A lot can change in twenty years.

Twenty years ago, Susan Bones was not the Minister of Magic, and Harry Potter did not sit as the Head Auror. He was just a student, a boy at the right place and right time during the Battle of Hogwarts. He wasn't married to Ginny, or seen as the magical world's greatest hero. He wasn't so worshipped that every other member of Dumbledore's Army, barring his own inner circle, was forgotten in his shadow.

Like James Michael.

James had practically been born in the great Harry Potter's shadow. His parents would always compare their son to the famed hero, demanding James reach the same legendary status that Harry's name had before either of their first years.

Even his own name was left in the shadow of the great Potter. No one cared for James Michael when Harry's father was still being praised and worshipped, almost as much as his son.

James Michael still tried to make a name for himself, to carve out a piece of fame and power for himself. Despite James joining Dumbledore's Army, even though it was more for the knowledge and glory than any sense of duty or admiration for Harry, he was still ignored and forgotten.

He was just a nameless, faceless extra in the epic tale around Harry Potter. A footnote, something forgotten and meaningless.

Even though James worked so hard to get to where he was, even though her earned his place in the Department of Magic after the Battle of Hogwarts, he was so often forgotten about.

He was an excellent Auror. A fantastic one, but it didn't matter. It did not matter how skilled or talented he was. Second place to Harry Potter meant he shouldn't have even bothered.

He joined after the Battle of Hogwarts, right after Harry and Susan joined. They made headline news. He did not. They are seen as living legends, he's just a fun fact, a piece of trivia.

A lot can happen in twenty years. Twenty years of stewing in jealousy and hate, seeing an undeserving prick being worshipped and loved by thousands twisted James. It left him bitter, and hungry for justice.

He wanted to make Harry Potter suffer, to take away everything he loved and to leave Harry forgotten by time. He would make the legend suffer, and he knew just where to start.

Ginevra 'Ginny' Potter, the man's wife. The beautiful redhead, and soon, the first woman to betray Potter and join James.

Ginny was out shopping when James tracked her down. She would have looked like just another woman were it not for her striking, red hair and her gorgeous figure. Life as an adult had been good to her.

Not only was she wealthy and respected, she was also absolutely beautiful in her own way. A woman with long, fiery hair that stretched down her back, with a figure of a 'girl next door.' She might not have been a buxom model, or have an otherworldly sense of beauty like some girls tricked by Potter, but she was good looking, with soft features that made her approachable and easy on the eyes.

The way she casually walked from store to store, the living embodiment of a doting wife happy to serve her man… She painted fantasies in James' mind, and he couldn't wait to bring them to life. All it would take was for her will to break and her new reality to set in.

First things first, he had to get her somewhere private.

"Ginny?" James called out to her, and Ginny turned her head to see him walking towards her. She smiled, and he returned the gesture even though he saw right through her grin.

"Oh, hello there." She didn't recognize him. Despite spending years by her side, despite fighting by her in a war, Ginny did not know who James was. Perhaps all there was, was a fleeting sense of familiarity. James had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from scowling. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I just needed help with some directions."

She was so trusting, even as he reached into his robes' pocket. After all, the Second Wizarding War was long over and peace had hung over the land for so long. Crime was the lowest it had been in years, no doubt because of her husband. Of course she was so trusting.

"Stupefy." A spell James was rather proud to cast, and why wouldn't he? He was amazing at it. Quick and fast, his wand cut through the air and his spell shot into Ginny. She stood on wobbly, noodle-like legs, before falling into his arms.

It had all happened so fast, no one noticed the man carrying his friend out of the shopping district. If they did see the two, no one did anything. It just looked like James was just a good samaritan helping a sleeping, exhausted woman out. No one disturbed them as they vanished from the busy streets, slipping into the shadows.

There was something to be said of Muggle tools. Of course magic was superior, but there was a fun to be had with Muggle tools, if they were used for the right reason.

For example, handcuffs to keep her hands behind her back, far from her wand, and similar cuffs to keep her feet together, but with enough give so her legs could spread apart.

James also took a certain pleasure out of cutting Ginny's clothes off with a pair of scissors, slicing away at the fabric and peeling the clothes off of her.

He paused for a moment, and he admired the way her underwear accented her body. The bra and panties were actually surprisingly daring. The bra was frilly and pink, almost adorable in a way, while her panties were black as night, with a single heart right over where her clit would be.

James gave both of her breasts and even her pussy a quick feel. He felt the tender and warm flesh just below the clothes, before he cut both of them off of Ginny's body and tossed them aside.

The final stage of his plan, before he woke Ginny up, was only thanks to more tools from the Muggle world. He taped two small, pink, pill-shaped vibrators to her supple breasts, placing them against her nipples as he held the remote in his hand. Once she was ready, he ushered her awake with a kiss.

He captured her lips with his, gently nibbling and pulling on the soft, pillowy lips. He gave her a gentle bite as she began to stir, and once his tongue was past her lips, and smacking against her own tongue, she began to stir awake.

Ginny didn't know what to do at first. James was shocked to feel her kiss back for a moment. He felt her tongue slowly poking his, slowly licking back. She might have thought he was Harry for a moment, or perhaps she was just weak and confused from his spell. Either way, she soon realized just what was happening, gasping as James' tongue licked her teeth.

She tried to push him back, but of course that failed. All she could do was wriggle on his bed like a worm, a muffled cry flooding into his mouth. He didn't mind, though. She could scream until her lungs gave out, his home was enchanted, and no one was even around to hear the cries.

He had her at his mercy, and he made sure she knew that as he broke the kiss. "Hello, Ginny."

"W-who the bloody hell are you?! Let me go n-!"

He slapped her across her face, and oh, how amazing it felt. The blow was swift and painful enough to silence her as James explained.

"My name is James Michael, but you don't recognize the name, do you?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I was one of the soldiers in Dumbledore's Army, fighting and learning by your side. Watching you beg for Potter's attention even then."

Her eyes widened, and he smirked at her. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm doing this. Why you're here, bound and naked." Her cheeks burned as red as her hair. She must not have realized her state of dress, or lack thereof, until he pointed it out. How hilarious.

"The answer is simple. I want what Harry Potter has, and that starts with you."

"You're ma-mmph!" Another kiss to silence her. She had a fiery spirit and will, but he was sure that could be put out quickly. As they kissed, James' hand slipped into his robes. He found the remote where he left it, and with a simple flick of the finger, each of the vibrators began to hum to life.

Ginny's eyes widened again, and she moaned into his mouth as his tongue tasted her sweet saliva. She tasted delicious, but he pushed that thought aside for later. For now, he just wanted to enjoy his prey.

The vibrators did their job well. James broke the kiss to listen to her moans, watching her shake as the pills sent shockwaves of pleasure through her whole body. She tried to tear them off of her, but her hands were bound, and try as she might, all she accomplished was hurting her own wrists.

James laid his body beside hers, watching her bite her lower lip to keep from moaning. It failed, and her moans just spilled from her sealed lips, muffled, but loud enough for them both to hear. The man placed a hand on Ginny's naked chest, brushing the tips of his fingers against one of the vibrators, before he slid down her stomach. He reached her pussy, and he played with his food, placing a single finger on her clit and gently massaging and rubbing it.

Ginny's moans grew louder, and he laughed at how easily played with the woman was. It seemed like Harry was not a good lover to her. For shame.

James rubbed her clit with his middle finger, watching her writhe and quiver as he barely put any real thought or skill to his hand. He had been with many girls these last few years, so all of this was natural for him. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut as her face began to turn red. She was trying to fight him, trying to resist the pure, carnal pleasure coursing through her.

It was honestly adorable, and James made sure to savor that beautiful face drowning in denial. He wanted to remember her last moments before he broke her. After a moment, he moved his hands between her thighs, trying to finger her pussy. She did her best to keep her legs sealed, but he was clearly stronger than her.

His fingers pushed into her pussy, and Ginny finally let out a loud moan. James thrust a single finger into her, gently and slowly at first, before he began to pick up speed. That pleasure mixed with the vibrators humming on her chest, and Ginny was defenseless as her moans filled the room.

"I'm going to break you, Ginny," he promised her. "I'm going to make you into my little whore, my slut, and the best part is I'm not going to use any magic to do it. You're going to want to be my slut by the end of this."

"N-never!" she spat back, and he chuckled, admiring her spirit.

James pulled his finger out of Ginny's pussy, and he admired the way it glistened with her juices. He brought it to his mouth, and he made sure Ginny could see him lick it. Her face was a fiery, burning red as her eyes widened.

"You taste good. Here, have a taste." James brought his finger to her lips, but before he got too close, he grinned. "If you try and bite me, I'll fuck your ass right now, raw and hard, but if you just have a taste I won't. I might even take off the vibrators."

He could see the internal argument Ginny was going through. Her lips were sealed as he gently stroked her lower lip, painting it with her juices, before she slowly opened her mouth. She looked away with shame and embarrassment as she stuck out her tongue. James chuckled as he pushed his middle finger into her mouth, rubbing it against the top of her tongue, slowly exploring her moist mouth.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about the taste. She just wanted this to end. Ginny told herself to focus her mind on something else, on anything else but the sweet taste in her mouth. She thought of her husband, Harry, and she prayed he would come to her any second to save her from this disgusting pervert.

Ginny was so lost to her thoughts that she didn't even notice how her tongue was gently smacking against James' finger. He brought two more fingers into Ginny's mouth, letting her lick and lap at them, coating them in her saliva. He felt her teeth, her tongue, the walls of her mouth, before he yanked her jaw down.

There was no real reason to. He just wanted to hurt the slut, to remind her where she was and what was going to happen to her. While James was certainly attracted to the woman, there was still a special hate associated with her. She was Potter's wife, his slut. He loved her, and she loved him, and their love disgusted him.

He wanted nothing more than to burn that love to ashes and reduce Ginny to his slave. No, not just his slave, the lowest woman in his harem. The bottom bitch. He was going to break Ginny to the point that she would rather by the lowest slave than Harry's wife.

Ginny groaned in pain when he pulled on her mouth, before her eyes shot open as he stuck his fingers down her throat. He pulled out as she choked on them, gasping for air and shaking with panic. He pulled his fingers out and he watched with a sadistic grin as Ginny began to cough gasping for air.

"Very impressive, Ginny. You've made my fingers nice and wet for the next part."

"N-next part?" she coughed, before he slowly brought his hand down her body. Her eyes widened as she stared into his, realizing what he was doing. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was a moan of pleasure mixed with a scream of pain.

James thrust all three of his fingers into her, watching as she cried out and trembled on his bed. She tried to escape, but he had her. He fngerfucked her as his other hand found the remote in his pocket. He turned the vibrators up, letting them rub against her nipples at their maximum speed.

Ginny screamed as he attacked her from both angles. The vibrators rubbing her nipples into tiny, hard points as his fingers stretched her pussy.

"Sounds to me that my fingers are bigger than Potter's prick. Am I right, slut?" James teased, watching her shake. Her moans were loud and clear, filling the room with the loud hum of the vibrators.

"S-stop! Stop! St-ahhh!" Judging from her screams, he knew what was coming up next, and his dick throbbed with excitement. He kept his thrusts going, faster and faster, moving like a piston as her juices sprayed his fingers.

He pushed her over the edge. He made her cum right there on the spot, screaming in ecstacy. It was a sweet sound, one that he would be hearing many more times throughout the night. James pulled his soaking fingers from her pussy and admired them, before looking at Ginny's face.

She was panting, eyes rolled into her skull as the vibrators continued to rub against her nipples. In a way, she almost looked possessed. The pleasure kept coursing through her body, even as she had no voice left to scream. Little aftershocks of pleasure that made her body quiver, and her pussy tremble with need.

"We are far from done," James promised, wiping his hand on her fiery, red locks. Once his fingers were clean, and her hair was wet with her own juices, James began to turn the vibrators off and remove them from her body.

She barely moved as he pulled the tape off of her. She uttered a small, whimpering moan as he gave her sore nipples a soft smack. It was amazing, and his penis was ready to burst out from his clothes to take her, but the fun had only just begun.

He bent down to a small bag he had by the bed and he put away the old toys as he picked up some new ones to use on Ginny. Once he had them out, he put them by Ginny's exhausted body and began to disrobe. His clothes came off quickly, and he left them on the ground as he smiled down at Ginny's open mouth.

"Who is your Master?" Her eyes widened, subtly, and rather than spit back any fire, she turned her head and trembled under his glare. She still had some fight in her, but it was barely anything. Her bond with Potter was hanging by a thread, and he was about to cut her loose.

He grabbed the next toy, a vibrating dildo, a bit smaller than his own cock. It was to help her get used to James' size before he fucked her, plus it would further drown her in pleasure. Without a word, the man held the device before her eyes, it's long, black shape catching her attention. Her green eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but he gently smacked the toy against her cheek, just hard enough to strike fear into her heart.

"The next words out of your mouth will be you begging for my cock, or I will show you real pain," James warned. He grinned. "Though, I'm sure you were about to comment how much bigger this dildo is than your husband." He laughed at the idea, before he brought the vibrating dildo to her pussy.

Once again, Ginny tried to close her legs and deny him her cunt, but a sharp and quick slap to her sore breasts broke that defense. He spread her legs apart and pushed the dildo into the woman, hearing her moan and whimper as it stretched her wet folds apart.

She moaned loudly, and even though no one could hear her, he still wanted to muffle that sweet voice. He kissed the woman, and she was too weak to fight against him, or to deny his tongue probing her mouth. He pushed his way past her pillowy lips and licked the inside of her mouth, coating it in his saliva as she gave up even trying to fight it.

His long, large tongue coated the inside of her mouth, and it slowly began to saw away at Ginny's heart. It cut away at the threads binding her to Harry. It tasted good. He, James, tasted good. The dildo in her pussy, not even turned on yet, felt good. It was all so good, and it broke Ginny with every passing second.

James let out a quiet moan as he felt Ginny's soft lips on his. He rather liked the feel of them, but they wouldn't distract him from the main course. With a touch of button, the vibrator in the redhead's pussy came to life, giving a low hum as it began to quiver inside of her. She moaned into his mouth as her body trembled and her juices spilled onto the bed.

As the vibrator danced inside of her, and as his lips nibbled and sucked on hers, James used one of his hands to help the dildo along. He pushed it inside of Ginny, deeper and deeper, before pulling it back out. He thrusted it back and forth, letting it press against her inner walls and ready her pussy for his cock.

Ginny's eyes rolled into her skull again. All she saw was darkness as the vibrator brought her careening into another orgasm. She came, screaming into James' mouth, even as his tongue plunged down her throat.

Her body convulsed as she came, her orgasm rocking through her entire body. She humped the air, trying to push the vibrator deeper into her, and James was kind enough to meet her thrusts, making sure to push the dildo in time with her body.

No, not kindly! She told her mind to stop, but her body loved this. She had only ever had one orgasm with Harry whenever they made love. This… this was nothing like that. It wasn't love making, it was fucking, like animal, feral, and hot, and mind-meltingly amazing.

He broke the kiss suddenly, and Ginny felt shame hot on her cheeks as she realized her tongue tried to go after him, thirsty for the taste of his saliva. She let out a whimper as James' voice burned her ears.

"Your husband is weak. He doesn't deserve the fame and glory people give him. He's weak, pathetic, and a waste of your time."

No. No, no, no, she shook her head.

"When was the last time he pleased you?"

Months ago.

"When were you last happy with him? Satisfied with him?"

She's happy. She… she was happy with Harry, she was her childhood crush! She was happy with him, even if he didn't always satisfy her in bed. She didn't marry him for his dick, she loved him for his hea-Ahhh!

Her train of thought was derailed as James turned up the vibrations. The machine was going wild inside of her, shaking her bones as James pushed it into her. It rubbed against her pussy walls, but when it touched a particular cluster of nerves, it drove her mad.

Ginny was screaming bloody murder as the vibrator sent her into another climax. James allowed her to scream unimpeded as he brought his head down to lick and suck on her nipples. He gently nibbled on one, before giving it a lick, flicking it around with his tongue, and then sucking on it like a hungry child.

Ginny's body spasmed and twitched, pulling against the cuffs and making them dig into her. She was lost, gone, her mind and reduced to a mush as she climaxed again and again. James listened to her voice until she could no longer scream, reduced to an almost animal-like state as she humped the air, wetting his bed with her juices.

She couldn't see anything. Her vision had gone blurry, her brain too overheated to even try and make sense of what she saw. All it could focus on was what she felt. Pleasure. Sweet, maddening, ecstasy.

Her naked body rubbed against his as he found his own will weigning. He was no longer satisfied with just watching her be fucked or using toys on her. He wanted the real thing, and he would have it. James released her breasts with a loud pop, and he wiped his mouth as he glanced at the saliva coated nipple.

James smirked with pride, before he pulled the vibrator out of Ginny, making her finally cry out again, trembling as she was suddenly devoid of the plastic toy. She coughed and gasped for air as James used his wands to undo the cuffs holding her legs.

The idea of kicking him or even moving her legs didn't cross Ginny's mind. She was too sore, too broken. She needed to be repair and remade, and James knew exactly how to do that...

He got in position, trapping her legs between them as he leaned over her. Her legs twitched by his head as he rubbed the tip of his throbbing erection against her womanhood.

"I'm going to fuck you, Ginny. I'm going to fuck you until you're begging for more. Maybe if you're good, I'll even keep fucking you." He spat on her face, watching his spit land on her upper lip and drip down, into her mouth.

Ginny's mind was in shambles. She tried to think about her husband, but when her vision began to return to her, all she saw was James. The man smiled at her, and she slowly returned the gesture as he began to move his hips.

The tip of his dick kissed her entrance, and Ginny's sensitive body shivered. She sucked in air through her teeth, chest rising up and down as he slowly split her open. The vibrator had nothing to this size, to his girth, to the point that Ginny was sure she was about to break in two.

James was kind enough to go in slowly, even stopping when half of his shaft was inside the redhead. He hung over her, staring at her face as every inch of his cock broke her little mind.

"You're mine now, Ginny. Potter never deserved you. He's a worthless piece of shit. I'm your Master, and when I'm through with you, you're going to be leaving him for me. You'll obey my every command, no matter how depraved, and in return I'll fuck you." He slapped her chest, making her moan. "How does that sound, slut?"

Yes… A little voice in the back of Ginny's fucked mind realized how right he was. How good it would be to obey. Ginny's head nodded up and down as her tongue hung out of her mouth, licking the air.

"Ja-" She caught herself before his hand could come down and hit her. She swallowed spit down her throat as she called him by his proper title, her weak will crumpling against the dick halfway into her pussy. "Master…"

James grinned, and he gave the woman her reward. He thrust forward, violently and quickly, filling her with his shaft as she screamed in pleasure. She howled as he back his hips and shot forward again, fucking her pussy with reckless abandon.

The bed rocked as James delivered a savage series of pounding, hammering thrusts into the woman. He knew just where to hit. The bell-shaped tip of his cock pressed against her G-spot, hitting her again and again as she came.

Her orgasm shook her to her core, but it was soon followed by another and another. Like some kind of torture, he drove Ginny into climax after climax, watching her scream and moan for her Master.

Everytime she came, her pussy squeezed the long shaft. Her moist walls clamped down on his dick, squeezing and stroking it as he began to moan with her.

Their voices filled the room, mixing with the groans of the bed as James watched Potter's wife become his first slave. The final nail in the coffin was when he hesitated for just a single moment, and he felt her thrusting against him. She was bouncing along his dick, desperate for the pleasure.

The man smirked, his dark heart brimming with a sadistic joy. Victory was his, but he wanted to hear Ginny say it.

"You know what I want to hear, slut." James kept pounding into her with every sentence, wanting to hear her submission.

And he was right. Ginny did know. She knew that uttering those words would be a betrayal of everything she knew and loved. Her husband, her friends, everything, but the worst part was that she didn't know why she was even fighting it. Why resist? Did her friends matter to her more than James' cock pumping into her, or even better, his seed filling her womb?

The answer was obvious as Ginny parted her lips. "Master! I-I want your cock, Master! F-fuck me! Fuck me, Master, please!" James chuckled, his dick throbbing within her.

"What about your husband?"

"F-fuck him! I love you, Master! I-I want your cum! I want you! I need your cock, Mast-Ahh!" She screamed as she came once more, tongue hanging out of her mouth as James laughed.

"You want my cum?" She mewled, letting out a feeble cry as her head bounced up and down. "Then take it!" His cock spurted seed into her, letting the seed flood into her body and spill into her womb.

Ginny shirked, a smile painted on her face as she came like the whore James had turned her into. Her screams were music to his ears as he closed his eyes and savored this moment. Him, balls deep into Potter's wife, her; content and happy with her Master.

This was the first victory of many, many more.

Hours had passed, but the couple was still fucking long into the night. Or rather, Ginny's body was still being fucked by her Master. The man's muscles and strength kept him going as her weak body gave in to him, offering every inch of her flesh as he plowed her pussy.

Her arms had been freed long ago, and they laid limply by her head as James fucked her face into a pillow, slapping her ass until both cheeks were a bright red. Ginny let out the tiniest mewls and whimpers, drool spilling onto the pillow as James grabbed at her hips.

He slammed her ass against his body as he came inside of her pussy. The couple had long lost count as James took a long, deep breath. He was finally spent, for now, at least. He pulled his erection out of Ginny as the woman let out a silent scream and came one last time.

Their mix of cum spilled onto the bed, and James dropped her, letting her lower half wallow in the mess as he sat by the woman's head. She let out a tired groan, her voice having long grown hoarse. James took her long hair in his hand and he wiped his dick against it, slowly wiping it clean as he smiled down at her.

"Not bad, slut. Not the best fuck I've ever had, but you did fine." Once he was done, he dropped her hair and leaned his head back with a relaxed sigh. "You'll be leaving your husband, of course, and you'll be helping me gather more slaves. Won't you?"

It hurt for her to speak, and he knew it. Still, if he expected an answer, he would get one. Ginny lifted her herself up on shaky, weak arms to turn herself over. She laid on her back, legs wet and sticky with his thick seed. Her hair clung to her sweaty face as she aimed her emerald eyes at her Master.

She smiled, a pure smile, the kind she used to give Harry. Never again. James was her Master, and her love, and her everything. Of course she would help him, even if took betraying her closest friends and loved ones.

"Of course, Master."

James grinned, leaning his back against the wall as he watched Ginny fall asleep, too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Soon he would be out of Potter's shadow, and the world would be his to enjoy.

When he was finished, Harry Potter would be nothing more than a memory, and James Michael would finally be worshipped as he had always deserved to be.