The school year was getting on. Other than his manipulation of Ginny, occasional murders, and his school work. Not much was happening.
The room of requirements surprised him. It provided him with old grimoires that included many spells a mass murderer would want.
He and Millie had finalized the plans for the tournament. His only concern was Hermione. He wanted to know why. Why did she betray him? That never made sense. There had to be more. The issue, once he found what the more was, would he hate her?
The summer would be just relaxation. Until the World Cup, that was. Then he would enjoy killing the death eaters at the cup. Except for Moody, that was. That would leave Tom with just Crouch and Pettigrew.
Now all he had to do was dig the foxhole. Put a modified granite block over it, and wait. Well, the block in it until the time.
{s}
Thanks for noticing me not, Harry was left alone on the express going home. He did not want to talk to anyone. Next year, everything will change. He planned on becoming a man.
Gringotts was all set up for his emancipation. Thanks to the Millie, there were two foxholes at the cup. Mille also got two potions of rage. Hell, he loved the girl. She had his escape all set up.
{s}
Harry got off the express. He was smiling. The Davis and Greengrass families were arguing with Dumbledore and Minerva. They were demanding signatures on the forms to transfer their children to another magic school. Amelia was there with a few Aurors. While he would miss those cute girls, he knew that they deserved a long life. While the argument was taking place, he had no issues getting to the floos. The last thing he saw before he entered the fire, both families had the signed documents.
{s}
Harry was hiding his wand in his towel. Millie had her untraced wand in her. It was two weeks since school had ended. They were on a beach in Southern France. Just like before, this beach was clothing optional.
"There she is," Millie said while casting a disillusioned charm on Harry. "Now all we have to do is wait until she uses one of the buildings."
"Okay," Harry said with some surliness.
"Don't be like that Harry. I know you have been unsure about this for years. I still don't know why, however, she has been plotting your death. A painful death at that," Millie said.
Harry responded sadly, "I was sure she was a friend. That she cared about me."
"Well, we will find out. If she is truly being forced, you can do the least control possible. It will also break her other shackles," Mille said.
"I hope you are right," Harry pleaded.
{s}
"Petrificus Totalus," Harry said.
Millie grabbed the nude girl and gently lowered her to the ground.
"Harry, what is going on?" Hermione complained.
"Oh Merlin, shut it for a second," Harry said in exasperation, dragging her on towards the Room of Requirement.
"Don't talk to me like that, and let go of me!"
"Harry, what are we doing here?" Hermione asked angrily.
"I need to know why you are helping people kill me." Harry explained to his former friend, "I know you are. I have listened to more than one conversation."
"Shut it, Harry, you are delusional," Hermione replied icily.
Harry stepped in her way and blocked the door. "Please, Hermione, tell me how I can prove to you that I hear what I did," he asked tiredly.
"Honestly, Harry, everyone knows only death eaters want you dead. Dumbledore is the same. There is no point in continuing his discussion, let me go now!" Hermione demanded.
"I see," Harry said with exasperation. "So there is no way that you will tell me the truth?"
"Nothing, you are paranoid." Hermione ranted angrily.
"That is beside the point. You see, in my research on magical contracts, I made an interesting discovery. Did you know that for me saving you from that troll in our first year, you owe me a life debt?"
Hermione looked at him confused about the sudden change of topic.
"Smart as you are, I'm sure you knew, as well as you certainly know that as payment for a life debt, one can demand almost anything. Even though you set up the bathroom. Or someone did except me." He paused to enjoy the increasingly fearful look on her face before he continued, "Hermione Jean Granger, as payment for the life debt owed to me due to the events on Halloween 1991, I, Harry James Potter, bind you to me in body and magic in eternal servitude. So mote it be!"
A light flashed between them while Hermione screamed in horror. Millie was surprised, the terror from Hermione made her organism.
"NO, I will NOT be your slave!" she shouted.
"Well, but you are." Harry smiled coldly. "Let's test this, shall we? I order you to kneel before me."
Hermione struggled, but her body acted against her will and did as commanded, and she knelt on the floor before Harry, an expression of shock and fear on her face.
Millie became visible at that point. The smile on her face reminded Harry of a predator just before they struck.
"Hermione, this is my future Lady Black, Millicent Bulstrode. You will obey her as you obey me," Harry said. Hermione nodded and swallowed nervously.
"You are lucky, slag. We have to be off to Bern. To get our ICW apparation licenses. Otherwise, you would have to learn your place," Millie said.
"Millie," Harry said in a warning tone. "Before we leave, slag, why do you want me dead?"
"Hermione, respond to slag," Millie added. "When we are in private, you have to call us master, mistress, or whatever is the most humiliating to use."
"Daddy, I don't want you dead," Hermione said.
"Then why are you helping others plot against Harry?" Millie asked.
"Mistress, Harry has to die," Hermione said.
"Why?" Millie asked.
"There is a prophecy, that either Harry or Tom Riddle will die at the other's hand. I do not think Harry would win, Mistress." Hermione said.
"What is your full plan?" Millie asked.
"Tom kills Harry at the graveyard. Headmaster Dumbledore says Tom will come back next year during the third task. The headmaster will apparate when Harry is port-keyed there. He will wait until Tom kills Harry. This will free Riddle from the protection of the prophecy. Then he will fight and kill Tom. I will Knight Bus over during the task. I will have a gun my dad taught me to use. Once Tom dies, I will then put two into the headmaster's head. This is so I will become the Minister of Magic at least, Mistress." Hermione said without taking a breath.
"Slow down there, Hermione. That is a nice plan. But why do you have to become the Minister of Magic? Why are you sure Harry will die?" Millie asked. Harry was speechless.
"Dumbledore has ensured that Harry could not win. He bound Harry's magic to only 5 percent. He has ensured that Harry would learn nothing to stay alive. The Wizengamot has placed smart or powerful muggleborn witches as bound concubines to powerful but childless magical families. Making me just a sexual plaything and broodmare, mistress. The last time it happened was right before the second wizard war this century."
"What about the compulsions, curses, etc. on you?" Harry asked.
"I know all about them. I have beat them. I know about the lingering wrotting curse that is placed on my copy of "Hogwarts a History". I know about Ginevra's poison in her trunk. I have plans to kill that bint also." Hermione said. "I was going to take your child and raise them properly."
"Damn, how are we going to…?" Millie asked.
"Hermione Jean Granger, you may not injure me or any member of my family, or through inaction, allow us to come to harm. You must obey orders given by me or my family except where such orders would conflict with the first rule. Also, you must protect your existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second rules." Harry ordered.
"Yes, Daddy," Hermione said.
"Enjoy the rest of your holiday. I will see you back in England." Millie said.
{s}
Harry loved walking hand in hand with Millie. They were largely ignored by the drunk-cup fans. Even the losing Bulgarian fans were drinking heavily. They found the two campsites that had the granite blocks buried in the ground.
Harry quickly levitated the granite blocks out of the holes in the ground. A few more spells and the foxholes would be comfortable. Then he spread out a bunch of temporary anti-portkey and anti-apparition runestones in the right places.
Once they got into the holes, Harry levitated the blocks to perfectly protect them. Both Harry and Millie then armed the portkeys they stuck into the walls. Just a few minutes to go.
Harry almost dozed off. The waiting was boring. Then he heard the screams of terror. The sound the death eaters created was something he would have to think of. It seemed to also cause terror. He would make Hermione come up with something like that for him and Millie. He then started staring.
Once the death eaters were in the perfect position, he and Millie let go with a barrage of Avada Kedavra. Harry was surprised at how fast the death eaters returned fire with the same deadly curse. When no more curses were flying; Harry had only a thin granite cover over him. The rest had been blasted. Desperation was a force by itself. Harry then hit his portkey. The last thing he saw, was an Auror found the bodies, he had his lit-up wand exposed that there were fourteen. Score, Harry thought.
{s}
Dumbledore was having a bad night. Fourteen more purebloods were dead. They died before they could be redeemed to the light. Their deaths were even more of a major concern. Someone had dug holes in the ground and covered themselves with slabs of granite. Those holes were in place before the tournament was even set up. How could someone know a perfect ambush site months before the time to use them? They were in the perfect spot to ambush the death eaters. Why did the death eaters just stand and fire back? Why did they not use their portkeys or apparate? This one event sent shivers down his spine. If someone was that good against the death eaters, what would they do to the last remaining order members?
That was the latest stone in his shoe. Harry had escaped his clutches at King's Cross. Though he couldn't blame Harry for that. Two families ambushed him so they could leave Britain and go to school in France the next year. He would have cursed them, but they included Madam Bones in the discussions.
The only bright news, Harry would be in the tournament next year. It would be a good test. Time for him to see what the boy could do. He just hoped the boy would only be powerful enough to wound Tom before he died. If he was too powerful; steps would have to be taken.
It was also good that he didn't lose any members at the cup.
{s}
Twenty Aurors were stationed at Hogsmeade. It was the perfect target after the fiasco of the World Cup. Harry did not know how many order members were there sleeping in Hog's Head. More of the ward stones, it would be a perfect night.
It was a moderate rain. Four passes on the broom and no one could escape. He then started a ring of fiendfyre. He then caused the fire to burn to the center of the village.
None one escaped. No one survived. Other than the fiendfyre, there would be no other traces. Hell, even the floo system would show nothing.
When it was done, Harry flew off back to London. He was upset with himself. What he did was an issue. He felt absolutely nothing. That was a problem. He did not want to lose his humanity while serving death.
{s}
Harry found his cloak where Millie had the owl drop it. It was time to find out why Millie needed Hermione. Besides, the castle would be the best place to lay low after this conflagration.
{s}
"Millie! Where are you?" Harry bellowed. When he entered the room of requirements he came face to face with a hedge maze. After a few minutes, Millie came over the top of the maze on a broom. She was only wearing a bikini top. A quick kiss startled Harry.
"What is going on?" Harry asked.
"I have the room set up a maze that will react identically to the one you will face, including setting the spots that will have other impediments. I have the slag figure out the fastest path for you. So, you will make it to the cup, first." Millie said.
"Why are you wearing only a top?" Harry asked.
"Well, the slag gets me off with her mouth if she gets to the center in a new record time," Millie said with a snarky smile.
"What does she get out of it?" Harry asked with a lifted brow.
"I make her edge for two hours each day, one hour during normal time, once during time-turner time. She only gets to cum if I do." Millie said.
"What is the record now?" Harry asked.
"Overall, thirteen minutes. When we add in the other issues, taking that path will be just under twenty. This is the entry for the fourth champion. The other champions need at least twenty just in the walk." Millie said. "Today her best is twenty-eight minutes."
"Why is she taking so long today?"
"Get on the broom behind me and you will see," Millie said.
Harry soon spotted the bizarre black figure as it trudged through the maze. He started at her feet. They were enclosed in thigh-high black suede boots with impossible heels. There was a chain attached to each ankle, making sure she did not have long strides. The chain also had a line to her shaved crotch and one to each nipple.
"Before you ask. The lines from the chain, cause each step to be a yank on her nipples and clit. It gets progressively more painful the longer she has them. Where they connect to flesh, it pinches, shocks, or vibrates at random." Mille said.
Harry then noticed the corset around Hemione's torso. But it was almost cupless. Harry looked back to Millie.
"The corset squeezes because the laces are leather, wet when put on, they tightened as they dry. The corset also makes running worse for her. They give no support for her moving. They also randomly squeeze hard at random. The neckpiece chokes her, also random in both the intensity when it happens. The buttplug is connected to her braid by a stretchy cord. Each step either pulls her hair or shoves the plug harder. Oh, the lubricant also has platypus venom in it."
"What about the tiara? And the spider gag?" Harry asked.
"The tiara recorded the correct path. Once you put it on, you will know the correct path. It will also give you a warning when you come up on the set spots. The gag is to get her to shut up as well as train her mouth to accept your length." Millie said.
"I did not tell you, you could torture her," Harry said sharply.
"Sorry, my love. I didn't have a chance to tell you. This outfit is all her. Just like her desire for you to be a bad professor and take her virginity. The real reason she is afraid of being locked as a concubine is that is exactly what she wants. All the sexual parts are what she wants. However, she does not want to have to give up reading, or learning which they normally do and she does not want to be continually pregnant. Millie said, now with a bit of concern.
"I can understand her fear. My uncle beat me more than once since he was not sure the freaks would know if he had others use my mouth or arse for money." Harry said. "If he had his way, I would be nude, sealed into something where only my mouth and asrse were available until I died. Doing nothing but servicing others, getting treated as a freak, and making him pounds.
"Sorry, sir. I should have asked you before. You are not going to forgive her?" Millie asked.
"I forgave her for that," Harry said.
"Then why have you not freed her?" Millie asked.
"I don't forgive her for not telling me. She will pay for that with her life. She also did not have to come up with the stuff for the redhead slag." Harry said with finality. "Now, do you have another of the same outfit you put her in?"
"No, why?" Millie asked with fear.
"Because I have to punish you. No torture. Now get me the tiara and get her off." Harry commanded.
{s}
"Hermione, stop," Harry said. "Nod if you enjoyed this." Harry saw her vehemently nodding. "Well, since I did not say you could or that Millie could help, both of you will be punished. To start, take off your outfit and give it to Millie."
"Good, take a break. Answer me true, you created this outfit?"
"Yes, Harry. Once I could do the maze unhindered, I suggested to Millicent, that because of the stress of the real tournament, we needed to make the run harder. It went from there."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, more than I thought. Even the orgasm denial was wonderful." Hermione replied.
"I am sorry, Hermione, I am trying to wrap my head around this."
"Harry, you have no problems killing people but have issues with sexual acts?" Hermione asked.
"I am afraid, Hermione. The Dursleys only didn't do sexual violence to me because they did not know if our kind would find out. It was progressing to that though. Every once in a while, my uncle would punish me that one step further. Then he would wait a week. If no freaks showed up, it would be added to his normal mix. I think by the time I would be a sixth year, daily rape and selling my body to strangers would have been on the table."
"That is so sick," Hermione replied.
"Yes, well, how is that different…?"
"I know with the life debt, there is nothing you cannot do to me. I accept it as punishment. I was trying to kill you after all. On the other side, I want this. I have always wanted this. It wasn't until I was nine and got ahold of a scandalous book, "Screw the Roses, Give Me the Thorns" I could not articulate what I needed. I planned to meet a handsome wizard, marry, and have children. That way I would get up, go into the office, and break balls as the minister of Magic. Go home and be a mom. Then after the kids are down, get my stress relief and recharge by being a toy for my husband's every whim. Now, I hope Professor Potter will take my innocence, harshly and forcibly in a classroom. That you will make be intimate with the female form. That you will humiliate me and make me beg for the absolute worse torture you could do to me, turning me into a buggering slag."
Harry was stunned at that. He looked at Millie.
"I understand her. I am just a little more broken, because of the Slytherin common room. I don't want my mouth near any crotch or have someone's mouth on mine. But the thrill and pleasure if that was you or Hermione is… Healing I guess. And desire." Millie said.
"There is more, Harry. You have all that hate, pain, and fear your relatives instilled in you. You need more releases than just killing folk. Otherwise, when your task is done, you will not stop."
"You know about my task?" Harry shrieked.
"So you do have a task. I am glad, I was hoping you didn't just need to kill people." Hermione said.
Harry was stuttering, finally, he calmed himself. "What do you know?"
"Well, the Dursleys were supposed to virtually destroy you. You were to show up here and quickly die by Tom's hand. At least that is what the headmaster had planned for your first year. In the second year, isolate yourself and make yourself rely on Ronald Weasley and I. Start to know Ginevra. This you, put you in the task to send you to Tom and die. With that background, I noticed several patterns of people dying. People that deaths would benefit you. Then Dumbledore did not notice I swiped a report from the Department of Mysteries for his desk. The report was about the incident on the express. A survivor noted that you came out into the hallway; the dementor bowed to you before it kissed you. Since you are still alive and functioning, I agree with their conclusion. You have to have a pact with or working for death."
"That is amazing."
"Not really, I had all the pieces, just needed to put them in the right places. It was finalized with the life debt. You killed the troll." Hermione said while smirking.
"Does Dumbledore know?" Harry asked.
"No. Since he is the smartest wizard, things can only be the way he thinks they are. I do not know what his plans are though. After you die in the third task, he will activate his curse on my book. Ginevra must become pregnant with your child before then."
"Not going to happen," Millie snarled.
"Well, I have to go be seen. Have fun. You truly deserve this reward." Harry said leaving the room.
{s}
Harry noticed Hermione on the ground panting and Millie looking like a cat with a saucer of cream. "Now, Hermione, when I use your full name, you can respond with Harry or Millie. Thinking of that. What is the most humiliating thing we can call you?"
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully. Finally, she said," From Millicent slag, cunt, or whore. It depends on the situation. From you, I have yet to be called anything really, so I do not know."
"Millie, you called her names, already?" Harry asked.
"Yes, sir. She just responded better to them, especially after the runs were harder."
"Speaking of runs, no more torture ones, and have Hermione not only get to the center but find Fleur. That is go from the center to the path the Veela will be on."
"Since you came multiple times, I feel you have been rewarded enough?" Harry asked noticing Hermione's nipples getting hard again.
"Yes, Daddy," Hermione replied.
"Then get dressed and go study. I need to talk to Millicent, alone." Hermione curtseyed and did as ordered. Neither Harry nor Millicent said anything until she left.
"Millie, that was stupid. She is just smart enough to slip her leash if that has gone wrong. I need her completely with me until a month before the third task." Harry ordered.
"Sorry, Harry, I just couldn't help myself. She planned on your horrible death that I am now trying to fix." Millie replied. "Plus the outfit was her idea."
"No, excuse. We treat her as a valued family member, not letting her hang herself until…"
"What do we do with her at that point?" Millie asked, cutting him off.
"At that point, we need her to hate me so much, she can cast the killing curse at me," Harry said.
"Oh, what is the plan?" Millie asked with a predatory smile.
"Have the room summon chairs. You will like this. Also, are you finished with the plan for the redhead slag?"
"Yes, you will love it," Millicent said with pride. "Too bad you will only be told afterward."
{s}
Everything was set. There was nothing else he could do for the tournament. He even had plans to affect the other three champions.
All were not corpses though. Harry had enough talks with Hermione to know she was never his friend in the other timeline. She believed authority figures and books over him. That hurt. Harry sighed. She was now a liability or would be at the end of the year. Sigh. He had to admit Millie was a better friend than any of the redheads. So, time to take the lump and go forward. Tomorrow, he had to become friends with Ronald. At least that friendship would only last until Halloween.
{s}
Harry noticed that the Weasleys had arrived by floo. He already got on board. Soon Ginny, Hermione, and Ron entered his compartment. He used magic to make the care package Ginny sent him look like he ate a lot of it.
"Harry, this is my brother Ronald. You need to become his friend."
"Sure, Gin, anything you want. Ron, do you want any of this food?"
"Yes, Harry, thank…." As Ron started toward the food, only to be elbowed by Ginny. Harry rolled his eyes. "No thanks, mate. I just ate."
Harry wanted to shake his head. Oh well, time. "You want to play a game of chess?"