STORY TITLE: Meeting Their Needs
PART: 01 of?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Voldemort Falls to the Last of Lily's Protection in the Graveyard, killing or squibbing all the Marked Death Eaters. With the pressure of Voldemort and the Tri-Wizard gone, Harry decides to study something a great deal more enjoyable – starting with an eager witch from Slytherin
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Parvati/Hermione/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 9,679
SPOILERS: None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHORS NOTES: I'm going for a decent Dumbledore in this story, and not planning on bashing any of the characters.
NOTE: I am taking major liberties with the events in the Maze during the Third Task. I've never seen the Goblet of Fire movie, and it's been probably 20 years since I read the book, and don't have access to check everything. It shouldn't affect your enjoyment of the story.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Hospital Wing, Private Room
Saturday, June 24th, 1995
Late Evening
When Harry woke up that morning, the only thing on his mind was surviving the final task of this damned Tournament, hopefully without making a total arse of himself. That was his original plan, but nowhere in his wildest imagination did he picture what actually happened. After spending the day with Mrs Weasley and Bill, he had to join the rest of the champions at the Quidditch Pitch, still unhappy that they had planted hedges all over it, to make a maze of some kind. Trying to relax, when Bagman gave the signal, he started jogging down the path in front of him. Casting the Four Points Spell, he headed to the north, hopefully it would keep him from getting turned around too badly.
He'd lost all track of time when he heard Fleur crying out in pain and was turning back, he couldn't leave her in danger if he could help her. Before he could try and find his way back, he heard Cedric shouting the stunning spell, and the cries of pain stopped. A few seconds later, he saw two showers of red sparks shooting into the sky and knew that at least Fleur, and one of the others, will be brought out of the maze. He wondered if it was Cedric or Viktor who was the second person to shoot the sparks.
Heading back in the direction he was going, Harry frowned, he hadn't encountered any obstacles since he stepped into the maze, even though he had heard enough to expect Hagrid's Blast Ended Skrewts, and several Acromantula's, but there wasn't anything at all. Thinking back, it was the book of Neville's that told him about Gillyweed just in time for the Second Task, and Moody gave Neville the book, why? A lot of things suddenly fell into place, it was supposed to be Moody teaching them, but why was Barty Crouch showing up on the map in Moody's living quarters? He was always drinking out of the same flask, what was he drinking, and why was Snape blaming Harry for boomslang skin being missing?
He turned right at the next opening and could see the Goblet sitting on a pedestal in the center of the clearing, but he also heard heavy breathing from behind him. Looking back he saw it was Cedric coming toward him, and, making a split-second decision, Harry put his hand out, to stop the fellow champion. Cedric slowed down, looking at him suspiciously, and Harry said,
"I know you probably aren't going to believe me, Cedric, but this whole thing has been a trap from the beginning, from my name somehow coming out of the Goblet, to be given just what I need to complete the task in the nick of time. And I've had a clear path to the Goblet, because somebody took Fleur and Viktor out of the competition. There's a lot of other things, but we really don't have time right now. What I need you to do, is go to Dumbledore, and only Dumbledore, and tell him that Professor Moody in an impostor, drinking something every hour, possibly Polyjuice?"
He could see that Cedric was listening, and it took another minute or so, but at last, he nodded and put out his hand to shake, "Good Luck, Harry. I honestly hope that this is all a figment of your imagination, but this is the 4th DADA Teacher for you, and the other three have tried to kill you, so I can understand your suspicions." A quick handshake later, Harry grabbed the handles of the Goblet, cursing softly as he felt the hook behind his navel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hedge dissolving, and Dumbledore and others came toward Cedric. That was the last he saw as the world started spinning around him as he left the ground. Eventually, he slowed down and, kept a grip on his wand as the cup hit the ground, making him stumble. He looked up and found himself in a graveyard of some kind, but before he could get his bearings there were sounds of someone coming closer to him. Lifting his head, he felt a horrible pain in his scar, even worse than when he faced Quirrell to save the Philosopher's Stone, and as the pain crashed over him, his last thought before it all went dark, was 'I really hate being right sometimes!'
The next several minutes were a blur, other than wanting to retch at the sight of Voldemort's current form, Harry didn't know what the damned rat was adding to the cauldron, he just hoped that the bastard would make a mistake, but wasn't that lucky, at least not at first, as the bone of the father drifted into the huge basin and red steam billowed from the cauldron, distracting Harry from the sight of Pettigrew cutting his hand off and dropping it in the potion. Harry started to focus again when Wormtail stumbled toward him, the fat little man's face white with pain, the stump of his arm held close to his body as he sliced Harry's arm and caught the blood in a potions vial, before stumbling back to Voldemort's hideous form. Harry wasn't sure how he managed it, but the rat managed to hold onto the blood and still lower the abomination into the cauldron. It was when Pettigrew poured Harry's blood into the cauldron that things went drastically wrong, at least for Voldemort and Wormtail!
As soon as the blood landed in the cauldron, the baby thing started screaming, it sounded worse than Fleur under the Cruciatus Curse in the maze. Harry wasn't able to focus on the cauldron, because behind the tombstones there was a thrashing and Harry could see a huge snake slithering toward the cauldron, and he could hear the snake crying out in pain, until the thing froze in place, a black mist pouring from its mouth. In the flickering light of the fire under the cauldron, Harry could see the mist move toward Voldemort, until a rip appeared in front of the mist, and it was sucked into the rip, slamming closed, he could faintly smell the odor of brimstone left behind. Before he could even start to wonder what that meant, his scar flared into agony, and Harry could feel the scar tearing. As he felt the darkness being pulled from the scar, he heard his mother's voice coming from the scar, saying 'A mother's love for her child, Voldemort! The power you know not! Enjoy the rest of your eternity!"
The last thing Harry saw was the mist from his scar being pulled into a rip of its own, but he felt his mother's lips press a kiss on his forehead, saying, "Your father and I love you, Harry, never doubt that, we knew the ritual we used would almost certainly cost us our lives. It was a price we had no problem paying, as long as you survived. We have so much to talk about, but that can wait another hundred years or so until it's your time to join us."
As the voice faded away, his hold on consciousness slipped, and he collapsed in his bonds. He didn't hear the other screams as more mist was pulled into the cemetery only to be taken to a different destination.
Sometime later, the sound of Phoenix's song woke him, and he opened his eyes to see Professor Dumbledore cutting off the ropes holding him to the gravestone, a relieved smile on his face. Before he can get his mouth to work, the Headmaster says, "I know you have a lot of questions tonight Harry, and I will answer them to the best of my ability. But I need to congratulate you on your skills of observation and persuasion because Mister Diggory was able to convince me to take a closer look at my old friend, he was an escaped Death Eater under Polyjuice. The real Alastor Moody is currently enjoying Poppy's care, along with several others, because several distinguished wizards and witches who were in attendance this evening were stricken at the same time, as they cried out in pain, grabbed their left arms before collapsing."
Harry stayed quiet, letting the old man finish, and when he learned that all of the marked Death Eaters, those that weren't killed by the magic drain, are nothing more than squibs, including Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape as well as many others in the Ministry and elsewhere. Harry tried to feel bad that Snape was a squib because he did save Harry's life at least one time. While Dumbledore was answering his questions, he was also gathering up Pettigrew's body along with the remains of the snake, and what was left of Voldemort's body. The Headmaster did tell him one more thing before summoning the Goblet, activating the portkey. Because so many of his close advisers lost their magic, questions were being raised about Minister Fudge's decisions, including the night in the Shrieking Shack. As tired as he was, Harry felt a burst of excitement that Sirius would be free, but before he could ask about the Dursleys, the portkey activated and dropped the two of them and their passengers right in front of the Judges Stand. He barely had time to accept Cedric's thanks, because Moody actually was using Polyjuice, and he was gloating about the Dark Lord's rebirth, and how anybody but Potter taking the Goblet would be killed as soon as they arrived.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Infirmary, Private Room
Saturday, June 24th, 1995
Close To Midnight
Harry laid back on the bed, still trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened, not only that Voldemort had tried to come back, but he failed and was permanently destroyed, taking his marked follower's magic with him. And since Pettigrew was alive, and the Dark Mark was visible, was all that Dumbledore and Madame Bones, the Head of the Aurors, needed to get Fudge to cancel the 'Kiss On Sight' order, and put out a statement that new evidence raises doubts about what actually happened with the Potters and afterward. Seeing Remus in the group around the Headmaster, Harry was sure that Sirius would be getting the full message very soon, and he was really looking forward to getting to know his Godfather, and learning more about his parents, and never having to see the Dursleys again, which is a reason to celebrate all on its own.
Using his wand, he dimmed the lights slipped his wand under the pillows, and closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon, but just as he was drifting off, the door to his room 'clicked' open and he could see the figure outlined in the light from the main part of the ward. All he could tell was that the figure was very female, but in the darkness couldn't make out any other details, until the door closed and he heard the tell-tale squelching sound of a silencing charm. He reached for his wand, but the woman said, "You won't need your wand, Mister Potter, I have absolutely no plans of harming you in any way." There was a throaty chuckle, "Quite the opposite in fact, at least Sirius and your Father had no complaints about my abilities."
He thought the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it, and the lights in the room stayed dim as he heard the rustle of clothing, and she started talking. "My husband was eagerly anticipating the return of the Dark Lord, and he had corrupted my son into be a copy of him. I knew that if the monster returned, it would be the destruction of our family, and probably our deaths as well. Thanks to your actions this evening, the Dark Lord will never return, and, even better from my perspective, my husband's loss of magic removes him from any position of authority in the family. That gives me 3 years to undue the damage Lucius did to Draco, three years that I didn't expect to have. For that alone, I would willingly give you whatever I had to give, unfortunately, the wedding contract is still valid, and I am limited in what I can do. However, this doesn't not have to be a unique encounter, if you can refrain from talking about this, and especially do not taunt Draco about it, I would be willing to visit you again." She chuckled, "And when the lack of magic finally takes Lucius, I will be released from the contract, and I can really express my appreciation. But I'm sure you would rather I do something with my mouth than talk, wouldn't you?"
Harry was having a hard time believing what he was hearing, but he wasn't going to stop her, hell no! Narcissa raised the lights in the room, and Harry almost choked at the sight of her body, nude except for her knickers, stockings, and garter belt, the knickers suspiciously wet at the front, and her breasts were swaying as she moved toward him. A part of him was showing just how much he was enjoying what he was seeing, and Narcissa looked up to his face, a genuinely pleased smile on her face. At her gesture, he moved to sit up, his feet on the floor. Draco's mother (and that was just added to his pleasure at what was about to happen) spread his legs and tugged his pajama bottoms down to his ankles. With a quick spell, a cushion appeared on the floor, and Narcissa lowered herself to the floor. Reaching into his boxers, her warm hand worked his shaft free and stroked him, pulling a sigh of pleasure from his lips.
She chuckled, "Oh Mister Potter, you haven't felt anything yet!"
Working her mouth, he watched as she let her saliva dribbled down onto the bulb of his cock, rubbing it in with her free hand, and fondling his balls with the other. Catching her eye, he was almost overwhelmed by the excitement in her eyes, and he was relieved that she was really enjoying what she was doing, but looking deeper, he got flashes of something else, of Narcissa being bent over his lap, one hand holding her wrists behind her back and the other bringing a leather slipper down on her bare arse! Other images were rushing before his eyes, all of them out of some of his hidden fantasies, as she submitted to him in various ways. Of course, in his fantasies, it was usually Parvati and her twin, or Hermione, or Susan Bones, any number of girls that he would love to get on their knees in front of him. Wanting to test what he was seeing, he softly but firmly said, "Narcissa?" When her eyes lifted to meet his, he said, "While you are doing a great job serving me, I want you to enjoy yourself as well, take your knickers off and use your fingers to pleasure yourself, and do your best not to cum before I fill your mouth. Can you do that for me?"
The burst of excitement was almost more than he could handle, but Harry managed to keep in control as the kneeling blonde tugged on the ribbons holding her knickers in place, letting them fall to the ground and her fingers rubbing her pussy while her other hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking him. He watched, fascinated as Narcissa opened her mouth and lowered her face, her tongue gliding over the head, gathering the cum forming at the tip. She pulled back, opening her mouth and letting him see his cum resting on her tongue before she tilted her head back to swallow what he gave her. A few seconds later, her eyes shot open, and she smiled widely, lost in the feelings for a few seconds. Harry would have been worried if he couldn't feel the mild pulse of pleasure as she absorbed his magic. He'd gotten the lecture about the effect a Wizard's power can have on a witch and was curious just how much power he had available, but however much it was, his next several years just got a lot more enjoyable!
Leaning back on his elbows, he looked down his body and smiled at the feeling of Narcissa's tongue licking his shaft, and sucking on his balls before taking his cock inside her mouth, sucking eagerly. Her free hand was busy between her legs, pulling sighs of pleasure from her lips before taking him back into the warmth of her mouth, his head hitting the back of her throat and closing her lips around him, sucking as she pulled back, releasing him to moan softly before licking his shaft and balls again.
Harry lost track of time, all that existed was the two of them and what Narcissa was doing with her mouth. He could feel how excited Draco's mother (and wasn't that something he would love to use against the prat?) was sucking his cock, her fingers were working quickly, plunging into her pussy, her head bobbing in his lap, taking him deeper with each movement. Narcissa was getting close to cumming, the way she was practically whining around his cock, rubbing her thighs together. He was doing his best to keep in control, until the pressure got to be too much, and his balls tightened and he exploded in Narcissa's mouth!
Narcissa had no problem swallowing everything, and keeping her fingers busy in her quim until she had him completely drained. She managed to lick him clean before the magic reached her core and she fell backward, both hands busy pleasuring herself, until she started babbling incoherently, a huge smile on her face as she went to her Happy Place. Harry sat back, trying to catch his breath, smiling as he watched Narcissa enjoying herself. When she was aware again, she looked up at him with a grin, "I really hope you can manage to be discreet in what you say about this, because I'm going to want that again, I can tell!"
He didn't get a chance to respond because she stood and gave him a good look at her body including her arse, which was the first one he'd seen besides the Gryffindor Chasers in the showers that Fred and George had shown him after he had plowed Draco into the ground and got the snitch the prior year. But even compared to the Chasers, her bum was a work of art, meant to be admired. She noticed his appreciation and turned to face him, a wicked grin on her face, "You like my arse, don't you? I've only allowed a couple of men to have me there, the last one was your father, in case you were wondering. It was the night before we graduated Hogwarts, and I knew that there was a betrothal contract with Lucius waiting for me, so I wanted to enjoy myself as much as possible."
Narcissa was dressing as she spoke, conjuring a mirror to repair her appearance. When she was satisfied, she reached down to the cushion and picked up her knickers, handing them to Harry, "I have knickers in many different colors. As long as you are discrete, you have a chance to get one of each color."
He finally found his voice, and chuckled, "Oh, you don't need to worry about that, I can be very discrete, but the next time you visit me, wear a pair of red knickers, I'm going to pull them down to your knees and put you over my lap for a spanking. Of course, I could decide to do that at the Ministry's Summer Ball, and I would have to gag you with your knickers to keep everybody from seeing what we up to. Do you have a pair of red knickers, and if you have stockings and a garter belt to wear with them it would just complete the picture."
She said nothing, just staring at him, her face flushed as her nostrils flared and she bit her bottom lip. When she was able to speak clearly, she said, "I'll make it a point to go lingerie shopping over the next few days, and I'll suggest to whoever is in charge of the Ball about sending you an invitation. There are dozens of offices and conference rooms in the Ministry Building, so I'm sure we can find one that meets your needs. And sleep well, knowing that I'm going to be getting my wand vibrate as soon as I'm in my chambers, and I'll be picturing exactly what we will be doing." She removed the silencing charms and unlocked the door, lowering the lights, she turned back and whispered "Sweet Dreams, Mister Potter."
He just stared at the door before shaking his head with a laugh. If Narcissa hadn't left her knickers, he would almost think he'd been dreaming. He wasn't sure how he knew exactly what to say to get Narcissa so aroused, but he wasn't going to complain about it. Putting his boxers and pajamas on, he lay back down, remembering what had happened, not surprised to be having very pleasant dreams!
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Headmaster's Office
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Sunday, June 25th, 1995
Just After Midnight
Albus stepped out of Fawkes' flame into his office, thanking his companion for carrying him. Taking off his outer cloak he hung it up and sent an Adfero message to Professor McGonagall that he had returned. Calling a castle elf, he requested two mugs of cocoa with sprinkles and whipped cream, he knew that his Deputy had as big a sweet tooth as he had, and if there was ever a night to celebrate, tonight would be it! He had suspected that Tom was involved in getting young Harry into the tournament, but he was angry with himself for not questioning the impostor when he first arrived at the school. Alastor would have expected the extra security, but instead, he just accepted the initial response from Crouch, and it could have turned out so much worse.
He wanted to discuss the events in the graveyard with Harry, to get a better idea of just what happened, but fortunately, after checking the prophecy orb in the Department of Mysteries, it was completely black, showing that the prophecy had been fulfilled, which took a huge weight off his shoulders, and, more important, Harry won't need to sacrifice himself to end Voldemort, so he wouldn't need the dubious protection of staying with Petunia. It will be nice to get back to just being a teacher again, he had spent too many years either opposing Voldemort in combat or his followers on the Wizengamot as they tried to take legally what they were prevented from stealing under their masks. With all of Tom's marked followers losing their magic, their influence has been drastically reduced. He should think about who would be a good replacement as Chief Warlock, Harry is far too young to even consider taking the Potter seat, but there is time to teach him what he needs to know, and once Harry is installed as the Chief Warlock, then it will be time to fit him for the mantle of the 'Leader of the Light' allowing Albus to step away from the spotlight and enjoy his retirement. But those were plans that he could think about after a good night's sleep, and after he let Minerva know what was happening, he was looking forward to his bed.
The wards on his door alerted him that his Deputy was on the stairway and he unlocked and opened the door, inviting her to have a seat and some cocoa. After they drank in silence, Minerva said, "Poppy finished her scans of Severus and the others, and the best that can be said is they are still sensitives, able to see Goblins and house-elves, but they don't have a bit of magic of their own. While I'd consider us better off with the majority of those who lost their magic, can you think of a situation where Lucius Malfoy or Dolores Umbridge still had their magic and their positions in the Ministry? The only exception I can think of is Severus. He's made it clear that he despises teaching, and he'll have his wish granted. But what can be done to help him? His contract guarantees employment, but without his magic, he's limited in what he can do, and you know that once the word gets out, Severus hasn't gone out of his way to avoid making enemies, and enough of them are still in the castle."
Albus nodded, "I was thinking about Severus, and may have a solution, I want to discuss it with him before moving forward. He grew up in the Muggle world, so he may just decide to return there." Taking another swallow of his chocolate drink, he said, "On another subject, with Tom's demise and, I checked the Hall of Prophecies, the prophecy orb that contains Sybill's prophecy went dark, so it's completed. With that task off his shoulders, I have no problem with your suggested prefects for the 5th Year Gryffindors."
The two of them talked for a while longer, before heading to their beds, both of them had one of the most peaceful nights of sleep they can remember.
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Cave outside Hogsmeade
Saturday, June 24th, 1995
Earlier that Evening
Remus couldn't stop smiling, not only had Harry won the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but he destroyed the dark lord, and captured Wormtail at the same time! Enough dependable people saw Wormtail and the tattoo on his arm to make it impossible to sweep under the carpet, especially with every one of Fudge's decisions being scrutinized, and the 'campaign contributions' from Malfoy and others should be enough to see the man filling a cell in Azkaban fairly soon. Approaching the cave where Padfoot was waiting, Remus shifted the basket of food that Dobby prepared and sent an Adfero to let his brother know that it was safe.
When he climbed the hill to the entrance of the cave, he saw the shadowed form of the Grim and once the dog saw Remus, the dog turned around and moved back into the cave. Reaching the entry, he saw Sirius sitting on a rock at the back of the cave, looking like he'd taken a chance to shower and shave and lift some newer clothes somewhere recently, and he could ask about that later, he wanted to share his news. Handing over the basket, Remus grinned, "Courtesy of Harry's favorite House Elf. Go ahead and grab a sandwich, I can talk while you eat."
Sirius' nose started to twitch at the delicious aroma before pulling a wrapped sandwich from the basket and starting to eat, managing to pace himself this time so he didn't get sick for a change. When Sirius had swallowed most of the sandwich, Remus said, "The big news first, Harry is alive and well after the last task, the Goblet had been turned into a portkey and took him to a graveyard where Wormtail was preparing a ritual to give Voldemort a new body. Sit down, Sirius! I told you, Harry is fine, just let me tell you my way, okay?"
Sirius looked at him impatiently but nodded, and Remus continued "I don't know yet, exactly what happened, but something happened that destroyed the last part of Voldemort, and ended up draining the magic from all of the marked Death Eaters, including Snivellus, and Lucius Malfoy. Best of all, Wormtail lost his magic, and Harry and Albus were able to bring him back, and turn him over to Amelia Bones! Fudge didn't have a chance to cover it up because there were far too many people who saw Peter, and the Dark Mark on his arm. The 'Kiss on Sight' order has been canceled, and Amelia swore an oath that you would be safe if you turned yourself in for questioning. If you want, you can use my wand to set up a place to meet, and I'll put the glamour on you so nobody recognizes you."
Remus watched his brother, the expressions crossing his face, the idea of actually being free after so long, it was clear Sirius wanted to believe, but it seemed too good to be true, and all of them learned a long time ago to be wary of things like that. Finally, he reached out and took the offered wand and, concentrating on his message, he cast the messenger spell, and the answer came back right away, and they both recognized Amelia Bones' voice.
It took a bit of discussion, but Sirius fell asleep in the bedroom of a secure house for injured Aurors. The healers got him started with a bunch of disgusting-smelling potions, but Remus could notice an improvement right away. He was surprised when Director Bones opened the door to a second bedroom for Remus, and he soon joined Padfoot in dreamland.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Infirmary, Private Room
Sunday, June 25th, 1995
After Breakfast
Harry had just finished his toast and beans, wiping his mouth with a napkin, when there was a soft knock on the door. It opened, and the Headmaster was standing there, a relaxed smile on his face, and the Pensieve from his office floating beside him.
"Good Morning, Harry, did you sleep well?"
At Harry's nod, the Professor gestured and the Pensieve settled on the breakfast table, and Harry could see a silvery liquid in the basin. Dumbledore moved one of the chairs closer to the bed and sat down. "If you recall after you saved Nicolas and Perenelle's Philosophers Stone, you asked me why Voldemort kept coming after you. At the time, I didn't think you were old enough for the information, but things have changed. If you recall telling me that Professor Trelawney gave a prophecy and I said it was her second one? Well, the answer to your question is found in the first prophecy that she gave. You see ..."
Harry listened, fascinated at the Headmaster's story, and watching the memory of the prophecy. "Unfortunately, the security wasn't as strong as it should have been, and a Death Eater heard the first part of the prophecy and took it to his Master. There were only two couples that fit the prophecy, Frank and Alice Longbottom, yes, your fellow Gryffindor's parents, and James and Lily Potter. You know what happened after that, and don't think we need to go over those memories, do you?"
Harry shook his head, but then paused, "That must have been what she meant" At the Headmaster's questioning look, he said, "When Voldemort pulled the piece of his soul from my scar, I heard my mother's voice, and she sounded triumphant, saying something like. 'A mother's love for her child, Voldemort! The power you know not! Enjoy the rest of your eternity!'"
Dumbledore looked slightly surprised, saying, "Your mother was full of surprises, it's unfortunate that we lost her and your father so young, who knows what other magics they could have discovered or invented. But, there isn't a Time Turner powerful enough to let us change things that long ago. But, I went to the Hall of Prophecies last evening, and confirmed that Prophecy has been completed, Tom has been permanently vanquished. And with all of his marked followers losing their magic, you have no need for the protection your mother's blood gave you, so you never have to go back to that house if you don't want to."
Harry thought his head was going to split in two, as wide as his smile was! But something occurred to him, "I'm certainly glad not to go back to Durzkaban, but do I have another place to live?"
The old man chuckled, "That is probably one of the last things you need to concern yourself with, my boy. The Potter family owns a great deal of farmland, and multiple homes, I don't know, at the moment how many of them are ready to move in. But that's something you can discuss with Sirius when you get off the Hogwarts Express, because I expect him to be completely exonerated by the Wizengamot before you get off the train. I know that he really wants to make up for the years you've lost because he made a bad decision all those years ago. I expect that he's planning to take you to Gringotts to take care of Potter family business, and make arrangements for your homes."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, "That would be good, the two of us getting comfortable with each other, Sirius loves me, but he hasn't seen me since I was a baby. And I had no idea I even had a Godfather, let alone what happened to him, until that night in the Shrieking Shack, and that wasn't exactly the best time to get to know each other."
Dumbledore grinned slightly, "Yes, I've heard that Dementors tend to put a damper on most conversations. But all of them have been returned to Azkaban, so you don't have to worry about that kind of interruption." Harry opened his mouth to bring up Snape, but the old man shook his head, "Severus is no longer in a position to interfere in your life, in fact, I would be surprised if you ever saw the man again. He's going to be dedicating his time to potions research, with the assistance of a recent graduate who passed the Potions NEWT to provide the catalyst when needed."
Harry grimaced, not happy that the greasy bastard wasn't being punished more, but then realized that Snape would be tortured every day, being depended on one of the 'dunderheads' to activate even the slightest of potions. After thinking about it, Harry grinned, and not a pleasant grin, contemplating the frustration Snape would have to deal with. Nodding, Harry said, "There's a part of me that thinks he should suffer even more for how he treated Neville and me, and the nonsense he let Malfoy and his goons get away with, but losing his magic is punishment enough, especially since he won't be in the classroom anymore."
A sharp knock on the door prevented the Headmaster from saying anything, and Nurse Pomfrey came bustling in, letting Dumbledore know that she was in charge here and was going to see to her patient! Albus shared an amused look with Harry, before gathering up the Pensieve and leaving the room.
Twenty minutes of tests later, the Matron had his fresh clothing brought in and told him he was free to go.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Approaching the Library
Sunday, June 25th, 1995
Ten Minutes Later
Pansy took a deep breath, trying to relax, this was far too important to make a mistake! As soon as Malfoy and the others grabbed their arms and screamed, before collapsing, she knew what had happened, and would have danced on the bleachers in happiness, especially knowing that both her parents would still have their magic, being smart enough to avoid You Know Who's insurrection the first time. And with Malfoy being squibbed, he was in no position to pressure her parents into a contract, especially one that gave Lucius control over the Parkinson businesses and vaults, hell no!
Pansy was honestly surprised that her father and mother agreed with her plan to make sure the family survived and prospered, and the public alliance with the 'Boy Who Lived' would be extremely useful. The fact that she was honestly excited about doing this just meant that she would get even more pleasure than normal. She had managed to slip a note into his hand as they brushed past each other, and all she had to do was wait for him. Checking the mirror by the door, she saw him in the matching mirror that she had hung near the ceiling to give her a view of people coming from both directions. Pansy saw Harry pause outside the door, and she nodded, recognizing the soft red color, pleased that he was sensible and making sure that he wasn't walking into a trap. Quickly casting the mouth-freshening charm, she opened the front of her robes just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her nude body. She wanted to make sure she had his complete attention after all.
As he reached for the door, she used her wand to open it enough for him to see her, and to walk through the entrance. She felt a shiver of excitement and the way his eyes took in her appearance, and the grin when he saw what she wasn't wearing. He walked into the classroom, locking and silencing the door behind him before turning to face her. "I have to say, Pansy, I do like the uniform, and if I was a prefect I'd be giving you and Slytherin so many points that even Snape would think I'm overdoing it. But, now that you have my attention, what's the occasion?"
She chuckled, "I'm glad you like it, and if this discussion goes well, you'll get to see a lot more of it. But first," she reached for her wand, pointing it to the ceiling. "I'm just using it to swear an oath, otherwise there's no way you would believe me."
Harry nodded, relaxing slightly, and she gripped her wand, "I, Pansy Imelda Parkinson, swear that everything I tell Harry James Potter will be the truth, and nothing we discuss will cause any harm to him or anybody he is close to. Let it be Said! Let it be So!" she said, and the wand tip flashed, showing magic accepted her oath. She knew that there were multiple loopholes in the wording of the oath, but since nothing went against the intent of the oath, which was to benefit the Parkinson Family, and the Potter Family, what's left of it, there shouldn't be any problems with the oath.
Looking him in the eye, she was a little surprised at the confidence in his eyes, she usually only saw something like that on the Quidditch Pitch, but this was just getting more interesting by the minute!
"To start with, my father's side of the family were never supporters of You Know Who, even though my uncle and several of their friends tried to pressure my father and mother. During the time after whatever your mother did damaged him, things weren't that serious, but this past year, ever since the Quidditch World Cup, almost all of the poor 'Imperious victims' were getting more and more excited because the Dark Mark has been getting darker for months. My parents were seriously considering transferring me to another school and moving the business out of England, because Lucius Malfoy and a few of the others were moving toward threatening my family if my Father didn't sign a marriage contract for Draco and I, one that would give Lucius free access to the businesses and, more importantly, the family vaults."
"That explains you wanting to talk to me in private, but, other than providing me a show, is the reason for the uniform change?"
Pansy smirked, "I'm sure you've figured it out, but just in case, because of what you did last night, the Parkinson family, and more specifically, owes you a massive dept, and, after getting the approval of my Father, I'm offering you my body for the rest of the day, and before you say anything, it was my idea how to repay you. This is only a one-time offer, if you want to keep things going, then we need to formalize a few things, nothing I think you'll have any problems with. You see, I'd decided after the mess with the Basilisk two years ago that if I had the chance to go to your bed, I'd do it!" She shifted position and shrugged, her robes sliding off her shoulders and landing on the desk, leaving her completely naked, her pubic hair trimmed into a neat triangle, her pussy lips swollen and pulling apart with the signs of her arousal. Walking forward, she captured his eyes and said, "I'm not a virgin, I haven't been in almost a year, I've got a lot of experience sucking cock, and I've even learned to take a buggering and enjoy it." Seeing him harden under his trousers, she grinned, "I see you like that idea, don't you? And, if we can come to an agreement, I have no problem using my fingers and mouth to get your wife ready for you."
"Okay, things are going way too fast right now. I can understand wanting to pay a debt with your body, it's happened plenty of times before, and yes, I'm looking forward to both of us enjoying ourselves very soon. But talking about going down on whoever my wife might be? Why don't you stop playing games and we can discuss this rationally?"
The smile dropped from Pansy's face, and she reached back for her robes, only to stop when Harry said, "I didn't tell you to cover up, did I? You can talk without getting dressed, and I was enjoying the view."
She couldn't help her lips twitching as she tried to keep her grin from showing. He hasn't said no, which is the important part.
Sitting on the top of the teacher's desk, she straightened her back, giving him a good look at her tits and spreading her legs so he could see how wet she was. Looking at him, she said, "Okay, please remember that the offer for today is still my idea, because I have fingered myself quite a few times picturing you taking me and making me love it. And as far as things between you and I, that would be enough, but, it has to do with the Pureblood families, and their alliances. I mentioned that my father and mother never supported the idiot Dark Lord, and publicly were part of the Neutral block on the Wizengamot." She didn't like the look of confusion on his face and made a mental note to go back to that, but for now, "It would have been too Dangerous to declare for the Light Side. But with the idiot permanently gone my Father can make the move which I support by the way. My behavior the last few years has been a matter of blending in with the scenery, and I do apologize for that."
He actually grinned, "I understand blending in, and honestly, you weren't as bad as the others. That doesn't mean, though, that I'm not looking forward to putting you over my lap and seeing how red your arse gets from spanking."
Pansy had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at the flash of images that hit her, her hand drifting between her legs and stroking her pussy, her fingers slick and wet with her juices. She would have kept going but she heard Harry clearing his throat, getting her attention. She looked up, starting to stammer something, an apology, an explanation, something, but he just grinned,
"I can you are looking forward to the spanking as much as I am, but that's for later. It looks like you've gotten your fingers messy, so go ahead and lick them clean, I want to watch you enjoying your taste." She grinned happily, raising her sticky fingers to her mouth and licking each one clean, sucking them like they were a miniature cock until they were all clean.
"Very good, now what were you saying about your Father declaring for the Light?" Pansy was amazed that Harry kept his voice steady when she could clearly see his cock straining against the cloth of his trousers.
Pulling her eyes away, she said, "My father has wanted to shift the family to the Light for several years, but wasn't able to for internal family reasons, and if he were to switch now, people would doubt it was anything more than grabbing an opportunity to make the family look good. However, if there was an alliance between the Potter-Longbottom Alliance and the Parkinson Family, especially if there was a bond between the houses, it would be more easily accepted, and the Light and Neutral Families would be willing to do business with our House, improving our balance with Gringotts, which would improve the Potter's Alliance finances as well."
He looked at her steadily for a long moment before nodding, "It's going to be a few weeks, at least, before I can discuss anything like an Alliance with your Father, my guardian was unable to take his position for the last several years, so I need to find out the status of the Alliance, as well as it's purposes and goals, and match that against the Parkinson goals. But as long as things work out, I can see us bringing our families closer together. But what sort of bond were you thinking between the two of us? From what you said about using your mouth on my wife, a marriage contract isn't what you are after, is it?"
Pansy shook her head, "No it's not. Don't misunderstand me, I would have no problems being Lady Potter, but because the debt exists between us and I've acknowledged it, once we get to the contract between us, the magic of the debt will bind me to you as a concubine."
His smile widened, "Well then, you've got some work to do, don't you Pansy?"
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Empty Classroom
Sunday, June 25th, 1995
Immediately after the last scene
Harry couldn't believe what was happening since he left the Hospital Wing. The quick smile when he saw Narcissa leaving the Great Hall with Draco and Lucius, the smile was just for him so he just nodded politely, his face impassive. Looking into the Hall he looked for Ron and Hermione, but neither of them was at the Gryffindor table. Not wanting a lot of attention, not until he was able to understand just what happened in the Graveyard. Turning around before anybody at the Gryffindor table noticed him, he thought he had succeeded, until he felt Pansy brush passed him, putting a piece of paper in his hand. When he was able to reach privacy he read the note and was intrigued enough to head in the direction of the Library.
As soon as the door closed behind him and he got a good look at what Pansy wasn't wearing, a part of him leaped to attention immediately, but fortunately, thanks to the loss of the mess in his scar, he was able to concentrate a lot easier. As he listened to what she was saying, and what she wasn't saying, but he could hear it in his mind, he could understand and accept the reason for the offer. To be honest, Pansy would have needed to look like Bulstrode for him to turn her down, especially since her entire being was practically shivering with eagerness. He wanted to laugh at her reaction to the spanking in her future and almost asked her if she would prefer to earn a spanking for being a good girl? But he held back, they would have plenty of time to decide when she would get a spanking, because unless there was serious conflict between the Potter-Longbottom Alliance (and it would have been nice of Neville to mention it, but his dorm mate was so shy most of the time he wouldn't start a conversation about something family related) and the Parkinson family, Pansy would be the Potter Concubine when she got on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st. Of course, would need to make sure Hermione understands the nature of the Concubine bond, and why Pansy took the bond, but that was for another day.
He could have laughed at how Pansy jumped when he told her she had work to do, and before he knew it, she was taking his clothes off, leaving him just as naked as she was. Although she did give him a curious look when she found the pair of knickers that Narcissa had given him, and he just grinned and said, "You aren't the first person to want to thank me, and I'm sure you won't be the last. Shall I ask each of them for a pair of their knickers as well? Because there's a possibility that my concubine would be involved in any displays of gratitude." Pansy didn't answer, but the glazed look in her eyes said that she would have no objections at all to having sex with another girl or two. And Harry was really looking forward to seeing her and another girl having sex in front of him. He had seen pictures in the magazines that the twins smuggled into the dorms, but seeing it happen in the flesh, was something he was eager to experience.
Once they were completely nude, she took him by the hand and led him to a transfigured bed and carpeted flooring. Sitting him down, she moved his legs apart and knelt down, smiling as she wrapped her hands around his shaft. Placing a kiss on the head, she started stroking him, her tongue licking all of the head of his cock, before opening her mouth and taking him in, closing her lips around him and sucking as she pulled back. Her hands were busy stroking him and the other was fondling his sac, sending enjoyable feelings all through his body. He didn't want to compare her with Narcissa, but Draco's mother had more experience, but Pansy had the enthusiasm that made it even better! Looking down into her eyes, he was a little surprised at the absolute contentment in Pansy's eyes, and just like he somehow knew her feelings about being spanked by him, he saw her naked and collared, kneeling at his feet in the Gryffindor Common Room, but there were other Slytherin witches there, wearing exactly what Pansy was wearing, and just as content. Harry did wonder how accurate her vision of Daphne Greengrass's naked body was? He had wanked several times imagining Daphne in the same position Pansy was in, but wrapping her baps around his cock and moved so he was shagging her tits, sliding his cock into Daphne's mouth until the feeling was overwhelming, suddenly aware that it was his body, not his fantasy, that was about to explode, and he managed to gasp out Pansy's name, and she took him further into her mouth and his cock swelled, filling Pansy's mouth as she swallowed. He was impressed that she was able to swallow everything, but as he finished, she stiffened, letting his cock, still hard, to fall from her mouth as she collapsed on the carpeting, smiling widely before swearing and babbling happily, her body shuddering as she hit her peak multiple times, until she just lay there, panting.
Harry watched as Pansy took a journey to her Happy Place and returned, her eyes clearing but still with a smile on her face. "Wow! Just wow! That's never happened before, I was lucky if I got a tingle of pleasure, but that was a real toe-curler! I hope you don't mind, but there are a couple of girls that would love to be in my position, so don't be surprised if you hear from a few other girls in the Snake Pit!"
He knew that he should probably want to keep things quiet, at least for the rest of the school year, but then he realized she was talking about other sexy girls naked and giving him a knobber, why would he object to that? Smiling at her, he said, "I don't mind you sharing the information with other girls, but you need to swear them to secrecy. I'm very glad you enjoyed yourself, I did too, but you don't think you are finished, do you?"
Reaching out, he took her hand and pulled her to her feet, before guiding her so she was lying across his lap, one hand holding both of her wrists together behind her back. Harry could feel her quivering with excitement and she was soaking his lap with her juices she was so aroused. "I'm just going to give you three swats when we get to the point of bonding, then we'll set what you have to do to earn your spankings." He felt her surprise when he realized that Pansy enjoyed being spanked and her excitement practically doubled!
With his free hand, Harry rubbed the soft skin of her arse, groping the cheeks, sliding his fingers between her legs and stroking her quim, moving so his thumb found and rubbed her clit, drawing a sigh of pleasure from her throat as she tightened around his fingers. Sliding them free, he raised his hand and quickly brought it down on her left cheek with a loud 'SMACK!' pulling a gasp from Pansy.
The next 'SMACK!' was at the base of her arse, hitting both cheeks, Pansy was whispering something, listening closely, he smirked as he made out, "Thank you Lord Potter, may your concubine have another?"
His hand landed on her right cheek, making her words louder, and she cried out blissfully as he worked his fingers into her pussy, rubbing the inner walls making them clench around him and he put pressure as he rubbed her nub until she stiffened with happy nonsense rushing from her mouth. He had no idea how long Pansy was out of her mind, but eventually, her eyes cleared and the smile was frozen in place.
"I don't even have to ask if you enjoyed that, do I?" She shook her head emphatically, and he said, "Then move onto the bed on your hands and knees, I'm looking forward to seeing you stretched around my cock. But are you are the potion or do you need the spell cast?"
She opened her mouth and tried to talk, but shook her head and tried again, licking her dry lips "I'm on the potion, Lord Potter, but thank you for checking." As she spoke, she moved onto the bed and took the position he wanted. The mattress pressed down when he climbed up behind her and rubbed his cock against her swollen pussy lips and pressed forward, her walls gripping him as he filled her. Pansy started breathing heavier, he picked up the pace, sliding into her as she moved back, their hips slapping together as they found their rhythm. Pushing forward, he buried his cock in her pussy, his hands reaching around and fondling her tits, tweaking and tugging her nipples, while she rubbed her pussy with her free hand. Sometime later, they slammed together, Harry's cock swelling and filling her with his cum, and Pansy shrieked as her pleasure crashed over her, falling into yet another climax.
Harry was breathing harder, as he pulled out and rolled over on the bed. His cock was still hard, but Pansy was out of her mind with pleasure, so he waited for her to recover before they moved on. She claimed to enjoy a buggering, and he was looking forward to experiencing it himself. He didn't know where the preparation spells came from, but the knowledge of how to get Pansy cleaned out, stretched, and lubricated so there was nothing but pleasure. Just looking at her, he knew that he was going to want to bugger her regularly. And with a concubine, he needs to find out what the Potter family requires in the Lady Potter, and if having a concubine requires that he choose a consort as well. There are so many different requirements for the Multiple Marriage Law, hopefully, Sirius will know where his dad kept the family records so he can start learning how to be the Head of the Potter family. He snorted, 24 hours ago he just wanted to survive the tournament and maybe find a way to apologize to Parvati for the Yule Ball, but he was just under so much stress he could barely function. Hopefully, she'll listen to his apology, and they can see if there's anything to build on between them.
He was still thinking about what he needed to do when he dozed off, and soon his snores were joined by Pansy's, as they fell into the arms of Morpheus.
End Chapter One
