Whirlwind in Time
Harry stood within his new private dorm room in Slytherin, his wand clasped in his hand as he mentally went over the days events. Everything from the battle with Voldemort, to arriving in the past had taken its toll on him.
He looked down at the knotted wand in his grasp, knowing exactly what it was he held. It was the strongest wand in the world, one of the Deathly Hallows, and something he had taken from Voldemort in the last moments of their duel.
'The Elder Wand.' He thought, turning it over in his hand to inspect it. 'To think I somehow held on to it despite dying and ending up here.'
He thought back to his run-in with Death in the afterlife, and the strange interaction that led to him waking up on the Hogwarts express. From there he had met Bellatrix, then Amelia and Marlene, and from there he'd been sorted into Slytherin only to meet Narcissa and Andromeda. And last came the biggest suprise of them all, being Emily Riddle.
His hand clenched around the Elder Wand, a feeling of frustration erupting within him of the mere thought of her. He wanted to fight Tom Riddle, and it had been the only reason for his existence thus far. But instead Harry felt as if he had been duped by this stranger.
He heard a creak behind him, the sound of the door being opened hesitantly. "M-My Lord?"
It seemed that Bellatrix wanted to speak with him, and Harry was unsure of what to do with the witch. He still hated her, or at least the version from his old world, but this new version of Bellatrix seemed to have a gained an obsession with him already.
"Come in, Bellatrix."
She entered his private room, wearing a silk nightgown that wonderfully wrapped around her curvy form. He let his eyes take it all in, from her big breasts straining the fabric, to the flair of her hips and thick thighs. The woman shivered under his gaze, her expression conveying her own lust for him.
"I am glad that you were sorted into Slytherin, my Lord." She bowed low, allowing him to get a good look of her large cleavage.
"Erm-Thanks." Harry said awkwardly, not entirely used to her behavior. "Why don't you have a seat."
He still remembered the old Bellatrix that he knew, the insane woman who had spent years locked away in Azkaban. Yet the one in front of him was nothing like that, albeit for the insane devotion she seemed to have for him instead of for Voldemort.
Bellatrix went and sat on his bed, eyeing him with a heated gaze as he went about finishing setting up his room. He knew that he had used her on the train, and it was wrong for him to do that, but now he wasn't entirely sure what to do with her.
'I guess the best thing is for me to keep her around.' Harry thought, knowing it was better for her to worship him than Voldemort. But he still didn't know her goals, ambitions, and truly what she was like as a person. "Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Bellatrix?"
"Of course, my Lord."
Harry paused. "You can just call me Harry, none of this Lord stuff."
"Oh." She seemed to pause. "Then you should call me Bella then."
He moved and sat next to her on his bed, not exactly touching her but close enough that it could be called intimate. Harry knew she probably wanted sex, or at least some sort of intimate interaction, but he wanted to figure things out first.
"What is it you want in life, Bella?"
The witch shivered beside him at the use of her name, almost as if it gave her pleasure. "I want to become a powerful Witch, my L- Harry. "
She quickly stopped mid sentence and correctly used his name, but Harry ignored it, nodding at her answer. "Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why is it you wish to become powerful?" Harry questioned. "What specifically do you wish to do with that power?"
"I am from a powerful family, one I take pride in, and wish to uphold its reputation by becoming powerful." Bella answered fervently. "And if you will help me do this, then I will gladly serve you."
"You wish to uphold the honor of House Black then?"
"I do."
"And what other reasons are there for you to serve me?" He asked. "Surely you're not just serving me for your own personal gain?"
"No, of course not!" Bella looked horrified at that thought.
"Then what other reasons are there?"
Bella swallowed thickly, looking away as if in deep turmoil. "My sisters."
"Your sisters?" Harry questioned oddly, remembering Narcissa and Andromeda from dinner earlier. Now that he thought about it, it did seem odd that the three of them were so close, something he knew wasn't the case in his old world. "What about them?"
"Not many know this, but my sisters and I are magical triplets." Bella answered, and his eyes widened in shock. Harry knew that the three Black sisters were definitely not triplets in his old world. "We may not look the same, but we were all born together in a rare showcase of Black family magic."
"Interesting…" Harry hummed in thought, remembering the magical twins he had encountered over the years. Each pair had some sort of strange connection that was… magical in nature. For the Black sisters to be triplets- it certainly was interesting indeed.
"And what is it about your sisters that makes you crave power?"
"I want to protect them." Bella answered. "I want to uphold the legacy and pride of House Black while allowing them to live their own lives, and in order to do that I need to gain power. When that happens, Cissy and Andy can live out their lives however they want."
He let his hand drift as she spoke, letting it rest on her plump thigh. It sunk into her soft skin, as Harry felt himself relax more around Bellatrix. It seemed his worries had been all for nothing if all she wanted to do was protect her sisters. "That seems like an admirable goal."
"Thank you." She bit her lip at his touch. "And what about you?"
"Me?" Harry blinked.
"Surely you have a reason for coming here." Bella said. "A wizard with power like yourself surely doesn't need to attend Hogwarts of all places. There surely is a reason you're here?"
'Emily Riddle ' A pair of familiar blue eyes from earlier flashed in his mind, and he grit his teeth. "There is a reason."
"I assume you don't wish to share your plan with me?" She asked with a pout. "I won't tell anyone…"
"And how can I be sure of that?"
She raised her wand, a twisted and knarly piece of wood. "How about an oath?"
His stomach knotted in worry. "I don't think it's necessary."
"But it's the best way for me to gain your trust."
"Let's just hold off on the oath for now." Harry replied.
"Fine." Bellatrix sighed. "You know, I didn't think our evening would turn out this way."
"How so?"
She gave him a flat look, before standing up and heading towards the door. "Most girls don't sneak into boys rooms dressed like this just to talk."
Harry heard her words, but he was too preoccupied with the mesmerizing sight of her big round ass as she walked away. He watched it with each step, the way it rippled and bounced with the slightest movement. She reached the door, her hand reaching for the knob, when he stopped her.
"Why don't you lay down on my bed."
Bella paused, before turning around and following his directions. She laid on her side, facing him, her body on display and ready for him to use as he wanted. Harry made his way over and pushed her flat to the bed, kneeling over her before pushing her nightgown up to get a good view of her big bum.
He licked his lips at the sight of her fat ass. Two creamy spheres of flesh waited for him, being perfectly round and big enough to use as pillows.
"You have a nice ass, Bella."
She bit her lip, her cheeks turning red. "Thank you, my Lord."
SMACK
"Oh!" Bellatrix moaned as he gave her ass a spank.
"What did I say about you calling me that?" Harry questioned, watching as her ass bounced and jiggled.
"Not to!" She squirmed in embarrassment. "Sorry, Harry."
"Good girl." Harry praised her, giving the spot he had spanked her ass a kiss.
He laid down next to her, and wrapped his arms around Bella before pulling her close. Her big bum collided with his crotch, and he felt his large clothed cock be smushed between the two cheeks. It was comfortable in this position, as he used her body for warmth like a giant pillow, before he pulled the sheets over the two of them and drifted off to sleep.
There had been much to do on such a busy evening, including the introduction of so many new first year students to Slytherin. It had been something that Horace Slughorn had done many times over the decades as Head of Slytherin House, and something he would continue to do for many years after.
He finished doing his final check on potion ingredients for the semester, knowing that he had everything needed in his classroom to begin teaching. He knew already that potions class this year would be enjoyable, especially with so many brave new faces to introduce to the art of potioneering.
It was then that he heard a knock on the door to his classroom, and Horace couldn't help but frown. It was late in the evening on the first night, and certainly no would should be out of bed at this hour. He worried that there must be an emergency, and swiftly made his way to the door before opening it.
He found himself surprised by the woman standing there. "Emily, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Good evening, Professor." She greeted with a polite smile. "May I come in?"
"Of course, come on in, my dear." Slughorn hastily led her in. "And you may use my name now, Horace."
"Thank you, Horace." She smiled. "And I feel that I must congratulate you on doing such a great job with all the new students arriving, especially the ones sorted into Slytherin."
"Oh, Emily, you don't have to thank me." He waved her kind words away, even if it was nice for him to be thanked for his hard work once and a while. "It should be me congratulating you, my dear, for becoming Hogwarts newest Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."
"How kind of you." She preened at his praise. "But there was a matter I wanted to speak to you about, pertaining to your gatherings. They are still going on, are they not?"
"Yes, they are, and I am quite looking forward to the ones this year." He proudly spoke, before looking at her with a knowing glint. "Ah, you wish to attend? Do not worry, I will gladly invite you."
"Thank you, Horace." Emily nodded gratefully. "And there is another person I would like you to invite, specifically a new student that has joined us."
"Oh, you must mean Mr. Beaumont?" Slughorn remembered one of Slytherin's newest transfer students from France. The boy was supposedly from one of France's richest and oldest pureblood families, someone he looked to collect.
"Actually, I was referring to Mr. Peverell."
"The new seventh year?" Slughorn frowned, trying to remember the boy's face before giving up. "I'm afraid that I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him."
"Neither have I." Emily stated. "In fact the boy is quite a mystery, but his family is known to have ancient standing. There are also rumors about his connections to House Black."
Her words set off alarms in his head, and Slughorn nearly drooled at the chance to meet and 'collect' such a young wizard. Few families had Ancient standing in wizarding society, something that gained their members near instant notoriety and respect at any pureblood event. The fact that he was close to House Black was just the icing on the cake.
"I will be sure to invite the boy then." Slughorn almost instantly answered. "If that will be all…"
"I will see myself out." Emily turned and began leaving the room. "Good night, Horace."
"You too, my dear."
Amelia sighed as she finally finished organizing her vanity in the messy Hufflepuff dorm. Her roommates might be messy and loud, but that didn't mean that Amelia was the same. Her part of the dorm room was probably the cleanest and most organized in this part of the castle.
She was different from her follow Hufflepuffs in that regard, being one of the top students and also having career ambitions beyond Hogwarts. Amelia wished to one day become an auror, based open her enjoyment of learning defense magic.
'I just hope the new Defense Professor is good. ' She thought, remembering the gorgeous new Professor Riddle, but also the terrifying feeling she got from the woman.
Amelia considered herself an excelled judge of character, and almost always was able to get a read of someone based on their first interaction. And yet Emily Riddle seemed like one of the most dangerous women she had ever seen, a certain darkness in her gaze that set Amelia on edge. She shivered at the thought of the woman, deciding to think about something else as she remembered the handsome new transfer student.
'Harry Peverell. ' The handsome emerald-eyed wizard appeared in her mind, and she felt herself blush. 'Just who are you? '
He had made quite the impression on her, even if they didn't interact for all that long. He seemed very polite and kind, with an undercurrent of power and integrity underlying his character. Peverell wasn't at all like any of the disgusting boys she had met at Hogwarts thus far, being a prime catch for any witch searching for a wizard.
She thought of her family, and their silent expectation for her to meet a wizard and get married after Hogwarts. It was an appealing thought, but something Amelia didn't really consider until now. And it just so happened that Peverell appeared right when she was looking for a husband, a coincidence that almost seemed magical.
Her mind suddenly brought up the image of Peverell from the opening feast, sitting at the Slytherin table, with Bellatrix Black sitting at his side. Amelia's rival had seemingly already laid claim on him, and she silently fumed over the thought of Black stealing her man.
'I would make a better wife than Bellatrix Black of all people.' Amelia fumed, unbuttoning her shirt as she stared at herself in her mirror, changing her clothes for bed.
She stared at her reflection with her shirt off. Her long red hair that reached far down her back, along with her blue eyes and strong features. Amelia knew she had the typical bitchy-highborn look that was typical among pureblood witches. But her strongest feature were the two huge, heavy melons that rested on her chest. Her breasts were huge, and the subject of jealousy for every girl in her year.
They weighed heavy on her spine, being two huge tits that her bra simply struggled to contain. Her breasts had no sag whatsoever, being teardrop shaped and damn near bigger than her head. Amelia had no doubt they were the ideal size for the male fantasy, and had caught many boys staring at them over the years. 'Surely Harry won't be able to resist these? '
She bit her lip at the thought, imagining Peverell as he worshipped and fondled her heavy breasts. No doubt he would enjoy them thoroughly, and she imagined him using her tits however he pleased.
Amelia would never degrade herself to being a whore, but would certainly go to great lengths to get Peverell out of Bellatrix's grasp if that's what it took. Even if that meant flaunting her body, then Amelia would begrudgingly use her assets to win him over.
Her mind went to the future, and the classes she might have with Peverell. Amelia knew that it was only a matter of time till another girl made a move on him, and decided in that moment she needed to get close to him soon in order to have a chance.
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