A World for Witches
Chapter 11 – Only the Beginning
Harry was floating high up in the sky above the Quidditch pitch, as the rest of the players rushed around below him. He was at peace on his broom, even if his darting eyes would suggest otherwise. His rival seeker for the day was Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, a good seeker as well, but Angelina had insisted during practice that he was better, and he believed her. That did not mean that he would assume anything. He was desperate to catch the snitch and to win the game for his team, though it sounded as if they were doing well on their own.
"That's now sixty points for Katie Bell herself!" Harry heard Lee Jordan say from below as he saw the brunette whiz around the goalposts and back into the centre of the pitch. "And she is as beautiful as she is talented…"
"Mr Jordan!" McGonagall scolded the student commentator. "One more comment like that out of your mouth and you'll be keeping your mouth occupied in other ways," she threatened.
"Sorry, Headmistress," he said away from the speaker before returning to describing the action in the game. "And now the Hufflepuff attack gets into formation, but another well-timed Bludger blast sends them spiralling apart, allowing Spinnet to pump the ball from beneath Morris' arm straight into the path of Angelina Johnson. The Gryffindor chaser accelerates menacingly towards the Hufflepuff hoops… and makes absolutely no mistakes. I can't tell if she's better at Quidditch or sex!" Lee could simply not help himself.
"That's quite enough of that, Mr Jordan," McGonagall scowled at him, shoving him down to his knees with ease. "Mr Jordan will be using his mouth for something else for the remainder of this match," she told the crowd as she fished out her cock. A roar went up from the crowds, part cheer, part jeer.
Standing by the microphone, one hand firmly on the back of Lee Jordan's head, McGonagall assessed the game, as her cock grew in Lee's mouth.
If he had wanted to complain he could not, but he did not. He loved having a cock grow from flaccid to hard in his mouth, particularly when it was as magnificent as Headmistress McGonagall's. The teasing he would be getting from the rest of the school for the next couple of weeks was completely worth it in his eyes, a view only reinforced when the first drop of salty pre-cum hit his tongue.
Gryffindor were up by one hundred and ten, but the unique rules of Quidditch naturally meant that they could lose it all in an instant. And from afar you could be forgiven for thinking that Cedric Diggory, who was flying around over the pitch was more in the game than Harry who was completely still on his beloved Nimbus 2000. But then he dived.
"And Potter looks like he's seen the snitch…" McGonagall took over commentary from the boy currently slobbering on her cock.
Harry had in fact seen the snitch, he was not faking it to trick Cedric. The devilish golden ball had glinted in the sunlight and attracted Harry towards its location. Naturally by the time he had dropped the one hundred or so feet it had gone, but he had not lost sight of it. Unfortunately, neither had Cedric.
The older boy stormed his way across the field of play to catch up with his adversary, now also with the flitting winged ball in sight. The two were almost side-by-side as they whipped wide past the Gryffindor hoops, and back around towards the stands.
Without slowing down the two flew by the teacher's stands, where Lee Jordan was diligently at work, and skimmed across the heads of the oohing crowd. The small ball was now barely more than an arm's reach away. But as Harry reached out one hand, gaining on the ball, Cedric used his weight advantage to barge into Harry, sending him off course. Now Cedric had the line, as Harry had to take the long way around one of the towers in the stands.
Replicating Harry's position Cedric reached forward for his prize, fingers outstretched he could almost clasp it in his fingers. But just as he was about to grab it, and just about grab victory, Harry, now heading across the field perpendicular to Cedric, careened into him. With the full force of Harry and his rapidly fast broom, Cedric was violently thrown off course, and almost off his broom, but his left leg managed to keep him from toppling off, hooked as it was around his Cleansweep.
Harry however had not been so fortunate. Though he had prepared for the collision, he had been head on, and his broom went under Cedric's, his body over. There was a second in the air where Harry was weightless. He flung his left arm out instinctively and revelled in feeling the cool touch of metal, but then immediately realised that his next predicament was flying without a broom.
But luck was on his side. He was facing off against Hufflepuff. With no thought whatsoever Cedric reached his hand out and managed to grip Harry's flailing wrist. The leg that had been securing his weight immediately began to slip, as Harry dangled helplessly beneath him.
Having seen the collision as she had been flying with the quaffle, Angelina raced over to the two boys and seamlessly caught Harry on the end of her broom. "What on earth was that!" she exclaimed, angry at Harry for jeopardising his safety.
Still slightly in shock Harry could not respond in any other way than to uncurl his fist and reveal the snitch to both Angelina and the entire school.
"It seems that Mr Potter's daring aerial acrobatics has paid off. Gryffindor wins!" McGonagall exclaimed, as Madame Hooch confirmed it from much closer.
"That was a borderline illegal manoeuvre, Potter," she said to him.
"Sorry, ref," Harry responded. "It was that or lose."
"That's my boy," Angelina nuzzled affectionately into him from behind, one arm around his stomach, her anger dissipating. "I'm still going to fuck the shit out of you later for that."
"I want nothing more," Harry giggled as they flew safely to solid ground.
"Well that was quite the game!" McGonagall said, her elation at her old house winning making her briefly forget about the boy on the end of her dick. His gurgling brought her back to the matter. "Now I have other match related matters to attend to, so if you could all safely make your way back to the building that would be lovely. Celebrations should be in an ordered manner, in the Gryffindor common room, and nowhere else," she also warned. This brought a ripple of laughter from the Hogwarts students, all very aware at what was occurring in the teacher's box. "Now where were we," McGonagall muttered as she switched her entire attention to the matter at hand. Widening her stance, and gripping his head with her second hand, McGonagall opted for power, thrusting her throbbing length powerfully into Lee Jordan's throat and back out again. "This. Is. Why. You. Keep. Your. Commentary. Professional," she emphasised every word with a thrust, giving the student no break, it was meant to be a punishment after all. "This is the perfect way to celebrate a Gryffindor victory," she looked down at Jordan's hungrily pleading face. "The tight throat of a slut to explode in… ugh, ugh… fuck!" she growled and grunted, slamming her cock balls deep in the fourth year's throat as she erupted. She unloaded straight down his throat, not allowing him to taste her divine donation, much to his disappointment. "Suitably chastised, Mr Jordan?"
"Of course, Mistress," Lee responded once he had finished swallowing the massive wad of cum that had just been pumped into his gullet. "Not being able to taste your seed was punishment enough."
"Compliments will get you far in this world," a slight smirk formed on her face. "You can clean me off and then it looks like Sybil and Septima here have gotten lucky and will finish your punishment. You don't have to go through with it, but then you won't be commentating the next game."
"I would be more than happy to receive my punishment, Headmistress," Lee replied. If this was the punishment for speaking out of turn on Quidditch commentary, he might just do it every game.
"Have fun, ladies. Though I imagine you saw this coming, Sybil," McGonagall said as she tucked herself away.
"Of course," Trelawney said in her raspy voice. "It's why I wore no underwear," she demonstrated this fact to be true as her thin cock popped up from under her robes with no assistance. McGonagall was fairly certain that she never wore underwear, but who was she to question a seer. She still employed the woman after all.
It took a while for Harry to make it through the congratulatory crowd and off to the changing rooms, but eventually, with Angelina demanding he be let through he made it. "Thanks Captain, I don't know if I'd have ever made it!"
"Well you are the hero, but you're still getting punished for that little stunt. But for now go and join the boys, me and Alicia have a little gift to give to Katie," Angelina instructed.
"And then you'll be in?" Harry inquired.
"And then I'll be in," Angelina could not help but grin at the boy's earnest eagerness. She kissed him lovingly on the forehead before ushering him into the appropriate changing room. "Get him all ready for me!" she yelled into the room as Harry entered. "See ya later, Harry," Angelina admired Harry's retreating ass, she could never get enough of how it looked in his Quidditch shorts. He was designed to play the sport in every way.
"Bye," Harry said before walking into the changing rooms. It was the same layout as the girls, and it seemed the boys were in the shower room, so he quickly stripped out of his Quidditch uniform and joined them in the steamy room.
"It's our hero!" Fred and George both cried as Harry entered. He was crushed in an enthusiastic hug by the both of them, which Oliver Wood soon joined. Their wet bodies all rubbed against each other as they embraced, making all four of them develop hard-ons.
Feeling the cocks rubbing against him, Harry could not help but reach down and start to rub them. "Does our little hero want to do some more heroics?" Oliver asked.
"It's all a part of my job," Harry smirked before slowly dropping to his knees, making sure to stick his ass out as much as possible. He received a chorus of lustful groans which only encouraged him further. Once crouched at dick height, Harry admired all three of the little shafts. Oliver's was the biggest at six inches, about the biggest one would ever expect from a wizard, and Fred and George's identical cocks clocked out about an inch shorter. They were all very easy for Harry to deal with, and he did so, starting with Oliver. He took the length all the way on the first attempt with no effort at all, not even the hint of a gag.
"Oh fuck, Harry!" Oliver exclaimed. He of course gave far more blowjobs than he ever received and so being on the receiving end was a nice treat, but Harry was something else entirely. He had experienced it a couple of times before, but every time he somehow forgot quite how blissful it felt. He could do nothing but raise his eyes to the ceiling and try his best to not collapse.
Harry jerked off the twins at the same time, as they had moved either side of Oliver. Even his soft hands felt delightful running up and down their little dicks. "I say he's gotten even better at this," Fred commented.
"Close already, brother," George teased.
"We'll see who lasts the longest."
Harry ignored the twins' bickering and did the job at hand, namely bringing them all to orgasm, that is until Oliver pulled his cock from Harry's mouth. "I need your ass now!" he declared. He pulled Harry up by the shoulders and frogmarched him to the nearest wall. Naturally, Harry stuck out his ass for Oliver's easy access and relaxed his hole, not that the size would be much of a problem.
Knowing this, Oliver stuck his cock straight in. It slid all the way in, balls deep, with no resistance. Harry had been resized to deal with far larger behemoths, and yet, even with this training, his ass still moulded around Oliver's cock. It may have slid in first time with no issues, but pulling it out was a much tighter affair. "Oh Morgana," he groaned as Harry's asshole flexed and tightened on his dick. "How is it so tight yet so easy to fuck?" he asked no one in particular.
"Because I'm made for pleasure," Harry smirked as he turned his head to look at Oliver. Oliver lost control at that. He held one of Harry's hands above the boy's head up against the wall, and used the other to wrap an arm around his hairless torso. Leaning forward he buried his head in the crook of Harry's neck and delivered a bombardment of sloppy kisses as he continued to thrust in and out.
As they were doing nothing but jerking their cocks, Fred and George decided to turn on the showers either side of the rutting couple. It certainly added to the show they were observing, as water now cascaded down onto Oliver and Harry as they passionately fucked.
"Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum in my tight little ass?"
"Fuck yes," Oliver groaned as his balls smacked into Harry's cheeks. "Yes I'm going to cum in your perfect hole… fuck! Please! Fuck… Morgaaaana!" Oliver cried, he could not help but bite Harry's neck as his whole body seized up in pleasure and he unloaded his watery load into Harry's ready asshole. "Ugggh!"
"That's it," Harry encouraged as he felt Oliver's cock explode inside him.
Oliver took a couple of unsteady steps back, pulling his softening cock from Harry's ass. Quick as a flash, Harry had turned around and dropped to his knees, he could not let the shower water wash away any of Oliver's precious cum. It did not taste as nice as a Witch's, but to Harry cum was cum and he always wanted more.
"I'm just gonna shower over here and get my bearings back," Oliver announced once Harry had licked his spent dick clean.
"So," Harry turned to the twins. "What do you two want to do with me?" Harry spun around suggestively, showing off his lithe, wet body, and gaping messy hole. "Or maybe I should make the decision for you," he said in response to their rare silence. Harry lay down on the hard floor, in the middle of all the showers and spread his legs invitingly.
"I think I should get his ass being the older brother," Fred claimed.
"I'm the more handsome one," George countered.
"Oliver," Harry interrupted. "Who had the better game today?"
"Hard to say really, mostly because I can barely tell the difference between them from this close, never mind from across the pitch," Oliver replied. "But I think George might have just edged it. Sorry Fred, he was just a bit more accurate."
"All cause of that one lucky shot at the end," Fred grumbled.
"I've always said I was the superior player," George gloated smugly. "What's my prize?"
"My little hole," Harry winked his used hole suggestively at George who simply stared lustfully for a few seconds before dropping to the floor eagerly. He placed his knees either side of Harry's ass and leant forward, hands on the damp floor. He slipped his hard dick in with a groan, as Harry's warm, tight and wet asshole engulfed his dick.
"What do I get?" Fred asked as he stared jealously at his brother.
"My tongue," Harry giggled, sticking his tongue out cheekily. More than content with that answer Fred walked over to Harry's head and perched himself over the boy's mouth. Harry stuck his tongue out and lapped at the hanging hairless balls, as one of his hands slowly stroked Fred's cock.
"Ohhh," both the twins moaned as Harry supplied them with immense pleasure. Harry was giddy with the power he had, using his body to bring the older boys completely under his spell.
Harry pulled on Fred's thigh, indicating for him to sit lower, allowing Harry to properly suck on the beater's balls. He worked both of them in his mouth bathing them with spit, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin, as his hand continued to deliver deliberate hard strokes to Fred's cock.
Working backwards slowly, Harry licked at Fred's perineum, before reaching his ultimate goal, Fred's asshole. "Morgana, Harry," Fred groaned as Harry ate his ass and jerked his dick. Overall, he would still rather be doing what his brother was, thrusting into Harry's hole, but this was hardly a consolation to complain about.
"Morgana, I'm close!" George exclaimed.
"You could never last long," Fred teased, glad he was getting some semblance of revenge.
"You try and last inside this tight, soggy hole. It's perfect!"
"Harry's asshole is the greatest morale booster ever," Oliver laughed from where he was showering at the side, keenly watching the trio.
Though Fred teased his brother, he himself was struggling to hold on with the way in which Harry's tongue was so thoroughly exploring his own hole, and the seeker's hand was so skilfully jerking off his cock. But what kept him from cumming all over Harry's stomach was the thought that if he outlasted his brother then he could have a go in Harry's hole, despite how brief it might be.
"Oh fuck, Harry!" George exclaimed as he pumped his hips back and forth as hard as he could. Naturally, he could not at all match a Witch like Angelina's prowess, he lacked the physicality, aggression and the dick size. But Harry still enjoyed feeling George's five inches move in and out of his hole, and George certainly enjoyed having it in there. "I'm gonna cum!" George let out his last cry before emptying his balls inside Harry, adding his meagre load of cum to Oliver's.
"My turn now!" Fred exclaimed, letting Harry get his last few licks in before dismounting from Harry and crawling around to where George had just pulled himself free of Harry's sopping asshole. With barely a pause Fred pushed Harry's legs back, till his knees were by his ribs and thrust into Harry's used hole. As was entirely predictable by all involved, including Fred himself, Harry's soaking wet hole very quickly drove Fred over the edge. "Holy Morgana!" he cried out less than a minute into fucking Harry. The younger boy giggled proudly, as his hole so quickly undid the older boy and had him blowing his load inside. "Fuuuuck!" Fred groaned before collapsing on top of the younger boy. The twins had been left panting by Harry's hole, but he was of course ready for more, but knew that he would not get it from them.
"Could you get my plug for me please, Oliver," Harry requested to the keeper. "I don't want to lose any of this."
"Sure, Harry," Oliver obliged, walking back into the changing room, now thoroughly cleansed.
Harry assisted Fred off of him, before quickly turning over and raising his ass up in the air, the perfect position for Oliver to slip the plug into. "Now we should probably actually shower," Harry pointed out. "Dinner is soon and I still have a date with Angelina."
Katie had played particularly well during the game, outscoring both of her elder Chasers. And as such she was due a reward that had been promised her.
"Too eager to wait, huh?" Angelina said as she entered the changing room to see Alicia already vigorously fingering Katie.
"Gotta get her ready for her prize," Alicia justified, three fingers of one hand in her cunt, two fingers of the other in her ass.
"She looks like she's getting there," Angelina snorted as she stripped out of her Quidditch robes.
Katie was resting her head on the wall, her eyes rolled back into her head as her body shuddered in bliss, it was the first of many orgasms to come. "If that was the only prize I wouldn't mind," Katie smiled at the both of them.
"Don't worry, babe. You're getting more than that," Angelina insisted. "Such a good performance deserves what you've been craving." Katie simply blushed as Alicia fed the younger girl her fingers to clean off. "Well, I scored more than you, Alicia, and saved our suicidal seeker so why don't you sit down on the bench, and we'll get the main event started."
Alicia sighed knowing she had little recourse. "Second ain't too bad," she said taking her place on the bench.
Katie at first dropped to her knees before Alicia, taking her hard cock into her mouth to provide a natural lubricant, spit. She purposely triggered her gag reflex leaving bubbles of spit all over Alicia's lovely dick.
"Get mine ready too," Angelina said standing next to the girl, offering her own semi-hard dick. Katie diligently switched between the two, expertly providing sloppy pleasure to the two shafts. She could have happily sucked the two dicks until completion, taking their thick cum as her reward, but she knew what was planned next.
"I think we're ready," Alicia said, smiling as Katie gave her tip one last kiss. Clambering on to Alicia's lap, the Witch of the Match performer held the shaft steady and slipped her soaked pussy down onto it.
"Ugghhhhh," she groaned as she shaft quickly filled her up.
"This pussy is definitely not punishment," Alicia said, content with her position.
"It definitely isn't, but this ass is a reward," Angelina noted as she pushed Katie forward, thus exposing her asshole. This was Katie's prize, to be double penetrated by her teammates. It might seem like more of a prize for Angelina and Alicia, but you would be wrong, Katie had requested this of them at the start of term, having fantasised about it all summer, and Angelina had agreed, if Katie was top scorer in a Quidditch game.
Alicia was fairly certain that Angelina would not have been able to last until Christmas without doing it anyway, but it certainly seemed to have motivated the girl, giving her best performance on a broom yet. Now she had two brooms to perform on.
"Fuck this hole is tight!" Angelina exclaimed. Alicia had already lubricated the hole before her fingering earlier. And with Katie's spit coating her cock, it was certainly wet enough. But it was still a rarely used hole, and thus with Angelina's large size it proved to be a slow advance. "I love watching the ring stretch around my dick!"
Katie could only groan as she was filled more than she had ever been. By the time Angelina had stuffed her entire length inside, Katie had nineteen inches of cock in her two holes, separated by a thin membrane. There had been some pain at first, but Angelina's uncharacteristic patience had allowed for that to diminish, and for pleasure to bloom. "Please fuck my asshole, Captain!"
"With pleasure," Angelina grinned, gripping Katie at the hips and moving herself in and out of the girl.
Alicia had decided to start off passive, allowing Angelina to build up her own rhythm. But that did not mean that it did not feel great. Katie's cunt gripped her cock, as she felt Angelina's own shaft moving back and forth right next to her own.
Eventually, Alicia decided to begin moving her own hips in tandem with Angelina's measured thrusts, thus their cocks were moving in opposition. As Angelina's entered, Alicia's exited and so Katie always had cock in her, just how she liked it.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my slutty holes!" she begged the two of them as she was used by the older Witches. She loved feeling their hands on her body, feeling their muscular forms against her own, looking back and seeing two dark shafts moving against her own creamy skin.
"I could get used to doing this every week," Angelina said as she further increased the tempo of her thrusts, Katie's ass now fully stretched to take her shaft. "Such a good girl, such a good girl," she groaned, leaning forward and kissing the back of Katie's neck.
Katie herself had her head buried in the crook of Alicia's neck as the two substantial shafts fucked her into one, and then two orgasms. She cried and screamed, her body shaking and shuddering, but still they continued. Her cunt squirted on Alicia's lap, her ass squeezed on Angelina's cock, but they did not slow down. They were now both intent on destroying her, rendering her completely comatose. And they certainly had the ability to do that.
"How about we take this aerial?" Angelina suggested.
"And switch holes?"
"Deal," Angelina agreed pulling back and out of Katie, leaving a large crater in her wake. "But we should both cum in her ass, I have an idea for that."
Alicia lifted Katie off of her cock, the girl's legs too weak to do it herself. And from there Angelina took over. She turned the girl to face her, lifted her up with ease, and slid her sloppy, gaped pussy onto her erect cock.
"Fuuuuuuck," Katie groaned, just about aware of the ten inches that just slid up to her cervix.
Alicia came up behind them, and took half of the weight as she got her first taste of Katie's asshole for the day. "This hole is good," she commented. Even with it having already been violently used, it still gripped onto her dick.
Now in position, the two black chasers moved the younger girl up and down, thus completely emptying her and then completely stuffing her over and over again.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Katie cried out as she hit her fourth orgasm, wrapping her arms even tighter around Angelina's body as she was so thoroughly used.
Even with the both of them, eventually their arms began to grow tired, particularly after a full game of Quidditch. Moreover, Angelina wanted to keep her strength up for punishing Harry immediately after this. "You wanna cum in her ass first?" Angelina asked.
"I'd be delighted to," Alicia accepted. They put Katie down and gently lowered her to the floor, for her legs were far too shaky to take her weight now.
Angelina stood before Katie, slowly jerking her dick as Alicia mounted the girl in prone position, thrusting back into her ass and slamming herself in. Katie could do nothing except lie there and be used. She grabbed onto Angelina's ankles and squeezed as her asshole was reamed once more all the way to orgasm. By this point she had lost count of how many times she had cum, she felt nothing but pleasure, so much so that she almost felt nothing at all.
"Take this dick, slut. Take it!" Alicia exclaimed as her own orgasm was nearing. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!" she cried out as she finally erupted inside of Katie's abused hole, filling it up with her warm seed. "Morgana," Alicia panted, rolling off of Katie and laying on her back on the floor.
That was Angelina's cue to replace her roommate. She could now slide her cock all the way in with no resistance, which she promptly did. "You've been such a good girl," she told Katie as she built up her pace. "You got another orgasm in you?"
"Maybe even two," Katie just about managed to say.
"Good girl," Angelina covered Katie's body completely, holding on to the girl's wrists, their legs tangled together, her lips by her ear. She lifted her hips up, pulling up her magnificent cock, before letting gravity do the work and dropping herself back in. She repeated this over and over, plundering Katie's tightest hole. There was a squelch with every thrust, as Angelina's cock sliced through Alicia's thick load.
Angelina did as promised and fucked Katie through two more orgasms. The girl was now completely out of it, but Angelina did not stop. She used Katie like a personal fuckdoll, continuing to pound her ass until eventually she could not hole on anymore and she unloaded her balls into Katie's ruined and wrecked asshole.
"I think we hit double digits on the orgasms," she said to Alicia.
"That counts as a reward in my book," Alicia replied.
"You plug her and help her shower, I'm now going to deal with our reckless seeker," Angelina said, still balls deep in Katie's sloppy hole. "Actually, I might lie here for another minute."
"No rush," Alicia laughed. "Harry would wait all night for you."
Harry in fact would wait all night for her. He had had a very pleasant shower with the twins, but stayed in longer. By the time he came to the main changing room, the twins were just leaving and Oliver had left to supply the payment to Madame Hooch.
Towelling himself off, Harry reflected on his performance, proud of his achievement but also slightly baffled by his own death-defying stunt. He supposed that was why he was in Gryffindor. It was certainly courageous, but also completely instinctive, he never really had the conscious thought to kamikaze into Cedric, he just did it.
"I spy a naughty little slut," Angelina said as she entered the room, wearing absolutely nothing. She had made the short journey from one changing room to another completely naked, aware that no one would be around, and even if they were, they would enjoy the sight. It was rather cold, but she was too tough to let that bother her.
"I'm an innocent game winner," Harry giggled, dropping the towel from his mostly dry body.
"Game winner certainly, but not innocent. You know you need to be challenged, Mr. Reckless," Angelina said, striding towards Harry. Harry got up and legged it, trying for the shower room, but Angelina quickly scooped him up and collected him in her arms. "Not so fast," she said as she settled down on the bench with a giggling Harry in her arms.
She placed him on her lap, making sure to trap his little cock between her thighs. "This may be fun but you have to promise me that you won't do such a stunt again," she said to him.
Being briefly serious Harry responded; "I won't, I promise. I don't know what came over me, I didn't even think about it, I just did it," he admitted.
"It was a genius move," Angelina said. "But even as much as I love Quidditch and would love to win, it's not worth you hurting yourself, ok, my love?"
"Yes, Captain," Harry acceded.
"Good boy," Angelina said, stroking the pale, lithe body before her. She stroked up and down his slim, hairless body, giving particular attention to his juicy ass, where his gold and red butt plug peeked out. "Now for your punishment," she warned. "A good firm spanking should do."
She stroked his cheeks before violently delivering her first blow. "Ahhhh!" Harry screamed as the stinging pain hit his cheeks.
"Count with me with each strike," Angelina ordered.
"Yes, Captain." Angelina struck him again. "Two, Captain!"
"Good boy," Angelina praised him, gently running her fingers along his hit left cheek, before suddenly striking his right cheek.
"Three, Captain!"
Angelina refused to get into a rhythm, always striking randomly, sometimes several in a row, sometimes with a great pause in between. But Harry diligently called out the number as he had been told. The spankings hurt, but also sent a thrill through his body, to be completely at the mercy of a Witch like Angelina Johnson made him rock hard. His cock had hardened further between her legs with each smack.
"Fuck, twenty, Captain!" he finally cried out as his punishment ended. His cheeks were a bright red, a gorgeous sight to Angelina's eyes. Those same eyes had caught sight of something else.
"What do we have here, naughty boy?" she said, spreading Harry's sore cheeks to get a better view of Harry's butt plug. Upon yanking it out she was treated to the delicious sight of his used hole and the cum stuffed therein. Angelina dipped two fingers into his ass and scooped as much cum out as she could. "Here's a little snack before I ruin this ass," Angelina said, as if she was being generous. Harry happily opened his mouth and moaned as he was fed George, Oliver and Fred's cum, mixed with his own ass juices. To him it was delicious, and only turned him on more. Harry sucked off two more loads from Angelina's dripping fingers, wriggling excitedly as he did. "That's got you very excited," she chuckled. "I love how much of a slut you are," she declared as she easily manoeuvred him to sitting on her naked lap.
"I'm a slut for you, Captain," Harry grinned naughtily.
"Hmmm." Every time Harry said the 'C' word it made her cock jerk. And in that moment, it was begging to be submerged in his wet, used asshole. Picking him up again, she lifted his ass from her lap and gently placed his hole on top of her cock. Once the tip was in she let him go and rejoiced in the glorious sensation of his greased hole sliding down her pole until her entirety was inside of him. "That's perfect," she moaned.
"Fuck me please, Captain," Harry begged. "Punish me."
Angelina gritted her teeth in pure animalistic lust at Harry's demands. The way he begged for it only made her hungrier for him. She gripped him by the ass cheeks and lifted his entire body up and then dropped it back down. She made him rise and fall on her hard dick, slamming herself into his bowels again and again.
Harry screeched and screamed as he was so easily manhandled and used, as ten inches of cock left and came again, over and over. "Fuck me!" he begged.
"Fuck, you're asking for it," Angelina growled. Standing in own swift motion she brought Harry's small frame crashing down to her balls and then back up again. Now standing, holding him up in the air she delivered a brutal fuck, forcibly bringing him crashing down onto her cock again and again.
Harry was experiencing pure euphoria. He was a doll in the hands of a puppet-mistress. He allowed his body to simply be a cock-socket for Angelina and felt the better for it. The cum was basically forced out of him. He came twice as he was slammed down onto her magnificence, his cum shooting from his cock, almost forcibly pushed by being impaled on ten inches of heaven. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" he cried.
Angelina, who had played a full game of Quidditch and already held Katie aloft, did eventually tire, but not before Harry came twice on her body. Her strong thighs stood steady like tree trunks, her abs flexing, biceps curling. Sweat dripped from her body, but still she fucked him. At least until she felt close. She dropped him down to the floor gently. His legs were wobbly, so she helped him all the way down until he was lying flat on the tiled floor. She mounted him, her body covering his, her tits pressing into his back, and fucked him. Moving her hips vertically up and down she pounded him, somehow eliciting one more moaning orgasm from his body before she herself could not help but empty herself inside of him. It was a monumental bliss that overcame her as she nutted inside him, adding her seed to the boys'.
Harry himself may as well have been unconscious by this point. Angelina had violently forced three incredible orgasms from his little body. She had expressed her superiority, demonstrated her strength and power in the most euphoric manner. He was left a shattered but transcendentally content boy, as he wished.
"You're such a good fucktoy," Angelina groaned as she rested atop him, her cock still buried in his ruined and sopping asshole.
"Always for you," he mumbled from beneath her.
Angelina could not help but kiss him all over from behind, peppering his upper back and neck. "You gorgeous, gorgeous boy," she said before rolling off of him. Harry naturally rolled up into her body and she snuggled him close on the hard floor.
"That was amazing," he said.
"It was for me too," she kissed him on the side of the head. "Now stay like that," she added, hearing voices approaching. Slowly getting up she greeted the scantily clad Alicia and Katie.
"We kept most of our clothes off," Alicia said. "You said you had an idea, we guessed we should be near naked for it."
"Only Katie is needed," Angelina said, taking the girl by the arm. "Take those off," she indicated to the girl's pink panties. Katie obliged and then let herself be pulled over to Harry. "This is your last punishment, but you'll see it as a reward," Angelina smiled. She positioned Katie until the girl was standing over Harry's face and then pushed down on her shoulders. At this point Katie understood and crouched low over Harry. "Open wide, Harry!" Angelina cackled as she yanked the buttplug from Katie's full ass.
The mixture of Angelina and Alicia's cum slowly dropped out of Katie's ass and straight into Harry's mouth. Both Alicia and Angelina watched enthralled by the sight of their cum being pushed from Katie's dirty asshole and into Harry's waiting mouth.
"That is so fucking hot!" Alicia exclaimed, in awe of how much of a dirty cumslut Harry was.
"Ugghhh," Katie groaned as she pushed the thick liquid from her asshole, occasionally with a loud noise attached. The act turned her on too, particularly when she looked down and saw how eager Harry was, his mouth wide open, his eyes vibrant and excited.
Harry himself was loving his life; Angelina had been right it was more reward than punishment. The mixture of cum, a taste he already loved, only tasted better in his mind now that it was accented by Katie's asshole.
"How are we going to deal with a loss?" Alicia asked no-one in particular.
"With difficulty," Angelina laughed, obsessed with the brilliance of her own idea.
Alice looked down with a contented smile on her face as she reaped the reward for her house's Quidditch victory. It was strange to think that she was being rewarded for something she had nothing to do with, all she did was pick the captain and sign off on practice slots, and yet despite her small contribution she got to experience a particularly delightful reward. "Nice and sloppy, Pomona," she encouraged.
"When have I done anything but," Pomona arched an eyebrow at her colleague.
"You're completely correct," Alice giggled, her sense of fun leaking into every aspect of her life. But not leaking quite as much as her cock was pre-cum, which Sprout eagerly slurped up. She made sure to cover the entire length in saliva, sometimes aggressively slurping on the head and sometimes taking all ten inches of the thick cock into her throat, a feat that Sprout was proud to achieve. "And you know what I'm going to ask for next."
"Everyone does at some point," Pomona snorted. "For someone also gifted in this area you are quite obsessed with mine," she pointed out as she did as was being requested and mashed her breasts together either side of the cock, flopping them up and down, encasing the length in a fleshy prison of breast.
"I like experiencing it from the other perspective," Alice said, groaning as the Herbology teacher fucked her gorgeous breasts on her cock.
These two women were the largest two professors teaching at Hogwarts, and both very comfortable with that fact. And they both felt that when they came together it was particularly pleasurable, a sexy dialectic of fleshy, womanly beauty. They both had large breasts, though Alice's relative youth meant that hers sat higher on her chest, and incredibly fleshy asses. They were hardly shaped in the way that someone like Sinistra's fat ass was, but they were deliciously plump and all the more fun to watch ripple as one hit them from the back. Moreover, watching their stomachs jiggle as they were fucked on their backs was a sexy highlight for many of their colleagues, and when they fucked each other, their soft bodies moulded together with a liquidity. Sure they could not be picked up and fucked, but neither would change that aspect of themselves, they both loved how they looked. This confidence was naturally helped by having regular sex, particularly with people much younger than them. There was nothing like a good railing, on either side, to make one feel beautiful.
"Did Neville tell you about our tryst?" Pomona asked in between sucking the tip of Alice's dick when it poked from between her tits.
"He mentioned that he fainted and said you helped, but only went red when I pressed him for details," Alice explained, very eager to hear the full story.
"Well despite his accident-prone personality, he might make a half-decent Herbologist," Sprout complimented. "And he licks cunt even better than he repots plants!"
"That's my boy," Alice said proudly.
"I sat my fat, hairy cunt on his face and he ate all the way to orgasm like a good boy," Pomona explained.
"Did you squirt your dirty cunt juices all over his face?" Alice asked, her cock throbbing as she pictured the scene in her mind, her own son on his back with the much older Herbology professor suffocating him amongst the grey hairs of her fat pussy.
"Covered his obedient little face in my filthy juices!"
"Fuck, I need to get inside that pussy," Alice growled, the thoughts of her son sending her lust spiralling. Alice stood from the sofa, and pulled Sprout up before pushing her down to where she had been sitting. "Spread those legs," Alice ordered. She held Sprout's legs wide open at the back her knees, revealing the mass of tangled grey hairs that adorned the woman's pussy. With one hand she guided her cock through the jungle and slipped it into the waiting, wet hole. "Did sucking my dick get you that wet?" she teased.
"Soaked," Pomona admitted. In fact, she was so wet that Alice could slide all of her thick ten inches straight in, finding herself balls deep within seconds.
"Such a slutty pussy!"
"It's had some use over the years," Pomona pointed out with a laugh.
"Still feels fucking great though," Alice leaned forward and kissed the older woman on the lips as she began to thrust in and out of her. Still holding onto the woman's knees, she pressed the legs further back, able to make out and fuck Pomona comfortably at the same time. Their large breasts mashed together between them as they moaned into each other's mouths. "I love this pussy so much!"
"It loves you," Pomona replied. The creamy white substance that now adorned Alice's shaft was a testament to that. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Sprout encouraged, slipping one hand down between their bodes to play with her needy clit.
"Fuck," Alice grunted as she slammed her entire length in and out of the needy hole. Sprout had a reputation for having the wettest pussy on staff, and Alice certainly believed it to be true. Ophelia Greengrass could get wet, but not like this.
"Oh you're going to make me cum!" Sprout warned.
"Cum on my dick just like how you came on my son's face!"
"Moooorgaaaaanaaaaaa!" Sprout cried out as her pussy uncontrollably squirted all over Alice's body. Her shaft, lower stomach and thighs were covered in the transparent liquid as it sprayed out around her cock.
"That's so hot," Prewett said, pulling her cock free and admiring the gaping hole left in her wake. The grey hairs had become matted from the squirt, but there in the middle was Sprout's sopping wet hole. And below that, lay another hole. "If you had won, somehow, what would you have done?"
"You know what I would have done," Sprout said as she regained her breath. Alice knew perfectly well, but wanted the woman to say it anyway. Alice gestured for her to spell it out. "I'd have pegged that fat ass with a strap-on," she said flatly.
"Well then don't you think it's only fair that I repay you," Alice smirked, rubbing the tip of her cock against the hole in question.
"Well played," Sprout smiled back. "How do you want me?"
"I think I'll admire your fat ass," Alice quoted Sprout back at her. She took a step back and allowed the Head of Hufflepuff house to turn herself around on the sofa. She was now kneeling away from Alice, with her fat ass ready and primed to be fucked.
Unable to resist, Alice spread the soft and substantial cheeks apart and lapped at the much tighter hole. Covered in squirt already, not to mention the soaked nature of Alice's cock, Sprout's asshole hardly needed any more lubing up, but Alice wanted to do it for its own sake. She enjoyed the tangy taste of ass, as well as the feeling of drowning in asscheek. "All ready for me, slut," Alice positioned herself appropriately and lined herself up.
This hole was tighter, and her journey to being balls deep took a while longer than in her pussy. "This really shows what a slutty used up pussy you have," Alice noted as she reached the halfway point. Sprout's clit throbbed with the humiliating words, not to mention the glorious fullness of having one's ass stuffed.
"Your cock is just too thick," Sprout retorted, receiving a firm swat for her troubles.
"Maybe you should start offering up this ass and give that poor pussy a rest," Alice shot back.
"Everyone, including you, is far too enamoured by my old 'used up' pussy to do that. There'd be a riot." She was not wrong.
Eventually, Alice's balls came to rest against Pomona's ass, signalling that she had managed to navigate the tricky tunnel and squeeze all ten of her inches inside. It was not her length that had been the issue but rather her girth, she was girthier than McGonagall even.
Alice steadily backed out the way she came, before turning back around and pushing herself in to the hilt. "So tight," she commentated as she gradually got a rhythm going, as Sprout's hole stretched to accommodate the intruder.
Grabbing one of Sprout's hanging udders, she grabbed the woman's hip with the other hand for leverage. She lifted one foot up onto the sofa, and so could now fuck in and down making it even easier. "Yes, fuck me!" Sprout begged. Alice did not need any more encouragement and began to properly fuck her ass.
Her balls slapped loudly against Pomona as she began to use the Herbologist's ass as she had been using her pussy. Though naturally not as wet, and still with some fight, Alice had managed to tame the hole and bring it to heel, or to balls. "This is what victory feels like!"
With how Sprout felt it could have easily just been her who was celebrating. The thorough use of her ass had rapidly re-escalated her orgasm and she was quickly on the verge of her second Alice induced orgasm. "I'm gonna cum again! Oh Morgana's Devil Snare!"
"That's it cum for me, cum with my fat cock in your tight ass!"
"Uggghhh!" she cried out as she squirted again. This time it was not as much liquid, but it was equally as explosive, blasting the sofa with the clear liquid.
"Morgana, you're a filthy slut," Alice said as the squirt sparkled in the candlelight. But she did not let up in her thrusts, slamming herself in and out of Pomona's hole, trying to resize her rectum as she pushed herself closer and closer to orgasm. "Ugh, your ass is so tight, and looks so good getting pounded!"
Professor Sprout's incredibly meaty ass rippled dramatically with every thrust as she was expertly reamed by the younger woman. Alice's full balls also hit her pussy as they swung when she bottomed out inside, sending a lovely jolt of pleasure through her system.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum all over your body! Turn around!" Alice ordered pulling out of the snug hole just short of her orgasm and stepping back from the sofa. She jerked her impressive length as Sprout quickly turned back around to the position that she was in previously. She spread her legs wide and bared her chest. "Ugggggh," Alice grunted as her cock exploded. Arcs of cum fired through the air and splattered the full body before her. The first few streaks hit the unmissable target of Sprout's tits, some even splashed against her chin. But then Alice shifted aim slightly and she nutted all over the woman's impressive bush, the thick cum pooling in the matted grey hairs. Sprout was left looking an absolute state, two gaped holes, one still sopping wet. Much of her front was also covered in white cream, her hair was a mess and her chest heaved, sweat running through the valley between her breasts. If Harry had been in the room he might have collapsed from the sight.
Placing a foot back up on the sofa, Alice offered her cock up to Sprout for cleaning, which the loser of the bet happily took between her lips, as they had started the round. "I've worked up quite the appetite after that," she grinned.
"Good thing it's dinner then."
"Not sure you can go like that, shower?"
"Of course," Sprout smiled. They walked hand-in-hand to the shower and soaped each other, which was mostly an excuse to tease each other some more. Giggling away like schoolgirls they eventually cleansed themselves, though one of them took longer than the other.
Naturally, the night was not supposed to end there. After dinner Professor Sprout returned with Alice to her room but neither woman was particularly in the mood for sex, a rare event. Instead, they discussed what had happened after dinner, Alice filling Sprout in on what would be said by McGonagall to all staff the following morning anyway. They tried to both rationalise away the most horrible of the explanations, but it was on both of their minds. Eventually, they fell into a slumber in each other's arms. A more peaceful one that may have had if they had been alone.
"Don't forget to thank him, Harry," Angelina said to Harry as they were finishing up their main course.
"I won't!" Harry had been reminded of his obligation many times. Angelina had been insistent that Harry go and thank Cedric for his selfless actions during Harry's kamikaze stunt, which had incidentally completely ruined his Nimbus 2000.
"Another dick to suck, Harry," Katie teased him from across the table. "That'll be five today!" Harry simply blushed at that.
"You could make it six tonight, Harry," Ron added to his mate's teasing.
"And yet who was your favourite?" Angelina probed him.
"Yours of course," Harry said.
"Good boy," Angelina smiled at him.
"I think it's very polite and proper of you to do this, Harry," Hermione chimed in.
"That's how I'm going to describe all blowjobs going forward," Alicia laughed.
"Harry will be proper about it all right," Katie added.
"Poor boy," Angelina pulled him into her side, a protective motion that quickly brought the teasing to an end. She loved to see him go red, but never liked a pile-on. It was sometimes too easy to let it happen, particularly with the strict hierarchy of their world. But Angelina was a firm believer that there were heavy obligations that came with their privileges as Witches.
Dessert came out and a new topic of conversation emerged. Harry quickly got his down him and then glanced across at where Cedric was sitting. He was nearly finished with what was on his plate, he may of course want seconds, but Harry was confident that his blowjob skills were worth the sacrifice of some treacle tart.
He kissed Angelina on the cheek before walking over to Cedric on the Hufflepuff table. "Umm hi, Cedric," Harry greeted him shyly.
"Hey, Harry. Are you all ok?" Cedric asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, umm, can I talk to you alone," he asked, eyes cast down.
"Of course," Cedric got up immediately, waving his friends off and then leaving the Great Hall with Harry. "What's this about?" he asked as they left.
"I just wanted to say thank you for, you know, catching me and everything earlier," Harry said awkwardly.
"No problem, Harry. No need to say thank you. And why did that need to be said in private," Cedric asked, confused.
"I wanted to thank you more thoroughly," Harry explained.
It took a second for Cedric to catch on to the innuendo, but now he knew why they were heading to a quiet room. "There's no need, you don't have to feel like you have to," Cedric said to him.
Harry turned at the door to a room and kissed the older boy. "I want to," he said.
"Well, I won't deny you," Cedric shot him that charming, impish smile. The one that made his cheeks dimple. Harry would not have noticed if the girls did not all lust over him. "It was quite the move you pulled."
"I don't know what I was thinking, I wasn't really thinking anything. It just sort of happened… sorry."
Cedric shrugged. "It was in the rules, just. You won, and I get a blowjob. Which almost makes up for the loss."
"I think I can more than make up for it," Harry said, backing Cedric against the table and dropping into a crouch in front of him. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down the zip and yanked them down. Harry stroked the visible bulge in Cedric's grey underpants, making him give out a little moan of frustration. Harry giggled and relented, pulling down the waistband and slowly revealing more and more of Cedric's dick.
When it finally sprung up, fully free, Harry admired its size. It was the biggest wizard dick he had seen (Oliver Wood was a close second). Harry pulled back the foreskin and gave the tip a gentle kiss, tasting the recognisable tang of pre-cum. He slid his lips slowly down Cedric's length, he could have gone much quicker, the size was hardly an issue. But he wanted this one to last, it was a genuine thank you after all.
"Oh, Harry," Cedric groaned as he felt the Gryffindor slowly but thoroughly work his cock. He was ostensibly far more used to being on his knees himself, so this was a rare and unexpected treat. But it was very appreciated. He could not help but place a hand in Harry's messy black locks and give the hair a tousle as the boy took him all the way and then began the torturous journey back to the tip. "You're so good!" Cedric had no clue what Harry was doing with his tongue, but it was sending all sorts of pleasurable jolts through his body.
Stamina was no wizard's strong suit, and Cedric was no exception. But he tried his hardest to stay strong, to enjoy this event for as long as he could.
Harry on the other hand, had decided that his sincerity had been properly expressed by the leisurely but deliberate pace and now sought to bring about Cedric's end in explosive fashion. He very quickly transitioned to a rapid pace, bobbing his head back and forth, easily taking Cedric all the way again and again, coating the dick in thick globules of spit, as he also massaged the hanging balls. He could feel the length throbbing his mouth and so wanted it to expand and then explode, feeding him the tasty seed, and the ultimate sign that a thank you had been well received.
"Oh Morgana, Harry," Cedric groaned and quickly placed his other hand in Harry's hair. He simply could not help it. He glanced down at the sparkling emerald eyes and gorgeously cute face and almost erupted then and there. Harry's mouth felt so silky smooth on his penis, and despite the fact that he knew Harry could take far greater lengths, his wizard tool was still being thoroughly serviced.
Sensing that Cedric was near, Harry left his mouth slightly open at the tip of his dick and then jerked the shaft with two hands, sticking his tongue out as if to coax the urethra to feed him what he wanted.
"I'm… I'm… cumming!" Cedric finally erupted in bliss, almost pulling out chunks of Harry's hair as he filled Harry's waiting mouth with his load. Harry's final milking technique had made him completely lose all sense of self and he surrendered to his orgasm.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned as he swallowed down the tasty load, kissing Cedric's dick clean too.
"I need to save you every game," Cedric finally said once his heartbeat vaguely returned to normal.
"I'm glad you had fun," Harry giggled.
"It was amazing!" Cedric raved as he pulled Harry up and kissed him passionately.
"I'm not letting you return the favour," Harry told him. "You'll have to wait another time for that."
"If you insist."
"I do," Harry said. "Are you heading back to the Great Hall or your common room?"
"Hall, I think," Cedric said.
"I'll see you around, Cedric," Harry said with one more kiss before heading up to the common room.
He hummed to himself as he merrily half skipped his way down the corridors.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" he heard a high-pitched hiss utter. The sound seemed to echo all around the corridor. Harry paused, his heartbeat increasing. The word was hardly a positive one when said normally, but Harry had seen parts of enough Muggle horror films to know that that was not a good sign.
But again, showing his Gryffindor colours, Harry followed the sound instead of running away as he probably should have. It was hard to tell where the origin of the voice was exactly, though it was hardly like a normal voice.
Harry paced down several corridors, turning a couple of times and then going up a floor. The voice seemed to be getting louder and louder so he continued on. His hand gripped his wand tightly in his robes as he walked. He quietly ran through Professor Black's simple defence instructions in his mind. Somehow hearing her voice was an enormous comfort. He almost turned and ran back to the Great Hall, but he did not want to sound like a freak, who would believe him? They might believe he heard it, but would they believe it was real. He did not want a long-term stay in St Mungo's.
The voice echoed again, much louder this time, still repeating the same ominous word. As he turned the corner he splashed through a massive puddle of water. The large pool distracted him, so he did not at first notice the true horror ahead.
Mrs Norris hung from the light-stand solid and unmoving. Harry moved towards her, utterly transfixed, he could not help but prod her cold body. And then, in the reflection of the pool of water, he noticed the graffiti on the wall, graffiti in blood:
WITCHES BEWARE!
Naturally it was at this point that a rumbling of voices bubbled up the corridor. But Harry was fixed to the spot, stood before the crime. Cries came as the crowds hit the puddle from either end of the corridor, and then the ones in front fell silent. Eyes locked onto him first, and then the crime, and then back onto him.
"I'm not…" Harry tried to protest his innocence but could not finish the sentence.
"What's going on here!" Filch pushed his way to the front to see the disturbance and to find the source of the leak. "What are you…" he did not finish his sentence either once his eyes caught Mrs Norris hanging as she was. "Is she… is she… did you do this? Was it you!"
"Mr Filch!" Bellatrix Black's voice boomed off the stone walls carrying with it an authority and presence that made all the students instantly shrink away, and Filch turn away from his lifeless pet. "We do not accuse students of murdering pets," she said it as if it was obvious.
Harry was incredibly grateful for the presence of his private tutor in that moment, though the look she shot him said 'I'll deal with you later."
By this point, word had reached everyone that something was afoot, and thus Headmistress McGonagall arrived onto the scene followed by the rest of the teaching staff. With only a brief inspection of the scene she quickly jumped into action. "All students return to your common rooms at once! Quietly!" no-one ignored this command, despite their desire to stay and witness events. "Prefects do your duty!"
She waited until they had departed far enough down the hall before she continued. "You can stop your sniffling Filch," she said. "It's only petrified, by my telling. Albus? Bella?"
"I agree," they both said.
"She's not dead?" Filch said, trying to contain his tears.
"No, dear. You can take her body down to Poppy, and I'm sure with her Mandrake crop Pomona can have her back to normal before the end of the year." No student would be happy with that outcome. Once Filch had left, McGonagall spoke again. "All except Andi, Bella, Alice and Albus can go. We will discuss this tomorrow before breakfast, to which no one will be late."
The other professors accepted this and all moved away silently, knowing not to discuss anything until they were well out of earshot.
"Mr Potter, a story if you please," she said calmly and politely to Harry. She thought it would be a far more effective way of getting the truth out of him, though she highly doubted that he had anything to with it. Plus, Bellatrix was hovering behind him like a mother bear, waiting to jump to his defence. The woman would not admit it, but McGonagall knew her far to well. If he had both Bellatrix Black and Angelina Johnson as guardian angels, he would be more protected than the Minister of Magic herself.
"I-I-I," Harry stuttered nervously, until Bellatrix put a hand on his shoulder. Taking a breath, he tried again. "I was walking back to the Gryffindor common room when I heard a voice. And I followed it here, that's when I saw Filch's cat, and the writing. I had nothing to do with it, I swear on Morgana!" he blurted out.
"Shh, shh. No one is saying you did, Harry," Bellatrix reassured him.
"Why were you alone?" McGonagall asked.
Harry blushed. "I had asked Cedric to speak alone, to umm thank him for catching me during the match."
McGonagall could not help but let a little smirk touch her lips at his explanation. She knew he was telling the truth. "What was the voice like?"
"High-pitched," Harry said. "And echoey. It wasn't human."
McGonagall stared impassively at him, but he could see in her eyes that her mind was whirling. "And what did this voice say?"
"Just one word, just 'kill'," he replied. Harry could feel the already tense atmosphere become ever more charged as he quoted what he had heard.
"Thank you very much, Harry," McGonagall said. "Alice if you could please return him to your common room."
Alice stepped forward and gently guided Harry away from Bellatrix but not before she gave him a reassuring squeeze. Alice could tell how reluctant Bellatrix was to leave him, but duty called.
"You don't think it's happening again, do you?" Andromeda broke the silence left by Alice and Harry's departure. "Albus?"
"I can't say," the wizened man replied. "The cat was certainly petrified."
"And that's how it started last time, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "And a Witch was killed," he added, referring to the writing.
"That is also troubling," McGonagall murmured. "Could it have been a student?"
"I doubt a student could petrify something with a spell," Bellatrix said. "If they can they've hidden their prowess from me. Potion, perhaps?" she asked, looking at her sister.
"Possible," Andromeda confirmed. "But highly unlikely, and would probably wear off. I can run a test tomorrow."
"Do that," McGonagall nodded. "For now, we have to treat it like a one off. But be on alert. If there is another attack, we'll consider our options. And if you two could refrain from telling your sister that would be great."
"Draco will tell her anyway," Andromeda pointed out.
"It sounds far worse coming from you," McGonagall replied. "Now the question is whether we leave the mess for Filch as a distraction for him or clean it up and give him a day off to get over his cat's comatose state?"
They debated that for a while. But all of them felt, irrationally maybe, that this was more than a copycat. The fact that it was Myrtle's bathroom that was flooded did not help that, though few knew about her connection the previous time this happened.
To the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened.
The last time a student died.
A/N: Dun Dun Dun! There's actually a whiff of plot in this one... Apologies if there are some mistakes, I didn't have time to read through twice (squeezing Barbenheimer in before work). Hope y'all enjoyed it anyway, as always, have a good weekend :)