Chapter 1: Meeting uncle Harry
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Ms. Cole looked up as she heard the door open. A handsome young man in a well kept black suit walked in. He had a head of jet black hair and striking emerald green eyes. She stood a bit straighter, men like this were usually the agents of some rich noble or a large law firm, wanting to offer a charitable donation to the orphanage. He wasn't carrying a suitcase, but he might have a letter or check in his coat pocket.
"Good afternoon sir. How may I help you"
His sharp eyes focused on hers and he offered a slight smile as he walked up to the desk. "I believe my niece is at this orphanage, I am here to take her home"
Her eyebrows shot all the way up. That was highly unusual. Orphans did manage to get adopted, though a lot less often than she would have hoped, but an estranged relative showing up? If a child still had family out in the world, there was usually a reason why they had been dropped off in an orphanage and not sent to them.
"And your niece's name?"
The man put on a contemplative look "I am afraid I'm not aware of the name my sister gave her, but her last name should be Riddle"
A rush of cold swept up Ms. Cole's body at his words. It couldn't be.
Looking at the man more attentively, she could see a slight resemblance to the girl, though he looked nothing like the poor woman that had died giving birth to her.
"You mean young Emily" she said in a faraway voice as she remembered. A rabbit hung from the stairs, two children returning from a cave, unable to speak, the little accidents and misfortunes that befell everyone when near her. None of it could be traced back to the girl, and yet anytime Ms. Cole looked into her cold eyes, she knew.
"Emily" the young man repeated, testing out the name "Ah yes, our dear grandmother's name. At least in that, Merope did not fail"
Ms. Cole did not comment on how crass the man sounded when speaking of his sister. She made a quick decision.
She had told herself years ago that if anyone tried to adopt Emily she would warn them, her conscience wouldn't let her live it down otherwise. But this man had a similar demeanor to the young girl, and so she figured the two of them deserved each other. She would be his problem now.
"Would you like to see her now, Mr…"
"Gaunt. Harry Gaunt"
…
Harry followed behind the older matron, his eyes drifting lazily from door to door, as if he couldn't sense the overwhelming magical energy coming from the one to the far left.
Ms. Cole led him with a stiff gait, uncomfortable with having her back to him. He smirked, his Tom Riddle imitation had done wonders. They stopped in front of a door that looked identical to all the others, except Harry could feel the magic pulsing on the other side.
The matron knocked twice and waited a few moments, she most definitely did not want to burst in on anything Emily could be doing in that room. She exhaled and then opened the door.
A slim, dark haired girl sat on her bed, posture straight, hands on her lap and impassive face looking at the two adults with practiced indifference. "Emily, this man is here for you…" Ms. Cole paused, not having thought about how exactly the girl would react to the news "He is your uncle"
The young girl's eyes widened in shock. Ms. Cole gave Harry a nod and swiftly left them alone in the room. Harry stepped in, the door creaking shut behind him.
"My uncle?" Emily asked, as if the words made no sense.
"Emily, it is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Harry Gaunt, and I am your uncle." He smiled at her, his emerald green eyes twinkling.
"Is this a joke?" her face hardened into a sneer "It is, isn't it. They're trying to get back at me" Pencils and pens at her desk began to float.
Harry shook his head "I am your mother's brother, it took me all this time to track you down, but I am here to collect you and bring you home"
At the mention of her mother Emily's sneer deepened. She looked at the man, contemplating his features, there were some similarities.
His hair was an inky black that was similar to hers. His eyes were green while hers were brown, but the shape was similar. As she took him in, he resembled what she had sometimes pictured her father to look like.
But he had said he was from her mother's side. Her pathetic mother who had died giving birth to her.
"My mother? That useless woman?" She hissed. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. If she antagonized the man he would refuse to adopt her and she'd be stuck at the orphanage, but discovering she had family destroyed the reigns she had on her emotions.
Instead of yelling or chastising her, the man chuckled "Merope was rather weak, pathetic really" he gave her a sweeping look "But you seem to be worthy of the family name"
She was being praised, as she knew she always deserved. Her heart rose and she stood up from the bed and took a step forward. She was tall for her age but he was much taller, towering over her. He held his hand out to her, she noticed the ring on his finger, gold with a black stone in the middle, engraved with a symbol she had never seen before.
She had never trusted an adult, or anyone for that matter, but she stretched her hand out and grabbed onto his. Warmth spread over her as his much larger hand enveloped hers.
"Let us leave, there is much to discuss"
..
So far, the plan had gone off without a hitch. Harry led his 'niece' through the streets of London, strutting with the air of superiority that only an aristocrat could hold.
In the ten minutes or so since they had left the orphanage, Emily had been quietly observing her uncle. "Are we rich?" She asked.
Harry simply smiled, still looking forward "Oh, we are much more than rich my dear niece" he led her down an abandoned alley, and for a moment Emily wondered if this was all a ruse. If this man was going to rape her and then leave her battered body out for the rats. If that was the case, he was in for a rude awakening.
"I am about to take us into our home, Emily" he said "You may feel some discomfort" and with that he twisted in place, and suddenly Emily felt as if she was being pushed through a thin tube.
She couldn't describe what she saw, or even if she was seeing anything at all, but as quick as it had started it stopped, and they were suddenly out in the countryside, in front of a massive manor house.
It was three stories and made out of red brick, dozens of windows glinting in the sun. It was a massive estate, and as Emily glanced around she could see that there was nothing but grassland and forest as far as her eye could see.
Her body was just recovering from what had happened, and as she turned to question her uncle she saw the man was already halfway up the stone pathway.
He glanced back at where she was still rooted to the spot "I am sure you have many questions, I will answer them inside where it is not so cold" as if his words held power she shivered slightly as a breeze passed by. It was early february, though she did not see any snow around the grounds.
Harry had turned back and continued walking. After a split second Emily followed after him, she would not run to catch up, but he slowed down his walk enough for them to once again be side by side as they walked up the stairs to the massive wooden door.
The brown door was smooth; carved in its center was a larger version of the symbol she had seen on her uncle's ring. A line within a triangle within a circle.
"There's no handle" Emily commented upon further inspection. Indeed, the door had no lock, keyhole or doorknob.
Harry smiled down at her "there is no need for it"
He pressed his palm against the symbol and it filled up with a white light. The light flashed but for a moment and then faded. Harry pressed his hand to the door and pushed it open with a creak.
The sitting room was cozier than she would have thought, a small velvet couch next to a crackling fireplace. A coat rack to the side and a long hallway that disappeared to the back.
"The main entrance is grander, but this is more… intimate" he motioned for her to sit on the couch and she did, leaning forward on the seat as she stared intently at him.
He pulled out a length of wood and waved it in the air. Suddenly a regal looking chair materialized in front of her and he sat down.
"So, questions"
A million things raced through her head. She wished she could just pluck his mind from him and consume his memories, to know everything he knew instantly.
"Our family has powers" she stated simply. It was clear. The things she could do, had grown up being able to do, it came from her family.
His smile widened "I take it you've noticed then? That you are able to do things, make things happen when you want them to?"
She nodded "I can make people hurt, make people do things I want"
He chuckled "You are a witch Emily, and I am a wizard. We can wield magic"
"Can only our family do that?"
He raised an eyebrow at this, not expecting this to be the line of questioning she'd follow "No, there are many wizarding families out there. Many magical beings as well. There is an entire wizarding society that exists, hidden from the muggles"
Emily took 'muggles' to mean those who had no power. It made sense to exist apart from them, they should not be allowed to breathe the same air.
A worry began to worm into her mind. If there were many other wizards and witches, what if she wasn't special among them? What if she was just another witch? A mediocre one? She needed to be strong. To be revered. She stared up at her uncle once more.
"Are we powerful?"
Harry tilted his head to the side "That question has many answers" he took a breath "I am very powerful, and from what I saw in that woman's mind, you have excellent potential" Emily's eyes widened at the implication. Mind reading? Could he read her mind?
Harry read her expression "Yes Emily, I can read your mind. But I haven't done it yet" she felt a small amount of relief, though the fact that he could do it at any time bothered her "I will refrain from looking into that pretty head of yours, as long as you behave"
"Now, as I was saying. We would both be considered powerful in our respective age groups. The Gaunt family, unfortunately. Is anything but"
Emily furrowed her brow "How can that be, this mansion…"
"Is not Gaunt property" Harry put his hand up "Let me explain fully my dear"
"Our family is one of the most ancient and noble in Britain, and we are descendants of one of the greatest wizards of all time, Salazar Slytherin. But, over the past few centuries, a succession of weak men have diminished out standing and led the house to ruin" Harry's face filled with disgust "Cast off by society at large, our family was forced to look… within to keep our blood pure. And that resulted in pathetic specimens like my dear sister"
"Keep our blood pure?" Emily asked. Even though she didn't understand the concept, the words made sense to her.
Harry nodded "the most powerful families strive to keep their blood pure by marrying each other. Unfortunately, due to our misfortune the other families no longer thought us a worthy match"
Emily's heart began pounding in her chest as she put the pieces together, a sinking feeling in her stomach "How was I born?"
Harry looked down at her sadly "Your mother placed an enchantment on a muggle by the name of Tom Riddle"
She was not pure of blood. She was tainted. For the first time Emily Riddle felt despondent.
Seeing her reaction, Harry grabbed onto her hand and Emily felt that warmth rush through her again "You may be a halfblood my dear niece. But you are gifted, very gifted. I would not have taken you in if I hadn't seen how special you were"
"How could you have know I was gifted? We only spoke for a few minutes" Ms. Cole's memories would not have show him much, since Emily had always been good at covering her tracks. Emily knew that it was obvious, that she exuded power and superiority, but she wanted him to say it.
"It only took me a glance to know you are exceptional Emily" he reached out his other hand and held onto hers "Together, we can return our family to its former glory"
"Are we the only ones left?"
Harry nodded "You had another uncle and your grandfather as well" his eyes darkened at their meintion "They lived in a rundown shack on Riddle's property. They were ultimately worthless, and they stood in my way" his eyes bore into hers as he spoke "And so I disposed of them and took control of the family"
He was searching her for any disgust, any indignation or shock after he admitted to having killed his father and brother. But Emily simply nodded. Blood or not, if her uncle and grandfather had been worthless enough to live in a shack when they could do magic, the bloodline was better off without them.
"Uncle" the word felt strange coming off her tongue "You say this place is not Gaunt property. Whose is it then?"
Harry smiled. His hands slid from hers as he went to unbutton the cuffs of his suit. "This home is mine" he stood up and motioned for her to follow as he undid his tie "Through cleverness and skill, I was able to make something of myself. I abandoned my family and went out into the wider world. I married the sole heiress of another ancient and dying family. She passed from an illness, and now I am the lord of another noble house, House Peverell"
Emily wondered if it had truly been an illness that had killed his wife, but her uncle's voice had softened when he'd mentioned her. Not that she would chastise him if he had killed her, she understood ambition and the sacrifices that had to be made to feed it.
"Now my dear, I believe that is enough conversation for now" he threw his tie off and it floated to a rack on the wall, folding itself neatly with all the others "Let me show you to your room so you may get settled in"
He led her to a tastefully decorated room with a large four-poster bed. There was a desk and an empty bookshelf on the far corner.
Emily inspected the room and found it to be satisfactory. She turned to see her uncle leaning against the doorframe, glancing at his watch "It is only half past eleven! We're making good time" he offered her a toothy grin "get settled, I will change from these clothes into something more comfortable and then we will go purchase your things" he began to turn away before he doubled back "I almost forgot. How old are you Emily?"
"I turned ten in december" she answered neutrally. Her birthday was new years eve, but she hated celebrations, she didn't want her uncle knowing the date.
He nodded thoughtfully "Yes. Yes, plenty of time" he gave her one last smile "We will meet back in the sitting room in a half hour"
…
Fifteen minutes later Emily walked down the stairs. She had changed from the plain black dress she had worn to a plain white one. The orphanage hadn't exactly provided them with a varied wardrobe. It had taken her only minutes to unpack her meager possessions. She had taken a few moments to organized what she had learned, but just found herself too eager to learn more to sit still any longer.
Upon reaching the landing, she saw that her uncle was already there. He had changed from his suit to a pair of black trousers and a white button up shirt. Observing him, she couldn't help the unbidden thought that her uncle was very handsome.
Emily had never found others attractive, she could tell when someone was good looking and when they were ugly, she knew she herself was very pretty, but those thoughts were almost clinical. They never roused any sort of emotional reaction from her. Now, looking at how the muscles in her uncle's arms were taught against his sleeve, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like for him to squeeze her throat.
"I see you couldn't wait either" he smiled
"Come" he grabbed her hand. She squeezed his larger hand as hard as she could as he directed her towards the fireplace.
…
Emily held her head high as they walked the cobblestone streets. Harry still kept her hand in his grasp, taking every opportunity to do so throughout their trip. It had been one thing for him to tell her about magic, but for it to be all around her, it was magnificent. The cauldrons, the smells and colors of the potion shop, the brooms floating in the display window of Quality Quidditch Supplies , seeing the goblins inside of the bank, it was intoxicating. Emily vowed never to return to that dreary world she had come from.
They had visited almost every store. Harry had bought her half a dozen sets of the finest robes imaginable. He had bought her a cauldron, a trunk and dozens upon dozens of books. She had wanted more, but he promised her they'd return, she needed to master the basics first. Not that he'd only bought her first year books, in her new trunk were copies of Unfogging the Mind and Principles of Runecrafting.
She would have wondered why he was splurging so much on her, only purchasing the highest quality of everything, but they'd started their journey by visiting the Peverell vaults, and she had seen mountains upon mountains of gold coins inside.
"Now all we need is your wand"
Excitement coursed through her. She had been able to do much without a wand, but with one, a world of possibilities would be open to her.
Ollivanders was dark and dusty, with shelves upon shelves of boxes littered around haphazardly. At the desk stood a middle aged man with short cropped brown hair and a crooked nose. His pale blue eyes filled with curiosity as the door swung closed behind them.
"Mr. Gaunt, are there any issues with your wand? I didn't expect you back so soon"
Harry shook his head as they stepped further into the shop. More than any other place they'd visited so far, Emily could feel the deep wells of magic dormant in this place. It send a shiver down her spine.
"My wand has performed excellently, Mr. Ollivander" he gestured toward Emily "I have recently taken custody of my niece, and she requires a wand"
Ollivander looked her over and Emily felt unsettled by the man's gaze, as if he was looking right through her. Was he reading her mind?
"Is this young lady of Hogwarts age?"
Harry shook his head "Not quite, but she is very gifted, and I wouldn't want to stymie her growth while we wait for an arbitrary age"
Ollivander nodded as his gaze returned to her "Very well, come forth young lady"
Emily stepped forward. Two lengths of tape sprung to life and began measuring different parts of her. She understood needing her arm width, but why did the man need the distance between her eyes?
Even as the measuring tapes were doing their work, Ollivander began searching through boxes of wands. Harry sat down on a bench by the door with a bemused look on his face.
"Thornwood, nine inches, unicorn hair," he bent the wand "rather springy"
Emily grabbed onto the wand, expecting to feel a surge of power, but she felt nothing. She'd barely held the wand for a second before the man snatched it from her hand and brought another.
This continued on for half a dozen wands, none of them prompting any reaction. Ollivander's brow became progressively more furrowed, until he threw a furtive glance towards Harry "Mr. Gaunt, I get the feeling you know something I don't"
Harry shrugged, but he sported a mischievous smile "I'm simply observing your work Mr. Ollivander"
Ollivander stared at him blankly for a moment before he snapped his fingers. Weaving his way to a specific box, he pulled out a long, caramel colored wand.
"Yew, thirteen and a half inches, phoenix feather" he held the wand out gingerly towards Emily.
As her hand reached out, Emily knew this was the one. The wand leapt out of Ollivander's hand and, as Emily's fingers closed around it, black and green sparks burst from the end.
"Curious, very curious" Ollivander rubbed his chin, shooting constant glances at Harry. "Very curious indeed Mr. Gaunt"
Emily, who had been in awe at the sensation of overwhelming power she felt upon gripping her wand, looked at the wand-maker with irritation. "What's so curious?"
There was a twinkle in the man's eye "The phoenix whose feather is in that wand gave only one other" his eyes flicked over towards Harry "That wand bonded with your uncle all but a month ago"
Emily looked back at her uncle, who smiled back at her with an indecipherable look. Their wands shared a core? Clearly it was something very significant, considering the wand-maker's reaction. Emily felt a shiver run through her spine.
Harry stood from the bench, gold coins ready in his hand as he walked up to Ollivander "I trust this is enough?" He asked as he placed the coins on the table.
Ollivander nodded "More than enough Mr. Gaunt"
They exited the shop and walked in comfortable silence for a few moments. Emily had not let go of her wand, and she felt she would sleep tonight with it still wrapped around her fingers.
"I believe we should have some dinner before we return home" Harry put a hand on her back and ushered her into the pub at the end of the street, The Leaky Cauldron.
The pub was dingy and dirty, and Emily questioned how this could be the only eating establishment in the whole alley. They sat at a table where a notepad and quill sprung up. Her uncle spoke their order, not asking Emily what she would want, and the quill jotted it down before disappearing.
Two wine glasses popped into existence, filling up with dark red liquid from the bottom up.
"I hope wine is fine my dear" Harry said as he lifted his glass to take a small sip.
Emily smiled back at him and lifted the glass to her lips. She had never had any alcoholic beverage before, and as she sipped the blood red liquid she found the flavor left her unimpressed. Then again, she never found enjoyment in food nor drink.
"It is quite alright uncle" she placed the glass down, her right hand in her lap squeezing her wand. "Mr. Ollivander seemed to think that you knew ahead of time what wand would choose me"
He licked his lips "I'm no seer… but I had a hunch" his hand went to grab hers and again she felt the fire light up inside of her. "It wasn't certain that I would meet you, Emily. If I had read that woman's mind and found that you were unsatisfactory, I would have left and we would never have met" he removed his hand from hers and brought it up to her face. He began rubbing her cheek, and she couldn't help but lean into his hand. "But you are exceptional, Emily. More than that. Together, we can make our house greater than it ever has been"
…
When they arrived back at the manor it was nighttime. The sky was pitch black, the lit torches outside the manor barely making a dent in the void that looked to envelop them.
Harry ushered her in. They walked up the stairs until the stopped at her door.
Harry looked down at her "I am sure you are raring to use that" he looked over to the wand she still hadn't let go of "But you need rest, it has been a long and eventful day. First light tomorrow, we will begin your education"
Harry pulled back from her. He would allow her to keep her wand, Merlin knew it would be impossible to wrest it from her grip, but he would keep the books and everything else they had bought with him. It wouldn't do for her to go sleepless on her first night.
He had taken a few steps towards his room when his niece's voice called out to him.
"Uncle" he turned around to see her still standing outside her door. It seemed that she had waged an internal debate, and the decision was made. "May I sleep in your room?"
He paused only for a moment before he looked his niece over from head to toe "I would be foolish to deny such a request from a beautiful lady" he held his hand out towards hers.
His large, oaken door was cracked open. He pushed into the room. It was a massive room, with a very large bed sitting on a fine, exotic rug. Behind the bed was an opulent stained glass window, with the symbols of a lion and a snake on each side. There was a large bookshelf, this one filled to the brim with ancient looking tomes, and a door off to the far right that led to a bathroom.
He led her to the bed and sat down with her, where he pulled out his wand from his belt and placed it on the nightstands. Hesitantly, Emily placed her's next to his.
He put a hand on her leg. She put her hand over his. He gave her leg a squeeze.
"I confess that I have… selfish reasons for bringing you into the family" his emerald green eyes bore into her dark ones, and he found that she was staring back, unflinchingly "I've talked about the two of us restoring the Gaunt name to its former glory, and what better way to do it, than as husband and wife"
Her dark eyes glinted at his words "I would like that very much, uncle" she frowned "As long as you don't expect me to be one of those passive women that stay to the background"
Harry laughed " I wouldn't dream of it" he leant forward and kissed her forehead "Lady Gaunt will need to be powerful and active, with an overwhelming presence all of her own"
Their eyes met once more and they shared smoldering looks. Emily felt his fingers lightly dance down her neck and back. She shivered, spine arching forward as his digits ghosted over her.
He looked at her with half-lidded eyes. He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers.
Emily closed her eyes as she felt his soft lips on her. Things she had never felt before erupted out of her as if she had been set ablaze. His big, strong arms wrapped around her torso as he rolled them onto the bed, ending up with him on top of her. His body pressed hers into the mattress, his full weight on her much smaller body feeling heavenly, like she was being suffocated in warmth. His lips never left hers, and she felt his tongue prodding against her lips. She opened her mouth and his tongue burst in hungrily, searching for and wrapping around her smaller appendage.
Their tongues dueled as she buried her hands in his dark hair, its softness adding to the sensory overload. It was like before today at the orphanage she had been living in black and white, and her uncle had brought color into her life. She had thought herself incapable of passion, but now she was consumed by it. Her mind focused on her tongue, on the feeling of it as his danced around hers. His hands were moving up and down her side, sending jolts of electricity through her entire body.
He pulled back from the kiss and pressed his face to hers, her ragged breathing mingling with his as he looked at her with a lust filled gaze.
Harry got an idea and smiled into her "Grab your wand" he whispered.
Emily groped the nightstand, not breaking eye contact with his as she finally wrapped her thin fingers around her yew wand.
"Wave it over us, a swift flick, picture our clothing disappearing in your minds eye and will it to be"
Emily shuddered, she did as he said, visualizing their naked bodies, their skin touching, unencumbered by any barriers. With a flick of her wand, their clothes vanished.
She felt a rush at performing magic, and Harry had to push her hand towards the table for her to drop the wand.
He took her body in hungrily. She had just begun to develop, her breasts nothing more than little buds and her hips only just beginning to curve, but she was tall and slim with perfectly delicate skin and an almost angelic face.
Emily shuddered at his gaze, her nipples hardening as she felt something hot and big press up against her stomach. He was big, a physique that was almost stocky despite how tall he was.
He kissed her jaw and began to trail more kisses down her body, each kiss leaving molten lava in its wake. His fingers touched and tweaked at her, and as he kissed further down her body one hand began to tweak her nipple. Emily arched her back as He licked her pelvis, nicked her inner thigh, kissed her mound.
When his wet tongue made its first light lick on her clit, her body contorted as she pushed her pussy into his face, her hands grabbing onto his messy hair.
He began to lick her more, his tongue swiping around her clit, her lips, sometimes burying into her hole. She wrapped her long legs around his head as he ate from her hungrily. Her juices flowed freely and he made sure to swallow them, mixing some with his saliva as he spit on her treasure before he resumed his worship.
Emily felt a great trembling radiate from her core. Her whole body began shaking as her legs squeezed her uncle's head. He nuzzled his face to her entrance.
"You know my niece, our family gift has many uses"
Emily had no idea what this family gift was until his tongue began moving again, but this time it slithered and she heard him hissing. It was the snake language, and it pushed her over the edge as she shook uncontrollably and came all over his face.
Harry was soaked in his little niece's cum, greedily gulping down as much as he could while continuing to lick her now overly-sensitive clit. Emily tried to push him away but he pressed even harder, taking her over the edge and giving her an even greater orgasm. Her body surrendered as she went limp against him. He gave her pussy a few more licks, making sure his tongue covered every crevice.
He pulled back and she whimpered as he turned her around on her knees. She looked back questioningly and became shocked when he gave her a lecherous grin. His hands spreading her butcheeks open.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely.
He stared back at her, his eyes filled with an intensity that sent her heart racing "From this moment forward you will call me daddy, understood?"
Emily's eyes almost popped out of her head. Her body shook as the orgasm that had been subsiding erupted once again at his words, her face became flush "Yes daddy"
Satisfied, Harry put his nose to her rosebud, taking a large whiff of her scent, fueling his overwhelming lust. It took all his self control not to fuck her senseless right then. Instead, he began to lick circles around the entrance to her anus.
"Daddyyy!" Commanding her to call him that had opened the floodgates and now Emily became much more verbal. This new sensation was at the same time strange, wrong and absolutely toe curlingly blissful.
Then Harry pressed his face into her and pushed his tongue as deep as it would go. Emily collapsed forward into a heap and he followed her down, speaking parseltongue into her hole with desperate abandon until he had to pull back to take a breath.
Emily was a quivering mess now, her body twitching randomly as the girl who had been in control her entire life fully surrendered. Harry turned her around and she looked up at him with eyes glazed over.
"Daddy…I love you" his cock twitched hard. He looked down at her slim body, filled with sweat. Her nipples were painfully erect.
Harry scooted forward until his turgid cockhead was at her entrance. He leaned down, pausing to take a nipple in his mouth and pull with his teeth, his tongue licking the sensitive bud as he stretched it torturously, his teeth digging into the flesh as his tongue swirled around.
Her eyes rolled back as another mini-orgasm struck her. Harry released the nipple and pushed his hips an inch forward. His cock was putting pressure on her entrance, just another millimeter and he would breach her.
He grabbed her by the jaw and forced her to look up at him, her eyes full of worship.
"You are mine Emily… for all eternity" the air felt heavy after his words, the tension at her entrance building, the heat between them burning like a furnace.
"Understood?"
"Yes Daddy"
He pushed in and almost went crosseyed. The sensation of his head inside of her young cunt was indescribable. The fact that this was Voldemort, the fact that it was pseudo-incest, the fact that she was only ten , it all became too much and Harry had to use all his willpower to not flood her pussy right then and there as he finished pushing his cock as far as would go.
Emily screamed, her voice now hoarse, as she was filled to the absolute brim. A third of Harry's cock remained outside as he bottomed out in her. His breath became ragged as he took her lips in another kiss, every small twitch of her walls threatening to put him over the edge.
They remained motionless. Once he felt that he wouldn't explode at any moment, he rolled them over so that she was on top. He hugged her close to him, her body laying flat against his. One hand cradled her head into his neck as he attacked her own with licks and kisses. His other hand went down to her bum. He pushed his middle finger into her ass, earning a new shudder from her. He swirled his finger around inside, feeling every ripple of her pussy on his dick as he did so.
He removed his hand from her neck and wrapped it around her waist. He grit his teeth and released a breath.
Then he moved.
He set a violent pace, constricting her to him with his arms while he jackhammered into her tight little pussy, his finger still lodged in her ass. Emily yelped with every thrust until her voice was gone and she simply lay against his neck, kissing it desperately as Harry pounded her into the stars.
The sound of their slapping flesh grew louder and louder as Harry's pounding became even more punishing. He held no concern for wether her young body could even take the abuse, having given in completely to his lust for her.
"L-L-Love…y-y-you…Da-ddy!" Emily panted, completely incoherent.
Those words were too much for Harry, and with one final thrust he buried himself as deep as he could within her. His cock exploded, shooting jet after jet of thick cum into her preteen pussy. Harry held her firmly against him as he shot load after massive load into her.
This felt like the longest orgasm of Harry's life. He must have been on his fifth wad yet the volume has not diminished. Nothing was leaking, it was as if Emily's body was absorbing every single drop of his cum, even if there wasn't any room left.
Finally, his cock stopped twitching, though Emily's pussy still quivered around him for quite some time.
With a snap of his fingers, the lights went out in the room. Harry put the sheet over them and they both passed out, Emily still laying on top of him with his cock buried inside her.
….
The sunlight filtered in through the stained glass window, and so its glare wasn't as intense as it could be, though it still woke Harry up.
He gathered his bearings as he saw the girl still sleeping on his chest, her usually silky smooth raven hair looked wild and frayed. He smiled down as her breathing was synched with his. He could feel her contentment. At some point during the night his cock had slid out, though somehow there was no dried cum, his speculation that her body had taken it all in seemed true.
He hadn't planned last night. Well, he had, but he'd assumed it would take much much longer to pull off. Tom Riddle had been cold and trusted absolutely no one, and while Emily was the same, she also desperately craved a father figure, even if she had suppressed that feeling as much as she could.
He had created some sort of bond with her, another thing he hadn't planned but something he did not mind at all.
This plan of his had changed so much over the years…
The war had been going badly, very badly. Most of Harry's friends were dead, and by the time he had caught up to Voldemort's level of power (thanks in large part to shortcuts) there was nothing much left saving. And so he'd done the unthinkable: he gave up the fight and fled England for the United States.
It had really been a masterstroke. It took Voldemort months to realize Harry had gone and wasn't just in hiding, which gave him plenty of time to research.
He wanted to travel back in time. Back to when he could fix things. The problem was there were no real ways to travel more than a few hours. Even the gigantic time-turner in the Department of Mysteries could only go back months. But where there was magic, there was always a way.
He'd found what he wanted in the Andes, in the ruins of the Inca empire. By this point he'd traveled the entire length of the americas, absorbing knowledge wherever he went, and even found immortality and eternal youth, in ways that were much more favorable to one's sanity than a Horcrux. He found it ironic that he'd mirrored Tom Riddle's own travels across eastern and central Europe, at the same age even. At this point he was twenty-five and mature in his power.
The Sapa Inca, the ruler of the Inca empire, had a secret ritual that had long since been lost to time. It required the sacrifice of a person, and through this you would be able to travel to any point in that person's lifetime. Harry had long since absorbed most of the horcrux that Voldemort had inadvertently placed in his scar, but he had broken off a small piece and kept it in an amulet, just in care it ever came in handy.
And it did, by sacrificing that sliver of soul, he would be able to go to any point in the life of Tom Riddle.
There was one gigantic catch: once you traveled through time, you were unable to harm the person you had sacrificed, directly or indirectly.
Harry had quickly formulated a plan. He would adopt young Tom Riddle and prevent him from becoming a monster. A younger Harry would have struggled and fought against that plan, rejecting it despite it being the only solution. Now Harry was less blinded by emotion, and so he accepted it without much debate.
The ritual took a while to prepare, three years to be exact. And those three years changed everything.
He had settled in to live in Argentina, deciding once the ritual was ready he would travel down to Patagonia to perform it. In that time though, his perspective on things changed.
Voldemort was a dictator in England, and the international jockeying that had caused had dominated the magical news for a while. But then something unexpected happened; magic began to die.
Harry didn't understand it at first. But when he discovered the source his entire worldview was upended. The muggles had been polluting the planet, destroying it with fossil fuels and carbon emissions and extracting its resources until the land was left barren. As the earth began to wither and die, magic went with it.
He denied the truth for longer than he should have, but right before he performed the ritual he had a moment of clarity. His goals had changed massively, his enemy had morphed.
He would still travel back and adopt Tom Riddle, but instead of trying to change the young man, he would nurture him and ensure his loyalty. Together, they would take over the magical world, overthrow the muggles and crush them under their heel.
It was the only logical solution.
He had arrived back here two months ago. On his first day back he had traveled to the orphanage under his invisibility cloak to learn that instead of Tom there was now Emily. He observed her and found that she was still fundamentally the same person as his timeline's Riddle, if just slightly less rough around the edges, and decided the plan would go ahead.
Thanks to the hallows, he'd taken the Peverell lordship. He'd then gone to the Gaunt shack, where he killed Morfin and took the Gaunt ring. Due to his merging with the horcrux, he was accepted as lord Gaunt. He legally changed his name to Gaunt, and through the massive Peverell vaults, he would soon establish himself in pureblood society.
"Daddy"
Harry was broken from his musings as he looked down at the girl that lay on his chest. He could still feel the adoration she felt for him though her gaze was now more muted and focused.
"Emily"
The girl stretched languidly on top of him, light popping sounds coming from her neck and wrists.
"Make me powerful"
He smiled lightly as he saw her face turn determined and cold, he would hone her into a weapon much greater than any this world had seen before
