cock, Minerva unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of the majestic cock.
Minerva looked Potter straight in the eyes and put the bar in her mouth and suck it, Minerva's tongue salivating every ball along of the bar. "There are exceptions too, Mr. Potter, if you demonstrate that you are strong enough, you will be able to disappear this bar of your own free will," Minerva explained, her saliva dripping from each ball of the bar.
"Really?" asked Potter.
"Yes," Minerva confessed, taking Potter's cock in her hand, the boy groaned at the touch. "Your father did it once."
Minerva couldn't resist any more and slowly took Potter's cock into her mouth. The sensation of having a dick in her mouth made her moan. Potter howled loudly as he felt Minerva's tongue salivating the entrance of his urethra. "Mistress!" Potter cried.
"I've missed this," Minerva thought, desiring to take his cock deeper into her throat. Minerva traced her tongue along the head of his cock; the taste made her moan and the memory of Charlus and James' cock came to her mind.
After a few seconds of sucking his cock, Minerva released his cock with an audible "pop!". Potter shuddered and moaned at the sensation, an immense amount of saliva ran down Potter's throbbing cock to his balls and ended up on the floor.
"As I told you, your father actually broke the bar once," Minerva said, grabbing the blue bar and holding Potter's cock with her other hand. "It was in the tournament of '78, and your father's last year at Hogwarts."
Slowly, Minerva inserted the bar into Potter's urethra and he let out a howl that probably would be heard even in the astronomical tower; slowly, the first three balls entered in his urethra, and Potter yelled and called her. Minerva just masturbates him and plant kisses along his cock and balls to alleviate the tension.
"The Gryffindor team was down in the table, since we hadn't won a single match, we lost against Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and we only had one last match left to not be eliminated," Minerva narrated, the bar was already halfway, and now Potter's screams were of pleasure.
"Your father was furious with him and his team for losing so atrociously, as with your mother and me for making fun of him, with every loss Lily and I fucked and pushed James to the edge, to the point of making him beg for his release, which we never gave him."
Minerva to torture him further, pulled out and reintroduced the bar to tease Potter, he moaned and shivered. "But two days before the match against Slytherin, James reached his climax, and when I was fucking your mother's arse. James screamed and broke his leather bonds and broke the spell inside his penis. That night your father fucked me and your mother." Minerva confessed, inserting the rod all the way into Potter's urethra.
James' son was breathing heavily, and Minerva watched his huge cock slowly begin to disappear. "So now you know it, if you can break this spell, maybe you can fuck me like your father used to do," Minerva said, slapping Potter's flaccid cock.
At the end of the night Minerva lay on her bed, and Potter lay down on the dog cot she gave him. Soon she closed her eyes and fell asleep, knowing that in the morning her obedient dog would wake her up...