Chapter Sixty Six
A healing charm was not going to do it. There were some things that even magic couldn't heal — at least, not instantly. If he got it back, Cissy could reholster his wand, hopefully, but in the meantime…
Harry ground his teeth together, his eyes watering.
This is going to hurt.
A powered Incendio held on the tip of his wand, like a fireplace stoker.
"Enjoy." Tom said gleefully.
Wand pressed to his wound, to his groin.
He almost bit his tongue off. "Gah!" He gurgled, taking shuddering breaths, keeling over onto the floor. His vision swam, the colors fading to black.
Harry had known pain before. He'd known much more of it when he took Tom's memories, how to give it, how to receive it. But stopping the heavy flow of blood, his cock cauterization — it was the worst in memory.
He stumbled to his feet. Apolline and Fleur protected him from the Veela, shoulder to shoulder, drawing golden shields. The balls of fire that soared toward them made their silver hair gleam beautifully.
His girls.
"'Arry?" Fleur called over her shoulder in a panic.
"I am here." He said faintly. Was he here? Could he fight? He caught sight of his cock across the temple hall and rage filled him once more, but it was tempered by sheer exhaustion.
"Who takes a man's cock?" He muttered, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I'm never having sex again."
His wand came up. Absently, he looked at it. He could barely point it straight.
"Where am I?" He said suddenly.
"Harry!" Apolline snapped. Her palm smacked against his face. "Focus — they have your cock, mon cherie! You need to fight!"
"Right, fight." Harry limped between the two of them and pushed his way through. "Prepare for death!" He declared.
A Cutting Curse shot toward him, but his shield charm didn't form, his fingers trembling as he swished it inaccurately. It sliced between his thighs — Harry goggled. If he had a cock, that would have been a clean hit.
"Pathetic." Tom crowed. "There are memories of the pain and then there is the reality. I wouldn't be paralyzed like this."
Harry narrowed his eyes. Alright, no fancy wandwork and nothing that needs accuracy. He took aim at a temple column and exploded it. The column crumbled and fell as the hall shook, the gauzy curtains between each pillar vibrating.
The Veela were beneath the falling column, until they weren't — fuck, they were fast. His girls had taken over shielding, but that left only him for offense, which wasn't great when he could barely hold his wand.
Sofia shrieked, her mouth a cruel beak, and he saw that her sharp teeth weren't just isolated to her cunt. But her and her sisters had more control of themselves than Fleur had, for they had taken their winged, fire-throwing forms while still holding onto their wands.
Balls of fire breezed through his girls' shields, but Harry batted them away like Bludgers, double-handing his wand to gain some control. One Bludger, three, carefully deflected.
"Stop!" Sofia snarled to her sisters, realizing his intent. It was too late — the red curtains were ablaze, hanging between each of the pillars that rung around the temple hall. With the fire came the smoke, heavy and wafted by Harry's spells.
The moonlight shone through the burning curtains, tinting the whole hall a fiery orange, a light that was diffused through the smoke. Harry couldn't aim right — but now they couldn't either.
"There is no way out, Harry Potter!" Sofia screeched. "Not now you've lost your power."
Harry glowered. Why did these crazy bitches believe his power came from his dick? He was hardly the biblical Samson, his strength sapped when his hair was cut. At least, he hoped not.
Apolline pulled him down behind a sofa. "Are you okay?" She fretted, patting him down, her eyes locked on his unsightly burn scar where his cock should have been.
"I'm feeling a lot lighter now." Harry quipped grimly. "This is your fault, you know."
"W-what?"
"This whole male Veela nonsense, it started with you." He grumbled and then immediately felt bad at the tears that formed in her eyes. "Alright, alright, I didn't mean it."
"We need to get your cock back." Fleur declared, embracing him. "But we need you able to fight, 'Arry."
"I can fight." He muttered, letting his head rest against her bosom. "I just can't do complex Transfigurations. Or hard spells. Or, you know, accurate spells."
"Use what you 'ave, mon cherie." Apolline advised. "A sharp mind and a devilish tongue."
He pulled his earlobe, trying to get rid of the constant ringing sound. "You might have to get used to my tongue if we can't get my dick back." He said, wincing.
"Stop zat!" Fleur gripped his chin. "'Arry Potter does not give up. 'Arry Potter fucks better zan any man, wiz or wizzout a penis! 'Arry Potter kills, wiz or wizzout a wand!"
He gave her a tired smile. "Thank you, beautiful."
"I didn't want it to be this way, Harry Potter!" Sofia called out through the smoke. "But I cannot let my people be subjugated by another man! Never again will there be another Elutheratan!"
Harry's shoulder slumped. "Should have listened to Sirius — never stick your dick in crazy."
"There is no hiding now. There is no help coming — your friends are distracted for the night." The Princess said, her voice amplified and resonating around the room. "Celeste, activate playtime."
Fleur met his eyes. "Zat doesn't sound—"
The room went black. SRKKK! The harsh sound of metal scraping against metal.
Above, red lamps shone down. The painted ceiling above, decorated with frescoes of naked Veela, was hidden by a metal grate, from which hung winches and straps.
Harry peered over the sofa — the painting on the wall had swung open to reveal an armory of whips and chains. The stone pedestal had retreated into the ground and a cage-like dungeon bed had emerged.
Sofia's amusement was clear in her voice, though he couldn't see her. "Veela deal in all types of pleasure, you know — but I have always favored the pleasure that comes with pain!"
"Sex dungeon." Harry sighed. "Of course she has a sex dungeon." The sight didn't frighten him — his nightmares were spent as Tom, making full use of a real dungeon.
He grabbed a pillow from the sofa and pressed his wand to it. Feathers burst as he transfigured it into a glove.
"Ready to go again?" Harry asked his girls, holding his wand in one hand, the other a thick pillow-glove. "I need you to start hitting hard — I'll keep myself safe."
Fleur surprised him with a desperate kiss. "Be safe." Her chin wobbled but she glared defiantly when he raised an eyebrow. "Ze cock is useless without your hips." She sniffed.
A whip cracked their sofa in two — clearly, this wasn't a toy whip. The serrated edges even smashed through the coffee table, splitting the food platters and booze bottles that Sirius and the boys had left behind.
Hope they're having more fun than I am.
The next crack of the whip came through the smoke, almost taking his head with it — some clever bitch had charmed it to be longer than a boa constrictor. The only damage it caused was upending the bowl of hot chili sauce that splashed onto his face.
Harry was ready the next time, catching the whip in his pillow-glove and tugging it away. The slight tautness told him where the holder was, but his Bombarda didn't connect.
"Imagine if you died here." Mei said excitedly. "The great Boy-Who-Lived brought down by sticking his wand into a shark."
Think, Harry. You're better than this.
Simple spells — he had a wealth of magic knowledge from across the world, but he could cast only simple spells with his twitching fingers, blurred vision and total exhaustion.
What simple spells could defeat the Veela?
"Aguamenti!" He cast loudly. "Aguamenti! Aguamenti!" The liquid spray shot through the smoke wildly in ferocious jets.
He heard the redhead giggle. "Without his cock, he is reduced to the Water-Making Spell!"
Harry smirked. Spell-faking was a dirty trick that Tom had learned on the dueling circuit — the incantation was not always the spell. "What makes you think it's water?" He called.
Simple spells — not to make water, but to make wine…and to light it.
The redhead grew redder still; torched in flame, skin melting, burned alive. She lit up the battlefield in death, a fire in the dark, highlighting the shadows of the fighters around her.
"There's always one that drinks too much at an orgy." Harry taunted.
Sofia's purple eyes burned through the smoke and he could see the rage within. "You will choke to death on your own cock, Harry Potter." She promised.
"Sentences that have never been said." He murmured.
The fight was on. The hatched metal above squealed as a Veela took flight and hooked her talons through it, above the smoke. A black acid curse hissed past his ear.
In front of him, he heard the beat of heavy wings in perfect unison — the smoke billowed away.
From below, leather bondage restraints snaked from below the sofa legs, entwining around his feet.
On his left, Fleur had sprouted her own wings, using her talons to slice through the metal cage-ceiling, gaining a height advantage. On his right, Apolline sank into the floor, Transfiguring the stone into sand to lay a trap.
Harry took up a stance. This was going to get dirty.
Fucking Veela. He never should have come here. He hoped at least, far below the temple steps, the boys were okay, literally fucking Veela. With any luck, they'd cum real quick.
Come on boys. This time, I really need your help.
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Neville gulped as his Veela bed partner ground her wet cunt over his thigh. He could smell her pure arousal.
She grabbed his face forcefully, kissing him so hard that it felt like she was trying to suck his soul out.
"Are you ready to lose your innocence?" She teased. She kneaded his heavy balls. "I sense another load, oui? Zis one will not cum so easily."
"I hope—" Neville's words were cut off by a rumble in the distance. It felt like the ground was shaking. Someone screamed. "What was that?"
"Nuzzing." She said, kissing her way up his chest, rubbing her bare tits against him.
"It didn't sound like nothing." He murmured. Had Harry gotten into trouble again?
"It is nuzzing!" She insisted, sliding her soaking pussy over his cock, coating him in her juices.
"I heard a scream—"
"Women scream in pleasure. Don't you want to make me scream?" She scowled.
"Well, yes, but—"
The girl with honey-hair grabbed his wrists and held them above him, pressed against the headboard. She blinked and Neville gasped — she was suddenly more beautiful than ever. Her hair was lit by an invisible halo, the light bouncing off each glossy wave. Her skin was perfect, without blemish. She smelled like his favourite flower and he gaped, dribbling down his chin.
"Don't you want me?" She teased.
Neville couldn't move, hard with arousal and desperate desire. Another agonized scream pierced the air.
Something is wrong. He thought with his mind, but his body just rocked senselessly.
His cock throbbed, eager for her touch. His desire had flooded his mind, but it was tinged with something terrible.
Something's wrong. He thought again. Harry.
He had to help. He had to escape. But he was locked here with this angel and his terrible lusts.
"Stay here with me." She crowed, her thumb on his lips. "Gift me your innocence, beautiful boy, d'accord?"
Neville stared with wide eyes. "I…I have a gift." He said weakly. He had to clear his head, somehow, but he was trapped here, in this trap of sexual desire.
"Oh?"
"I-I thought it was a weakness…but now I see it's a gift." He steeled himself, like he had in his first year when he tried to stop Harry and co from leaving the Common Room. He'd let Harry down then — he wouldn't do it again.
She melted against him, her ear against his mouth to pick up his whispers. "What is it?"
Neville swallowed. "I'm a premature ejaculator." And then he rocked once, hard, grinding his cock against her folds, her glorious wet hot pussylips. It felt too good — he came instantly, splurging jizz over her cunt and groin.
He gasped — with his balls empty, his mind was clear, her Allure losing its ironclad control.
"What ze fuck?" She gaped in disbelief. "I did not even touch you!"
Neville snatched his wand from under the pillow and pressed it to her head. With a murmur, she was out like a light.
"So sorry!" He blurted. Something Sirius had said came to mind, something he'd written down. He hadn't understood it then but now he understood the sage advice. "But…bros before hoes, you know?"
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Ron murmured his favorite song. "Weasley is our King, Weasley can save anything." He felt like a king, his softening cock still embedded in the beautiful redhead as they cuddled on the bed.
He hadn't lasted long. She'd probably faked her orgasm. But he'd done it.
He'd had sex.
You only gotta catch the Snitch for a second.
He'd always been afraid that he'd be left without an achievement. Bill was a rockstar Curse Breaker. Charlie tamed dragons. Percy had a Ministry career ahead of him. The twins were making money over fist.
Ron had nothing, until now. He was just also there as Harry changed the world.
Except now, Ron fucked. If he passed away today and floated up to the great pearly gates in the sky, he could go happily, knowing he'd done something tremendous.
Harry must have felt like this on bedding Fleur, that lucky asshole.
His bedmate purred and ground her bottom against him, feeling his cock stir once more. "So," She said, looking back at him. "Am I in ze club?"
"Huh? Oh, yes. G.U.N.T." He grinned. "Absolutely. We have to stick together, you know, so we're not discriminated against. Maybe, you know, if you're not busy, I could take you—"
The hut rumbled. There was a terrible scream. Ron's heart dropped — he'd heard that scream before. When his best mate had nightmares, when he was hurting. Harry's scream.
"I gotta go." He sighed.
"Non!" The redhead sighed and frowned he pulled out of her. "It is nuzzing, just some rough sex, I'm sure."
Ron gazed, enraptured, at his cum oozing from her pussy. He'd done that. His next Patronus would come easily. He rolled out of bed. "Sorry, gotta go, sidekick's gotta kick." He leaned over to kiss her cheek. "This was fun, let's do it again sometime." He'd always wanted to say that.
"Non!" She scampered into position, pushing her face into the pillow, her body arched to push her ass high. "Don't you want to do me…dans le derriere?" She begged. Her hair breezed without a wind, her beauty magnified.
Ron stared at the little puckered pink ring, frozen. Fucking this glorious creature in the ass — he could write that on his gravestone. Even Harry would be impressed.
The next line of the Weasley song played in his head.
He never leaves a single ring, that's why all Gryffindors sing, Weasley is our King.
Ron's jaw hung open. A single ring. A magnificent tight ring, between two thick asscheeks.
"No." He murmured, fingers creeping towards his wand.
"Oui." The woman countered, pushing her ass out even further, burying her face in the pillow as she wiggled her bottom.
"Stupefy." Ron muttered sadly. The light stunned her limp. "Sorry, red. I already have an asshole to look after, and his name is Harry Potter."
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Dean took a breath of courage and hesitantly took hold of the woman's blonde hair as she slobbered over his cock. She gave him an encouraging smile.
He'd always wanted to do that, to hold her in place and even push a girl down to choke on his cock. It wasn't gentlemanly…but it was hot as fuck.
Behind, a large mirror showed his victory — his seed dribbling out of her used pussy, down her thighs. He gave another silent thank you to Harry Potter — what a fucking legend, what a friend. As the blonde bimbo lapped at his cockhead, Dean thanked his mother for having the good sense to give birth to him in the same year as Harry.
The Veela gasped for breath after deepthroating him and gave him a sultry smile. "I haf never been with a black man before."
Dean grinned. "Neither have I."
As she descended down his cock again, he couldn't help but glance at the window. There had only been one rumble and a sharp scream, but it kept playing on his mind, even with the blonde's long tongue lapping at his balls.
She wiped her mouth, frowning. "Vot is wrong? You are good friends, yes? You look after your—how you say, your people—"
"Mates." Dean answered, absently. Harry had brought him here and if he was in trouble…Dean could never forgive himself if he didn't pay back the kindness Harry had always shown him.
The beautiful blonde looked confused. "I thot your kind called them homies." She giggled.
Dean stared at her blankly and then sighed, clenching his fist. "You just had to say it, didn't you?"
"Vot?" She said, bewildered as he pushed her way. "I say wrong?"
"Your kind?" He growled. "My kind? You think all black people are the same?" He snapped. "You're so hot, why couldn't you have just not said anything?" He sighed. "I'm gonna go see what's up on the temple."
She said nothing, but she edged toward the side table. "I did not mean—" She snatched up her wand, her Allure flaring.
Dean was quicker — DA training had been good for him. The girl fell off the bed, her big tits cushioning her fall.
"Fuck." He growled, staring at his hard cock which throbbed, lonely. He peered over the side. "You're right, I suppose." He smiled sardonically. "Homies before blow-me's."
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Seamus gripped Róisín's toned bottom as he lapped at her honeypot, tightening his core to stop himself from cumming in the girl's sister. Siobhan was rising and falling incredibly slowly, as instructed. Heaven's touch, with hell's heat — he was ready to burst from the first second.
"Can't I go any faster?" She pouted.
"No, lass, or you'll get more Irish cream than a feckin' Baileys." Seamus gasped. "Kiss your sister."
Roisin giggled as she made out with her sister. "He's a charmer, ain't he?"
"Real gentleman — reminds me of our Uncle Finley."
Seamus froze. "You got an Uncle Finley? I've got an Uncle Finley." He said, his voice muffled in the girl's thighs. It was unlikely…but his Mam had ten siblings and the girls were also from County Kerry…
Siobhan stopped moving entirely. "Practically lives at the pub on the water…" She said, her voice full of dread.
Seamus gulped. "With the football shirts framed by the door—"
Roisin swung off his face and stared at him, her hands to her mouth. "The ship's wheel over the fireplace."
"The Sailors Bar." Seamus finished, his head smacking back against the pillow. "Jus' my luck."
Sudden silhouettes at the gazebo's entrance covered the moonlight's beam. It was Ron, Dean and Neville, naked, dicks swinging. They each stared for a second at the pair of naked sisters.
"Seamus!" Dean recovered. "Harry's in trouble, lots of Veela, they're trying to distract us!"
The two sisters tried to grab their wands — but Siobhan was still impaled by his dick and he grabbed Roisin's ankle as she tried to scamper away. Seamus hit them both with two stunners. "Sorry, ladies." He said darkly. "Misters before sisters."
He winced as he picked Siobhan off his cock — she felt good, especially for a relative. "Forgive me, Jesus. Forgive me, Mam." He said under his breath. "Why you gotta test me like that, God?"
"Sorry to cockblock, mate." Dean said genuinely. "Those two are stunners."
"Nice wand, mate." Ron fist-bumped him.
Seamus shrugged. "Does alright. Whoa, Nev, you're packing!"
The boy flushed red. "Thanks. You're quite girthy too, Ron." Neville said.
"Alright, this got pretty gay." Dean sniggered.
"Really quick." Seamus agreed. "Let's go save the day. Sidekicks united."
"Sidekicks?" Neville punched his arm excitedly. "More like…sidecocks. Get it?"
"Nev…" They sighed together.
"That was funny." He defended. "You said I should try and be more comfortable to talk in the group."
"We take it back." Dean paused. "Hey, where's Sirius?"
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Sirius craned his arms under and around the woman's thick bottom and buried his face in her cheeks. "Nom, nom, nom!" He slobbered, running his tongue over her ass, from hole to hole. "Now say the words!"
The brunette had touches of gray charmed into her hair. She looked over her shoulder, wearing the reading glasses he'd provided. "Oh, Mister Black, you're such a bad student. Why do you keep getting detention?"
Sirius grinned — her delivery wasn't great, but it would do. He took another lick of her pussy. "I don't know, Minnie, I'm just a bad dog who wants a bad kitty."
The woman adjusted her big black witch hat and looked at him archly. "Well, I suppose this naughty kitty could do with a big dog. Hump me silly and I'll give you detention next week too."
"You got it, Professor." Sirius said eagerly, leaping up to slide his cock between the woman's thick buns. On his feet, he could see the doorway — and the boys who stood in it, watching with their jaws dropped.
"Uh…" Ron mumbled.
"Don't tell Harry." Sirius begged instantly.
Seamus put his hand up like he was in class. "Harry's in trouble — we gotta go save him."
"And I need to make a quick stop." Neville added.
Sirius looked at them and back down at the woman, his hand still pressing her firmly down. She whimpered and wriggled, hotdogging his cock in her plump cheeks.
He gave a mournful sigh. "Sorry, sweet cheeks." He gave her a sharp spank farewell. "Godsons before hot buns."
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Harry was in trouble. Though he'd told his two girls to attack, splitting up had left him very vulnerable. He just releasing himself from the bondage restraints that had risen from the floor when a whip caught him against the shoulder. Before he knew it, he had a jagged whip coiled around each wrist, his wand falling to the floor, to join the pool of blood that dropped from his cockless crotch.
His head was fuzzy as shit too.
Apolline, winged and beaked, fought with the dark-skinned beauty, wrapped around her back with her talons digging into her neck, but the girl wasn't going down.
Fleur was somewhere above, but she couldn't help him now.
Not with Sofia, standing triumphantly in front of him. Her two sisters held the whips that forced him to kneel.
"Such a sad demise, but you've given a gift to the world, Harry Potter." The Princess gloated, holding his dismembered cock alive. "If you tell me how to use it, how to command the legendary power, I'll let your whores live."
Harry glowered. "I told you, I'm not a Veela!"
"Yes, and Apolline and her daughter both grovel at your feet out of love." Sofia rolled her eyes. She stroked the veins of his cock curiously. "Your mind control, do you have to stroke this to activate it? Is there an incantation?"
Harry spat at her, but even his spit was bloody. "My cock is just a cock, you dim-witted whore."
Sofia sighed. "Even now, you lie so needlessly. I have Elutheratan's diaries, you know. I know that his power is concentrated here. I know I can use it with your cock in my hand."
"Have you considered the possibility that I am not fucking Elutheratan?!" He snapped.
"Impossible." She brought his cock to her face and inhaled deeply. "We can feel your magic, your power. What it does to us. Your seed." She took his cock and placed it into her mouth, suckling on it.
It was one of the most disturbing things he'd ever seen. Raw magic boiled up within him, simmering over. He didn't need his wand — he'd snap these whips with a fucking thought.
A voice broke his rage. An Irish brogue. "Hey, lady — you never touch a man's dick without consent."
Harry's head whipped round — Seamus, butt naked for some reason, wand in hand. Seamus' Severing Charm cut one whip away from his wrist.
Ron marched in from his right, pushing through the flaming curtain. "Put the dick down, bitch." Another Diffindo sliced the other whip. Harry was freed.
Harry didn't know Sirius was behind him until his godfather wrenched him up by the shoulder. "Merlin's balls, kiddo, is that what you're working with?" He said in awe. "I thought she'd taken your arm at first!"
"Die!" Sofia shrieked in fury, launching a fire ball from each hand, but Sirius Black was no joke of a wizard — one fire ball was swallowed by a large witch's hat that his godfather was carrying for some reason, while the other was frozen in mid-air with quick wandwork.
Harry's twitching fingers picked up his wand, every muscle in his body hurting. It was a good rescue, but they were still in the open with no cover — and Seamus and Ron were no match for the Veelas.
He looked up to the heavens, searching for solutions, and found himself looking straight at Fleur's bare pussy — the girl was monkey swinging through the metal grate ceiling, trying to get behind their opponents.
Buy her time. His magic begged for revenge, but his hands were still shaking.
And when the Veela bitches attacked, he saw it in slow motion. The fight that he couldn't affect.
The blonde Celine shot forward a Killing Curse at Sirius, who was too distracted casting a complicated curse. The terrible green glowing forth, but Ron summoned a sofa in the nick of time.
The lilac-haired Elodie, built like an Amazon warrior — her wand movements were so fast, they looked like gunshots. A jab at a bondage harness in the closet and it floated in front of her wand, another jab and it was banished toward Seamus.
He was cool enough to conjure a flock of birds that chirped their discontent as they were wrapped up, caged by BDSM wear.
Harry spat out a horizontal body-slicer from Norway — meant for cutting through scrapped boats for salvage, Tom had found a better use for it. But in the time he could usually spray five spells, he could cast only one.
The Princess was more adept than his boys, DA training or not — a fireball thrown from one hand, a Cruciatus from the other, layered neatly underneath a Tickling Curse. Seamus shielded one — the wrong one.
"Sirius!" Harry yelled over Seamus' pained scream. "Defense!"
His godfather switched up instantly, pointing his wand up like a beacon and tearing down a portion of the metal cage above. It fell between the attackers and defenders, but it was weak, thin.
Useless.
Until the fire forged it. The Veela's flaw — they threw fire without a thought. And as it crashed against Sirius' metal wall, it helped him mold it, Transfigure it. The heat made the metal into molten slag that Sirius could shape up, swirling it high like clay pottery.
The Veela could have destroyed the wall before Sirius could finish making it mighty, but Fleur chose her moment wisely.
The metal cage still stood above the Veela, meant for hanging ropes and harnesses and X-frames. Fleur chose her own form of sex play — electricity. The Shock Spell was used by St Mungo's to treat mental illness, but his beautiful girl overcharged it and inscribed into a rune on the cage, linked to their targets with a simple Aguamenti — a drizzle, not a jet.
Harry grinned — elegant work. Fleur dropped, activating the rune. The shock spell sparked across the whole cage and shot down from the metal just as the Veela whores were wondering why they were wet. They fried like eggs, their bodies jerking unnaturally, a spark of blue running from toes to wild hair.
When each of them dropped their wands, it would have been duel over, if Harry was in the fight. But Ron hit the the blonde with but a Jelly-Legs Jinx, and Seamus, still frazzled and twitching from the Cruciatus, hit Elodie with only a Leg-Locker.
Apolline screamed as she got a talon to the breast, taking Fleur's attention — she chose to help her mother in her tumbling fight with Estelle. Estelle fell quickly, but the other Veela simply picked their wands back up.
"Fuck me." Harry muttered — he shouldn't have been angry, but the boys knew better. This was amateur hour.
He was in agony, more tired than death, but he could at least oversee the fight, even if he couldn't get involved. "Seamus, hold left, Ron hold right — don't let them flank the wall. Sirius, keep the wall up and make some big bangs." He ordered.
Harry paused. Who was missing? "Wait, where's Dean? And Neville?"
Ron rolled his eyes as he shot a Blasting Curse around the metal wall. "Guess."
Just then, Neville and Dean ran through the ashen curtains behind Harry. Neville carried gnarled stumps — full armfuls of dead lumps of wood, while Dean had Sirius' holdall fuckbag.
They skidded to the ground next to Harry, paused for a long moment as they noted his lack of penis and then tactfully didn't mention it.
"Please tell me that's not just firewood." Harry begged.
Neville grinned proudly. "Snargaluffs." He took hold of one stump and threw it like a grenade over the wall. Through the little grates in the metal, they watched long prickly bramble-like vines fly out of the wood and knot into the blonde's hair. She screeched, but the Snargaluff was thorn-covered and brutal. When she'd finally shot the Snargaluff away, it had taken half her scalp.
Fleur finished her off with an accurate Severing Charm cast on the retreat as she dragged her mother out of the temple hall and down the steps — Apolline was bleeding heavily and out of the fight. Fleur would probably have to work full-time to keep her from bleeding out, which meant it was just the guys left.
"Merlin." Harry muttered.
"Got a whole bunch of them and they are really blood-thirsty." Neville said enthusiastically, stroking his thumb down the dead lumps of log.
"Well, throw that shit." He murmured, feeling his vision fade in and out. Maybe his power really was in his dick — or maybe he'd just lost too much blood.
"Sorry we took so long." Dean said cheerily. "Neville was desperate to take everything he could from the greenhouse — he made me take a Mimbulus thingy." He held up a small grey cactus in a pot, covered in boils rather than spines. Dean screwed up his face — the whole of Gryffindor knew the sight — and the terrible stinksap — of the plant.
"Mimbulus Mimbletonia." Neville corrected, smiling. "They weren't watering it properly."
Harry blinked blearily. "W-why are you all so happy?"
Ron cheered from the right side of wall, his arms in the air. "Lads, I had sex!"
Harry gave him a tired thumbs up. "Proud of you, mate."
The ginger boy roared as he scooped up Harry's discarded pillow-glove and caught a Transfigured dildo-dagger that Sofia had banished at him. "I'm a fucking man!" He cried.
Neville let out a high-pitched giggle as he tossed more Snargaluffs over the iron curtain. "Boys, guess what?" He jabbed his chest with his thumb proudly. "This guy made a woman cum so hard on my tongue that she said she'd fuck me dead! I almost drowned in her nectar!"
"Yes, Nev!" Seamus whooped as he chained an Avis with an Ascendio and a Banisher — the conjured flock of birds flew high, shot forward and smacked into Fleur's electrified metal cage-ceiling — they dropped dead and rained down on the Veela. A shower of dead yellow canaries.
Harry stared, impressed — the Irish boy had been paying attention in DA. If he'd just been able to chain one more spell in there, like an Incendio, it would have been magnificent instead of gross.
Sirius hit the birds with a Glacius and shrieked with laughter when the green-haired beauty slipped on a frozen canary. On the floor, she was easy pickings for him.
Only Sofia and Elodie were left.
"Good fucking shit, Seamus. Nev, proud of you, brother." Ron yelled, confident. "Dean, how'd you do?"
The black boy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I had sex but she turned out to be a racist."
"Still counts!" Sirius yelled over his shoulder, ducking down as Sofia threw a spear made of hot wax, from a bowl she'd found in her never-ending supply of sex supplies. The spear missed but his godfather yelped as he was coated in its scalding drippings.
"Yes, it does." Harry agreed, thinking of Daphne.
"I had two Irish sisters! One of them was riding my dick!" Seamus said proudly. His smile dropped. "Although, I'm pretty sure I'm related to them."
"Still counts." Harry repeated. He couldn't exactly pretend to be repulsed by incest — he'd made Narcissa do terrible things to Helena. And Fleur to Apolline. And soon Padma to Parvati…
Maybe he had a problem.
Sirius looked troubled as he glanced over at the Irish boy. "Did she ride you cowgirl or reverse cowgirl?"
"Um, cowgirl."
Harry saw the man lick his lips the way he did every time he was about to tell an awful joke. "She wouldn't do reverse, 'cos she'd never turn her back on family!"
Sirius guffawed at their groans. Princess Sofia was getting madder and madder as they ignored her, but Ron and Seamus, though not threatening, still shot enough spells to stop her and Elodie from flanking.
"How'd you do, Sirius?" Harry said, poking at the burned scar over his groin. It looked like he'd had some dodgy surgery from a back-alley in Kazakhstan. The cauterization had stopped most of the blood loss, but he was still…dripping. His balls hung but without a dick, they were like balloons three days after a party — deflated and aimless.
Sirius coughed innocently. "Just normal vanilla sex, pretty boring."
"ENOUGH!" The Princess roared. She was smoldering, her purple eyes glowing. "Do you think this is funny? Your golden boy is a eunuch!" She gestured to the chaos of the battlefield. "Do you think I am defeated? Or afraid? I have hundreds more to replace them."
"Why don't you, then?" Sirius said cockily.
Harry answered as the realization washed over him. "She doesn't want her subjects to see that she now holds what she thinks is the key to controlling their minds, their loyalty." His lips curled. "Or they might try and take it from you."
Sirius looked back and forth between them. "Your dick?"
"She thinks it's magic." He shrugged.
The old Marauder hummed. "I mean, maybe it's got an Engorgement Rune or two—"
"Silence!" Sofia snapped. She was trembling as she cycled her breath. "Elodie, fetch my guard. Tell them nothing and…keep it quiet. Any questions, just tell them that we are…entertaining."
"Yes, your Majesty."
The Princess blocked the spells they sent to try and stop the lilac-haired woman from departing. Then, the stunning woman slipped behind a column to disappear herself.
Harry and company were left alone in the temple hall. They were at the highest point of the Veela court, but there was nowhere to go — every step down took them to even more Veela. If they descended, they'd end up fighting the very Veela that Sofia tried to hide this from.
He slumped against the side of a burning sofa. "Reinforcements coming — time to take stock."
"How are you, Harry?" Neville said with concern.
"Out of the fight." He said bitterly. "Lost too much blood — can't see straight, can't aim straight."
"H-how did she, I mean—"
Harry grimaced. "I was balls deep in her and then, well, she grew teeth."
The guys winced in unison.
"Still counts?" Seamus offered.
Harry snorted. He was so fucking tired, he could barely keep his eyes open. He let his heavy eyelids, even as he spoke. "This fight is on you, boys, but I can show you the way. What have we got to work with?"
Neville smacked his lips. "I've only got one Snargaluff left and—" He held up a small cactus plant lamely. "I have a Mimbulus Mimbletonia but it doesn't do anything except smell terrible, really."
Dean patted his black holdall bag. "I've got your fuckbag, Sirius." He unzipped it and began lifting things out. "Deodorant spray. Condoms. Uh, handcuffs?" He held up a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs.
Sirius shrugged. "This beast can't be unleashed all the time."
"Packet of wet wipes."
Sirius snickered. "Didn't need them, since we brought Neville."
The pudgy boy glared. "I'm not a wet wipe, I had her begging for it."
"But did you give it to her?"
"Well, no, but Harry needed rescuing—"
"And very grateful I am too." Harry interrupted.
Dean upended the bag. "That's everything. Oh, and a Pepper-Up Potion. Harry, you want it?"
He grunted a no. Pepper-Up was a bad mix with blood loss — it made the heart beat quicker and blood circulate faster, and if you had a semi-open wound, it made it spill even quicker.
Harry evened his breath, using his Occlumency to separate his mind from the pain.
Think, Harry. This was winnable, escapable, fixable. Slay the baddies, retrieve his cock, get the hell out. Battle plans formed in his mind, over a half-century of magic knowledge utilized to create as much death and destruction as he could. But without his power, his hands trembling too much to wave his wand, could his plans be executed?
He'd have to trust his boys. "Listen, guys. This one is all on you. I need you to do exactly as I say because we're up against the clock." Harry said urgently.
"Give us the orders, boss." Ron said easily.
"Sir, yes, sir." Dean saluted.
"Right behind you, boyo." Seamus nodded seriously.
"Alright, here it is." Harry exhaled. "Dean, you're on wet wipes. Take one, put a Sticking Charm on it, take another. Start now."
"On it." Dean ripped open the packet.
"Ron, split those handcuffs in two. Those are two nice traps to cuff an ankle, with the right charm, but now you need to make them deadly. You been working on your runes?"
"Every night." Ron said.
"Good, then make them as nasty as you can — if it can be sold in the twins' shop, it's too nice. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Now, Neville—"
The boy held his arm up to interrupt him, his cheeks red. "Actually, Harry, I think I have an idea. Can I use the Pepper-Up?"
"Sure." Harry shrugged.
Neville's tongue stuck out of his mouth as he carefully uncorked the vial. "I'm not a wet wipe. I may not know much," He muttered to himself. "But I do know how to ruin a potion." He carefully excised a boil-limb from the Mimbulus plant and dropped it into the vial, which hissed violently. Then he coaxed out a thorny vine from the dead wood stump of the Snargaluff, and cut it clean off into the vial.
Harry took the recorked vial nervously. "What is it?" The orange liquid had turned green.
"No idea!" Neville enthused. "But I'm pretty sure they won't like it."
Harry turned to block Neville's view and held his wand over the vial — the boy's idea was a good one, but it needed a little extra spice. The spell he chose was something from Tom's time in the United States of all places. The Indians on the reservation liked to show off their magical fireworks — and Tom had taken particular interest in a spell that set off a new firework only when it felt the explosion of the previous. A chain of big booms meant for the night sky — the Dark Lord had eventually set up the American Indians like dominoes on the ground in order to test the spell. The resulting splatter had even disgusted Tom.
Neville needed an extra push to get nasty with his magic, Harry reckoned — all his boys did.
"Alright, good, thanks Nev." He hesitated, thinking. This had to be perfect or they'd get overrun with numbers. "Sirius, you can make a big boom with the deodorant, right?"
The tall man stroked his moustache. "Am I a Marauder or not?" He blew a raspberry. "Sticking charm on the button, Incendio inscribed on the side with a Volume Charm for some extra fire." Sirius paused. "I might be missing something."
"Get to work. Nev, Seamus, rip open every condom and pour out that potion into each one."
Harry watched from the floor, too drained to even stand. His eyes were so heavy and he kept reaching down to grab a cock that wasn't there.
"Why is everyone naked?" He slurred.
Neville flushed. "We were in a hurry to rescue you."
"Next time, get dressed." He rubbed his eyes. "Damn, Nev, you're packing."
"That's what I said." Seamus added.
Sirius giggled, his wandtip lit red as he inscribed runes. "You guys remind me of my boys, way back when. James was quite girth—"
"Oh, please, stop." Harry scrunched up his eyes. "I'm sorry! Merlin, I shouldn't have said anything."
"It's cock envy." Sirius said sagely.
Harry looked down at his crotch — all stump, no trunk. "I'd have cock envy of a sausage roll right now." He muttered. There was a loud battle cry from the bottom of the temple steps — the Princess had her guard.
"How are we looking, boys?"
Ron floated two sides of the pink fluffy handcuffs. "Handcuffs are ready." He smirked maliciously. "I've given them teeth."
"Let's not talk teeth right now." Harry winced. "Toss them over the wall — you hear a scream, follow it up with a finisher. And Ron, this time, no leg lockers or Jelly-Legs, okay?"
Ron flinched. "You got it, mate."
Dean brandished a stack of wet wipes carefully. "Wet wipes ready."
"When Ron's handcuffs bite, throw them up and banish them, hard as you can." Harry commanded. "Aim for their eyes."
Neville gently held a line of bulbous condoms that held the viscous green Pepper-Up Potion. "Condoms are ready."
Harry bit his tongue as he held out his wand out from where he lay on the ground. He couldn't do much, but he could do this. A Disillusionment Charm tapped on each condom to camouflage them almost completely, rendering them practically invisible.
The boys floated them high above their metal wall, over the temple hall, alongside the columns.
"Drop them when the wet wipes land." Harry grunted in pain, hauling himself to his feet with Neville's aid. He wanted to see this.
The noise of footfall was heavy.
"Get ready." He warned.
The gauzy curtains had long since burned away. The Veela guard marched through the columns, the moonlight shining off their golden helms, winged on either side of their head. These Veela weren't delicate sex toys but co-ordinated, fierce warriors, tall and powerful.
Through the gap in their helms, Harry could see the coldness in their eyes. They wore light armor, chainmail and leather skirts, built for speed.
"Wait for it…" Harry paused. "Now, Sirius!"
Sirius throw his deodorant over the wall and it landed like a missile between them. It span, spraying the tiniest orange heat, enough to light a match and nothing more. The warriors looked down at it in bemusement.
"Fuck." He and Sirius echoed at the same time. Sirius glanced back at him, confused. "Did I fuck up the Volume Charm?"
Harry's stomach twisted. The deodorant just didn't contain enough in it to create any real fire. And without fire, this plan didn't work. He hobbled to the wall, holding his stomach — it felt like he was about to throw up his organs. He had to fix this.
The guard marched forward. Ron rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for the telltale scream.
"Aaargh!" One.
"F-f-fuu—" Two. Ron hadn't been lying — Harry saw two Veela hobble behind their sisters, leaving a dismembered ankle behind, wrapped in a pink fluffy cuff.
Harry summoned all his strength and reached over the wall to cast an Imperius Curse, praying to anyone that would hear him that he'd hit an impressionable target.
Burn. Fire. Fire.
Dean hit his cue, rearing up to throw his stack of wet wipes into the air like a basketball and then slashing his wand down in the most unconventional Depulso Harry had ever seen. It didn't matter — forceful intent covered up for sloppy wandwork. The wet wipes shot towards the Veela and splatted against their helms. The Sticking Charms worked — they were blinded, if only for a moment.
Seamus and Neville landed their Finite's on the floating condoms. The acid Pepper-Up potions dropped onto the guard and popped like balloons.
The liquid squirted onto the Veela and formed thick, stinking, darkgreen boils — bulging tumors on the skin, on the face, that hissed with acid steam. The women shrieked in pain, the room thick with the stench of rancid manure.
But still they stood.
Harry's Imperius'd target struggled, but she could only fight back against one mind — and Harry's head held three. Tom and Mei didn't want to help, but their chaotic thoughts and anger still swarmed his target.
Burn. Fire. Fire.
The Veela held her hands up and let forth the balls of fire.
Harry didn't know what would happen when fire met the green concoction. He didn't know if he needed a spark or a raging torrent. The lick of flame hit the acid green that covered each soldier and…
Swoosh! The air was sucked out of the room. A vacuum, but no explosion. A strange, eerie silence.
And then an odd crooning noise, the noise the Mimbulus made. A popping, like corn kernels in the microwave.
Neville retched behind him. For every pop was a boil bulging and exploding, but it left a crater behind. A crater of wet flesh.
Harry watched, sickened but unable to look away, as the opera playing a symphony of popping death, drowning out the sounds of his friends vomiting. Boil after boil, body after body. When it was finally done, the Veela guard looked like the surface of the moon.
Behind them, the stunned Princess, unable to take a single step. She had only Elodie for protection.
"No, no, no…" Neville cried. He fell to his knees, rocking back and forth. "It was just meant to give them boils and smell!" He choked.
"Beautiful." Tom admired. "The boy has talent."
Harry took Neville's shoulder firmly. "You didn't mean to. I did this, Nev. This is all on me." He felt guilty…but not enough to tell the truth of what he'd done to Nev's potion. Neville needed this if he was going to stand by Harry's side, survive the war.
The boy looked at him with tearful eyes. "But you didn't." He clutched at himself. "I…I wanted to be the hero."
Somehow, Neville's weakness gave Harry strength. It was like the roles had been restored. He stood and stepped around the wall — the Princess didn't even have the strength to fight, her eyes locked on her fallen sisters, who jerked and twitched morbidly to the sound of little popping.
Harry summoned his cock from her hand. Her adviser Elodie stood behind her, but she didn't raise her wand.
Only then did she meet his gaze, her mouth trying to form words.
"It didn't need to be this way." He told her quietly.
"I h-have more, down there. Veela, hundreds." She threatened.
"Call them, then." Harry said, but his hand knocked away her wand and then tightened around her throat. He held his floppy penis in front of her eyes and smirked. "I have my power back, right?"
She closed her eyes in defeat and only opened them when she felt his fingers trail down her neck. "Are you going to rape me? Make me like your whores?" She said defiantly, gesturing with her head to the temple's side, where Fleur was tending to Apolline's wounds.
"I—"
Neville scoffed from behind him. "As if Harry would ever do something like that." The boy burned with indignation.
"You don't know our Harry, Frenchie." Sirius crossed his arms.
Harry grimaced. It wasn't as if the thought hadn't crossed his mind…she'd bit his cock off, tried to kill him, his women. Didn't she deserve retribution?
"When the weak attack the strong, it is only natural to destroy them, to tear them to pieces." Tom coaxed.
Mei flashed in his mind, her face sickly. "You're always looking for justification to do precisely what you want."
If he took the Princess, he could take the Veela. With the Veela, he could take on Voldemort. He could protect his loved ones. Hogwarts. Dumbledore. The Wizarding World.
But behind him, fighting with him, fighting for him when he couldn't fight himself, stood those that believed he was better than that.
Ron. Seamus. Dean. Neville. Sirius.
He wanted to be better.
"Then kill her." Tom spat. "An enemy shown mercy is an enemy left to grow!"
That was true enough. And yet…killing the Princess would aid the Dark Lord. Killing her would splinter the Court — some would stay, some would flee, some would fight for the right to rule. Each group would be easy for Voldemort to recruit or kill.
The Princess had a revenge coming to her, but not while she still stood as the single unifying presence of her people.
That didn't mean he couldn't get something for his troubles. He gripped her chin tightly, watching her skin pale.
"Elutheratan's record. Everything he left behind, all that you know of him." Harry said simply. The light of her eyes reflected the green of his wand.
"W-we don't have—"
His wand sizzled. The Killing Curse slipped from his lips to his wand and fired…over Elodie's shoulder. She flinched.
"Do you want to lose more sisters this day?" He said coldly.
It was Elodie that answered when Sofia didn't. "I-it's buried in the stone pedestal. His diary, what's left of it." She said quickly.
"Ron."
"On it."
Harry stepped past the two women without care, for he could trust his boys to have his back. To the hall's edge. He looked out over the court of Veela. The groves of trees, the pools, the huts and homes, the stables and the armory, the training ground and the gardens. And, in the corner of the fort, a stone pavilion.
A tomb that wasn't, for the Queen that wouldn't die. The Queen that had made him an offer in the past. Harry had fucked up his first bite at the apple but he had another.
The Veela would fall, one way or the other. Harry clenched his fist.
Sofia would beg for his forgiveness in the end.
Leaving her behind felt like a loss, especially when he held his limp cock in one hand, bloodied and beaten. His tongue tasted bitter.
The Princess called out as they descended the temple. "I won't stop!" Her voice bounced off the columns, echoing. "I won't ever stop!"
Sirius grumbled. "Crazy bitch."
"I know what you are!" She cried, her voice splitting the night air. "Would you let your people be subjugated?"
Yes.
Harry had. His Hermione waited for him even now. The choices he'd made, pretending that his love and their happiness was an adequate recompense to take away their freedom.
It was a choice he'd make for the Veela, too, if he had to, to make this all worth it, to make the sacrifice of his girls worth it. This could only be forgiven if he killed the Dark Lord.
I'll be back. He promised himself.
Whether it was a week or a year, he'd be back for the Veela, back for the Princess — to break the malicious whore. He was willing to bet, he thought with a guilty stab of glee, she didn't have a charm for Anus Dentata.
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Princess Sofia did not rest. She did not rest while they revived the survivors of their failed mission. Estelle still lived and, to her relief, Celeste too. She didn't want to think of life without her only friend.
Celine lived, too, though she'd never be quite the same. Her blonde hair was attached to a scalp that wasn't. Sofia would have thrown up at the sight, if her stomach wasn't empty.
Empty was all she was, now, but for grief and rage and regret.
She did not rest even when she had retreated to her private quarters, nor when Celeste tried to make her relax with her fingers and her tongue.
The green-haired girl gave her a bitter smile. "Not the same as him, is it?"
Sofia squirmed her thighs. She had him for but a minute, but still…
"His cock is not the source of his magic, then." She murmured.
Celeste snorted. "Felt magical to me."
"What are we missing?" She rubbed her face, feeling the puffy skin and the dried tear trails.
"We can fix this." Her friend told her. "We'll send gifts, tributes. He needs us. Nothing has changed."
Sofia ran a finger down her pussy — even now, it gaped, desperate for his cock once more. She had to have him. To be so close and have it snatched away…
No.
"Everything has changed." She said slowly. "I don't just want his power, anymore. I want him, at my feet, in my bed, his cock the throne I sit on."
Celeste's lips twisted. "It is too risky — whatever it is that he does, he'll have you kneeling before him." The girl flushed. "Even I am worried he has tainted me after just one fuck. I can't stop thinking about him."
"Nor I." She assured, reaching out to caress her friend's cheeks. "Do not worry, friend. We shall have him."
"What will you do?" Celeste said, worried.
"Nothing." The Princess said, the smallest twinge of a smile finding her face. "We will wait. The war he fights with the Dark Lord will present opportunities. When he least expects it, when he's at his lowest, he will find us…waiting."
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Harry could not take his dismembered cock to St Mungo's. Fleur was busy tending to Apolline's injuries — she'd caught a cursed dagger to the chest, but she'd heal up fine. Naked and bloody and exhausted, he couldn't be bothered to sneak around Hogwarts, so he went to find comfort and a healing hand in Narcissa.
But Malfoy Manor was quiet, empty. In the drawing room, the rug was pulled aside, the trap door revealed. On each step, a rose petal.
Narcissa was expecting him. Harry grimaced — it was the one night he wasn't in the mood for her fun and games.
He lurched down the steps unsteadily, growing worried by the sounds that escaped from the cellar. Screams and laughter.
Through the creepy cellar, the back wall was half-swivelled open. A leather padded door.
He opened it and stared.
A luxurious red-shaded sex dungeon, an elegant mixture of leather and mahogany. And inside, Daphne, tied up like a hog, her feet pressed to her back, ankles tied to her neck and her upper arms. She swung from a rope hanging from the metal grid above.
It was an uncomfortable reminder of the dungeon he'd just escaped.
"Merlin." Harry muttered under his breath — Daphne's cunt dripped around the pink plastic toy shoved in her pussy, while Narcissa worked a dildo into her ass roughly. On the other side, Daphne's tits bulged from tight binding ropes, her nipples clamped and chained — a blue electric spark danced across the chain between her nipples.
Helena, of all people, stood on a bench, thrusting her strap-on into Daphne's dribbling mouth. "Never disobey Harry again!" She said as she thrust, holding Daphne's long tresses in one hand.
"She's cumming again." Cissy sighed as Daphne shuddered and quivered, bug-eyed.
"No wonder Harry couldn't discipline her." Helena sighed.
"Girls." Harry interrupted.
The two Malfoys squealed.
"Master, we wanted to wait for you—" Narcissa cut off as she saw the sight of him. "Oh, Merlin, what happened?!"
"Harry!" Helena cried, rushing to him.
"Gonna need some surgery." He grimaced, showing her his cock. "You used to fix up Lucius, didn't you? Pretty sure you can fix it, right?"
"Y-yes, I think so." Narcissa swallowed a lump in her throat. "Oh, Merlin, I should have been there. I just wanted to discipline Daphne for you and then I thought you'd enjoy the new playroom I made for you and-and then—"
"It's okay, sweetheart." He kissed her forehead. "But I don't want to see a sex dungeon for a while. Send Daphne back to Hogwarts and give me some of your tender care?"
Narcissa had tears in her eyes as she patted him down. "Of course! B-but what happened?"
"The Veela Princess. I bit off more than I could chew." Harry gave her a dry smile and held up his cock. "…turns out, so did she."
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