Aggressive Love - V1.2.
Chapter Four.
Little Hangleton, Cemetery, June 24, 1995:
Harry couldn't believe his luck. He had hoped that this year would be different to the rest of his years at Hogwarts. His summer was the best yet at the Dursleys, as he threatened his family with his godfather, Sirius Black, saying that he was a mass murderer and if he said the word, he would kill them if Harry wanted. So being able to move about much easier, and spending time with his cousin Holly and learning magic with her. He even used Sirius's name to allow him to go to the Quidditch World Cup and allow him to stay at the Weasleys.
The only mishap during the summer was after the Quidditch World Cup, where Voldemort's former followers made trouble because of them being drunk.
When he got to Hogwarts, they learned about the Triwizard Tournament, a tournament that only those who were seventeen and over could enter. As whoever was chosen to partake in the tournament would have to take part in dangerous tasks that only those in their seventh year could pass. Harry thought he was safe, that he wouldn't have to worry about three-headed dogs, a possessed professor, a huge deadly snake, or dealing with soul-sucking demons. For once he would have a normal year at long last.
But that wasn't the case though, as on Halloween like the last few years, things went to hell. Harry thought that he should have known better, that Halloween would be his worst time of year. It was for the last three years, so why wouldn't it be this year. Somehow his name came out of the Goblet of Fire, a magical cup to pick those who would partake in the Triwizard Tournament, forcing him to participate in a deadly tournament against his will.
People began to call him a cheat and a liar, something he was used to seeing how no one believed him in his second year when he tried to defend himself when students were being attacked. This time, they didn't believe him that he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire, even though there were older and more skilled students who tried to do the same and failed. The Weasley twins were two of the known students, who were more skilled than him and they couldn't pass the Age Ward that Dumbledore of all people put up.
It was sad, but one of these people who didn't believe him and thought he was a cheat was his male best friend, Ron Weasley.
He was participating against three other students, who were more skilled and older than him, Fleur Delacour, who was from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, a France school. Viktor Krum, who was from Durmstrang Institute, a Scandinavia school. And lastly, Cedric Diggory, who was the Hogwarts Champion for the Tournament. All distrusted Harry and thought he cheated somehow to get into the Tournament, and so had to deal with them hating him.
One person that he had hoped would believe him but didn't was his male best friend Ron. He believed the rumours about him, even though he knew that Harry wanted nothing more than a normal year. As Hermione put it, he was jealous, Harry was already famous and his twin brothers were popular, whilst he was only the sidekick of Harry's, whilst Hermione was the smartest witch in school. Ron hated that he was in the shadows once again.
Whilst Harry could understand this, this was a breaking point for the Boy-Who-Lived. Starting off with his second year when Ron learned that his best friend was a Parseltongue during his second year, a so-called Dark Art skill. Ron limited his time around Harry, as although he didn't say it out loud, Harry knew that his friend thought he was behind the attacks until Hermione was attacked. As Ron knew that his friend would hurt her. Then over the last year, whilst still friends, apart from what happened during the second year, which Harry forgive but did not forget, they were slowly drifting apart as Harry wanted to do different lessons and work more in school so that he could get a good job when he left Hogwarts.
This was the last straw for Harry, as the old Muggle saying went, 'fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me.' How could he trust Ron when Ron already showed that he would believe something that wasn't true about him once before and done it again two years later? What was stopping Ron from doing the same thing again later on in life, deciding that Harry was in the wrong or things got too much for Ron or follow everyone else's lead and decided to leave? No, he couldn't risk having such a friend, not when he had someone like Voldemort after him. He needed people he could trust, those who wouldn't leave when things got too much, someone like Hermione. She stayed with him no matter what and that was something Harry was thankful for.
It didn't help that that a reporter from the Daily Prophet, didn't make things much easier for him. The reporter was Rita Skeeter, she was the type of reporter who loved to spread lies and rumours and call it real news. She had a field day with him.
Either way, over the next year Harry was forced to deal with three tasks, the first task was to outfly a dragon, a damn fucking dragon, and not any normal dragon, but a mothering fucking dragon who was looking after her eggs, to get a golden egg. After that, he was forced to partake in a school dance as he was a Hogwarts Champion for the Tournament, so had to open the dance with the other Champions.
Thankfully though, he asked Hermione to the dance, as he had a crush on her and thought this was an ideal time to ask her out, thankful she said yes to this. But this ended Ron's and Hermione's friendship though. Hermione was holding out hope that he and Ron would once again make up and be friends again at some point, but the problem was once again Ron's jealousy.
He hated that Harry was taking Hermione to the ball as his date. Ron made a scene where he said that Hermione was his, that she should be his and not Harry's, that Harry and his brothers got everything that he got nothing, even though Ron never worked to get anything in the first place, but thought that life should give him things for free. This was enough for Hermione, she didn't like that Ron was treating her as an object that he owned and had a say in. After the scene, Hermione told Ron that she didn't want a thing with him.
Since then, Harry and Hermione had nothing to do with the red-head. But they did have a few problems with Skeeter, who lied about their relationship and called Hermione a gold digger. It didn't help that one of the so-called interviews was from Ron who was hitting back at them through the reporter.
Then Harry had to deal with the second task, he had to swim deep below the Black Lake to rescue something that was important to him. Or in this case, someone. But the problem was that the person who was at the bottom of the like wasn't who he thought it was, Hermione, but his former best friend Ron. If it wasn't for being friends with the twins, Harry might have thought about forfeiting that task and left him behind, as he knew that the Headmaster wouldn't leave anyone behind.
Harry suspected that the Headmaster was trying to get Harry back with his friend, as the old fool believes in giving second chances after second chances to people, even if those people don't deserve the chances. Either way, whatever the reason for Ron being down in the lake, Harry left Ron alone once the task was over.
Whilst he was down there, he also rescued Fleur Delacour's sister, Gabrielle. Not because that Harry and Fleur were friends, but because of the rumour he heard about Veela and Merpeople, the two had an old feud going and Gabrielle's life could have been in danger if she was left there if her sister couldn't get to her. Which she couldn't, as she was having problems with some magical fish, so Harry decided to rescue the young girl.
Up to this point, other than people turning on him once again, nothing too bad happened and Harry believed that he could win this without much of a problem. The only problem that Harry had with the tasks was the dragon, the lake was easy enough once he learned about the plant to breathe underwater. But Harry should have known that things weren't that easy when it came to him, all things began during the third task.
At the start of the day with the third task, things were as normal, the only difference was the last class, History, where his Head of House, McGonagall, informed him that his family was there to see him before the third task. He had to wonder who it could have been, as other than Holly, none of the Dursleys would come here and they wouldn't even think about having Holly coming here.
But in fact, it was none other than Mrs. Weasley and her eldest son William, and as he wanted to be called Bill. The twins informed them that Harry would have no one there, no family or friendly face there and asked if they were willing to come. Mrs. Weasley admitted she would love to come, as not only did she want to be there for Harry, but she wanted to apologize for Ron and his actions towards him and Hermione. She wanted to apologize for her actions towards Hermione, seeing how for a while she believed the reports and her son, but the twins set her straight.
As for Bill, he was at home and hearing that his mother was coming to Hogwarts, he came with her as he wanted to visit Hogwarts again himself.
Then later on that day, the final task started, where Harry and the other champions had to stumble through a deadly maze. It was strange, as his way through the maze, Harry found that he didn't come across any traps or magical creatures that were meant to be in there. Instead, he had to save Delacour from Krum's use of the torture curse. Then going on to help Diggory with an Acromantula that very nearly made a meal out of him. It ended up being for nought as they decided to take the cup together and make it a true Hogwarts victory.
Unfortunately, the cup turned out to be a Portkey, a clever trap, that teleported them to an unknown graveyard. They didn't even have time to get their bearings when a high pitched voice spoke up from the fog, "Kill the spare." And Cedric was struck by the green light of an Avada Kedavra, snuffing out his life before he'd even hit the ground.
Harry was knocked unconscious before he could even comprehend what had just happened right before his eyes. All of it had been because of Voldemort. A convoluted plot to kidnap him for some nefarious purpose.
When he came to, he found himself against a gravestone, unable to move because of some sort of strange magic keeping him there. Harry tried to struggle against this magic, trying to fight it. But he was too tired from the third task to put up any real fight. Moments later he saw a small blonde man walking through the graveyard.
Harry couldn't see the man well enough to make out who it was, but the man stopped and stood over the largest cauldron Harry had ever seen. Upon the man getting to the cauldron, he bent slowly down, from the shadows, Harry could tell the man was holding some kind of parcel and was trying not to drop what he was holding. The man bent down to light the fire for the cauldron. Upon the fire being lit, the flames revealed who the man, who Harry recognized as Peter Pettigrew, or as his friends used to call him, Wormtail. The very same man who had betrayed his parents to the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.
Pettigrew stared at Harry for a moment or two, as if he was sorry for what he was about to do before he turned to focus on the cauldron. He unwrapped the parcel next to the cauldron and fidgeted with the contents. Harry couldn't see it all, but he saw that it contained a clay creature, possibly no bigger than a foot or two. It didn't look human, but it certainly was more humanoid than anything else he could think of. A tiny hand clutched a silver tiara with a smattering of blue gemstones on the front. Wormtail then placed down next to the cauldron, something that looked like a small white bone of some kind, a runic knife, a plain goblet and a few other ingredients that Harry couldn't recognize.
In the beginning, Pettigrew summoned some water into the cauldron and allowed it to come to boil, once it came to the boil he threw in the ingredients apart for the bone. Instead, he waited for the water to become a bubbling pinkish liquid, where he picked up the bone and said, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son." At this, the blonde grabbed the bone and threw it into the boiling cauldron, where the bone seemed to absorb into the liquid without anything changing.
Pettigrew then picked up the runic knife from his robes and hesitating briefly held his left hand over the boiling liquid with a knife to his wrist, "Flesh of the servant willingly given!" Pettigrew said after taking one deep breath, cut off his own left hand so it fell into the cauldron below. "Y-You w-w-will revive your master!"
Harry hoped against hope that Peter Pettigrew would bleed out before he could do anymore, but it was not to be as he held the stump where his hand was severed tight against his body as he cleaned the knife. Pettigrew then grabbed the goblet and began making his way to Harry. Harry begins shaking his head and muttering in denial of what's to come as Wormtail begins to approach him.
He begins shaking his head, "No Pettigrew! Don't do this!" He shouts as Wormtail draws ever closer to his bound form while holding the knife.
"I-I'm sorry Harry. I have to. For m-my master you understand?" He beseeched. "B-blood of the e-enemy… forcibly t-t-taken… you will resurrect your foe." Wormtail finishes as he slashes the knife across Harry's wrist, sending a burning jolt of pain through Harry's arm, easily separating the flesh to allow his blood to flow into a vial that Wormtail holds up to collect.
But the magic kept him bound in place, he couldn't even scream to attempt some relief. Wormtail dropped the knife to the ground below and held the goblet under the flowing blood. After a few moments, he seemed satisfied and returned to the cauldron, adding the blood to the mixture. As soon as the thick, red liquid joined the contents, the cauldron stopped bubbling and became incredibly calm.
Pettigrew picked up the hideously deformed creature, which somehow managed to keep a grip on the silver tiara, and dropped it into the cauldron. As soon as the monster impacted on the liquid, Harry's head exploded.
He'd never felt quite as much pain from his lightning bolt scar before, and the pain in his scar made him acutely aware that it was Voldemort in that cauldron. It immediately overwhelmed the pain in his still bleeding wrist, and it was enough to blind him for a few moments. And once his vision returned he could still see spots. He felt like he should be gasping for air, but the spell on him barely let him breathe as was. He was starting to feel a little bit faint and he concentrated on staying focused on everything that was going on around him in the graveyard.
Now if things went as planned, a very male Voldemort would rise from the cauldron, which would allow the story we all knew about to unfold. But what no one in the graveyard knew was that another presence was awaiting this with eager anticipation. A presence that would change the very fate of the world, and give us a brand new story.
For years the blood sacrifice had been trying to seek a way to break the binding on its host, so it can fulfil its purpose. It wanted nothing more than to make Harry complete as his mother desired. But it had been denied.
For years it had been storing up power in an attempt to shatter the restraints. But over the years, it had to use that power to help or protect Harry in one way or another. Meaning that it had to restart storing up more power to try and break the seal. It knew that eventually it would have been powerful enough to do so, but until it stored enough power it had to store power and wait. That was until now, now it had the opportunity of a lifetime.
Ever since Harry had encountered a Voldemort who possessed Professor Quirrell, his first Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, in his first year, it had plotted. It had to destroy the body that the Dark Lord was inhabiting, as that was its only option at the time. And while it didn't have a true intelligence, it had memories of two souls and access to their memories, so it could think and plan to a limited degree, like it did in the past.
It was a part of what made the blood protection special, its ability to be proactive and work out solutions on its own so long as it benefitted Harry. Part of its simplicity was that it would usually take the path of least resistance. Like when it defeated a killing curse with a method no one had thought of before. Why bother trying to stop it when it could simply change its direction? That was proof, if there ever was, that people made things unnecessarily complicated when they didn't have to.
And after encountering another piece of the Dark Lord's soul in the form of a diary that was possessing a student and opening the chamber of secrets, the protection matched it to the piece left behind that tried to attach itself to Harry on the night the Dark Lord first tried to kill him.
It still had that soul piece, and the blood protection would use the connection to Harry's advantage.
It knew that this person was powerful, clever, and persistent. This enemy seemed determined to come after its host over and over again, until Harry was dead, and the blood protection simply wouldn't allow it.
But just like when it stopped the killing curse, it didn't have to use brute force. Is it not better to turn one's enemy into an ally after all? To make their strength, knowledge, and power yours? So that you could use it for your own gain, instead of theirs.
And it had just been served up the perfect chance on a silver platter. It had wondered how it would use the connection to keep Harry safe from this person.
Now this Dark Lord was going to take Harry's blood to use in his resurrection, in a blatant attempt to overcome the blood sacrifice his mother left him with.
The Dark Lord was inviting the sacrifice into his new body.
Where it would be able to change Voldemort from the inside.
In his desire to circumvent the protection of the child who he believed to be the subject of a prophecy that concerned them both; he only ended up subverting himself and solidifying his subjugation to Harry.
Voldemort wouldn't remain a 'he' for long though. No, this Dark Lord was fast approaching her new beginning as a Dark Lady.
One of the protection's primary purposes was to alter Harry. To make it so that his body, and his very magical aura, would permeate, and enthral all those who came into contact with the young black-haired, emerald-eyed young man. Based on Harry's human biology, however, would limit this effect to those who would be imprinted by his pheromones. Essentially only those of the female variety.
And now that Wormtail was using the very same blood that came directly from Harry's veins, pouring it into the cauldron to complete the Resurrection Ritual, it could change Voldemort on a fundamental level from the ground up. All for the sake of its charge.
Almost just as important is that now it won't have to keep building up strength to break the binds. Now it has access to a vast magical reservoir, in the form of Lord Voldemort, that it can pull from to do so. And so it did, with contemptuous ease, finally free itself to fulfil its purpose after almost thirteen years.
It was the work of a moment to change Harry's very DNA forever.
While this happened the cauldron roiled over, spitting and hissing liquid, as a new body was grown. Eventually, it completed with a blinding explosion, and when the haze cleared everyone in the graveyard were gobsmacked.
None more so than the Dark Lord, now turned Dark Lady.
Confusion was the most prominent thought in her mind at the moment. Thoughts of 'What the hell!?' and 'How did this happen!?' were rampant as she ran her hands up and down her new curvaceous features.
During her self-examination, Harry couldn't look away as he got an eyeful. Both because he'd never seen the female form naked before, as much as seeing what he assumed was a botched ritual. Harry's eyes drank her in all the same as his brain tried to form coherent thoughts.
Voldemort looked nothing like a seventy odd-year-old person that Harry suspected to see, but a woman in her twenties. She had pale, milk-white, flawless skin from head to toe. Long legs that seemed to go on and on, eventually ended with toned thighs connecting to wide hips.
Blushing, Harry couldn't help but pause and stare at the naked slit of a woman's sex. From his distance he could just make out the pink, slightly puffy, lips of her pussy and if he really squinted he could swear they were practically glistening.
His eyes continued to feast on the new body of Voldemort as she dragged her hands further up past her hips, gliding over her smooth stomach, and cupping her wonderfully proportioned breasts capped with darkish pink nipples that stood out, both from the contrast with her skin, and from the chill air of the graveyard.
She involuntarily gasped at her own sensitivity when her fingers brushed over herself in the exploration of her new body. And already she was slightly perturbed at how she was so quickly becoming comfortable in this new skin and how right it felt.
Harry continued to examine the person across from him. He took in her model like features that appeared almost too perfect. She was an amazon in height - definitely several inches taller than Harry - with the toned physique. Her face was truly a thing of beauty, with high cheekbones, full pink lips, a small cute nose, and red shaped eyes that were seductive blood red. All this was capped off with long strands of straight, luscious midnight black hair that felt like a curtain of silk down her back. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift down her curvaceous, hourglass figure and soaking in every detail of her round, perfectly sculpted arse. It put all the arses in Hogwarts to shame!
The silence of the moment was broken by Harry oddly enough, when he let slip a soft, quiet, "Beautiful."
It would be sometime before Voldemort understood why her body reacted to the young black-haired man's voice in such a way.
For now, however, it broke her out of her reverie, before she began to play with her new body more than she already doing so. Her face twisted into a snarl that surprisingly did nothing to diminish her beauty, and she spoke for the first time in a melodious voice that she no doubt hoped would have sounded more menacing. "Wormtail! Robe me." She commanded. That one single word stung Harry's scar as well. For a moment, he thought she felt it too, as her gaze shifted over to the statue he was bound against.
"At once mistress!" He said as he finally broke out of his shock, but slipped up in his address of his master.
"It's Master!" She reprimanded as she backhanded Pettigrew, and proceeded to clothe herself in robes that were now too big for her. Wormtail then offered her wand from in his robes. She took it in a slow motion, as if she was getting used to having functional arms.
After getting used to having her own working arms again, the former man transfigured her robes to fit her new frame. Now she didn't know why, but she transfigured the robes into a very form-fitting black dress with jaw-dropping cleavage. She had a black cape over her shoulders, but had red timmings like her dress, and was red on the inside of the cape. Around her neck, shoulder and running down her cleavage, she had on a lace collar.
"What did you do, Wormtail?" She says in a low, dangerous tone, once she was fully dressed. Trying to figure out what misstep led to her current development.
"I-I-I did the ritual. I followed your instructions to the letter!" Wormtail whined in mercy, as he fell to his knees and kissed the hem of her dress and still bare feet a little too fervently.
"I highly doubt that, if this is the outcome." Voldemort responded, before she kicked him away, repulsed by him. "Disgusting." She says. "Oh well. Just something I'll have to fix later. No reason to let it ruin my night. Arm Wormtail." She commands, holding out her hand to him.
"Master, please," Wormtail begged once more, again holding up his stumped hand.
"What do you expect me to do with that?" She asked, sounding very annoyed at the rat Animagus.
"You promised…" Wormtail said.
"That I would heal any injury you sustained, yes." the now female Voldemort admitted, "You, however, did not need to cut off your entire hand. The truth was all you needed was your smallest finger, it would have been more than sufficient. I do not reward stupidity, Wormtail. You even removed part of your Mark. The summoning charm on it will not function now." The truth was that, if she could summon her Death Eaters she would have done so without a moment's thought, as it showed she was a forgiving and merciful Master. But now though, she couldn't summon them, and show her men that what happened all those years was a fluke, and that she was now able to touch Harry Potter, and able to beat him in a duel.
She turned her attention away from Wormtail, her eyes lingering on Harry and thought, 'Maybe that's not a bad thing.' Lady Voldemort couldn't understand it, sure he might be a female now, but she wasn't long ago a male. So why was she/he having lustful thoughts to a boy who was old enough to be her grandson. Did the damn rat Animagus do something else wrong to the ritual other than turning him into a female? So that she would be having these lustful thoughts about the boy.
"Master," Womrtail begged. She flicked her wand at him, without turning her gaze to him, and stepped toward Harry. Harry watched as Wormtail flew backwards toward the gravestones, and he immediately smelled charred flesh. Voldemort had obviously thought the best way to fix Wormtail's wound had been to solder it shut. Peter Pettigrew shrieked in pain as he landed on the relatively soft ground. Not that Harry felt sorry for the man, not after everything he had done to the Potters, and killing Cedric, Harry felt that this was just the tip of what the man got coming to him.
Voldemort didn't say anything to Harry, perhaps knowing that he couldn't respond because of the body bind.
Instead she walked up to the young boy and reached up and brushed the back of one of her knuckles against his shin, which was bleeding from a cut he'd suffered in the maze that had ripped clean through his jeans. The contact caused his scar to throb, but it wasn't painful, merely uncomfortable, like a day-long headache pulsating directly beneath his scar. He noticed that the wound on his leg closed as she did.
She also reached her out towards his lightning bolt scar to gently caress it, almost lovingly so. While she is so close to him, the Dark Lady didn't realize what was happening on a deeper level. Every deep breath she took, more of his essence that she took into herself.
The pupils of her hypnotic red eyes dilate as her breathing steadily becomes panting. Her heart rate skyrocketed, and a strange warmth she doesn't understand pools in her lower abdomen. It felt like some kind of golden snitch is fluttering around inside her stomach, as fluid nectar starts to flow down her legs, and it takes all that she has to keep from ravishing this handsome man in front of her. To keep from plundering his mouth with her tongue while she toys with his helpless body.
If she had her men there, or Wormtail was still conscious, she might have slammed down on her Occlumency to try and stop herself from doing anything more. So that she wouldn't allow them to see her in all her new body's splendour, coupling with this perfect, wonderful man.
She had seen Harry's potential before, back at the end of his first year when she was still a male, and considered the young Potter a threat. And he had only grown since. 'And how he has grown.' she thought to herself when she catches a glance at a bulge in his jeans, and subconsciously licks her full lips.
But she was alone, and Pettigrew was unconscious, and so nothing was stopping her from doing what she wanted. As more time passed, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it didn't matter if she was a woman now. The only thing that really mattered was power, and by that definition gender was irrelevant, she internally justifies herself. Well the only thing that mattered was power… and now Harry.
How could he not be more important now, when he has been such a prominent feature in her life? She knew he was a threat even at the ripe old age of one! He was so important to her very being that she went to Godric's Hollow to deal with him herself. She hadn't had to do anything herself in a long while before then, but he was important enough to warrant a personal touch, even then.
She couldn't believe she had been so stupid at the time! Well it was just like her to destroy first, let the minions sort out the bodies after. The reborn Dark Lady was ecstatic that she hadn't succeeded in hindsight. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought about trying to convert him to her side when he was old enough first.
Well she wasn't a woman at the time. It would seem that becoming a woman allowed her to think more clearly, to realize that the young man in front of her could be a great ally if she could convert him to her side. Well the past was the past now, and Potter had all grown up now, so it all worked out as far as she was concerned. As she was thinking about this, her hand was running along the young man's face, and down his neck, as he was trying to fight to get free.
These thoughts would have been more than a little strange to her before the Resurrection Ritual. What she didn't realize was that because of Lily Potter's blood protection, the protection had a direct connection to her soul thanks to the shard it held onto for all these years. This connection allowed it to change and manipulate her very essence, into someone who will desire and covet Harry in such a way that he would now be able to depend on her. An incredibly powerful, and resourceful individual whose abilities make her uniquely suited to serving and protecting one Harry Potter.
The, now Dark Lady, had planned to entice him to her side at this moment since the initial plan to trap him in the Triwizard Tournament. Mostly because even then she saw his potential and wanted him on her side. Not only as a moral boost, but also to rub it in Dumbledore's face. Before, however, she would have been selfish and thought nothing of disposing of Harry if he refused her offer to join her. But now she can't even fathom killing her Harry.
Especially since he was nice enough to participate in her rebirth. They shared the same blood and were practically family now. Tied closer together than any other husband and wife.
That last thought filled her with such happiness that she couldn't help but rush to get through this song and dance where he refuses, they duel, he loses of course, and she claims him as her prize.
"As you can see, I can touch him now without being burned." At least not painfully she internally gloated to herself, as a pleasant warmth suffused her entire being just by proximity to the raven haired teen, as she ran her hand over Harry's chest over his shirt.
She smiled at the young man as she did so, the smile showed no teeth, merely the corners of her mouth pressed upward and displayed one dimple on her right cheek. It lasted for a few moments before her face once again became passive. She let him down from the statue, standing him in front of her, and a relaxed part of the body binds around his so, so he could move it and talk. His breathing immediately accelerated, making up for the lost oxygen.
"You…" he gasped after a few moments. She ignored him, raising up the arm that Wormtail had cut and examined it. She ran her thumb over the cut, holding her wand in the same hand as she did, and as the cut closed. She looked at the man in question and sneered, if she didn't need him at the moment, she would have killed the man for harming what she was considering hers.
"That imbecile would have let you bleed out," she scoffed, trying all her might not to kill the rat. "Apparently I only warrant the incompetent Marauder." Harry clenched his teeth. He did not like that she knew his familial legacy.
"Don't you dare." he said. But she ignored him, instead examining his scar. She was a few inches taller than he was, and her chest pressed against his as she examined him. Her breasts pushed against his chest, making it hard to make him think as his hormones were all over the place. He desperately wanted to run away from her. But that just caused him to breathe harder. And then he noticed the stench.
Then before he could say or do anything, she cut his shirt off him and ran her hand over his bare muscular chest. As she did, she ran her hand lower down his chest until her hand went under his black sports tights. Harry tried to fight harder at this, he didn't want this, and wanted to get free. For Voldemort, she couldn't believe she was doing this, but she wanted to convince Harry to join her, to be hers, and the first thought was this, to fuck him.
Harry couldn't believe what was happening. A female version of Voldemort was playing with his cock, making it hard. Harry was trying to fight the spell that was on him so he could become free, but it wasn't doing much to help. Voldemort removed her hands from his pants and slowly kissed down his body, before she ran her hands up his chest slowly bringing her nails back down pulling Harry's pants and sports tights down as his hard cock flopped out.
The Dark Lady was amazed by Harry's size, for a fourteen year old who still had time to grow. It was seven inches long, and was thick. She was happy to hear that he was already hard, so she took her soft and gentle hand, rubbing it up and down slowly as her mouth was ready for it.
Harry wanted nothing more to stop this, as he didn't want his first time like this, to be with this man… no, woman. Whilst his mind was shouting out no, and wanting to stop this, his body had other ideas. Not only did his cock want this, but his felt his hands fighting to get free, not so that he could summon his wand, but so that they could put themselves around the woman's head and fuck her mouth.
Voldemort was shocked that she was doing this seeing that she never did this before, as when she was a male she had the women do it to him, but yet she knew what to do. What she nor Harry knew, when the blood protection recreated her body and mind, she placed Lily Potter's memories about sex in her mind too. So that she could become a decent fuck toy for its host.
So the Dark Lady slowly took the tip of his cock into her mouth using her tongue to tease him. She took it deeper into her mouth, sucking gently as she stroked what was not in her mouth. She could sense that Harry's body wanted to have some fun too, and taking the risk, allowed him to move his hand. Which was a good thing, as the first thing that happened, she felt her new lover's hands tighten around her head, as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.
She moaned, sending the vibrations of her throat to his cock. Voldemort slowly took it more and more into her mouth until he gave a small groan and pushed his cock all the way down her throat. She gagged a little bit but it was with pleasure as she loved to deep throat his cock.
As she kept sucking on his cock bobbing her head up and down she reached one of her hands up under her dress, and gently started rubbing her clit. She felt how hot and damp her pussy was as she made small circles around her pussy making her even more wet.
As much as Harry's mind was trying to fight this, his body acted on its own, as his right hand pushed Voldemort's head down on his cock where her lips were touching the base of his dick as he pulled and pushed his cock in and out of her mouth while quickly her fingers explored her wet dripping pussy realizing she was really tight. His body was enjoying it too much, and it wanted more, even if his mind did not.
He let go of Voldemort's head as she pulled his cock out of her mouth. She gently licked and sucked on his balls as she stood up looking at him as she removed her hand from her wet pussy, licking her fingers clean.
Harry realized that he was fully able to move, other than his hands. But instead of trying to escape, like he wanted, his hands moved over Voldemort's outer thighs up her dress pulling down a cute black thong, which he had no idea where they came from or why a man turned woman would create them, as she stepped out of it she straddled his waist on the couch his hot juicy cock throbbing for her wet, tight pussy.
Harry's hands ventured over her hips up to the top of the dress, as removing the strips of her dress and lowering it, in doing so revealed her nice milk white breast. Here, against what his mind wanted, one of his hands caressed her breasts as they began to kiss. She moved her dress, as she slowly sat down on top of his hard cock, inserting itself into her newly formed tight pussy. She let out a small moan into his mouth as she slid it all the way in.
Voldemort had no idea herself why she was doing this, seeing that until a short time ago she was a he, and wouldn't even think about doing this to another man. He would have raped or force another woman to fuck, and have his way with her. But now, now this felt right, she needed this, being a man meant nothing to her, all she cared about was the man beneath her.
Whilst she wanted him to be hers, another part of her wanted to be his, to be used by him, like she used to use women when she was a man. To be raped and forced to fuck him, to be told what to do by him. For him to be her master, to be his slave, and do whatever dirty things he wanted from her. She didn't want to control him, she wanted to be controlled by him.
But she knew that seeing how she treated him in the past as a man, she would have to show him that she meant no harm to him, that she would do whatever he wanted. She could see both of them ruling the world together, him on the throne and her kneeling next to him like a good little pet, or standing behind him like a loving partner or whatever he wanted from her.
But these plans were for later, for now, she was enjoying these new feelings as she fucked the new man in her life, the one she would give her life for. The man that one day would control her.
Harry meanwhile, as much as he hated this, was enjoying the body of the person who did him harm all his life, was starting to enjoy it too. He was amazed as he started kissing from her neck, slowly down to her breasts and his hands moved slowly to her hips helping her thrust herself on him slowly as she let off small moans of pleasure. He kissed down to her nipple as he took her nipple into his mouth sucking on it gently nibbling on it. She bounced up and down gently riding his cock as he continued to suck on her breasts.
He looked up at her as his hand moved from her waist to her head as he kissed her, as he pushed her off of him as he stood up with her as he pushed her back onto the ground on her hands and knees, as he leaned over her and took her hair as he insert his throbbing cock into her pussy again from behind. She let out a soft moan as he kept thrusting himself deep inside her wet pussy.
The black haired teen, who finally let his lust take control of him, reached his hands around her body grasping her breasts in his hands twirling her nipples between his index and middle finger. He pounded it in hard as she let out soft and gentle moans of pleasure. Her breathing hardens as he thrusts deeper and harder wanting to feel her warm pussy juices all over his dick.
The newly transformed woman let out a few more moans as she moaned out "Oh, I'm going to cum," he kissed her shoulder blade as he sped up more then slowed down as he felt her cum all over his hard cock.
He pulled out and she turned around and his hand went straight to the back of her head pushing her head down as his cum covered cock slid into her mouth as she sucked and licked all the cum off as she kept sucking. He said "Oh yeah… make me cum."
She moaned as she sucked hard his hand on the back of her head making her suck his cock deep into her mouth. She could feel the throbbing of his cock that was about to explode in her mouth. She stroked his cock gently with her hand then took it back into her mouth as she sucked it deep into the back of her throat when he came deep inside her throat as she swallowed it all.
Harry felt strangely turned on upon seeing Voldemort licking his cum from around her lips, from the cum that leaked out of her mouth. It made him hard again. He knew he should stop, but there's a part of his mind that was strongly telling him that he should breed this bitch, have her carry his child, his line. So that his family would carry on. The rational side of him told him that this was a bad idea, that he shouldn't do this, as Voldemort would more than likely would turn his child into the next Dark Lord if she kept it or use the child against him.
But he wasn't thinking rationally. Right now, he was driven by strong primal lust. The primal part of the human mind that told them to breed. So, to the shock of Voldemort who thought her new love was done with her, she found herself being forced to the ground like a dog, where Harry got behind her and fucked her like a beast.
Voldemort couldn't believe it. Harry was fucking her like she used to fuck woman when he used to be a male, like a beast, hard and rough. Not caring if he hurt the woman or not. There was nothing that she could do but allow it to happen. It was strange, she had only been a female for under a half an hour or so, but yet, it was like she had been a female all her life. Not only that, but she liked being used and having sex, or at least with the Boy-Who-Lived, who up 'til now, she wanted to kill. Now, all she cared about was to be used by him, to make him happy and give him the world. Which she was more than happy to do so.
For Harry, it was like he was on autopilot. It was like someone else was controlling him instead of himself. All he could do was watch as his body fucked the male turned female, using her as he pleased, making it so that she knew that she was his to do as he liked. That no other man would compare to him. He called her so many names that she wouldn't have done before. He even fucked as he bend her over her father's grave stone, saying that he was going to breed her to make her pay for what she did to him and his family.
Harry was shocked at how much Voldemort enjoyed it, he thought that once a man Voldemort would have fought him for what he was doing to her, but she was enjoying it. It was like her body was created to be used, something Harry found it ridiculous, as why would Voldemort do that for?
Whatever the case, after a while of fucking the now female Voldemort. Harry finally found himself being able to think clearly once again, and he pushed the female Voldemort away from her, and summoned his wand to his hands. And he took cover behind a gravestone and pulled his pants and sports tights up.
"My love, I know it's strange. Everything about tonight is, but don't hide from me, dear." Voldemort told her man, "I won't hurt you, or allow anyone to hurt you. Join me, and I'll give you everything that you want. Stand by me and I'll give you the world. You can rape me and any of the other female Death Eaters to punish us for our misdeeds"
"I don't know what you did to me just now, but I would never join you." Harry shouted behind the gravestone, "You killed my parents, why would I join you?"
"I understand, but it was war, both sides lost people," Voldemort told the teen, trying to make him understand, "and I have to say, I have to say it was a mistake on my part." And it was, if she thought about it back then whilst she was still a man, and waited to see which of the two boys he had an eye on back then was the strongest before making a move, she might not be here as a female now. But she had to admit she was glad it happened like this. She wouldn't say that she didn't do anything to him as she knew he wouldn't believe her. Not only that, she didn't know what happened herself, so how can she say what happened when she didn't know herself?
Hearing that his parents death was a mistake, Harry snapped with everything that happened that night, and cast a cutting hex at the Dark Lady. The newly born Voldemort had more power and stamina than Harry, and was able to dodge the spell. She knew that until she could fully explain things to her new lover, she had to subdue him and try and explain things to him later. And so spells and curses began to fly back and forth, cutting spells and other harmful spells from Harry, but stunners, disarming, and low powered bombardment spells coming from Voldemort, not wanting to hurt her love.
Harry kept on moving, and casting the shield charm not to get hit by the Dark Lady's spells.
Meanwhile Voldemort was laughing merrily and it would have been beautiful, Harry idly thought, if she wasn't trying to kill him.
And that's when it really struck home. All of the spells she was using were nonlethal, unlike his. She was aiming to win, that much was for sure, with how fast and how accurate each spell was. But she wasn't trying to kill him. And that meant she was just toying with him. The statuesque woman felt she was so far above his level, even after thirteen years out of practice, that she didn't have to take him seriously.
Snarling in anger, both at the situation, and himself. But before he could think more about it, an unexpected development took place. For as soon as he tried to cast a disarming hex, one of Voldemort's errant spells collided head on with his. Only instead of cancelling out one or the other, they stayed connected. And locked Voldemort and Harry in a contest of wills.
Trying to put more effort and power into it caused a bead of magic where the two beams of energy connected to shift one way, or the other depending on who tried harder to will it so.
And in the midst of this stunning display of light, an ethereal phoenix song could be heard. It reminded the emerald eyed teen of when he first got his wand in Ollivander's shop. He had a brother wand that shared a core coming from the same phoenix. The wand, or so Ollivander claimed without proof other than hearsay, that gave him his scar.
He had no more time to curse his luck however, as a golden cage seemed to erupt around Voldemort and Harry, cutting them off from the outside world.
Suddenly spirits, or shades began to appear, one by one, offering encouragement and their support. It started with an old man whom he had seen perish in a vision during the summer, by Voldemort's own hand. The next, oddly out of place was Cedric, telling him not to blame himself.
His father showed up to tell him how proud of him he was. And give him a knowing wink, as he looked at the sexy naked form of Voldemort.
But the last one was the most incredible. His mother. She took one look at him, and a smile lit up her transparent features. Lily Potter looked so happy just by getting to gaze upon him.
"I knew it would work. You have nothing to worry about now that Dumbledore's bindings on you have broken." She said. And Harry's world almost shattered at the revelation.
Dumbledore had done something to him? Binding? Did Headmaster Dumbledore deliberately do something that hindered Harry? But why?
His mother had an utter certainty about her that everything will be alright now. So why did Dumbledore do something to change that?
Harry Potter's faith in the man irrevocably shattered then and there.
The spirits however, were continuing on to say that they will give him the support he needs to break this deadlock. His own mother told him that the Triwizard Cup that brought him and Cedric here was still active so he could use it to flee for now, while Cedric asked if he could take his body with him, to give his parents closure.
He nods his head in assent to the plan and the shades of the departed swarm Voldemort to distract her and Harry pushes with all his might to force the connection to break on her end.
While the shades were somewhat distracting only one really holds the Dark Lady's attention. Lily Potter, the beautiful red head and mother of the man Voldemort will soon claim, speaks to her after giving her a slow, measured once over. As though she was being judged and found wanting the spirit finally speaks, "You'll have to do better than this if you want my son." She smirks challengingly, while throwing her a knowing wink.
Then, in that moment, she felt a part of her own soul within her son. She didn't know how this was possible, but it was there. And a sudden idea came to her, and if it worked, she could return to her son and be there for him in the future. And so, moving towards the Dark Lady, until she was inches from her ears, Lily Potter whispered, "You can start by trying and bring me back. As part of my soul is within my son, and I'm hoping to put the rest of my soul in him too."
The lapse in concentration costs her as the explosion from the broken connection sends her flying back and tumbling on the ground until an errant headstone halts her momentum.
She looks up, but it's already too late.
Harry was kneeling next to the dead body of the person he came here with, and she saw the portkey flying through the air right to them. At the same time, she saw Lily Potter flying behind her son and went into him unknowingly, as he summoned the damn cup.
"NOOOO!" She screams in a terrible rage at the thought of her Harry escaping.
He grabs the cup, and is whisked away. The source of her obsession was gone… out of reach… 'Only for now,' a dark part of her mind whispers in assurance.
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The newly formed Dark Lady pressed her lips together as she realized the careless mistake of leaving the cup lying around, if she immediately destroyed it upon regaining a corporeal form, she would still have her love around to convince to join her. But now she thought about it, she couldn't be blamed for forgetting about it. Seeing that she had to deal with becoming a woman and having these new feelings for the boy who defeated her all those year ago, and in his own way again tonight. She blasted the ground where it had been, but that didn't improve her mood, and she still wanted to finish off what was started.
She turned on her heel and walked over toward Wormtail's body. He was clutching the burned stump that until recently had been his left hand. But other than that, he appeared to be in good enough condition to move.
The now Lady Voldemort, pointed her wand at his head, figuring there was no reason that he needed to remember her failure, or if he caught her and Harry fucking each other, if he even caught most of it. She wiped his memories of the whole time in the Graveyard completely to be safe, and replaced them with a more muddled version. Here, he had lost control of the Body Bind almost as soon as he'd gained Harry Potter's blood, and the boy escaped during the distraction of her revival.
Once she was satisfied with the mind wrap, she lowered her wand. She redone her dress so that the rat man didn't see her naked, nor realize that something had happened. She then summoned the wrapping that Wormtail had early, and transfigured it into a hooded cloak, which she placed around her and the hood over her head. She then realized none of her clothing had a pocket, so she took a moment to place her wand behind her ear.
Once she was done, she turned her attention back to the former marauder.
"Wake up, Wormtail," she snapped. The man didn't move. And Voldemort muttered about how the man was useless, and wondered why she had him around. She knew she couldn't leave him there. As the Ministry officials or Dumbledore or both, would show up as soon as the boy told them what happened. And she knew he would tell them everything. Sure she could kill him, but that would raise questions that she didn't want people to ask.
Seeing that calling him wasn't going to wake him, she kicked him instead. Well, at first she prodded him with her foot, twice. When that wasn't effective she planted her boot firmly in his stomach. She supposed she could have used magic to revive him. But that seemed like such a waste. And her frustrations were better channelled through her boot than her wand. She'd have probably wound up killing him had she resorted to magic.
Of course, the man may have already outlived his usefulness. But at the moment she couldn't kill him just yet, as she still needed him as he and her spy at Hogwarts were the only Death Eaters who knew she was alive, and until she got the rest of them, she needed them for odd jobs for her. Although with her new body, she could do most of the jobs herself, but it would take longer if it was just her. So it didn't seem prudent to kill her followers when at the moment she could only reasonably count on two of them.
"Oof," he gasped for air.
"Get up," she barked.
"Yes mistress," he said.
"Master!" she yelled, she was used to being called master, that anything else felt wrong at the moment. She reached up for her wand, intending to Crucio the command into him. But then she remembered she'd just erased his memory of the command and so lowered her hand.
"Yes master," he cried immediately, trying to get out of punishment, "I am sorry master. I did not think to better secure the boy I…"
"Shut up, Wormtail," she responded quietly. "We'll just have to rectify your mistakes as we go. Gather our things." She lowered herself next to the cauldron she'd emerged from as Wormtail started to gather up what few belongings were in the area.
She picked up a burnt tiara and frowned at it, hating that she'd been required to destroy such a valuable relic. But her spy reminded her that the ritual was going to take a lot of power to create a new body for her, and so she needed all the power they could get. So she had her spy regather it from Hogwarts, as it was the only relic that her spy could get to with ease. It would mean that she was one step from becoming mortal again, but to have a new body, it was worth it. With a sigh she stood and handed it to Wormtail.
Her servant seemed surprised, in the last few months since she got the artefact, as a male, she'd never let him touch it. What the rat Animagus didn't know was that it was more valuable, it had part of her soul within it, and she didn't want to risk him losing it or it using him in some way before killing him. Not that it wasn't as important now for historical reasons, but Voldemort didn't know if it still had its main power. The ability to enhance the wisdom of its wearer, which is Ravenclaw House's most treasured attribute. The thing was that Wormtail didn't strike the Dark Lady as having that much intelligence in the first place, and in that case she doubted it could increase his intelligence anymore.
"Just vanish the cauldron." she ordered the blonde fool, "It is useless to us now. Come." and she started walking east as she heard him vanish from the large iron cauldron.
"Where are we going?" Wormtail asked his Dark Lady.
'Yeah, where are we going?' the Dark Lady thought to herself. When the day started out, the plan was to get her a new body, summon her Death Eaters and retreat to one of their homes, most likely the Malfoy's. But now though everything had changed, she was no longer a male, and she no longer wanted to harm or kill Harry Potter. In fact, she wanted to do everything in her power to make him happy, to make it so that she became his in one way or another.
Sure she could convince her Death Eaters that she was who she stated to be with ease, but she didn't think that her love would want to stay at one of her followers' homes, especially not at the Malfoys. So she had to think, where could she go that not only could she set up base at, but somewhere that her love would enjoy.
As she was thinking about where they were going to go, she remembered about the Slytherin ancestral home. She knew about it for years and would have moved there when she won the war years ago if she wasn't defeated. The reason she never used it before, was that she didn't want to use it as her Headquarters, and she didn't think her Death Eaters were worthy to see more or less use it. But now it was different, for her love, she would do anything to make him happy and make his life better, even if she had to open her ancestral home to the unworthy.
Just then her belly started to rumble, she realized that it had been years since she ate anything, and with a new body, she needed to eat. Then a thought came to her, she needed to get to Gringotts, as her ancestral home was unplottable even to her at the moment, as she didn't claim the place as her's when she was a man. So before she went to the bank and got things sorted there, and get a new identity from them, she needed to get some food.
"I'm going to inform Nagini what's going on, and then we'll be walking a few miles from here, so that if Potter is believed that I'm back the Ministry won't be able to trace our Apparition when we leave here unless they thoroughly scour the area." The Dark Lady told the man, "Either way, we will Apparate to London so we can get some food from the Leaky Cauldron and then go to Gringotts." she explained calmly.
"Should you be seen in Diagon Alley?" he asked.
"You really are truly a fool." Voldemort said with a shake of her head in disbelief, "Look at me, do you really think people would recognize me as Lord Voldemort?
Shaking her head once again, before she went back to the old Riddle house, where she informed Nagini what was going on. The snake was in shock at first to see her master as a female, but she picked up Voldemort's scent, and so left it at that. Her master ordered her to stay behind and observe, she'll be back in a few days to check if anyone has been there.
Voldemort wasn't worried for her snake as she watched the snake slither into an overgrown area on the edge of the Graveyard, patiently waiting and observing, as she knew Nagini would be fine on her own. Voldemort doubted anyone would even take notice of the animal. She'd used snakes as spies before and none of her targets had ever caught on.
"Why do you need to go to Gringotts, master?" asked Wormtail.
"I need their help in creating a new identity for myself, seeing that I'm no longer male and go by my old identity." the newly formed lady said after a pause, after she thought about it. "Not only that, but I need to get the deeds for our new headquarters." Wormtail nodded his understanding as they walked, he could see why his master needed to get a new identity because of his change. He wanted to know why he never heard of this new headquarters before, but he knew better than to ask any more questions. He already felt lucky that she even shared a moderate portion of her plans with him.
She set a brisk pace through the terrain, avoiding any signs of habitation, figuring the more deserted looking the area, the less likely the Ministry would be to check it. So she trudged away from civilization for about an hour. Wormtail struggled to keep up.
Eventually, she felt she was far enough away to not be traced. She hadn't heard any commotion behind them or any sounds of arrivals. So at one point she just apparated away, trusting Wormtail to follow.
To be Continued!
Author's Note - PLEASE READ TO THE END:This ends another chapter of the remastered version of Aggressive Love by Dio Black. First off, I would like to apologise for the long wait for this story. The truth is that I've had this chapter done for years, but for some reason, I never got to the point of posting it for some unknown reason. For that, I'm truly sorry. Now, I hope you enjoyed the changes that I have made to the story so far. I'll be honest, I don't know how else I'm planning to change the story until I start writing the story. I'm the kind of person who gets ideas as I write, and so unless you give ideas, I won't know what will happen until I write it.