Chapter 2: Hogwarts
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"Hufflepuff!"
Frank Wadder, a short muggleborn boy with light brown hair, stood from the stool as Professor Dumbledore removed the hat from his head. The young boy nervously headed to the Hufflepuff table, where his new house gave him a warm welcome. And so, the sorting was finished.
Emily sat at the Slytherin table with disinterest. She had been sorted much earlier and so had to suffer through all these unimportant, faceless people holding her time hostage. What did it matter where anyone else was to be sorted? Why did she even have to be here, among these children?
Of course, she knew the reason. Though not many, there were a few things that only Hogwarts could teach her. There was also the business of their birthright, Slytherin's chamber that was hidden somewhere in the school. But above all else, she needed to make connections, to create a base of followers from the most ancient and noble houses in England
"...And finally…" the headmaster, Armando Dippet, had been talking for some time now, though Emily only deigned to give him her attention now, for the only knews of his that were truly important. "...Let us give a warm welcome to our new charms professor, Lord Harry Gaunt!"
Polite applause rang across the hall as the handsome man nodded and smiled. Emily beamed at him. Their eyes met and he gave her a confident wink.
"You're a Gaunt too aren't you?" a blonde boy across from her, Abraxas Malfoy, asked "Is he your father?"
Emily shook her head, the coldness returning to her face. She hated having to interact with these children, but they were her future pawns. "He is my uncle"
The boy nodded. The dark haired girl that had been sitting next to her spoke up "I thought the Gaunts were disgraced, living in a shack or a gutter weren't they?" She looked over to Harry "Definitely not put together like that"
Anger boiled inside of her. Not at the insult towards her family, but at her brazen look towards her daddy.
An older boy sporting a prefects badge chipped in.
"Shows how much you know, Black. Lord Gaunt has been making the rounds recently, he was at your own family's ball this past yule"
Walburga Black scrunched up her nose "I'm not allowed at those types of parties yet " she glanced back at Emily "Is your uncle married? I heard the Gaunts come from Slytherin." She got a faraway look in her eye. "A marriage to the Black's could really help improve your family's standing." she looked at Emily dismissively.
Emily felt an overwhelming urge to run her wand down this girl's face and watch as it slowly split open, her skull and brain matter exposed for all to see. "He is already taken." she said through gritted teeth.
"He's Married?"
Emily's eyes narrowed further "No"
Walburga smiled happily "I need to write daddy a letter then. Once your uncle receives an offer from House Black, he will surely reconsider any other commitment."
The food appeared on their plates and the students began to eat. Emily sat fuming, though no one else who had heard the conversation thought much of it. It was Slytherin after all, this was the way things worked. To them, Walburga was doing her a favor by suggesting a marriage with her uncle.
Emily looked over to the head table and saw Harry eating slowly, Professor Slughorn ignoring his own food to talk animatedly with him. He was hers. She could be his only wife.
But as she looked at him, she couldn't help but picture Walburga sitting on her daddy's dick. It made her body heat up. Imagining her daddy tear the little bitch in two and making her nothing more than a slut. He would never be tender or loving with her, she would just be a cunt he used whenever he wanted.
Emily looked to the girl on her right. Walburga's hair was cut shorter than hers, reaching just above her shoulders. She was shorter than Emily, and her face was clearly not as beautiful, but she was attractive, and her blue eyes shone brightly against her pale skin.
She would teach this little bitch her proper place.
Soon the meal ended and they were all led to their common room by the prefect that had spoken earlier. Besides the Malfoy boy, there was a tall boy with short cropped black hair and a wide nose, Brutus Rosier, and a brown haired boy with a freckled face by the name of Callum Yaxley.
Besides Black, there were two other girls in her year, Agrippina Rosier and Irene Greengrass. Inconsequential.
They entered the dungeons and, after a brief talk from the prefect on what was expected of them in the house of snakes, they were led to their dorm.
Emily took in all the details inside the common room, the carvings on the wall. The paintings, the statues, they all belong to her and her uncle; all of these people trespassing on her property were her vassals, peasants living on land she had generously doled out. They would be made to heel, starting with Walburga Black.
Their dorm room had four large beds, splayed out in a circle. A door to the left led to the bathroom. As she observed the room. She saw that there was a bed next to the sole window in the room, a perfect view of the Black Lake and its eerie green-tinted waters.
The trunk that had been placed in front of that bed was not hers. She saw Walburga walking toward it and a cruel smile crept up her face. She glanced back to see the prefect was gone and the other two girls were moving towards their own beds. She whipped out her wand and waved the door shut, locking and silencing it as well.
Before Walburga could reach her bed, her trunk was levitated away to the bed on the opposite wall, she whipped around to see Emily smirking back at her, moving her own trunk to sit in front of the bed by the window.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Walburga hissed. Agrippina and Irene shared a glance and backed away toward the bathroom entrance, leaving the other two girls to their confrontation.
Emily smiled coyly back at her "I desire that bed" she nodded towards the one that had been assigned to Walburga "You can have the other one"
Walburga's fists clenched "Gaunt, you would be well served to not disrespect your betters. Slytherin's descendant or not, your family is a stain compared to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black" with every word her voice raised in anger, until finally she whipped out her wand.
She had been given a wand since the age of seven. All Blacks were prepared before Hogwarts, to ensure they were always head and shoulders above their peers.
"Expelliarmus!" Walburga yelled.
Emily simply stood there, unmoving and unimpressed. As the scarlet light of the spell sped towards her, she held her hand out. When the spell reached her, Emily smacked it away with the back of her hand. The light barreled directly to the bed where Walburga's trunk now sat. The other two girls quickly scurried away as the spell struck the bed and it collapsed into a broken heap.
Walburga stared at Emily with shock, and another emotion she didn't want to describe was welling inside of her: fear. "WHAT ARE YOU?" she shrieked, pointing accusingly at the girl who could not possibly be human.
Emily cocked her head to the side "I am the heir of Salazar Slytherin, and you, along with everything else here, are my property" she walked towards the frozen Black, the other two girls cowering against the wall.
Walburga steeled herself as the girl approached, the half dozen spells she knew dying in her tongue as the black haired girl walked past her without even a glance and sat down on the bed. She began taking off her shoes, nonchalant as the other three girls stood stock still.
Emily removed her socks and glanced up to see the other three still staring at her. "You two, to your beds!" She barked. The Rosier and Greengrass girls yelped as they scrambled to their beds. Irene immediately closed her blinds, but Agrippina kept hers open, having the bed that was next Emily's.
Walburga looked down at Emily, her fear receding as her anger boiled over once more. "You little bitch! Once I tell my father-"
"You will say nothing" Emily's cold gaze locked into hers, and for all she could, Walburga couldn't look away. She began seeing images, horrible images, of herself in chains, limbs missing, of her family manor in ruins, its treasures being carted off, of her father, looking down at her disapprovingly before his head was cut off.
Walburga covered her mouth to stifle a scream as she was brought back to reality. Emily still stared back at her, no emotion present in her face "You will sleep at the foot of my bed, if you still do not know how to behave, you will sleep on the floor like a common mutt."
"W-W-What?!"
"I will not repeat myself." she responded firmly.
Walburga should have run to the door, ripped it open and yelled for a prefect, a teacher, anyone. But somehow deep inside she knew that wouldn't work, this Gaunt girl would ensure that it wouldn't.
And so she found her legs moving towards the bed. She looked over towards
Agrippina, but upon meeting eyes the other girl hurriedly turned around and closed her own blinds.
Her shins hit solid wood and she realized she was at the bed. She raised her foot to climb up but Emily's hand stretched out to stop her.
Emily wagged her finger "I don't allow clothing in my bed"
Walburga gave her an incredulous look, but she backed down rather quickly at Emily's icy glare.
Shakily, the Black heiress removed her clothing, stripping down until she was completely bare.
Emily's eyes raked over her body. Her breasts were bigger than her own, her hips forming more of a silhouette. She looked down to her small little cunt, a tuft of black pubic hair growing on her mound.
Her inspection finished, she scooted back on the bed and Walburga climbed in. At some point in those few seconds, Emily had removed her own clothing, and she now looked down as Walburga tried to curl up at the foot of her bed.
"There's… there's very little room here" Walburga said in a whisper, the hint of fear in her voice setting Emily ablaze.
Emily closed the blinds.
"Dogs don't need much room, they are comfortable as long as they sleep near their master" Emily cocked her head "And I am your mistress, Walburga Black, for now and forever"
Walburga's heart sank into her stomach. Emily lay herself against the headboard, her hands tweaking her nipples. This was her first night sleeping without daddy, and though she knew that would be corrected soon, it still left her very frustrated.
"Have you ever eaten a cunt before?"
Walburga was trembling now "I-I-I've never even been kissed"
Emily's eyes shone with a predatory glaze as she crooked her finger "Come, eat your mistress' pussy like a good little mutt" Emily spread her legs and Walburga saw her pink lips, wet with excitement.
Walburga whimpered as she crawled on the bed toward her. Emily couldn't help but be disappointed, she had been so high and mighty, so sure of her own superiority, and yet in only a few minutes she had turned the girl into a pliant little kitten. Were these the quality of people entering the house of Salazar?
Walburga's face was now inches from her pussy. Nervous and unsure of what to do, Walburga put her tongue out, scrunched up her nose at Emily's musky scent, and gave hesitant licks from her taint to her pussyhole.
Compared to Harry's expert and passionate work, Emily found Walburga to be very lacking. She allowed her a few more clumsy attempts before her hand shot out and grabbed her by the hair, her nails digging into Walburga's scalp as she shoved the Black heiresses face into her cunt.
Walburga tried to push against her thighs to set herself free. Emily growled and snapped her fingers and Walburga yelped in pain, her body stiffening for a moment as Emily felt wet tears fall on her pelvis.
"That was a very mild pain curse" Emily held her face up against her cunt as she talked "Be a good girl and I wont use a worse one"
Walburga was now breathing raggedly, as best she could with a face full of cunt. Her eyes were fixed on Emily, tears flowing freely as the girl was becoming disoriented.
Emily raised her hand, threatening to snap again. Walburga's eyes bulged out and she immediately dove into Emily's pussy, her tongue moving frantically inside of the girl's cunt.
Emily sighed in satisfaction as she leaned back into the headboard, one hand tweaking her nipples while the other remained on Walburga's head, though her grip slackened. The girl was still nowhere near her uncle, but her newfound enthusiasm made it a decent experience.
Walburga stuck her tongue inside Emily's hole, stretching the muscle as far as it could go inside of the other girl. Thinking back to her own experiences with masturbation, she pulled back from Emily's cunt and moved up to lick at her clit, using soft, quick upward strokes, like a dog lapping at their water bowl.
"Good girl! Good gir!l" Emily purred throatily. She had not put up a privacy charm around the bed, and all for the better,let the other girls know the fate of those who challenged her.
Emily finally felt her orgasm building and she started grinding on Walburga's face, her pussy rubbing up against the other girl's nose and chin as Walburga frantically tried to match her desperate licks with Emily's disjointed rhythm.
Finally, after one instance where Walburga's nose bumped her clit while her tongue slid down her labia, Emily shook in orgasm, coating Walburga's face with a thin, glossy layer of her juices.
Satisfied, Emily collapsed on the bed and released the girls head.
Walburga gradually looked up, meekly staring at Emily, who was taking deep breaths and had her eyes closed.
"Did…did I do well… m-m-mistress?"
Emily raised her head to once again look down at Walburga, who was now looking at her with something akin to adoration. Was it that easy to break the mind of a pureblood?
"You were acceptable…" Walburga's face fell. "...now sleep. Classes begin tomorrow. Slytherins must always be on time"
Walburga nodded meekly and then curled up at the foot of the bed, arms wrapped around one of Emily's feet.
Emily smiled, the girl might be useless as a Slytherin and a pureblood, but she was the first of her many loyal followers.
…
The next morning the four girls exited the dorm room as a group. Emily walked confidently ahead of them, clearly in control, while Walburga was a few steps behind her to the right, eyes looking down at the floor. The other two girls were walking even further back from them, though not too far so that it wasn't clear they were in a group.
"I wonder what Gaunt did to have Walburga under her thumb. And so quickly as well." Abraxas Malfoy questioned the other boys. They all knew Walburga, and the girl was as bossy as they came, even by pureblood princess standards.
Yaxley shrugged "Whatever it was, it was very impressive"
Malfoy inspected the Gaunt girl, she was rather beautiful "Maybe I should talk to father about a marriage proposal…" he trailed off as he considered how best to word his letter.
A few hours later, the four first year girls were walking to their third class of the day, Charms. Emily had already established the dynamic, Greengrass and Rosier would walk behind them, one of them carrying Emily's bag. Walburga would be at Emily's beck and call, opening doors for her and answering whenever someone unimportant attempted to speak with her.
She had already made a brilliant impression in potions and transfiguration. Slughorn had been enamored with her almost instantly when she had showcased her innate skill at potion making, her incredible intellect and her ability to lead others, as she simultaneously brewed her and Walburga's potion while directing the rest of her housemates on how to best brew theirs. At the end of the class every single Slytherin potion had been exceptional. Slughorn almost asphyxiated from the non-stop praise that flowed from his mouth.
Daddy had told her Dumbledore was someone to tread carefully around, and so in his class she had made sure to act meek and respectful. She'd transfigured the matchstick into a needle almost as an afterthought, and then she spent the rest of the class not only helping her housemates, but even assisting some Hufflepuffs. It made her skin crawl, but it was a part of the web they were trying to weave.
Her heart was thumping as they approached this next class. This was the longest she'd ever been apart from daddy, and her body longed for him desperately. Even using Walburga in the girls bathroom before lunch hadn't sated her need. They had a free period after the class, and she was going to use every second of it.
They shuffled into the Charms classroom along with the Gryffindors and Emily couldn't help but stare down her uncle as Walburga and her took their seats. Harry smiled as subtly as he could, but Emily felt the heat coming from his gaze.
Still, they remained quiet as everyone settled into their seats. Harry had written his name in large letters on the blackboard, and when the last student finally settled down, he nodded curtly and began to speak.
"My name is Professor Gaunt, and I would like to welcome you to Charms!" He moved from behind his desk and began pacing in front of them, arms behind his back. "Along with transfiguration, charms are a fundamental pillar of wanded magic. At its broadest, charms encompasses curses, jinxes, enchanting and everything in between. It spans from the most mundane of spells to the darkest of magic. It will be your bread and butter, whether you are a highly skilled auror or a homemaker"
The first years were completely spellbound by Harry's speech. Emily looked on smugly as her daddy masterfully directed the class.
"Now, theory will be a crucial part of your education-" Harry flicked his wand and translucent white cubes appeared on everyone's desk. "-but practice makes perfect"
"Open your books to page twelve, you will find the instructions for performing the color changing charm, read it, understand it and master it"
Of course Emily didn't even bother opening her book. She waved her wand and the cube's faces turned an alternating green and silver.
Emily looked up at her daddy and Harry smiled back at her. She was capable of magic a hundred times more complex than that, yet she still reflexively seeked out his praise.
"Very well done Emily" Harry clapped lightly as everyone looked at the girl who was already proving to be a prodigy on her first day "Ten points to Slytherin"
For the next twenty minutes, the rest of the class attempted the charm, with wand movement and incantation of course. Harry let them flounder as they tried and failed to perform the spell, with jerky hand motions and inconsistent incantations. In the allotted time, only two of them were able to partially darken the color of the cube. He could see frustration and irritation in the eyes of almost all his students.
Harry went to stand in front of his desk and raised his hand to call their attention.
"By my watch it has been twenty minutes, in that time you've made very little progress on your task" the first years all looked ashamed, assuming he was going to reprimand them "Why do you think that is?"
No one answered, everyone looking at each other wondering who would be brave enough to answer such a loaded question.
"Come on now, I thought we had Gryffindors in this class. Show me some of that vaunted bravery"
Finally, a hand shot up near the back of the classroom. It was a Gryffindor boy.
"Ahh wonderful, your name?"
"Burgess Weasley sir" the red hair and freckles had been a dead giveaway. The boy resembled Fred and George rather closely.
"Five points to Gryffindor Mr. Weasley" Harry smirked at the surprise written on some of the students' faces. They had expected him to be strict and severe. "Now then, what say you, Mr. Weasley?"
"Umm… I think we failed because we're just starting out. We're not used to working our wands yet" there was a smattering of snickers and the boy's cheeks reddened.
"Good answer, take another five points" Harry nodded and the boy sat down "Anyone else have any ideas?"
Emily raised her hand cheekily.
"Anyone that's not my niece?"
Abraxas raised his hand with more confidence than Weasley had.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
"I believe we are struggling with the wand movement sir."
Harry nodded
"That is very good Mr. Malfoy, anyone else?"
Finally the ice was broken and a few of the students raised their hands. Most of them repeated Weasley and Malfoy's observations while others mentioned issues with enunciation.
"You are all correct, but you missed one other reason" Harry finally said "All the things you mentioned are a factor, but the biggest factor was out of your control. Your instruction was deficient"
Some students went wide eyed as Harry admitted what some of them had thought but not said, that the way he had been teaching them was at fault "I did this to highlight a deficiency, one I will be attempting to correct over my time here. Teaching methods in this school focus too much on feeding you individual spells, with accompanying wand movements and incantations that you must memorize and execute mechanically until perfected" Harry glanced at Emily's table. "Ms. Black, if you would please come forward"
Walburga jumped at Harry's request. She shot a sidelong glance at Emily, who had an impassive look on her face. Hesitantly, the Black heiress rose from her seat and walked up to him. Harry smiled at the young girl.
"Now Ms. Black, follow my instructions as best you can" the girl nodded shily. Harry put his hands on her hips, eliciting a shiver from the young girl that ran up her whole body. He turned her around to face the first desk at the front where two Gryffindor girls sat.
"Grip your wand well Ms. Black" Harry said, hands never leaving her hips. Walburga nodded, her face red from the feeling of his hands on her, and raised her wand.
"Do you remember how it felt when you first held your wand?" He leant forward as he asked this, his breath tickling the back of her neck.
"Y-y-yes sir" Warbuga answered shakily she felt a burning heat rise through her body.
"I want you to concentrate on that feeling, I want you to grasp it and push it through your wand until it feels heavier in your hand" Harry spoke every word at a volume that was clearly audible to the class. But still felt very intimate to Walburga.
The dark haired girl did as he said, worried that she would fail. Harry gave her waist a light squeeze and her heart leapt, eyes screwed in concentration.
"I did it!" She gasped, as she suddenly felt her wand throb with magic, just like it had when she'd first gotten it.
"Good, very good Ms. Black. Now I want you to close your eyes and picture that cube in your mind's eye, I want you to see the cube as clearly as possible, I want you to see the cube in the exact colors that you desire" Harry's mouth got closer and closer to her ear as Walburga closed her eyes.
The class was mesmerized. No one really paid any mind to how he held Walburga or how close he'd gotten to her, all too entranced by Professor Gaunt's voice.
"Tell me Ms. Black" Harry drawled "Can you picture the cube clearly in your head? Can you see each side of it distinctly, the color as crisp as if it had just been painted by hand?" Walburga stifled a gasp as Harry's fingers now dug into her hips a bit harder. She nodded her head slowly.
"On my mark, I want you to open your eyes, point your wand at the cube and simply push your magic at it through your wand. Understood?" Another nod.
"Now"
Walburga's eyes burst open as she leveled her wand at the cube. With a soft exhale, she squeezed her wand tight and the Gryffindor girl's cube went from translucent to a solid, bold shade of pink.
The entire class gasped in awe. Walburga's eyes widened in shock before she began to feel lightheaded and fell backward into Harry's arms.
"The most important element in almost every piece of magic is intent" Harry told the class as he cradled Walburga in his arms "I will not have you do away with wand movements and incantations completely, but I will expect you to weave intent into your casting as much as you can. My hope is that before you graduate, you will reach a point where you can cast magic by simply willing things into existence "
Harry glanced over at the clock in the back of the room and smiled. "That will be all for today, class dismissed"
The students left the classroom talking excitedly amongst themselves. As the last student filed out, Emily had stayed seated at her desk. The door closed behind them and finally they were alone, with a flick of his wand Harry locked it.
"Are you sure it is wise to teach them such advanced magic daddy?" Emily questioned as she stood and began to walk to him.
Harry dropped the semi-conscious Walburga on his desk. She had a small case of magical exhaustion after having performed that spell "We need a well trained populace for what we wish to achieve, my love."
Harry sat on the desk next to Walburga and opened his arms wide. Emily leapt into his arms and hopped on his lap, where she felt his erection pressing against her front.
Harry rained kisses on her neck and face, each driving the young girl wilder and wilder as her daddy's hot lips left trails of fire on her skin.
"You are beyond them, my little snake. I could teach them for a lifetime and they would still not be close to you" even more than his kisses, his words left Emily moaning in pleasure.
Walburga was looking at them through drowsy eyes, the heat she'd felt before returning as uncle and niece shared a deep kiss, Emily grinding her clothed cunt into her uncle's lap.
"I see you've made a…friend." Harry chuckled at his last word, eyes fixing in Walburga.
Emily bit her lip as she ground herself harder and harder against him "She wanted a marriage contract with you daddy." her burning gaze shot toward Walburga as well "Unfortunately for you, my pet, I'm the one who's going to marry daddy."
Emily put her hands on Harry's chest as she kissed and licked at his adams apple "But you can still be our slave, maybe a concubine if you behave yourself."
Harry placed his hands firmly on Emily's waist, just as he'd done to Walburga "I believe that's enough teasing, my dear"
Harry narrowed his eyes in concentration and suddenly their clothes vanished. Emily's sopping cunt came into direct contact with Harry's burning hot erection. Walburga's eyes almost popped out of her head upon seeing him naked, his well muscled body and his monstrous cock driving her young body crazy. Emily slid her wet lips along Harry's hard shaft, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt her pleasure mounting.
Harry bit his lips as he lifted Emily's smaller body, allowing his erection to spring Upward. He lined his cock with her entrance and slowly sank her down onto his stiff rod. The two lovers hissed, it had only been one night, but it had felt like an eternity since they'd been together.
They sat on the desk with his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. Before they continued, Harry snapped his fingers. Walburga found herself stripped naked and fully recovered from her magical exhaustion.
"Let me see if that cunt is worthy of me" Walburga found herself being levitated off the desk and moved until she was facing down, staring directly at Emily's lust filled eyes and her cunt facing Harry.
Simultaneously. Emily claimed her mouth in a rough kiss while Harry began bouncing his niece on his cock and dove his face into this new, tasty little cunt.
Walburga's eyes bugged out as she moaned into her kiss with Emily. She had barely even started touching herself down there over the past year, and Professor Gaunt's tongue was making her see stars as her body felt things it never had before. She couldn't help but squirm and grind into his face as Emily continued her domineering kiss, her hands moving up to roughly pull at Walburga's nipple as she sensually rode her uncle's cock.
Harry reveled in the pleasure. He had his niece, his greatest nemesis in a past life, riding his cock for all she was worth while he was ravenously eating the beautiful little cunt of the woman who he had previously known as an angry, racist, screeching portrait. Under his care, he would ensure Walburga learned better manners.
He let his tongue ravage the cunt in front of him, Walburga's twitches and twists under his levitation charm guiding him to where he should attack. Very soon he felt the girl shudder, and his face was coated in slick juices as she came. She was sweeter than Emily, though he still preferred his niece's taste.
"May I move her daddy?" Emily asked in between gasps, her face flush as she was nearing her own finish.
Harry grinned "Go right ahead my niece"
He released his control over Walburga and Emily seamlessly applied her own wandless levitation charm. She was not as gentle with the girl as he, and Walburga found herself shaken from her orgasmic bliss as Emily turned her upside down and rapidly lowered her down until her face was inches from Emily's clit.
"Lick your mistress like a good little bitch" Walburga complied. She stuck her tongue out and let Emily's clit rub up on her tongue as the girl slid up and down the large cock in her pussy. The friction of Walburga's tongue finally tipped her over the edge and Emily let out a hard gasp as she came all over Harry's cock.
Harry lifted his niece off his meat and laid her on his desk, plush, emerald green cushions having been conjured up for her comfort.
Once again in control of the girl who was hovering upside down in front of him, Harry flipped her until her cunt was lined up with his slick cock and unceremoniously dropped her down on it.
Walburga shrieked. Harry and Emily both laughed as the girl's virgin pussy was impaled on his massive shaft.
Emily crawled over to her daddy's side, dropping light kisses on his shoulder as Harry torturously lifted the whimpering Black on his cock.
"Daddy" Emily breathed into his hear, pressing her budding breasts against his side. "I had the most wonderful idea"
Harry's cock twitched. He wrapped his arms around Walburgas small body and pulled her to him, crushing the little girl against his body as he slowly fucked deep into her pussy.
"What is it my sweet?"
Emily cupped her hands around Harry's ears and whispered. Her plan equal parts devious and cunning. It didn't help that she would run her tongue inside his ear every few words.
Walburga was completely out of it, lost in the overwhelming pleasure as he teacher filled and violated her first year cunt, her pureblood cunt, ravaged by Harry's massive cock.
Emily concluded her plan and began kissing the side of Harry's face. The man had had enough, and he gave one more mighty push into Walburga's little cunt before he shot powerful thick bursts of his cum deep into her underage pussy.
Walburga eyes rolled to the back of her head. She'd been riding a constant orgasms since the professor had dropped her on his cock, and now his mighty twitches drove her past the edge and into new levels of pleasure, pleasure that eventually overwhelmed her and caused her to lose consciousness.
Harry and Emily spent the rest of the free period happily fucking as the Black heiress lay unconcious next to them, some cum dripping from her snatch but most of it seeping deep into her womb.
…
It was late evening in mid october, and Harry was in the teacher's lounge, absently swirling his tea around as he read over the letter in his hands.
"New business proposition?" He raised his head to where Horace Slughorn sat across from him, the portly man offering a smile as he took a sip from his own steaming cup of tea. On the opposite end of the table, Albus Dumbledore was grading essays, his own glass filled with hot cocoa, his face scrunched in concentration as he combed through each paper. He was only halfway through yet the paper was already filled with red from where Dumbledore had left notations.
"Of a sort" Harry answered, his grin widening as Slughorn looked put out by his cryptic answer.
"Harry, you seem to love torturing me with the vaguest of answers" Slughorn leaned forward "A man like me lives to help, yearns for it even, and you will find that I am quite the counsel in many arenas. Why, just the other day Albus needed assistance with a choice, and the advice I gave him was crucial!"
The two men glanced over at the transfiguration professor, who had already been marking his place on the essay, knowing he wouldn't have any peace now that Horace had forced him into the conversation.
"Is that so, Albus?" Asked Harry with an amused smile.
"Horace did assist me in deciding between green tea or earl grey recently, I went against his recommendation, but his insight was most certainly appreciated" Albus answered, quill still in hand as he hoped he would be able to return to his work.
Horace beamed "So you see my boy, you have only to gain by confiding in me"
Harry stared back for a moment before he shrugged "It is actually a marriage contract. Well… an offer for one anyway" Harry looked down at the regal looking document, the Black family seal prominent at the bottom. "From the Black family"
Horace perked up considerably at the mention of the Blacks, while Albus kept his head down, but did not resume grading his papers just yet. Slughorn put a finger to his chin "The Blacks are the quintessential pureblood family. A marriage with them would be sure to improve your house's standing… who is it with, if I may ask?"
"Young Miss Walburga" Harry answered, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Slughorn nodded along. There were a few daughters of the house of Black, Walburga was not the oldest, but she was the first daughter of the current Lord Black, which made her an attractive prospect.
"You seem a bit… perturbed by the offer" Slughorn spoke. Dumbledore was now quietly observing both men.
Harry sighed "Am I that transparent?" He shook his head "I understand this is the way of things, and I must do what I can to bring respect back to the Gaunt name, to provide my niece with every opportunity to succeed…but still, Miss Black is but a child…" Harry dropped his head down. "Sometimes, I wonder if I was made to play these games"
Slughorn put a firm hand on his shoulder "I understand your reservations Harry, but as you said, it is the way of things. Miss Black has been preparing for this her entire life"
"I'm her teacher, Horace, she's my niece's yearmate!" Harry exclaimed.
"It has happened before, many times in fact. Generally when we've had a young, unmarried pureblood teacher such as yourself. We will not judge you differently Harry "
Harry went from Slughorn's reassuring look and turned to Dumbledore, who gave him a pained but compassionate smile. "Harry, my feelings on such customs are well known… but, for a man with your worldview, you are handling this quite well" the transfiguration master offered, voice filled with empathy.
Harry nodded slowly. "I…I'll accept the offer" he let out a deep breath "We can wait until she has finished school… who knows, maybe by then I will have improved my standing enough to not have to marry a student."
The two older men beamed at him as Harry began writing a reply, asking to meet with Lord Black.
…
Pollux Black was irate, he could barely contain the rage he felt enough to not whip his wand and curse the child in front of him, his own daughter.
"After all you were taught, child." he gritted out, unable to even speak her name. "You squander it all within a week at this blasted school? Are you aware…" his hand was squeezing the life out of his wand, and the temperature in the room rose rapidly as some of the desks began to warp. "Are you aware of the repercussions? Of what is to surely happen to what your ancestors have built? To what I have built?"
Walburga was sitting in front of him in the unused classroom, trembling mightily, hands shaking in her lap, a small bump protruding from her stomach.
"F-F-F-ather I…"
"YOU ARE NO DAUGHTER OF MINE!" His voice carried so much venom, Walburga felt as if the room itself was shaking. "Tell me, who was it? Was it the Malfoy heir?" At her silence, he continued "McNair? Mulciber? Carrow? Nott? Fawley?"
All color had drained from Walburga's face, eyes locked on her father's wand, waving menacingly about as he continued to lose his composure.
"I-I-It… It was a mudblood father." she said in as low a voice as she could manage.
Pollux froze upon her answer. The words took quite a while to register in his mind. His eyes glazed over as his brain began to transcribe the sounds, his thought process disjointed at the complete unreality of what she'd uttered.
"MUDBLOOD!" It was a statement, not a question. Pollux raised his wand, purple light forming at the tip as his daughter cowered in front of him, trying to use the meager cover her seat provided. Pollux lost all rationality, he would have to kill his daughter, her actions had led him to this, there was simply no other way to salvage the family's honor, this little brat…
The door burst open and Pollux whipped around, seeing three figures scramble into the room. Wild-eyed, he tried to stop himself, but it was too late, the blood-boiling curse shot off from his wand, an angry purple mass moving at breakneck speed.
Professor Slughorn balked as the curse sped towards them, much too fast and large to evade or shield against.
With deft movement, Harry held his wand out in front of him. The tip met the oncoming spell and the curse instantly froze in place, small cracking sounds breaking the silence in the room as the curse suddenly shattered, falling to the floor as slivers of purple glass.
"Lord Black, I would like an explanation as to why you attempted to kill us" Harry stood tall, his figure imposing as he had moved to cover Slughorn and Emily.
Pollux sputtered "How did you-"
"My niece is very good friends with your daughter" he gestured over to Emily behind him "So imagine my reaction when she comes to me in hysterics, saying that Walburga was in danger."
Pollux fell to his knees, his rage leaving him as despair began to set in "It's all over, our family… the greatest house in Britain…"
Slughorn stepped up hesitantly "Pollux my dear friend…"
Anything he thought to say was cut off by the loud smack that rang through the classroom like a bomb had been dropped.
Harry stood over Lord Black, having just given the man a rather firm backhand, eyes cold and steely. "Gather yourself Lord Black. Are you so weak that you would let your storied house crumble so easily?"
Pollux didn't seem angered by the slap, his now red face still filled with despair "There is no return from this Gaunt, once it comes out…"
"Why would it?"
The Black lord's eyes snapped up to stare at him, bewilderment filling his features. "Wha-"
"Why would anyone need to know about young Miss Black's… error in judgment? She is my betrothed, we can simply make the outside world believe that I was rather impatient."
Pollux's mouth was now wide open in shock. Harry took the opportunity to shoot Slughorn a glance "Horace… I believe this has become a private matter, if you could escort the girls back to their common room"
Slughorn seemed to have awoken from a trance "Yes yes, of course Harry" he gestured a still shaking Walburga over, while behind his back Emily gave her uncle a triumphant grin. Harry responded with a much more muted one, though inside he vowed to reward the girl mightily. Even at just eleven years old, her skill for manipulation and deceit was otherworldly.
The three of them quickly left and Harry alone and Pollux stood alone, the latter looking at the former as if he was something alien.
"What are you? Some sort of anointed saint, Gaunt?"
Harry smiled "Don't worry Pollux, there is quite a bit of self-interest in what I am about to offer you"
That actually calmed the man down. Harry found it funny that pureblood society was so fucked, admitting you were looking to gain something from someone else's misfortune set them at ease.
"We will keep this between us, and I will ensure Horace's silence as well. In exchange, my marriage contract with young Miss Black will be downgraded to a concubine contract" Pollux made a face "Considering I could accuse you of fraud and take your family for all its riches, I'd be jumping for joy if I were you" he said with a much less friendly tone. This mollyfied the Black Lord and so Harry continued. "House Black will also sign an official pact of brotherhood with House Gaunt, as well as first refusal on all future marriage contracts for House Black, in perpetuity"
Pollux visibly choked at Gaunt's terms. A pact of brotherhood meant their houses would be entwined for eternity, any endeavor House Gaunt undertook, he would be compelled to assist the other Lord in any way he could. It worked both ways, but considering the stark difference in the amount of resources both houses currently held, his house would be called upon much more often. It was just barely better than being made a vassal of another house, something he would have refused completely. Which he was sure Gaunt knew.
The first refusal rights were also big. Gaunt making his daughter a concubine meant the man planned for multiple marriages, something that hadn't really been seen in centuries but was completely legal. It mean that he could marry generations of Black heiresses, becoming de facto head of the house through his influence.
All of this was crushing, but the alternative was the complete destruction of his house. As the wheels turned, he looked at the other man with a new level of respect. Gaunt realized that attaching himself at the hip to House Black and its immense resources would be a much shrewder play that simply having the house destroyed, which would have just left others like the Malfoys and the Notts to fill in the power vacuum. The man had only been around high society for over a year, but in that time he'd definitely impressed, allying so closely with him this early would be a boon if the man turned out to be a towering figure, and with Pollux funding him, it was looking more and more like a sure bet.
The two men smiled as they shook hands, oaths taken that would be formalized in writing later that winter. From then on, House Gaunt and House Black would be brothers in arms.
Notes:
Another day, another chapter. Again, no BETA and just one proof read so my apologies for all the little mistakes littered about. It always amazes me when I go back and check on my fic for the 20th time and find a glaring error that I somehow missed every other time.
Each chapter will probably jump around time wise. So next one will be a few years in the future.
I'm also working on quite a few other fem!riddle fics, as well as a new chapter for Surrender. As of right now the other ones are basically fluff with little to no smut. I also have some non fem!riddle stuff in the works since as much as I love the pairing I need a palate cleanser every once in a while. No promises with time tables but hopefully you'll be getting a few more fics soon.
