Summer of Corruption, Years of Deceit

by red-jacobson

Harry was changed by the events of the Third Task, and Sirius found an old Family Spell that spells trouble for the women they encounter. New Chapter 8/17/2023

4. Chapter 3 Toward The Hogwarts Express

STORY TITLE: Summer of Corruption, Years of Deceit

CHAPTER TITLE: Toward the Hogwarts Express

PART: 04 of ?

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )

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DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.

SUMMARY: Inspired by Cypher Three's 'Sirius Sluts' Challenge. Harry was changed by the events of the Third Task, and Sirius found an old Family Spell that spells trouble for the women they encounter.

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

CATEGORY: Lots of Women

RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: 6,712

SPOILERS: Starts at the end of the Third Task and goes extremely AU from there.

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. There will also be Mind-Control and Dubious consent, incest, and other things that would make Michelle Bachman have a fit. There will be bad Weasleys in this story, except for Molly, Ginny, and Percy. There will also be Evil Dumbledore.

AUTHORS NOTES: This will be a darker, even evil Harry. Because of events in the story, he won't be as forgiving as he was in canon.

ON DOBBY'S DIALOGUE: I'm sorry, but I can't seem to get Dobby's way of speaking written out properly, and it's a pain in the ass to try and read, so if it's that important to you, just imagine he is talking the way he did in the books.

YET ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE: Readers with long memories will recognize 'Helga's Gift' that is mentioned in this story. For those of you who don't, it's something that I came up with in my Harry Potter and the Betrayal of the Phoenix, to explain the rampant female bisexuality in most Harry Potter smut fics. Basically in the founder's days, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were lovers, and, one time, after a particularly great romp, Helga idly wished that all the girls in the castle could experience such a wonderful feeling. Being a Magical Castle, Hogwarts heard and responded, And, from that time forward the female students at Hogwarts had, at the least, bisexual tendencies.

THE AUTHOR'S NOTE; PART IV, A NEW HOPE: Wow! This is a surprise, isn't it? I honestly thought the story was Dead and Pining for the Fjords, but I woke up yesterday morning with all kinds of ideas on where to take the story, and I'm currently at around 5,800 words and hope to finish up this afternoon.

New Azkaban

April 25th, 2001

The Warden's Office

While I was thinking about possible allies against the old man, Sirius, and Remus were on the top of the list, but I wasn't sure how I could contact them, since both of them were kept on a tight leash by Dumbledore, or so I thought at the time. I didn't know that the two of them, and a few others, had been making plans to contact me discretely, to get to Gringotts for a start, there was information in my family vault that I needed, but had no idea of, and there were several books of Tantric magic in the family library, as well as in a trunk that Mooney had deposited in the vault before Dumbledore could get his hands on them.

One thing that I was going to make sure happened, was Vernon, Dudley, Marge, and that shitting dog, Ripper, were going to make a permanent 'Exit, Stage Left!' as soon as possible. And thanks to memories from Tom, and the remains of the Christmas presents Vernon had so generously given me over the years, I could use the connection between Vernon and the gifts to plant compulsions in the man's mind. And best of all, this would happen before I even stepped on the Hogwarts Express to head back to London.

It also helped that the old man wasn't anywhere to be found and try to interfere. I learned later that Fudge was causing him problems about Dumbledore's insistence that Voldemort had returned. Unfortunately, I got splashed with my share of mud as well, but when I was proven to have told the truth, it did make Fudge and Umbridge's fall from grace even sweeter. But enough came out at their trials that I don't need to cramp my hand repeating old news.

While I was exploring the joys of several of my fellow students, Sirius was just as busy, but not enjoying himself quite as much. With Remus' help, he got into his parents' home at Grimmauld Place, and, after killing that demented house-elf, got himself cleaned up and found some clothes that weren't noticeably out of fashion. Once he had made enough small changes that he wasn't immediately identifiable as Sirius Black, the two of them put layers of glamour charms on a ring that Sirius had hidden in his room before he ran away to stay with James and his parents.

Remus, to his annoyance, had to change his appearance as well, since it was well known how close the two of them were, and with the Werewolf laws, all it would take would be an Auror who wanted to make trouble and they would be dead. Fortunately, he didn't need to go as far with the glamours, but clean and well-made clothes and a few other changes were all that were necessary.

The glamours lasted long enough to get into the Black Account Manager, Gnarlspike's, office. Sirius had heard about the 'The Thieves Downfall' but this was the first time he'd encountered it. He was just glad that he had truthfully identified himself and Remus when they got the teller, or he could have lost his head for trying to deceive the Goblin Nation. As it was, once he proved who he was and claimed the Head of House ring, Gringotts applied the glamours back to both their rings, with an addition that prevented the Downfall from affecting them.

Going over the vaults, he was surprised that Lucius didn't attempt to access the accounts through Narcissa's Black blood, but the only withdrawal made was for Harry's Firebolt, and then for the little owl for Harry's friend Ron.

It took him longer than he would have preferred, but everything that he could do, considering his current legal status, was done, including naming Harry as his Heir. He also arranged to purchase a pair of young house-elves to start cleaning Grimmauld Place, since Kreacher had neglected his duties. He also made sure that one of the elves was able to cook, since neither he nor Mooney could cook worth a damn. Sirius was impressed when Gnarlspike explained an additional layer of security for the elves when shopping for their master, the elf registers as authorized to make purchases, and the funds are available, but no record of the vault number or owner of the vault will appear in the store's records.

Setting the elves to do their jobs, he grabbed muggle money and some galleons and left the bank.

After doing some clothes shopping in Muggle London, and getting a late lunch, Sirius chose a pub at random and the two of them were soon seated in a booth in the back of the room. Looking around, nobody seemed out of place or dressed oddly, so he relaxed slightly and ordered beer for the two of them.

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The Laughing Gnome

Thursday, July 1st, 1995

2:00 pm

Remus took a sip of his beer and under the table reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small hand mirror. He saw his reflection and a few shadowy figures that were far enough away that he couldn't see who they were. Leaving the mirror in his lap, he said, "We're clear, what's he been up to?"

"The usual, sticking his pointy nose and fingers into everything. He had the balls to order me to let him be in charge of who can come into the house and other things that aren't any of his business. Part of what I had Gringotts doing is putting a couple of back entrances into the wards that I control, while I let him think that I was going along with him, and making noises about getting Harry moved in with me, but I'm not expecting anything but his grandfatherly twinkle as he assures me Harry is safe where he is.

"It's going to be up to you and the others to get him to Gringotts so he can be recognized as an adult and can start with the rituals. I've already told Tonks that she will be the primary witch for the rituals, and to expect to be taking different appearances while she is there. She's not thrilled about that part of it, but I told her that she can blame Grandfather Arcturus and her mother for the situation.

"At least it's only 12 months from the first time Harry shags her before the curse is broken and she and Andi are welcome back into the House of Black."

Remus grinned wryly, "So she's off limits for a while, is she? At least there are plenty of other women who're happy to drop their knickers, if they bother wearing them, anyway."

Sirius snorted, "All of them agreed they would be available to Harry for the rituals, or just for fun times, when we start this last summer, and since most of them are in the age range to need their magic balanced it only makes sense for them to take advantage of the men in the circle."

Remus smirked at him, "Pull the other one, it's got bells on it. This is me you're talking to Pads, Hagrid might buy that line of shite, but he's about the only one. You're just like the rest of us, you'd rather shag than do almost anything else, and having all these women that are just as randy spending time in the house is just about ideal."

"And I'm going to need all the distraction I can get putting up with the Howler Queen. I'm going to need to make sure that the whole damn family are prevented from taking anything out of the house. They aren't as bad as Dung, but Molly strikes me at the type to get rid of something that offended her, never mind it's not her house, or her property. And Arthur? I have no idea how they had all those kids, since it was obvious Molly has the balls in that family!"

Remus grimaced, "Yeah, that's not going to be fun. When are they supposed to arrive?"

"Saturday, right from Kings Cross," he scowled, wondering if he could get away with poisoning Molly a little bit, just so she had to be hospitalized for a year or so. He could put up with the rest of them if he could just shut her up!

"Okay, so that gives the two of us, plus Tonks and the two elves about 48 hours to gather up anything we don't want Molly to find, that should be plenty of time, and we can see if there are any more books that should go into Harry's trunk."

Sirius grinned, "That's a plan, thanks Mooney, I was just sitting here being miserable, my planning skills are gone with the dementor's, so I'm glad you are here to give me a good swift kick in the arse as needed. Let's go ruin the Howler Queen's day!" Tossing some coins on the table to pay for the bill and a decent tip, he followed Remus out the door.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Chamber of Secrets

Friday, July 2nd, 1995

Just after Midnight

Harry was careful to draw the ritual circle exactly as Tom's memories showed him, he didn't want to have to try and do this more than once. Seating himself in the center of the circle, he chanted the words of the ritual, hoping that the phonetic writing would suffice, there simply wasn't the time to learn the runic language before Vernon was picking up Dudley for their last ride. He did make plans to purchase the texts for Ancient Runes and Arithmancy since they would be a lot more useful than the lazy choices he made before.

After the twenty-third repetition of the chant, he brought his hands together sharply, and by the time the echo faded in the chamber, he found himself in the mire of Vernon Dursley's thoughts. If Harry had any doubts about what he was doing, the cesspit of Vernon's thoughts and memories wiped them away. He presented the image of an upstanding citizen, but was using blackmail to get sex from several of the secretaries at Grunnings, and had a few of them service Dudley as well, and Big D liked to hurt the girls. That was enough to ensure Harry had no hesitation in removing either of them, especially when he found the image of a shotgun, the thoughts of his and Hedwig's bodies buried in a shallow grave, and all his possessions burning merrily.

It was with a sense of satisfaction that Harry planted the compulsions in the fat man's thoughts. Before leaving for work that morning, Vernon would write out all of his insurance and banking information, including the accounts that Petunia didn't know about, and put them in the important documents box that is kept in the closet. It would give Petunia money to live on as the grieving widow put her life back together with the help of her nephew.

During the day, Vernon would call Marge to spend the weekend with him and Dudley, leaving Petunia at home to go by himself to Kings Cross that afternoon to get Dudley. Once Marge and Ripper were in the car, Vernon was to crash his car at speed into a fuel company lorry. He could do whatever he wanted after that.

Satisfied that Vernon and the others would be dead within twenty-four hours, he withdrew and tapped into the blood connection between himself and Petunia to slide into her thoughts.

He was surprised at what he had found in his aunt's thoughts, because, instead of hatred for Lily and the magical world, and for him, there was a sense of longing, of wishing she had magic to stay with Lily. And she doesn't have any anger toward him, and she had done what she could to minimize what Vernon and Dudley did, but Harry wasn't the only person in the house that Vernon liked to use his belt on.

Plans for Petunia were being changed, she was going to enjoy the rest of her life a lot more than he had originally planned. There still needed to be some adjustments made to her attitude, and almost laughed at the desires she did her best to hide, to present a normal facade to the neighbors when in reality, she wanted nothing more than to be forced to submit by a dominant master or mistress, who would parade her like a Lisle Street Strumpet. It only took a small adjustment to make Harry the Master of her dreams, although on the surface nothing has changed while they can be seen. Once the doors and curtains are closed, she will strip out of her clothing and kneel for him, awaiting his command.

Harry briefly regretted not making these changes several days ago, so they wouldn't stand out to the investigators that would be around after Vernon's death. But a change in behavior right after Vernon died would draw attention to Petunia, and even though she had absolutely nothing to do with the deaths, and he had a perfect alibi in that he would still be in Scotland when they went for the drive, he didn't want anything to draw attention to them, especially Dumbledore or one of his lackeys.

Clearing the ritual circle, he had Dobby take him up to his dorm and was soon sleeping soundly, a smile on his face as dreams of Petunia on her knees his cock in her mouth filled his dreams.

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Petunia's Dreams

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

Same Time as the Prior Scene

Petunia knew that she was dreaming, it was obvious to her because she was doing things she would never consider doing if she was awake, but she didn't care, she could hear Master's voice telling her what to do, and she was eager to please him, and she was already so excited she didn't want to stop!

She had no idea where she was, it was a strip club of some sort, and from the looks of the men, probably near the docks somewhere. It didn't matter where it was, because she was on the stage, happily dancing, showing her completely nude body to the crowd, getting whistles when she exposed her hairless cunt, the whole crowd pounding their tables and stamping their feet in excitement,

Suddenly, she was aware of a new section of the audience, roped off with a VIP Sign at the entrance, and she could see the people in the section, and she easily recognized all of the women from Privet Drive and their husbands, the women had taken off their knickers and the men had their trousers open, stroking their cocks

Finishing the last song, she walked off the stage, naked but with her garter for the tips and strolled confidently to the edge of the audience, selling lap dances to every customer, man or woman, it didn't matter, she shook her tits in their face and spread her legs, showing just how wet she was, and if the tip was big enough, she let them finger her.

By the time she had danced for everyone in the regular showroom, she was very close to cumming, the fingers and the lustful gazes had her gagging for relief, and hoped that she would get it when she was in the VIP area.

The rope was moved aside as soon as she got to the entrance and there was a round of applause for her, and Petunia gave them a wide smile before moving to Mrs Number 6, her neighbor on Privet Drive, and kneeling between her open legs, her tongue already coming out to lick the woman's soaking pussy. This was another sign that she was dreaming, because Petunia, however much she might want to indulge her desires would never lower her mask like this, the gossip about her would be ruinous! But in the dream, she was there at the order of her Master, and so it was alright for her to enjoy her secret self!

Mrs. Number 6 was so excited it didn't take long to get her to splash her juices all over Petunia's face. Taking the 20 Pound Note, she slipped it into her garter and gave the woman a saucy wink before moving to the man next to her, and reaching for his cock, stroking the length as she lowered her face to his lap and started sucking. As she took the man's cock deep in her mouth, she reached between her legs and started fingering herself, plunging into her cunt as the man fucked her mouth.

She nearly growled in frustration when the man swelled in her mouth and she had to swallow as fast as she could to get it all, she lost focus and her building climax faded away.

But just as quickly, she was hit by a burst of pleasure out of nowhere, because, sitting next to Mr and Mrs Number 6 were two people that she never would have expected to see in this situation. Sitting next to Mister Number 6 was her nephew, but there was something different about him, he felt stronger, more powerful than she had ever felt before, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her body even as her mouth started watering at the size of his cock. She had to restrain herself from crawling between Harry's legs and taking his cock in her mouth because others needed attention. She moved next to Harry, and sitting there, naked from the waist down, was her sister Lily! Petunia was aware enough to realize that Lily was dead, but her sister was sitting next to Harry, looking like she did the last time she'd seen her, but her skirt was on the floor of the VIP area and her knickers were nowhere to be found.

Petunia had to admit she liked the look of her sister's pussy, completely clean-shaven, with a ring through her lips. Petunia wanted to wrap her lips around the ring and toy with it as she licked, but first, she needed to serve Harry. She moved forward eagerly, the pound notes sliding into her garter as she took him in her mouth and gave him a quick suck before releasing him and licking his shaft, her tongue licking his balls before licking from the bottom to the bulb, sucking gently on the vein throbbing along the underside. As she reached the head of his cock, she took him in her mouth and lowered herself until the head was pressing against the back of her throat. Closing her lips around him, she sucked as she pulled back, enjoying the sounds of satisfaction he was making, and the way he was stroking her hair, silently encouraging her, and she was eager to please.

The entire world faded away as she sucked her nephew's cock, ignoring the whistles and applause as she took him deep into her mouth. She could tell that he was getting close to filling her mouth, when she heard him speaking, "You're loving this, aren't you Petunia, letting everyone see you as you truly are, sucking your Master's cock, and knowing that if I wanted I could have you on the stage with your tongue in Lily's cunt, driving her crazy with pleasure, while I fill your arse with my cock, and I would keep shagging you until you collapsed in exhaustion, begging for a break and wondering if you can die from a pleasure overload?"

Petunia tried to say something, anything, but she couldn't break away from the cock in her mouth, and she wasn't sure what she would say even if she could, because she was loving what she was doing, and he must have seen her answer in her eyes because his cock suddenly swelled in her mouth and the first burst of his cum hit the back of her throat and filling her mouth. She managed to swallow everything, just in time for the second blast to flood her, and she got almost all of his cum, but some escaped, and before she could blink, Lily was kneeling on the floor next to her, her lips on Petunia's as she gathered up the last of his cum and swallowed it. This turned into a full-blown snogging session, and then she felt Lily's fingers playing with her swollen pussy, her thumb brushing Petunia's clit, until all the sensations pulled together and it felt like her body exploded and all thought was washed away by the cascading waves of pleasure crashing over her body, and she felt like she was exploding from the wonderful feelings, and when the feelings faded away, she found herself playing on the swings near where she and Lily grew up, and all memory of the dream faded away, forgotten until her Master wanted her to remember it.

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12 Grimmauld Place

Friday, July 2nd, 1995

7:30 pm

Sirius sat back in his chair, a tired smile on his face as he took a sip of his coffee, sighing with pleasure. Turning to the elf who had just served him, he said, "You and Diccy have done a wonderful job, Miccy, I'm very happy with your service, you are good elves." The elf flushed green in embarrassment, he wasn't used to being praised like this, but he would make sure that they don't do anything to make Master Sirius unhappy.

Remus pushed back from the table, a cup of coffee in his hand and his smile matched Sirius', "Well, all the really dark items are locked away in the wizard space and under the Fidelus, and the rest of the house is looking practically brand new. I'm still amazed that the elves were able to get your mother's portrait down from the wall, and into the fire, I could just imagine her screaming at anybody who made the slightest noise. So all we need to do in the morning is activate the wards on the third floor, so you and Harry's rooms are private."

"You know, thinking of Harry, Miccy and Diccy reminded me, do you remember the name of that elf he freed? The guy seemed devoted to Harry and he could take messages without being seen, and could probably get him to and from Gringotts without alerting the old man. And it's a lot less noticeable than his owl, Hedwig is a beautiful owl, but she's also too distinctive to send back and forth if we want to avoid attention."

"Hmmm, not a bad idea, and I think he said the name was Doddy, Dobby, something like that. If he's that devoted to Harry, maybe we should see if he wants to bond to the house, so he can be Harry's personal elf." Whatever Sirius was going to say was interrupted by a figure popping in front of them, "Who is calling Dobby? You is not not Dobby's family, Dobby is free elf!"

Sirius stared in shock, elves didn't act like that, but fortunately, Mooney was more alert and said, "Dobby? My name is Remus, and this is Sirius Black, and we are family to Harry Potter, and we need a way to get messages to Harry without anybody knowing about it. If you are a free elf, can you do that without telling anybody?"

Dobby looked at the two of them searchingly and says "Dobby be right back!" and with a 'snap!' he disappeared.

Sirius said, "I've never seen an elf act like that, have you?"

Remus shook his head, "Never heard or read anything like it, even Scamander didn't document anything like that, but then, if Dobby actually is a free elf, there's a lot we don't know about what happens when an elf is freed."

A few minutes later, Dobby returned and he said, "I'se talked to Great Harry Potter, Sir, and he would be very happy to hear from dogfather and wolfy, and won't tell Headmaster Whiskers or anybody else."

Sirius grinned, getting out of the chair, "That would be wonderful Dobby, but, do you like being free, or would you want to bond to the Black family, and be Harry's personal elf? Harry is my Heir, and can use a good elf like you. I already have two very good elves to take care of me and the house, so Harry would be your responsibility."

The elf's eyes got wider and wider as Sirius spoke, and after a couple of questions to make sure of what was being offered, Dobby found himself bonded to the Black Family, and to the Heir of the Family. He waited patiently for Sirius to write out a message and disappeared with another soft 'pop!'

"Excuse me, Master Sirius?" He turned and Miccy was standing in the doorway to the kitchen,

"Yes, Miccy?"

"What will you be wanting for breakfast? In case we needs to do more shopping."

Sharing a glance with Mooney, who shrugged, Sirius said "Cereal, fruits and milk? Nothing too heavy because we've got work to do in the morning. Starting tomorrow evening, until I can arrange to get rid of them, we will be having several guests staying here, so make sure that stock up. And no matter what anybody says, the kitchen is yours, and you can do what you like, without permanently harming anyone, to enforce that, understood?"

The elf grinned widely and nodded before popping away to get back to work, while Remus was laughing his head off. "Jeez Paddy, why didn't you just get a red cape to wave in Molly's face? That's practically an invitation for her to give you an in-person howler!"

Sirius snorted, "Oh, I know she's going to hate it, which I'm counting on, because both the Weasley's and the Prewetts are just families, not even Ancient Houses, so they are subordinate to the Ancient and Noble House of Black. Even though they have stopped following the traditions, they are still pure blooded and they are guests under my roof, so they have to abide by the laws of hospitality, hopefully a reminder will be all it takes to correct her behavior, but I'm figuring that a stronger notice will be needed, and I've got a way for magic to make her fall into line. Oh, and did I tell you about the Dung alarm? If he tries to leave the house with any property of House Black, he's automatically stunned and dumped in one of the dungeon cells. Dumbledore may claim to trust him, but I'd rather he never set foot here in the house, especially with all the work we've done to get this place clean, the least he could do is bathe before he comes here. He smells worse than I did as Padfoot after being on the run for six months.".

"Well, the first time he tries to steal anything, you can have the wards lock him out permanently, so the smell won't be our problem any more."

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Room of Requirements

Friday, July 2nd, 1995

8:00 PM

Harry grinned at the note Dobby handed him, he was annoyed at himself for not thinking about bonding with Dobby, and he should sound out Winky, and see if she will be willing to bond, having an elf who isn't quite as volatile as Dobby would be helpful. But he could think about that tomorrow, he was here for a reason, Fleur was leaving to go back to Beauxbatons in the morning, and she still had to apologize for the 'leetle boy' comment from Halloween. He had long since forgiven her for that, it was a reasonable assumption, but he just wanted to shag the beautiful Veela, and wasn't sure if she would still be there after leaving Hogwarts. And he didn't have to be careful about Dumbledore, since he was out trying to build up support to fight Voldemort, which means that he was going to be too busy to worry about what Harry was doing.

Making the third turn in front of the tapestry, he concentrated on what he wanted and stopped when the door appeared in the wall and turned the handle. Closing the door behind him, the lights came up and he nodded, the room was nearly empty except for the figure of Fleur struggling with Madame Maxime to get back to the water, a repeat of the events at the lake, except that, during the actual task she was wearing a silver swimsuit and her hair and the rest of her was wet from the bitterly cold water.

That was changed for the room's idea of a reply. He was still climbing out of the lake, Gabrielle in his arms, while Fleur came rushing toward them, completely naked, and wrapped herself around the two of them, before they were covered in warm towels. When Fleur had her sister in her arms, she was pressed against him and, when she felt his erection poking her in the thigh, her eyes widened and her hand came down to stroke him, "Not a leetle boy at all, are you?" she breathed and everything changed around them, Gabrielle disappeared and the two of them were in a feminine bedroom, and Fleur was kissing him hungrily, her hands pulling his trunks off, letting his cock stand free and tall.

Her soft hands wrapped around his shaft and she stroked him, making him even harder. Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, lowering his face to hers and claiming her mouth, his free hand sliding between her thighs and stroking her skin, frowning slightly at the feel of the triangle of hair above her lips.

Pushing the thought away, this wasn't the actual Fleur, just a copy so it didn't matter, he rubbed his fingers along the lips, making them swell with her juices and pull apart slightly as she got more and more excited from his touch. Soon he had two fingers pumping inside her, enjoying the way she tightened around him. She moaned into his mouth as he claimed her, his thumb circling her nub and her arms wrapped around him, and he could tell by the way Fleur was whining deep in her throat that she was close to hitting her peak, and he continued fingering her and paying attention to her clit, until she stiffened, before collapsing against him, babbling in French as she shuddered in his arms. He held her, his fingers gently stroking her until her eyes cleared and she smiled at him, before kissing him quickly.

Fleur was saying something in French, but all he could make out was 'Merci', and wasn't sure what specifically she was thanking him for, and didn't care as she maneuvered him to the edge of the bed and sat him down, kneeling between his legs and licking her lips as she stroked his cock, pulling a long drawn out sigh of pleasure from him, making Fleur smile and move forward, her tongue licking the head of his cock, and gathering the seed seeping from the slit, her eyes lighting up as his magic landed on her tongue.

Fleur swallowed what she had gathered before using her tongue to lick his cock from balls to the bulb, teasing the sensitive skin under the head, making Harry want to pick her up and throw her on the bed and plunge into her. Make her scream his name into her pillow as he filled her fuller than she had been before. Just by looking into her eyes, he knew she would enjoy it, but she was also enjoying feeling the way he filled her mouth, her excitement building as she used her tongue and mouth to drive him to the edge, and backing off, before taking his sac in her mouth and sucking it gently. She kept going until the pressure and tightness in his balls were too much, and he managed to gasp out her name before he swelled in her mouth and her cheeks puffed with the first of his cum. Looking down, he managed to focus on her eyes, and she was amused! She was enjoying having control, but there was something else, a feeling like there was no one as beautiful in the world as she was, but a voice in the back of his head that this wasn't natural, and he used the lessons from the false Moody to resist her allure, and it was broken. She was just an extremely sexy and desirable woman, but no more. Before he could say anything, he swelled in her mouth again, and she pulled back, letting his cum land on her tongue before swallowing it. Her eyes widened and that he was still hard, and she moved in, licking him clean, her hand stroking the part of him that she couldn't fit in her mouth.

When he was clean, and throbbing in her hand, she looked at him in wonder, muttering something in French that he didn't understand, but she sounded impressed.

"I'm sorry, Fleur, I don't speak French, what were you saying?"

She looked up with a start, and then blushed, "Sorry, 'Arry, I was just wishing we had discovered this way of playing months ago, we could have been having so much fun, and I could have taught you so much! Do you know how rare it is that a man can resist a Veela's Allure? Not only resist, but have the power to refresh himself quickly enough that he could satisfy his partner and have her begging for more? It's very, very rare, and, even without the debt Gabrielle owes you for saving her life, I would willingly go to your bed whenever you wish for the way you have already made me feel."

"Hang on a second, Fleur, are you saying that the you who is in the Beauxbatons carriage right now, packing to return home, is aware of what is happening, and feeling what you are feeling? How is that possible?"

She shrugged, doing interesting things to her breasts, and said, "I don't know how or why it is happening, but yes, the other Fleur has locked her bedroom door and silenced the entire room so the sounds of her pleasure don't disturb the other students." Her eyes lost focus for a moment before a wide smile crossed her face, "She has just created two duplicates of your l' érection, one for her chatte, the other for her derrière," her hands stroked each area, in case he didn't understand, but her meaning was quite clear. Even if it wasn't, he had no doubt whatderrière was, and the mental image made him even harder in Fleur's hand. Her eyes widened as he throbbed, and then she grinned, "You like that idea, don't you? The idea of me spread out on my bed, reaching back and holding myself open for you, you've used the proper spells to prepare me to take you, and you push through to claim me, to make me yours?"

She didn't get to say anything else as he pulled her up onto the bed, laying her on her back, and moved between her legs. Pulling his wand, he said, "I'm just going to clean your mouth, I'm going to kiss you now, any objections ?"

She grinned and shook her head, opening her mouth to him. A quick spell later, and his mouth was capturing hers while his cock was plunging into her body, her legs coming up and wrapping around his hips, coming up off the mattress with each thrust. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing and bodies slapping together. It was Fleur that hit her peak first, crying out his name and babbling in rapid-fire French as her pussy clenched around him, tossing her head back and forth, her fists pounding the mattress as the explosions of pleasure rushed through her body and she fell back, panting, a brilliant smile on her face as she floating through the ocean of bliss.

Harry kept moving slowly, letting her recover from her orgasm, and as her eyes cleared and she became aware again, and with an eager grin, she started moving against him, pulling him down for a kiss, before she rolled them over and she was on top, riding him, raising herself and sliding down, stretching herself on his cock and laughing in exhilaration, the blood pumping loudly in her veins as she moved closer and closer to the edge, and he was close to losing control, until with a shout, both of them were overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, Fleur collapsing on top of him with a sated smile on her face, before relaxing as he went soft inside her, and her eyes closed. Harry's eyes closed as well, and soon the only sound was their soft breathing.

New Azkaban

April 25th, 2001

The Warden's Office

Other than a brief shared look the next morning, that was the last time I saw Fleur until near the end of Summer at Sirius' house. The obvious change in her behavior confirmed some suspicions I'd already had and caused the final breach of trust between myself and most of the Weasley family. But that's a bit further into the future, I'm going to end things here for now.

End Chapter Four