"So the cave is around here somewhere?" Rias asked as she flew next to Harry.
"Yes, it's right there, see?" Harry asked, pointing towards the opening in the cliffside.
With his firebolt under him, he was able to keep up with her well enough, though whether or not that was because she was flying slowly, she hadn't said. Looking over at the gorgeous redhead, he smiled, happy that he was able to go flying with her like this. The circumstances could have been better, but she was happy to help him track down the horcruxes, and he had to admit that the adventure of it was fun. As they landed inside the cave, Harry stored his broom in his mokeskin pouch and cast a quick lumos charm.
"It's not that big a cave, at least until we reach the barrier," he murmured.
"Barrier?" Rias asked.
"Nothing we can't through," Harry replied dismissively. "The true danger lies within."
"I can handle a few dozen zombies, I assure you," Rias chuckled.
They continued on for a couple minutes, and Harry found the spot that Tom had said he'd need to bleed on to get past. Wordlessly, he sliced his hand with a weak cutting charm and pressed it against the stone.
"I could have just destroyed the enchantment," Rias muttered as the entrance to the greater cave revealed itself.
"I don't mind bleeding a little to get what we came for, and there's going to be plenty for you to destroy further in," Harry replied, healing the shallow cut.
With his wand still drawn, he led her inside, appreciative of the fact that Voldemort hadn't seen fit to place any traps between the warded entrance and the true test that lay ahead. After about a minute, they found themselves in the main part of the cave, and Rias gasped at the sight.
"Oh, wow," she smiled, looking around.
"It's beautiful," Harry murmured, taking her hand. "Tom has a habit of corrupting beauty."
"Well, none of his 'corruption' here will survive past today," Rias said. Sensing the enchantments on the invisible boat, she asked, "I take it this boat is part of the trap?"
"There's a limit to how much power its occupants can possess," Harry replied. "If any more than a single adult wizard or witch tries to use it, it will carry them out to midway through this underground lake and fling them over. Truth be told, I don't know how it would react to you."
"Luckily, I don't need it," Rias grinned. "Come."
"Hmm?" Harry asked.
"I'll carry you over," Rias replied.
"I occasionally forget just how strong you are," Harry chuckled as she hugged him to her and flew up into the air.
"I'm just glad you aren't bothered by your girlfriend being strong enough to hold you," Rias laughed.
They landed on the small island, and Harry stilled as he realized immediately that something was wrong.
"I had wondered if your powers would negate things or not, but it seems we triggered the ward he set up against flight," he scowled. "In about a minute, the inferi are going to start rising from the lake."
"We knew it was a possibility," Rias shrugged, "and it's not like I didn't plan to destroy them all anyway. Oh my, this is actually an impressive bit of spellwork."
"The potion itself is complicated but not terribly so," Harry explained as he watched her get a feel for what the basin contained. "Voldemort was particularly impressed with himself over the enchantments on the basin. Getting it to keep replenishing unless the potion was specifically drank took him ages to figure out."
"Still, it's no match for the Power of Destruction," Rias smirked.
Her hand was immediately engulfed in crimson light, and she reached out to the enchantments on the basin, carefully undoing them bit by bit.
"Shit," Harry muttered as the first heads started poking above the water. "Glacius!"
An icy blast shot from his wand, instantly cooling the water to the point of freezing. The inferi whose heads had popped above it were held in place, and Harry quickly decapitated them. More and more of them started to rise to the surface, though, and those around the first few started breaking up the ice.
"Got it!" Rias exclaimed. "Grab the locket; I've got this."
"Happily," Harry muttered, letting her take his place as he moved toward the basin.
With the enchantments destroyed, it became possible to vanish the potion and reach inside, though the moment he did so, Harry realized that something was wrong. The diadem and cup had both had a distinct feel to them that he was able to sense from a distance much less up close. As he held the locket in his hand, he knew at once that it wasn't a horcrux.
"You weren't kidding about how many of these things there are," Rias called out as she unleashed another blast of destructive energy at one of the inferi.
She hit it directly, and it was atomized instantly, though those around it didn't react at all to the sudden destruction of one of their fellows. As they lurched forward, a shambling horde of rotting flesh held together by foul magic, they found themselves overmatched.
"A problem for later," Harry muttered to himself as he backed into her.
The inferi were coming from all sides, and though Rias was more than up to the task of eliminating them all, there was no harm in helping her. He unleashed a great wave of orange flame that engulfed all in its path, burning them to cinders. Back to back, the two of them fought, and the cave became alight with burning flame and crimson ruin. The zombies fell by the score, and soon enough, the cave was empty save for its two occupants, the basin, that somehow escaped their onslaught, and the burned remains of everything Harry had vanquished.
"You do know how to show a girl a good time," Rias laughed once it was clear that they'd dealt with the last of them.
"There's a village not far from here that we could almost certainly find a nice pub in if you want to make this a proper date," Harry offered.
"Alas, I need to get back to Kuoh," Rias sighed. "When we go get the ring, though, I'm holding you to that."
"I'm looking forward to it," Harry smiled. "Sadly, we did hit a bit of a snag here."
"What?" Rias asked.
"This," Harry muttered, pulling the locket out of his pocket, "is not a horcrux."
"What?" Rias repeated. "But you were sure…"
"Oh, it's a remarkable replica of the real thing, but this doesn't contain one of Tom's soul fragmen…" Harry trailed off as he opened the locket, and a small piece of folded parchment slipped out.
With his well-trained seeker's reflexes, he caught it and, opening it, read what was written on it, his eyes going wide as he did so.
"It seems we're not the only ones aware of how Voldemort survived death," Rias muttered.
"This is bad," Harry scowled. "If this R.A.B. managed to destroy the damn thing, then that leaves us with one fewer horcrux for Sirzechs to practice on."
"These things aren't easy for mortals to destroy," Rias said softly, "and it's entirely possible that he failed, though that would leave us with another problem. Do you know who this R.A.B. might be?"
"No," Harry replied, "though I know someone who will. Watch for a moment?"
"Of course," Rias replied as Harry sat down and closed his eyes.
"AHH!" Voldemort raged in his mind. "That traitorous filth! I hope he was torn limb from limb by my inferi!"
"Who was he?" Harry asked.
"Regulus Black," Voldemort replied, reluctance written all over his face. "You're wretched godfather's brother."
"That gives me a lead then," Harry mused. "How did he figure it out anyway?"
"I used his house elf to test my defenses on the basin and clear the potion away so I could place the locket inside it," Voldemort replied. "The little wretch must have survived and told his master what happened. How though? No one could apparate in and out of the cave; I made sure of that, and he was on the verge of death when I left him."
"House elf magic differs from our own, you idiot," Harry replied snidely. "Did you really not check to see if your wards worked on them before bringing one in?"
Voldemort glared murderously at him. "He likely failed, you know. The Blacks might know enough of dark magic to know what horcruxes are, but few know the ways to destroy them. If he spirited the locket away, it was likely lost, meaning that I truly will live forever."
"Or, he left it with his house elf, and I just need to get Sirius, as the elf's new master, to summon him," Harry grinned.
"You'll fail," Voldemort hissed, "just as you'll fail to keep the interest of that creature you're so infatuated with. You're unfathomably weak compared to her, and it is power her kind value above all else. I might have been wary of tangling with the devils, but I always admired their straightforward nature."
"Just because you're a lunatic who sees people solely for their utility doesn't mean that everyone else is," Harry scoffed.
"Her utility is what drew you to her at all," Voldemort smirked. "Her beauty, her power, the pleasure she gives you, these are what interest you, boy. Those things and your insipid fascination with her ability to fly under her own power, as though you couldn't also learn such an ability."
"You can fly without a broom?" Harry asked, ignoring his other comments.
"It took me decades to learn, but I managed it a few months before that fateful Halloween night," Voldemort replied.
"You're going to teach me," Harry commanded, making his enemy glare at him hatefully, "but not just yet."
"He's Sirius' brother," Harry said as he opened his eyes.
"Your godfather?" Rias asked. "That's convenient."
"Well, yes and no," Harry replied. "Getting in contact with him can be challenging, and if he'll need to return to Britain to help with this, that will take a while and not be without risks."
"Akeno and I can help move him about stealthily if needed," Rias offered.
"Thank you, though I'll have to fill him in a few things first," Harry chuckled.
"Right," Rias smiled. "Anyway, this trip wasn't a total bust. We wiped out the zombies and have a solid lead on the location of another horcrux."
"No trip I take with you could be a total bust," Harry whispered, pulling her in and kissing her passionately.
"Careful Harry, or I might start to think you're smooth," Rias teased, making him laugh.
"That would be your influence, I assure you," Harry chuckled.
"Well, as much as I hate to cut this short, I do need to get going," Rias sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you then," Harry murmured.
The moment Harry returned to Hogwarts, he penned a short letter to Sirius, making it clear that he was alright, but they really needed to speak whenever it was safe, and gave it to Hedwig to take to him, wherever he was. He had agreed to meet Fleur later in the morning and realized as he left the owlry that he was cutting it rather close and hurried to grab his supplies before heading off onto the grounds. As he approached the Beauxbatons carriage, his mind lost in thoughts of getting to swim with Fleur for a while, he was broken out of that pleasant reverie by a quite unpleasant, whiny voice.
"I suppose it makes sense for the son of a man who betrayed his own bloodline to betray his school and country," Malfoy drawled.
"Can I help you?" Harry asked, turning around to see his old school rival standing closer to him than he'd realized, flanked as usual by Crabbe and Goyle. "I need to pay better attention to my surroundings."
"You certainly can't help yourself," Malfoy chuckled. "Mudbloods, blood traitors, lunatics, and now non-humans. You can tell a lot about someone from the company they keep."
"So what does it say about you that you insist on keeping these trolls around?" Harry asked with a grin. "Is it just because they're just about the only ones among our peers that make you look better by contrast, or are you just really into the big and dumb ones?"
"You watch your mouth, Potter," Malfoy snarled, glaring at Harry as he realized what he was implying.
"Or what, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his tone menacing. "You've made so little of a nuisance of yourself lately that I'd almost forgotten you existed. Go back to bothering people who have time to put up with you."
Malfoy's face turned redder with his every dismissive word, and by the end it was nearly purple with rage.
"You can't speak to me that way; you jumped up little halfblood!" the blonde growled.
Harry, who had kept his right arm resting against his lower back ever since he turned to speak to Malfoy, had slipped his wand from his holster into his hand the moment he realized that this was likely to get violent and began silently gathering snow behind the three of them together, coalescing it into a large snowball, about ten times the size of a quaffle.
"It would seem that I just did," Harry grinned. "Run along, Malfoy; you're boring me."
"That's it!" Malfoy snapped, grabbing his wand from his pocket. Crabbe and Goyle did the same as he raised it and shouted, "Aquame…"
Before he could finish his spell, clearly intending to soak Harry to the bone in the freezing February weather, Harry summoned his giant snowball towards him, causing it to crash into all three of his foes and knock them flat on their faces.
"What is going on 'ere?" Fleur asked, coming upon them just as the three groaning Slytherins tried to force themselves back onto their feet.
"Someone over there lobbed a giant snowball at these three," Harry replied, pointing behind them. "No idea who."
Malfoy glared murderously at him, blood leaking from his nose, but as Goyle went to draw his wand, the blonde stopped him. It seemed he was smart enough to realize that his companions wouldn't be sufficient backup against both Harry and Fleur.
"You should get that looked at," Harry said with faux concern. "It might be broken."
Malfoy just clenched his hands into fists and skulked off, followed closely by the other two.
"'E's going to want revenge for zat," Fleur said, realizing that it had been Harry who struck them.
"Eh, his bark's always been worse than his bite," Harry chuckled, "and if he actually nuts up and tries anything, I'll have him fixed. I have far more important things to worry about right now than him."
"Well zen, shall we?" Fleur asked, pointing towards the lake.
"Ladies first," Harry grinned, and Fleur returned it as she walked towards the water.
"I must admit, while I'm using warming charms, anyway, zis frigid air is wonderfully fresh," she murmured.
"Did you just say something nice about Britain?" Harry teased.
"Ze island 'as its perks, I suppose, few zough zey are," Fleur replied haughtily, making him laugh. "I still zink 'aving us venture into zis lake at zis time of year of insane."
"No argument here," Harry muttered.
"It will be nice to 'ave backup for zis venture," Fleur said as they reached the lake. Removing her robe in one fluid motion and revealing the silver, skin-tight bathing suit under it, she added, "Perhaps ze grindylows will leave us alone entirely."
"They're not known for their intelligence," Harry replied, removing his own robes and leaving himself in nothing but his swim shorts. "Kind of like those three earlier."
"Mmm, 'ow much of zis build of yours is ze result of training zis year?" Fleur asked, looking him up and down.
"I play quidditch, so I wasn't inactive before this, but most of this is new," Harry replied, feeling his cock twitch in response to how she was looking at him.
"You never would 'ave zought so back in October, but I zink zis tournament 'as been oddly good for you," Fleur grinned.
"Yeah, at this point, I really can't disagree," Harry chuckled.
If he hadn't been forced into the tournament by Crouch, he probably wouldn't have ever summoned Rias, and all of the wonderful things that had happened to him since wouldn't have happened. It was odd to think like that, and he still planned to kill the man if he ever saw him again, but in a strange way, he did owe him.
"I'll make our zings invisible while we're in ze water," Fleur offered, piling her robes next to his as he reached into his mokeskin pouch and pulled out what he'd gotten from Zenophilius Lovegood.
"Zat looks familiar, but I cannot recall exactly what it is," Fleur said as she stared at the slimy green mass in his hand.
"Gillyweed," Harry replied. "It will transform me into a form capable of breathing underwater."
"Ah, right," Fleur replied. "I considered it but ultimately decided zat ze bubblehead charm would work fine. It does not look appetizing."
"No, it does not," Harry replied. "Eh, can't be worse than skelegro."
As Harry forced the unpleasant herb down his throat as quickly as he could, Fleur asked, "Why did you need to take skelegro?"
"Some idiot tried…" Harry coughed, wincing at how unpleasant that had been, "tried to fix my broken arm and accidentally vanished the bones instead."
"'Ow in ze world…" Fleur went to ask.
"Like said, idiot," Harry replied before she could finisheand he froze as he started to feel an odd itching sensation on his neck.
Breathing became difficult, and his eyes widened as he realized just how quickly the gillyweed was taking effect. Tom had never bothered with the stuff himself, having no real interest in it, so he hadn't been able to say much about it. Rushing forward, Harry jumped into the water and sighed in relief as he was able to breathe again.
Fleur rushed in after him, a visible bubble around her head, and grasped his arm, expressing her concern without words. Having someone in his mind who could share his own memories of learning magic made learning the same things go much faster. Harry had managed in weeks to accomplish something that took most people years; learning occlumency, and had begun to learn legilimency as well.
Looking deeply into Fleur's eyes, he pushed gently against her mind's natural defenses and projected the words, "I'm fine. The gills just came in sooner than I expected."
"You know legilimency?" Fleur asked in shock. "Do you know occlumency as well?"
"I don't think it's possible to learn the former without mastering the latter," Harry replied.
"Did you 'eadmaster teach you?" Fleur asked, and he could feel her envy within her mind.
"No, and the story of how I learned it would waste too much of the hour I have with this transformation," Harry replied. "Let's look around."
He broke eye contact, and the two of them swam off. Swimming lessons hadn't exactly been a priority for the Dursleys, but when one of their snooty friends mentioned that their son was doing well in his lessons, they seemed to feel compelled to send Dudley. They sent him as well, probably so that they'd be rid of him for a little while twice a week that summer, and while his cousin hadn't been terribly enthused, he had learned the basics.
What he experienced then was so much better than that.
With webbed hands and feet and a body that seemed to cut through the water like it was designed to do so, he was soon swimming circles around Fleur, who watched him amusement. On his third lap around her, she grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. He pushed against her mind, and she smirked once she felt him.
"Now 'oo's wasting time?" she asked.
"Sorry," he replied sheepishly, "it's just an incredible transformation."
Pushing his enthusiasm down a bit, he followed her lead as she swam towards the center of the lake. They had no idea where Merpeople village was and figured that getting their bearings now would only help them in the task itself. Harry kept expecting them to be attacked by something, but though they were far from alone in the lake, being surrounded by fish who either came over to look at them or scurried away at the sight of them, they didn't come across anything hostile at least at first.
"Oh, wow," he thought to himself as they finally found what they were looking for a little while later.
It wasn't in the center of the lake per se, but it was close. A scattering of unmistakable dwellings on the lake floor made up what could generously be called a village. Harry and Fleur stopped the moment they saw it, wary of moving closer, but from their position they could make out the sight of merpeople moving about. They looked like the images of selkies he'd seen in the book Hagrid assigned to them last year. Far from the prettiest merpeople, they looked far less human than their warm-water counterparts found in spots like the Mediterranean Sea, but they were still rather humanoid. He and Fleur observed them for a couple minutes before a small force of armed selkies started swimming towards them.
"Why are you here?" the one in the center of the group asked.
She was distinctly female, with grey skin, long green hair, bright yellow eyes, and sharp teeth nearly the same shade as them.
Hoping that she'd hear him and understand him from there, Harry replied, "Just exploring."
Glaring at Fleur, the selkie replied, "Explore somewhere else."
"As you will," Harry replied, taking Fleur's hand. "Good day."
He swam off with Fleur in tow, not pausing at all until they were well away from the merpeople.
"Not the friendliest bunch," he projected into her mind.
"Ze merpeople are none too fond of Veela," Fleur replied.
Shaking his head at that, he led Fleur to the surface.
"Completely out of your element and involving people who aren't fond of yours," Harry muttered. "Did your headmistress object to this task at all? It almost seems designed to put you at a disadvantage."
"I do not know," Fleur replied. "She did previously say zat ze tasks were designed last year, before any of us were told about it. Do you not need to swim around?"
He returned under the surface and breathed more before returning to her.
"I can stay up in here in short bursts," Harry replied. "The gillyweed should wear off soon."
"I can keep you company closer to shore until zen," Fleur smiled.
The two of them swam towards the edge of the water, and as they reached it, Harry felt his gills starting to shrink and rushed above the surface.
"That was a very useful plant," he panted as he sat down in the snow.
"There must be some magic at play keeping this lake from freezing over," Hermione commented as she joined them. "Hello, Fleur."
"'Ermione, Luna," Fleur said in greeting.
"I love your swimsuit," Luna smiled. "It really highlights your incredible figure."
"Zank you," Fleur laughed, looking over at Hermione in interest. "I didn't zink to check earlier with 'Arry, but she's definitely sleeping with 'im now. Zere must be more to it zen ze very promising bulge in 'is shorts. Perhaps 'e's figured out what fun parseltongue can be."
"Is something up?" Harry asked.
"Um, Hedwig returned," Hermione replied.
"Already?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow.
"I bribed her with bacon and she gave me this," Luna said, handing him a letter.
"'Edwig is your owl?" Fleur asked. When Harry nodded absentmindedly, she added, "For owls, especially ones you've owned for years to give your letters to another, it usually only 'appens with spouses."
"Close enough," Luna shrugged, smiling at Harry.
"Sorry, Fleur, I need to go over this," Harry murmured.
"We got done what I wanted to," Fleur replied. "Ze second task will be made much simpler by knowing where we're to go. I assume you 'ave more gillyweed waiting."
"Oh no, he's planning to recreate the effect with transfiguration," Luna corrected her, making her freeze.
"'Uman transfiguration is 'ighly advanced and dangerous," Fleur pointed out.
"So I've warned him, but his early experiments have gone well," Hermione muttered. "Did the gillyweed give you the feel for gills and everything else that you hoped it would?"
"Oh yeah," Harry replied, barely paying attention. "I'll see you later, Fleur."
"It was nice seeing you again," Luna added.
"Likewise," Fleur smiled, still shocked by her youngest competitor's plan.
Hermione gave the beautiful blonde one last smile before rushing off after Harry and Luna. There was a time when being around a woman that beautiful would have made her feel insecure about herself. She didn't know if it was just growing up or specifically spending so much time with Rias that had changed her, but as she looked at Fleur then, she didn't feel insecure in the slightest. Instead, she found herself finally understanding why Luna was so keen on the idea of bringing her into their little web of insanity.
"What have you done to me, Harry?" she asked herself mentally, smiling wryly.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, seeing that he'd opened the letter and was staring down at it.
"He's here," Harry replied.
"In Britain?" Hermione asked.
"In a nearby cave," Harry whispered. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
Hermione looked down at the parchment in his hands, and her eyes widened as it transformed into a crude map showing the Hogwarts grounds, Hogsmeade, and a little cave to the north of the village marked with an x. There was a blinking dot on the grounds that she quickly deduced was the letter's position.
"I thought he didn't remember any of what went into making the map," she murmured.
"This is hardly as complex as it," Luna pointed out. "Still good spellwork, though. I need to get to Transfiguration. I'll see you two later."
"See you, Luna." Harry replied as Hermione waved.
"You want to go see him?" Hermione asked.
"Definitely," Harry replied. "There's something vitally important I need to talk to him about."
Looking around to make sure that they were alone, he pulled his cloak out of his pouch and wrapped it around them both.
"Is this related to your trip earlier?" Hermione asked quietly.
"We found a fake phylactery," Harry replied. "Apparently Sirius' brother figured out what Tom did and tried to screw him over."
"Seriously?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Harry replied. "He was a muncher, but seems to have had second thoughts and turned on the dark wanker."
"So one of them might have already been destroyed," Hermione grimaced.
"That's easier said than done," Harry replied. "More likely it's been hidden somewhere, which would be even worse if we can't find out where."
"That would be worse," Hermione shuddered.
The map was well made, if a little crude, so it didn't take them long to follow the most obvious path towards the cave. It was a pretty well-concealed spot, Harry had to admit, but the familiar screech of Buckbeak quickly made it obvious.
"Hey, now," Sirius rasped, trying to calm the hippogriff. "There's no one there."
"That's not true, actually," Harry murmured, throwing off the cloak.
At the sight of him, Buckbeak relaxed, and Sirius quickly got over his initial gaping and pulled Harry in for a hug.
"Merlin's beard, what are you eating up there?" the older man asked. "You've grown a foot."
"Hardly," Harry chuckled.
"Everything in sight," Hermione replied. "Hi, Sirius."
"Hello, you two," Sirius smiled. "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon."
"You took the words right out of my mouth," Harry muttered. "I didn't know you'd returned."
"I did when I learned that you were entered into the tournament," Sirius replied. "I wanted to be here for you if you needed me, but your letters became so much calmer shortly after Buckbeak and I arrived that I didn't say. Your last one sounded frantic, though. What's so urgent?"
"There's...so much I need to fill you in on," Harry sighed.
What followed was a lengthy explanation of the last few months of his life that saw Sirius pale, swell with pride, pale again, and then pale further.
"Harry, even my batshit family was always wary of dealing with devils," the older man muttered. "Are you sure that you can trust this Rias girl?"
"He can," Hermione replied before he could. "Trust me, I had major reservations when I first heard about all of this, but she really does care for him."
"And I care for her," Harry added. "I've learned and developed so much over the past few months that I have a shot to not only survive this tournament but also make more progress against Voldemort than anyone ever has."
"Huh?" Sirius asked.
"That's actually what I want to talk to you about," Harry said. "He left very important objects in the possession of some of his followers objects that could be the key to ending him for good. One was given to Lucius Malfoy, another to your cousin Bellatrix, and...your brother stole another one."
"Regulus?" Sirius asked.
"He betrayed his master towards the end," Harry replied. "The object that he stole might not have been destroyed, though, and I need to get my hands on it. His house elf was involved somehow. Do you know where that elf could be now?"
"Reg...he turned on You Know Who?" Sirius asked, sitting down as he tried to process that. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely certain," Harry replied. "I take it that's a surprise?"
"I thought he was as wretched as the lot of them," Sirius muttered, looking regretful. "I guess me and Andi weren't the only sane ones after all."
"He probably died trying to do a good thing," Harry said gently, placing his hand on Sirius' shoulder. "Do you know where I could find his elf?"
"He didn't have an elf of his own, but my family did have one," Sirius replied. "A venomous old thing he was. If he's still alive, he'd be in the old townhouse that my family has owned forever."
"Where is it?" Harry asked, thinking that the locket could be in there too if it had survived.
"Islington," Sirius replied.
"As in the London borough?" Hermione asked. "Why in the world would your muggle-hating family want to live in the center of the biggest muggle settlement on the island?"
"Any time you want to ask me a question about my forefathers, be aware that the most likely answer you're going to get is 'they were nuts,'" Sirius replied, making both of them snort. "One of my ancestors decided that he wanted a house in the city, 'persuaded' the occupants to sign it over, and enchanted it to the gills. It's got every security measure you can think of other than the fidelius."
"Then why don't you live there?" Harry asked. "I could add the fidelius charm to it, and you'd be well beyond the reach of the law. Either Dobby or this other elf could handle your shopping and you'd be home free."
"I don't have the most pleasant memories of the place," Sirius replied.
"I get that, trust me, but if the one place in the country where I was safe was my relatives place and they weren't even there anymore, I'd think it worthwhile," Harry argued.
"Wait a tic, you think you could cast the fidelius charm?" Sirius asked. "That's post N.E.W.T. material."
"I've had a very productive few months," Harry replied. "At any rate, I do need to speak to that elf."
"Alright," Sirius sighed. "It'll take me and Buckbeak a little while to get there. I don't need to tell you that obscuring a hippogriff in London isn't going to be easy, but I'll manage."
"Thank you," Harry replied. "What's the address of the place?"
"12 Grimmauld Place," Sirius replied. "I'll send you a note when I get there, and you can floo the place once you're able."
"Thank you," Harry smiled. "It is good to see you."
"So moving back a bit, you summon this lovely girl of yours, beg for help, and the price she asks of you is taking her virginity?" Sirius asked. "I was too horrified earlier to focus on the important bits."
"Yes, that's how it happened," Harry replied, grinning. "I'm aware that even by my standards, that was strange."
"Well, you'll have one hell of a 'how I met your mother' story for the kids if you two go that far," Sirius chuckled. "That might be the strangest way to get a girlfriend I've ever heard."
"One of them," Hermione chuckled, earning a raised eyebrow from Sirius.
"Well, Rias hadn't been with a bloke before, but she did often share her bed with best friend Akeno, and she invited her to join us the day after we, uh, made our deal," Harry replied, unable to keep the smile off of his face as his godfather's jaw dropped. "There have been a...couple more since."
He looked over to Hermione, unsure of whether or not she wanted to be that public with their relationship, since it wasn't something they'd discussed before. She took his hand and smiled, giggling at the stunned look Sirius still had on his face.
"Your father would be so proud," the older man finally said after a moment of working to wrap his mind around what he'd just heard. "So you...are okay with all this, Hermione?"
"I am," Hermione replied.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I knew there was something between you two immediately last year," Sirius chuckled. "I'm still a little surprised, though."
"So was I, but it feels right, you know?" Hermione asked, smiling as she leaned her head against Harry's shoulder. "The fourth one is Luna Lovegood."
"Pandora's girl?" Sirius asked. "That doesn't shock me. I came across her and Xenophilius going at it in the Forbidden Forest once while I was strolling around as Padfoot."
"Please don't tell Luna that," Harry replied. "I'd rather not shag in a spot where I could ambushed by acromantulas or the like, and that girl has the worst puppy-dog eyes when she wants something."
Sirius snorted at that. They remained a little while, just chatting about what he'd come across in his travels, before they decided that they'd best return to the castle and said goodbye.
"So, you mentioned earlier that Rias is busy today," Hermione murmured as they made their way back into the castle. "Are you going to summon Akeno?"
"I usually summon one of them if the other is busy," Harry replied.
"Well, Luna's class would still be going, and I'm free for another hour, so I figure we could spend time with her," Hermione smiled. "I've not gotten to know her as well as Rias thus far."
"Sounds great," Harry grinned.
The two of them went up to the Room of Requirement, and Harry summoned Akeno, only to get a greeting he didn't expect.
"Fuck me!" Akeno cried immediately, jumping into his arms and kissing him passionately as he held her by her plump arse.
"Um, hello," Hermione said, bemused by the display.
"Was Rias...mmm...edging you again?" Harry asked.
"We hunted a stray," Akeno moaned. "I had so much fun, and it made me so wet."
"Fighting really turns her on," Harry explained. Kneading her asscheeks, he rumbled, "Jumping in here and demanding that I fuck you without even saying hello was rude of you. Why should such a bad girl get rewarded?"
"Oh fuck, your dom voice has gotten so good," Akeno whimpered before getting into character. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I swear I can make it up to you."
"Of that, I have no doubt," Harry grinned devilishly, "but I'm not the only one you were rude to. Apologize to Hermione."
Turning around, Akeno said, "I'm sorry, Hermione."
"Say you're sorry for being a rude, horny slut," Harry whispered in her ear.
"I'm sorry for being such a rude, horny SLUT!" Akeno shrieked as Harry slapped her arse hard.
"Holy shit," Hermione gasped, fanning her face as she felt herself grow hot.
"Good girl," Harry whispered, and Akeno moaned.
"Fuck, Harry," she whimpered.
"Strip for us," Harry ordered.
A chair appeared behind him, and Harry sat down, curling a finger to beckon Hermione over. Blushing brightly and with eyes nearly black with lust, she walked over to him and sat down in his lap.
"Is she always like this?" she whispered as Akeno started slowly stripping out of her school uniform.
"She's into pain and both dominating and being dominated," Harry replied quietly. "The thought of submitting does nothing for me, but both Rias and I enjoy dominating her at times."
"By the way, Harry, let Luna know that I have her Kuoh Academy uniform," Akeno said, breaking character for a moment. "It's been ready for a while, but I completely forgot about it."
"She'll be thrilled," Harry grinned.
"You say that like you're not going to enjoy seeing her in it," Akeno giggled as her vest joined her socks and shoes on the ground. "She has such lovely legs, and the short skirt will show them off perfectly."
"You'd look good in the uniform too," Harry murmured in Hermione's ear. "It's far more flattering than our robes."
"Mmm, it is rather nice," Hermione replied, watching intently as Akeno finished unbuttoning her shirt. "Merlin, I think her breasts are even larger than Rias'."
"They are," Akeno purred. "I think she's prettier than me, personally, but I am curvier."
"You're both gorgeous," Harry grinned. As her shirt opened to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra, he asked, "Are you not wearing any underwear?"
"Not a stitch," Akeno replied, tossing her shirt on the floor and leaving herself wearing nothing but a skirt. Grabbing the hem, she slowly raised it inch by inch, revealing her hairless, dripping slit. "I love walking around like this, knowing that at any moment a gust of wind could blow my skirt up. There are a few boys at Kuoh Academy that would actually faint if that happened."
He doubted that she was being entirely serious, as she was really playing up being a brat just then, but he still felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of anyone seeing her pussy and was surprised by his own possessiveness.
"You're such a little brat," he chuckled. "Crawl to me."
"Yes, Sir," Akeno purred, sinking to her knees and crawling along the floor.
Harry snaked a hand between Hermione's thighs and brushed his fingers against her clothed cunt, making her inhale sharply.
"What do you think this little slut's punishment should be for being so bad?" he asked, smirking at the heated look Hermione was giving them both.
"I...I don't know," Hermione whimpered, completely out of her element.
"Oh, come now, there must have been something in one of those filthy books of yours that could work," Harry teased, making her blush brightly.
"Y...you could spank her," Hermione suggested, cringing at how weak she sounded.
"Hmm, that sounds fun...er, I mean, please no, not that!" Akeno exclaimed, not even bothering to sound sincere.
"Stand up," Harry said, and Hermione obeyed immediately. Looking at Akeno, he ordered, "Over my knee, Pet."
"Yes, Sir," Akeno panted, practically shaking with need as she climbed across his lap.
"Strip, Hermione," Harry grinned. "We're both going to get to enjoy her."
Hermione drew her wand and spelled her clothes off quickly, too impatient to do anything else. Seeing Harry acting so authoritative and hearing his voice sound so deep and rumbling was turning her on in a way she could barely understand. Harry's eye raked over her appreciatively, and Hermione shuddered at the blatant desire in them.
"ONE!" Akeno shrieked as Harry brought his hand down hard on her left arsecheek.
Her shriek nearly drowned out the mighty clap that sounded from the impact, and Hermione rubbed her thighs together as she realized just how hard he must have spanked the other woman.
"Fuck, you've gotten so much better at than you were," Akeno purred. "I can actually feel it no...two!"
On and on it went, Harry raining down blows upon the curvaceous bombshell's bottom as she screamed out the numbers in obvious delight. Hermione watched the display eagerly, unable to tear her eyes away for a moment. She doubted that she would enjoy such treatment herself, and the thought of spanking Akeno with her own hand didn't do much for her either, but it was still terribly arousing to observe.
"Twenty! Fuck, yes!" Akeno cried as Harry plunged two of his thick fingers inside her sopping wet cunt.
"You're so wet," Harry groaned. "Holy fuck, what a little pain slut!"
"Your pain slut, Sir!" Akeno warbled. "Please make your pain slut cum."
"What do you think, Hermione?" Harry asked, grinning as he looked over and saw a droplet of arousal running down his best friend's thick thigh. "Do you think she's earned an orgasm yet?"
"MayItasteher?" Hermione rushed out, her face turning scarlet as she realized what she'd said.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and, almost in a trance, he pulled his slick fingers out of Akeno's pussy and extended his hand towards Hermione.
"Go on," he grinned, and Hermione rushed over, sank to her knees, and wrapped her lips around the wet digits. As he felt her suck on his fingers, he groaned, "Fucking hell!"
"I'm glad you decided to join in the fun, Hermione," Akeno grinned, reaching over to cup one of the other girl's perky breasts. "I knew there was a kinky little minx in there somewhere."
Wrapping his hand around her silky braid, Harry pulled Akeno's head back and whispered in her ear, "Kiss her and show her just how much you want her here."
"Merlin, Harry," Hermione gasped, letting his fingers slip from her lips.
A moment later, Akeno captured those lips with her own, and the two started to kiss passionately. Harry was in control of the room, and its furniture he could change at will. The chair he was in transformed into a bed, part of which sprung up under Hermione's kneeling form so that all three of them were soon comfortably on it.
"So what all have you two done so far?" Akeno asked.
"Oral and vaginal in a few positions," Hermione replied.
"Have you had another girl go down on you while Harry fucked her?" Akeno asked.
"No," Hermione breathed, shivering at the thought.
"Well, how does that sound?" Akeno asked, turning to grin at Harry.
Harry drew his wand, and his clothes quickly joined theirs on the floor. Both Hermione and Akeno looked down at his throbbing cock with lust-darkened eyes, and he smirked in response.
"Lie back, Hermione," he said. "She's nearly as good at this as I am."
"In my defense, you do cheat," Akeno giggled.
"Is that a complaint?" Harry chuckled.
"You know it isn't," Akeno purred. "That tongue of yours is a lethal weapon, babe."
Hermione shifted onto her back and spread her legs wide, feeling her heart race in her chest as Akeno crawled towards her, her heavy breasts swaying under her with each movement. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself in a position like this, having threesomes with her best friend and the most beautiful women she'd ever seen in her life. She couldn't even begin to regret the strange turn her life had taken, though, and as Akeno buried her beautiful face between her thighs, all she could do was throw her head back and cry out in pleasure.
Harry buried himself to the hilt inside Akeno in a single thrust, groaning both at how sinfully good she felt and how hot both her and Hermione looked together. He had been so sure that Hermione would never even consider joining their strange little relationship, and he'd never been happier in his life to be proven wrong. Seeing her face screw up in pleasure, her eyes lidded, and her mouth hanging open as Akeno's wicked tongue danced across her sensitive folds was one of the most incredible things he'd ever seen in his life.
"Oh, fuck, just like that," Hermione moaned.
"Fucking hell, I love your cock!" Akeno cried.
"He really is...oh Merlin...blessed isn't he?" Hermione moaned. "I'm amazed he even fit inside me."
"I don't know what...ahh...surprised me more, seeing him manage to bury every inch of that mammoth dick inside Luna, or managing to take him up my ass," Akeno grinned.
"Your…" Hermione trailed off in shock.
"I thought she was going to pass out from the pleasure she came so hard and often," Harry grinned. "We haven't tried it since."
"Didn't that hurt?" Hermione squeaked, barely able to contemplate taking something that large there.
"A little, but we used a ton of lube, and before long it just felt so good," Akeno sighed.
"We should try it again some time," Harry murmured, picking up his pace.
"Oh, fuck!" Akeno cried. "Just like that! Maybe Hermione here would like to try it."
"I…" Hermione went to reply only to scream as Akeno wrapped her lips around her clit and started sucking gently on it. "There's no way it would fit."
"Oh, it would fit," Akeno grinned. "You'd just need to...ahh, right there!...need to be loosened up first."
"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," Harry assured her.
Akeno held out her hand and summoned a bottle of lube from her room in Kuoh. Holding it out, she just cocked an eyebrow at Hermione, who shuddered at the thought.
"Maybe just a finger or two," the brunette whispered, making Harry's jaw drop.
Knowing that Akeno was close, he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, making sure that he was hitting one of the deep spots at the back of her tight tunnel each time he reached deep inside her, and started fucking her harder. She dropped the bottle on the bed and started clawing at the sheets, screaming in pleasure.
"Right there, right there, right there!" Akeno shrieked. "I'm gonna cum!"
Grabbing her braid, he pulled her hair carefully and spanked her arse hard. The effect was immediate as Akeno's eyes started to roll back and her breathing grew rapid. He spanked her again, and she was sent hurtling over the edge.
"HARRY!" she squealed at the top of her lungs.
"Fuck me," Harry groaned to himself, holding still for a moment as he enjoyed feeling her vice-tight silky walls spasm around his cock.
He started moving again soon after, fucking her through her orgasm and prolonging her pleasure as much as possible. He locked eyes with Hermione, grinning as he saw her practically panting with need.
"So...good," Akeno panted. "You cock is...fucking magic."
Harry laughed at that and pulled her head back by her hair so that he could kiss her. She grinned up at him as he pulled back and immediately placed her hands back on Hermione's thighs.
"You want to see...if you like it?" she asked, still catching her breath.
"Yes," Hermione replied, and Harry groaned, feeling his cock throb at the thought of possibly fucking her in the ass.
Akeno opened the bottle of lube and poured a good amount onto her left palm before carefully coating three of her fingers. Once that was done, she scooped up a little more and pushed it against her puckered rosebud.
"Cold," Hermione hissed.
"Just relax," Akeno grinned. "We'll try a single finger to start. You're lucky it's me doing this. Harry's hands are so much larger."
"Ahh!" Hermione moaned as Akeno pushed inside her, stretching her tight little hole just a bit.
Akeno's fingers were slim and elegant, but Hermione had never even had that much inside that particular hole before, and she clenched her eyes shut as she experienced the entirely new sensation.
"How is it?" Harry asked, fucking Akeno with long, slow strokes as he watched the show before him intently.
"Strange," Hermione replied, "but not bad."
"This will feel stranger," Akeno warned her. Hermione squeaked a moment later, her eyes going wide, and the other girl explained, "A little spell to clean you out and lubricate you better."
"Then why use the other lube?" Hermione asked.
"You can never have too much lube with anal," Akeno replied.
She slowly her finger in and out of Hermione's arsehole, getting her used to the feeling, but she added a second one. Hermione squeaked again, grabbing the sheets on either side of her as pleasure began to build inside her again.
"I daresay you're enjoying this," Akeno giggled. "You're practically dripping."
"Please lick me again," Hermione begged. "That's starting to feel really good."
"I will once you've taken a third finger," Akeno promised. Turning her head, she said, "You can fuck me harder, Harry. I can focus on this too."
"If you're sure," Harry chuckled, digging his fingers into her hips and picking up his pace.
"Yes!" Akeno cried, pumping her fingers harder and faster into Hermione's ass.
"Why does that feel so good?" Hermione asked.
"There are a lot of nerve endings here," Akeno replied. "You might not have a prostate, but it can still feel really good, and if I swirl my tongue around your clit like so…"
"Fuck!" Hermione cried, sinking her fingers into Akeno's silky locks. "I'm so close!"
"Do you think you can...oh fuck, that feels good...handle a third finger?" Akeno moaned as she slowed down a little.
"Try it!" Hermione cried, feeling the pressure in her build to almost maddening levels. "Just please make me cum."
"Good girl," Akeno grinned, pushing a third finger inside the tight ring of the other girl's arse.
At the same time, she wrapped her lips around her clit, alternating between sucking gently and flicking her tongue over the throbbing nub.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Hermione cried as her back arched off of the bed. "Yes, yes, yes, YES!"
Harry pushed Akeno down until she was lying prone on the bed and started pounding her into it. The black-haired beauty squealed in pleasure at the sudden change and pumped her fingers in and out of Hermione's ass even faster. Hermione writhed and thrashed on the bed as pleasure thundered through her, and she gasped as she felt Akeno pull her fingers out of her quickly.
"Just like that, fuck!" Akeno moaned, clawing at the sheets.
"I love this position," Harry grunted as he fucked her even harder, his every thrust making her plump cheeks ripple and jiggle.
"I...bet," Akeno laughed, guessing where he was looking.
"That too," Harry chuckled, "but mostly because no other position makes you scream so quickly."
He reached under her, snaking his hands between her breasts and the bed, and kneaded the supple mounds, pinching her rock-hard nipples. Her cries grew louder and louder as she began to see stars, and just as she began to fantasize about being held just like this, with her pleasure plateauing right at the edge of ecstasy, she was thrown over it. She shrieked into the bed, convulsing in pleasure as another orgasm tore through her almost violently.
Hermione, having just recovered from her own pleasure, watched the other girl cum wildly and felt heat pool low in her belly again at the sight. Even though she'd found the romance novels she'd read exciting, her image of sex was still slow and loving. She'd never pictured herself being taken roughly, being fucked like a whore, even in her most feverish moments of masturbation. That image had barely survived a night with Harry, and as she sat there, watching Akeno shriek her head off in ecstasy as Harry fucked her into the bed, she found herself wanting things she'd never dreamed of before.
"Could we try it?" she asked.
"Sorry?" Harry asked, pulling his slick cock out of Akeno to give her a break.
"A...anal," Hermione whispered, fearing that her voice would squeak if she spoke more loudly.
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Her fingers felt good, and clearly you're a lot bigger, but…" Hermione trailed off, looking down at Akeno's still twitching form.
"You won't...regret it," the black-haired beauty panted, grinning from ear to ear as she looked up at her with glassy eyes.
Roll over," Harry breathed, and Hermoine scrambled onto her hands and knees quickly, shaking with both nervousness and desire.
Her arsehole had mostly closed up, recovering from Akeno's efforts to stretch her out, but it wasn't completely closed yet. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he squirted some onto his fingers and coated them fully before pushing one of them inside her.
"Harry!" Hermione moaned, the word drawn out in the most sultry sound he'd ever heard her make.
"Fuck, you're tiny," Harry groaned as he felt her vice-tight arse squeeze around his finger.
She was very well lubricated and had already been stretched a fair bit by Akeno, but this would still be an incredibly tight fit. He worked his finger in and out of her slowly, his cock throbbing with her every breathy sigh and sultry moan. He added a second one soon enough and was pleased to see how easily she stretched for him. As he continued preparing her, he squirted some of the lube onto his cock and carefully worked it over the entire shaft, being unable to leave anything to chance.
"I...I'm ready," Hermione panted, pressing her cheek into the sheets, and pushed her arse as high into the air as she could. Her pussy was so wet it was leaking onto the bed below, and she was certain that, so long as this wasn't terribly painful, she was going to cum again.
After pulling his fingers out of her winking arsehole, Harry fisted his cock and pressed the head against it.
"Hold still, love," Harry murmured as he gently pushed forward.
"Ahh!" Hermione cried as the bulbous head popped inside her.
"Fucking hell," Harry gasped.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Hermione cried, grabbing the sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white.
Harry groaned at the unimaginable heat and tightness of her arse. She felt so good, and he'd barely gotten any of his cock inside her yet. She reached behind her, digging her fingers into her plump buttocks and pulling the cheeks wider. Akeno had recovered by then and crawled over to join them, grinning when she saw Hermione's face half pressed into the bed.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"He's in me!" Hermione cried.
"Well, a couple inches of him anyway," Akeno giggled.
"That…" Hermione trailed off in shock.
"He feels much bigger back there, I know," Akeno cooed.
"If you need me to go any slower, just let me know," Harry said, placing his hands over hers.
She let go, leaving her arse in his hands, and pushed herself up a little on the bed.
"It's okay, Harry," Hermione whimpered. "It hurts a little bit...Merlin, you feel huge, but it's not bad."
"Like your first time, it will pass," Akeno murmured. "Once he's buried to the hilt in here and his big, heavy balls are slapping your clit with every thrust, you'll see stars."
"Fuck!" Hermione cried as he pushed another inch of his thick cock inside her.
"You're okay," Akeno said soothingly, brushing her fingers through Hermione's hair.
"You feel so bloody good, Mione," Harry moaned.
He had enough of his cock inside her by then to be able to fuck her with slow, shallow thrusts, burying a little more of his cock in her each time. Inch by inch, he conquered the last of her depths, reshaping her perfect arsehole around his oversized cock. He was so big and she was so small that it was always going to be an insanely tight fit, much like it had been with Akeno, but Hermione took him without complaint, and about five minutes of torturously slow fucking later, his hips were pressed firmly against her buttocks.
"Holy...shit!" Hermione panted. "It that...all of it?"
Her legs were shaking so badly by then that he had to help hold her up, and her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion.
"It is," Harry replied, whispering in her ear and kissing her cheek. "You're such a good girl."
"I'm so full," Hermione whimpered.
"You took him well," Akeno complimented. "You can feel every vein, can't you?"
"Yes," Hermione whimpered. "You can move, Harry, just go slow."
"Okay," Harry replied, slowly pulling half of his cock from her depths before thrusting back inside her.
Hermione squeaked, shuddering at the sensations her brain was struggling to process. It was so much more intense than anything they'd done before, not more pleasurable, not yet anyway, but far more intense. Her wild hair had fallen over her face, and when Akeno pushed it aside, she smiled gratefully and took the other woman's hand. Akeno grinned and held her hand as she experienced her first buggering.
Harry was slow and careful to start with and seemed to almost instinctively know when she was ready for him to speed up. He gradually worked his way up to a steady pace, and the first time she felt his balls slap her throbbing clit, she screamed.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, going still.
"I think she's doing great," Akeno giggled.
"Don't stop!" Hermione yelled, desperate for more.
"Hold still for a second, Harry," Akeno smirked, holding up her hand. Cupping Hermione's cheek, she whispered, "Tell him what you want. Be very specific."
Hermione shuddered and screamed, "Fuck my ass, Harry!"
"Fucking hell," Harry groaned as he started fucking her properly.
Hermione's whimpers and moans turned to cries and screams as he reamed her arsehole, pounding her hard enough to make lights go off behind her eyes. It hurt a little, and she was sure that sitting down later wouldn't be fun, but in that moment she couldn't bring herself to care because it felt so good.
"He's balls deep inside your tight little asshole, Hermione," Akeno grinned. "He's fucking your ass, and you love it, don't you?"
"YES!" Hermione screamed, throwing her ass back against him. She was still new at that, and Harry had to adjust his rhythm to match hers, but soon they were moving together. "You're so deep!"
It felt he was in her bloody stomach, and her pleasure-numbed brain imagined for a moment that he actually was, that his positively equine cock had reached impossible depths inside her. She felt like she was losing her mind, like his every thrust was turning her brilliant brain to mush. She felt her orgasm building rapidly, but it seemed so much more powerful than she could fathom, and she wondered just what sort of mind-melting ecstasy she was about to lose herself in.
There was something about fucking a woman in the ass that gave a guy a sense of primal power. Harry didn't know if that was a universal thing or if he was just weird, and in that moment he couldn't care less. All that he knew was that, as he had the first time with Akeno, he felt like a wild beast fulfilling his sole purpose and never wanted it to end.
"More, more, more, more!" Hermione shrieked. "I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, go…"
She trailed off as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her vision go white. It started in her core and spread out across her entire body, setting her every nerve alight with pleasure. Her cunt gushed hard, soaking Harry's balls and the bed under them with her fluids as it spasmed around nothing. She was a squirting, writhing, mindless mess, lost in a maelstrom of ecstasy as she experienced her first analgasm.
"That's just about how Rias described how I looked," Akeno giggled as Harry continued to fuck Hermione's brains out.
"Pretty much," Harry panted, feeling close to cumming as well.
Hermione's already vice-tight ass clenched almost painfully around him as she came and moving at all took effort, but he kept it up, both to prolong her pleasure and to chase his own. He came a moment later, groaning her name as he filled her bowels with what felt like gallons of cum. He collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms and burying his face in her wild mane as he panted for breath.
"That was so hot," Akeno grinned, settling down next to them.
"Glad you...enjoyed it," Harry panted, pulling his softening cock from Hermione's gaping asshole.
He rolled onto his back, seeking out and grasping Hermione's hand. She squeezed it and grunted wordlessly, still too out of it to speak. She was facing him, and when he brushed her hair out of her face and saw her smiling widely with her eyes closed, he chuckled and settled back.
"I know you too well to think that you won't be hard again in a moment," Akeno purred, waving her hand over his cock and cleaning it with a spell.
"I could use a little help," Harry smirked, and she grinned in response.
Without a word, she lowered herself down to his cock and took the half-hard length between her lips. Harry groaned and rested a hand on her head, closing his eyes as she started bobbing her head up and down on his cock.
"Fleur's right," he thought to himself. "This tournament has been a blessing in disguise."
That was the last coherent thought that crossed his mind for some time that day.
Lord Voldemort craned his neck from side to side as he sat upon his throne in Malfoy Manor, looking around the room at his genuflecting servants. The pleasant cracks he produced echoed through the room, a testament to how silent they all were. He had made his displeasure with each of them crystal clear by now, and they knew better than to draw his ire again.
"Long has it been since we all gathered together like this," he murmured, drawing their attention. "Although I am still displeased that none of you sought me out over the last thirteen years, I will admit that some of you have done good work. Lucius, the inroads you've made with the minister and his allies have been particularly useful."
"Fudge is a simple creature, my lord," Lucius said silkily. "So long as his coffers remain full and his approval rating high, he'll do as I say."
"Has Dumbledore done much to oppose you?" Voldemort asked.
"No, my lord," Lucius replied. "Dumbledore's focus remains on Hogwarts. His other positions he holds largely, I suspect, because he doesn't trust anyone else to take them in his stead. He's not much of a politician in truth."
That had always been the case. Throughout their long war, the old fool had only ever reacted to him, as though he hoped that he'd make a mistake. As a boy, he'd been consistently confounded by the man who introduced him to magic. How could someone who wielded such power be so reluctant to use it? He'd eventually realized that it was fear and weakness and that, although no one could deny that Dumbledore was a dangerous foe to cross wands with, he'd never be much of a threat otherwise. It left him frustrated, as he imagined Gellert Grindelwald had been. An opponent you couldn't easily put down but who also stood almost still in your way was incredibly vexing.
Dumbledore could wait, however, as, for the time being, he had more important things to focus on. He'd learn more of what the old man was up to when he reached out to Severus come the summer, either by making use of his loyal spy or torturing information out of a traitor.
"Has word of my return reached the minister yet?" Voldemort asked.
"No, my lord," Lucius replied.
"The aurors don't seem to know either," Walden Macnair added, flinching only a little when Voldemort's eyes fell on him.
"Curious," Voldemort mused, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his throne. "I would have expected the old fool to have tried to warn them by now."
"Is it possible that Dumbledore is unaware, my lord?" Alecto Carrow asked.
"Unlikely," Voldemort replied. "He's always had a talent for knowing things he shouldn't, and he has two marked death eaters under his roof just now. Even if Severus didn't tell him, I would expect treacherous Igor to turn to him in fear, not that the old man will be able to protect him for long."
"I'm going to enjoy catching up with Igor when the time comes," Crouch grinned, his eyes flashing malevolently.
"I imagine it was difficult to restrain yourself from gutting him in Hogwarts," Voldemort grinned. "For such a noble sacrifice, you will be rewarded, of course."
A few of them laughed at that, and he silenced them with a look.
"Igor can wait as well, however," Voldemort hissed. "For the time being, we have a far more important target to turn our attention to."
With a wave of his wand, a map appeared before them, hovering in the air and turning around slowly to show them all what they were truly there to discuss. A few pairs of eyes widened as they saw what he had in mind, though none truly looked surprised. When the map reached around to him, he looked down at it and grinned.
Azkaban Prison, which had held his most loyal and capable followers for over a decade.
"There is much that we need to do," Voldemort said as the meeting began in earnest.