Supernatural Guardian

Chapter 4

Grimmauld Place

Harry walked into Grimmauld Place a few hours after the hearing, to reassure Hermione and Ginny that he would be okay, and then phased himself invisible as he walked through the door. He stopped in surprise when he saw Draco Malfoy in his uncle's house; regardless of whether the werewolf had consented or not, Harry considered him family and wouldn't let Dumbledore walk all over him or Sirius like that.

The blonde prat was sneaking around, as Harry regained visibility, allowing him to retake his 'base state', grinning evilly. It was time for some payback. He pulled his wand out and hit Malfoy with ropes, tying him up with a gag silencing him.

Draco crashed to the ground, struggling. Harry walked slowly towards the bleached-blond and smirked down at him. Malfoy looked up with eyes wide with fear and horror.

Harry crouched down methodically, and he could practically feel the General's groan, but he likely perked up once Harry said his name. "Hello, Draco Malfoy," he whispered darkly. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "No, don't answer that. I know. You're hiding from Voldemort?" The fearful Malfoy flinched but nodded frantically. Harry let a soft yet creepy chuckle escape his lips. Malfoy shivered.

See, I'm sick and tired of being the good guy, Malfoy," Harry said, smiling. "Not the same way. I've seen Dumbledore for what he is. He's just like Voldemort, except he does things differently. Voldemort uses fear to control others, and Dumbledore uses love and compassion—they're lies... but still?" Harry shrugged. "Chaos and Order both want to rule the mindless idiots, in rather the same fashion, though... through differing lies."

Harry smirked as he floated Draco up the stairs and carried him silently into the attic, then tied him standing to a beam before sealing the door. "So, Malfoy, you think you can do all of those horrible things to me at school, and I'll let you hide from Voldemort in my uncle's house?" He flicked his wand and the gag popped out.

"Please, I'm sorry," the blond boy begged.

"Shh," he whispered, placing two fingers on Malfoy's lips, glad his foe flinched. "I'm curious, Malfoy. I have a couple of questions and you have answers. Answer truthfully, and I'll let you live; lie, and I'll kill you, understand?" Malfoy gulped and nodded frantically. "Good, now let's begin with Snape." He paused for a moment, then continued in a low voice. "Do you think he's a danger to me? Do you think that thing is trustworthy?"

Malfoy shook his head. "No, he doesn't hate you," he said. "I don't even trust him."

"Ask him about that other rumor?" the General ordered. "Don't worry, Cassandra is off the line, and the ones below her don't know anything. Only those in your year and the one below have had any contact with wealthy heiresses, and they wouldn't dare harm Hogwarts."

Harry had to control his potential rage, knowing Daphne and Astoria were 'pure,' and was thankful for small mercies, while dreading finding out that something so horrible was happening to others who didn't have the wealth or power to speak out.

"I've heard rumors that the Slytherin boys are raping, the 'lower class,' Slytherin girls, and even first-years; is this true?" he asked, forcing nonchalance into his voice.

Malfoy gulped as he shook his head, but quickly changed it to a nod when Harry's eyes flashed bright yellow with his pupils bleeding out into crosses. "Yes," he squeaked out in terror. "But they're lowborn; they should think themselves lucky and grateful we even deign to give them any of our attention!" He whimpered out his defiance, looking like a young man who knew he was only spouting the excuse for himself, not anyone else.

Harry growled in disgust. "That shall not continue; I'll kill them all." Malfoy shivered, realizing the boy before him was different, and completely capable of murder. Harry then raised his wand. "Obliviate!"

"Wait!" Malfoy cried out quickly. "Snape is in on it too... and... and he also goes after lower-class boys, with some of the other boys who... don't care about that sort of thing! I can help you, if you make sure nothing happens to me!"

"Oblivate!" The green light made Malfoy's eyes glassy before he was knocked out by Harry with a left hook, followed by Harry using his wand to remove the ropes and gag, causing them to disappear. Malfoy then collapsed unconscious on the ground, while Harry grinded his teeth in anger as yellow and green sparks fizzled down his body.

'Get a hold of yourself, boy!' the General said, and Harry nodded as he took a few deep breaths; he knew he had to take his time and gather evidence.

"If I ever catch them at this, and I will," Harry said coldly. "I will not be responsible for their deaths, and I bet Dumbledore is letting this go on, to keep his pathetic pet Death Eaters satisfied," he said before pulling off his glasses and placing them away. He then took out his earwig, and the cap from his tooth.

Harry then unsealed the door with a sigh, and walked out, surprised to come face to face with a darkly smirking blonde girl with cold grey eyes, maybe his age, maybe a bit older.

"Wow, I didn't think Harry Potter had the guts," she said, speaking as if she did not care. Peeking into the room, she looked ecstatic to see Draco bleeding and unconscious. "I'm Lucinda Malfoy, Draco's older sister."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know the guy had a sister."

She smirked darkly. "I attend Ilvermorny in America, as I may be a bit of a 'problem child,'" she informed him. "Though, since my idiot father got thrown in jail, I have to suffer through my last year at Hogwarts." She sneered at the thought. "So, why did you kidnap my incompetent brother, anyway?"

"A few answers," he shrugged with a glare. "But you're too hot to be a Malfoy."

She smirked. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Here and now, fuck me hard, break me in, be my first... just imagine how fucked up my bastard brother and father would be if they learned that you had my pure-blooded cherry! You want to be the bad boy, and right now, I want to be your bitch... master." She dropped her robe, revealing her white bra and panties, and her amazing, slender body. He didn't care about the mockery of his title; all he could focus on was the woman before him.

Harry smirked as he checked out her fairly large chest, and then he waved his wand and her bra ripped off, his smirk widening at her pale breasts and small, stiff pink nipples breaking free. His eyes lingered on them for a moment before moving downward to her pale cheeks which had now taken on a faint pink hue. "What would your mother think, giving a stranger something so precious?" he asked, laughing darkly.

"I don't give a shit what she thinks," she retorted. "You're smoking hot, and strong, and every girl dreams of a strong man to look after them, to love them, and to make them feel something so far beyond anything masturbation could ever achieve. My parents are scum, and I'm glad I turned my nose up at their pathetic grabs for some sort of power, and it was rather fun telling mum and dad I was in Thunderbird House because that is practically the equivalent of being in Gryffindor to idiots like them."

Harry grinned and flicked his wand again, her panties ripped off dropping to the floor, revealing her soaking slit with a strip of blonde hair. Harry picked her up, tightly into his arms, while she whimpered as he played with her tits, and she whimpered as he sucked her hard nipples each in turn. Then he turned her to face the wall, and pulled down his trousers, and pulled out his large hard penis. He had a large smirk as she leaned her hands on the wall, bending over, and her tight soft butt in the air. Harry grabbed her hips, and slid his stiff member slowly into her juicy vagina; she let out a squeal of pain and pleasure, as some blood leaked from her, but she shuddered with a moan as he stretched her further than she thought possible, as she realised how monstrous his dick was, as he started pumping her virgin pussy.

"Harder, faster!" Lucinda found herself begging, so he obeyed and she moaned and groaned louder, begging for more. "Hurt me!" she cried out as he pumped and gasped for breath. He started slapping her ass, squeezing tight, pumping her to his full length. "That's it, more; give me more, master... ugh, Potter! Yes, fuck yes," she gasped out as her vagina clamped down on him, squirting her juices around him. Harry just continued and she got louder, begging for more and more. He kept going and she begged for more and more pain, he pulled out his wand, grinning maniacally, he slid it up her tight arsehole, getting a squirming hiss from the blonde-haired girl.

He chuckled insanely and stopped pumping her; she groaned, looking round at him as he grinned back at her. "So, what spell should I use?" he wondered aloud, pushing his full length into her and the wand up to the hilt.

"I don't give a shit, just fire something into me and ram the crap out of me!" she demanded angrily. "I can't believe how amazing this is; you are, everything I need and want. I know I'm a fuck-up, but, just please, do whatever you want with my body; it and I belong to you!"

Harry smirked. "Cr-" She grinned in excitement and fear. "Crucio!" he whispered, pumping his wand, unsure whether he could even perform the spell. However, she let out a shrill shriek for less than a second, feeling the pure pain as he continued to pound her.

Again, she gasped out tiredly as he pounded her hard and fast; he obliged, each time for only a millisecond, as he didn't want to hurt her more than she could take, and cause permanent damage. But she loved it that way. "More, hurt me, make me suffer, I'm your slut, my Emperor… I love you so much. Just from hearing my family complain about you, I knew I could be yours. I've fantasized about you being my first for so long, all I could do was have a little fun with some girlfriends. I…I just knew my first cock had to be yours, and now I know, it's the only one I need!"

Forty minutes later, Harry had made Lucinda cum quite a few more times before emptying himself in her for the third time, and leaving her with a kiss after she had sucked his cock clean, got dressed, and left him with a smile on her face. Harry liked her, even though, she was the freakiest girl he had ever met. It was lucky they had magic since it came in handy to clean up all of her blood, and the 'mess' they made. He now walked down the stairs with his penis back in his pants.

Harry walked into the kitchen surprised to find everyone from the Will, minus Dumbledore, and then a few more.

"Hey guys," he chimed with a huge grin, as they looked at him in surprise. "Did you know Malfoy has a sister?" he asked as he pulled a butter beer bottle from the cool larder, opened it, and drank some, sighing tiredly.

"Yeah," agreed Ron heatedly. "She's worse than her brother!"

Harry laughed amusedly as he leant up against the wall. "Nah, I wouldn't say that, she seemed nice enough to me," he said with a smile as Ginny and Hermione were sitting together, and leaning down from behind he wrapped them within his arms, and kissed them each on their surprised lips to their delight, as they held his arms to them. "I'll be staying with the Greengrass's for a few weeks... I want to get to know my mother's best friend, since I know Remus well enough, and then I have a few errands to run, but I'll see you girls back at school. So, you girls look after each other while I'm away, and I'll send you both a couple of gifts," he said while they snuggled with him and kissed his cheeks in return before he pulled back and smiled.

"Stay out of trouble, Ron," Harry said with a grin. "And get your mum and dad to take you clothes shopping in the muggle world sometime; they can help you look less weird." He turned back to Hermione and Ginny. "And maybe Hermione and Ginny could get Tonks or some other younger woman to take them shopping for some adorable new outfits?" he suggested, as Tonks perked up and nodded enthusiastically, while Harry and the girls laughed as she blushed.

"And… Uncle Remus," Harry said with a smile as he walked around the table and pulled the man up into a hug, which he quickly reciprocated. "Look after yourself, alright? Because the next idiot who foolishly gets themselves murdered, is going to have me shattering through reality, and dragging them out of hell by their hair."

Remus chuckled along with a few others as he pulled away and smiled sadly. "You can come and live here, Harry," he said. "I told Dumbledore to shove off!"

Charlie Weasley snorted. "Is that what you call telling someone to go and fuck themselves with a rusty broadsword, now?"

"Charlie Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley reprimanded with a huff, as the rest of the room was still laughing or snickering.

Anyway, what are you going to do about the Malfoys? he asked.

Remus shrugged. "Threw them out," he said. "They made their beds, so they should sleep in them."

Harry frowned. "Okay... you can do that," he replied to their surprise. "She's in Thunderbolt House, and hates her brother as much as anyone else... she... might be a little weird, but she isn't like them... she is more like Sirius. She probably would have been in Gryffindor as a first year, but now... the world and its messed-up ways would likely make her a Slytherin, if not, then Dumbledore will shove her in Slytherin just because of her blood family."

"Dumbledore said he already put her in Slytherin," Ron said with a frown. "But… that's why… I think he's afraid a Malfoy won't be a Slytherin."

Harry smiled sadly. "It's unfortunate, but true... but there is nothing wrong with being in Slytherin; I bet muggle-borns could easily go there, if they weren't scared to death during the orientation that I never got... I just met Draco Malfoy on the train, and I wanted to be in a different house... I begged the hat not to put me in Slytherin," he said before his eyes widened and gasps rent the air. "How many times, Professor McGonagall, have you warned your muggle-born students about being associated with the dark arts?"

The woman put her hands to her mouth with wide eyes as many turned to her. "I… I was just going through a script of questions and answers… I didn't realise."

Harry smiled, saying his farewells and kissing Ginny and Hermione one last time, touching their lips with his own before disappearing.

Lucinda felt weird as her mother and brother had been sealed in their rooms, and since she had been sharing with her mother, she got moved, and took the last bed in with Hermione Granger and Ginevra Weasley. She was at least allowed to go where she wanted as long as she stayed away from her brothers' or mother's room. This was all apparently thanks to Harry, as the others wanted to throw them all out, and the only reason her mother and brother weren't was because Harry vouched for her, thankfully.

"Are you really a Thunderbird?" Hermione suddenly asked from where she was sitting cross-legged on her bed and pretending to read while Ginny was lying back on her bed, wondering whether she could open her gift from Sirius in front of Lucinda or not.

"Yeah," she quickly agreed. "Apparently, I like a bit of adventure in my life… like Harry… he's pretty cool, right? Being his friend, I bet he stole your hearts just like he stole mine, without even trying?"

"You like Harry too?" Hermione asked excitedly, her dark cheeks lighting up as she quickly continued. "I mean... Harry's a really great guy. He's smart, funny, and kind. Him being... well, Harry is a rather good judge of character, and thinking back, I don't think he ever really trusted Dumbledore, but he trusts you, so until we feel otherwise... I'm sure... maybe we could be friends?"

Lucinda smiled in relief, and Hermione and Ginny were surprised it wasn't a smile full of malice, like most Slytherins. "I'm so relieved," she said. "I've had to leave all of my friends back in the States, and was worried I wouldn't make any here, especially since Dumbledore just chose Slytherin for me; besides a few, most are kind of dipshits that I want little to do with."

They were startled a moment later when three brown owls flew into their bedroom, and dropped a package for each of them on their beds before flying out again. They looked at each other in surprise before opening them to find three folding smartphones with different colored cases each; Ginny's was red, Lucinda's was green, and Hermione's was a pale blue. The girls looked confused while Hermione read her note.

"You'll probably have to teach them how they work," said Hermione. "They've had some experience with seals, so don't worry about magic, or needing to charge them — I love you, beautiful girls." Harry beamed at the three of them as they went giddy with excited laughter; Hermione showed them his phone number and told them what Harry had given them, while all three of them went to open their presents with Hermione helping them insert their SIM cards and assisting them in setting up their accounts. The girls enjoyed a kind of slumber party together, and Hermione and Ginny realized and understood why Harry stood up for Lucinda, as she was fast becoming one of their best friends. They set up something called a group chat between Harry and themselves through a text app, and Harry added Astoria and Daphne while he was no doubt teaching them how to use their phones too. They talked and flirted and all sorts that first night especially.

It kind of got the three girls rather horny, and Lucinda may have taken advantage, and helped teach her friends that while they were waiting for Harry to return soon, they could deal with each other's needs.

"Plus, I've never done it with a redhead or a black girl before," Lucinda said with a smirk as she had them both beneath her, and at her mercy.

to be continued...