Voldemort left the decaying body of the squirrel he'd tried inhabiting with an angry hiss. He had no idea how long he'd been haunting this Albanian forest this time, but he feared it had been years again. He'd been shocked when he possessed Quirrell to learn that a decade had passed the last time. One's perception of time shifted greatly when you had no body, and he really couldn't tell if it had been days, years, or decades since he'd last been foiled.
If he had a mouth, he'd have screamed in frustration. His followers had all abandoned him, and he wanted nothing more than to make them pay for that. Their marks remained, he knew, faded but still there. They knew that he was still alive but did nothing to aid him. That treason would be paid back a hundred-fold when he got the chance. He just needed a body; he just needed to find a way to…
"Ahh," he cried as he felt something pulling on his very essence.
For a moment he feared that his horcruxes had somehow been destroyed and he was slipping away to nothing, but that seemed impossible to him, and after a moment, he realized that he wasn't fading so much as being drawn somewhere specific. Raging at the idea of someone daring to try to command him, Voldemort tried to resist with all his might, reaching out towards the nearest living creature and trying to possess it to give him corporeality, but it didn't help.
It felt like he was fighting against himself somehow, and he had no idea what had gone so clearly wrong. Bit by bit, he grew exhausted as his very spirit's energy was sapped, and with one last angry scream, he was pulled away. He had enough awareness to realize quickly enough that he was not being drawn in the direction of Britain but rather in the opposite direction, and that fact made him even more confused.
"Ahh!" Voldemort raged as he came too in what looked like a verdant forest.
As he looked around, his eyes fell on what could only be Harry Potter, looking years older than he had the last time he saw him, and what looked like a satyr. He tried to launch himself at his foe, hoping to possess him, but found that he couldn't move a muscle, and it was only when he tried to struggle against whatever was binding him that he noticed what else was in the forest with them.
All around him were six versions of himself, each looking to be a different age. Two of them looked like him as a teenager, before he had truly begun to walk the path of power, while the other four looked like recreations of various points in his adulthood, ending with what he looked like the day that he was defeated. As he looked around, his mind racing in utter bewilderment, it dawned on him what each version of him represented, and he felt his blood run cold.
"Voldemort," Harry murmured, addressing the primary piece of his enemy's soul. "This is all of him then, Pan?"
"His entire being in the various pieces he cut himself into," Pan replied, and Voldemort's eyes widened at both the suggestion of what he was truly looking at and the name of the satyr.
"What is this?!" he demanded.
"You, all of you, gathered together inside the soul vessel you didn't intend to create," Pan replied.
"Didn't intend to...I don't know what this is, but I will kill you both...ugh!" Voldemort cried as vines wrapped around his limbs and forced him to his knees.
"No, you won't," Harry said coldly, glaring down at the man who murdered his parents. "You have no power here."
"Very good," Pan murmured, sounding pleased. "My power is yours to command in this space, though you needed to get a sense of your own supremacy here on your own. You witnessed my sacrifice, and now I need you to recreate that scene within the circle."
"Okay," Harry replied.
Focusing, he pictured the stone altar on which the fragment of Pan had been sacrificed and watched in shock as it appeared under Voldemort. The Dark Lord's red eyes widened in horror and his struggles grew more frantic.
"No, no!" he roared in fury, trying to break the vines holding him. "I will be bested so by a child. I am Lord Voldemort!"
"You were bested by a baby," Harry chuckled, "and in the end, that is how you'll be remembered. Not the unkillable Dark Lord who nearly brought Magical Britain to its knees, but as the wanker who tried and failed to murder an infant."
All seven Voldemorts struggled harder then, enraged by his words, but it was for naught. Pan was correct, and they had no more power in his soulscape than he allowed them. They'd had power before because he expected them to, but in truth they were trapped and helpless, and the thought brought a smile to his face. The primary soul piece was moved into place by the vines, struggling impotently all the way until he was lying on the altar.
"What once was sundered is made whole again!" Pan bellowed, his hands raised.
A fork of blood-red lightning shot from the body of the diary horcrux towards the primary Voldemort, and the two of them both convulsed as if being electrocuted.
"What was rejected is brought back into the fold," Pan continued, and a similar fork of lightning sprung from the ring horcrux. "What was carved away is put back in place."
Harry watched in awe as Pan continued to speak, and each line connected another horcrux to Voldemort's mangled soul. One by one, they were connected, with the bolts of red lightning growing thicker and more solid-looking each time a new one was added, until they began to resemble tendrils more than anything. When the last one was linked, the lightning turned a blinding white, and all seven Voldemorts screamed in unison.
"I won't be able to hold them for long," Pan admitted, "and this task must fall to you regardless. The fates deemed it so long ago."
"What task?" Harry asked, his eyes widening as Pan summoned and handed him a dagger just like the one Hyppolyta thrust into his chest millennia ago.
"The one who would master death must be destroyed," Pan replied. "Slay him upon the altar, and this will all finally be over."
"I kill him here, and he dies for good?" Harry asked.
"You kill him here and you end the greatest evil either of us have ever known," Pan replied with a small smile on his face.
Harry accepted the blade and walked between two of the bound, kneeling horcruxes. He'd known since he saw Voldemort back in his first year at Hogwarts that he wasn't truly dead and feared that he'd come back. He trained and studied hard for multiple reasons, but none more than that. When he pictured fighting his parents' murderer, though, it had always been an epic duel, something to rival Dumbledore's final confrontation with Grindelwald.
Stabbing him while he was bound and helpless wasn't something that would end up written about like that duel had been, but that didn't exactly matter. Killing him here, like this, ensured that he'd never come back, that he'd never hurt another living thing, and that was well worth foregoing an epic and awesome duel. He saw fear plain as day in Voldemort's crimson eyes as he raised the blade above his head and wondered just how many times the monster had seen and reveled in that very look in his victims. He brought the dagger down hard, plunging it between his ribs, and heard each of the horcruxes exhale violently.
"It's finished," Harry hissed as he pulled the blade back and had to jump away from the spray of blood that followed.
"Indeed it is," Pan chuckled as the horcruxes suffered a similar wound and began to bleed out rapidly.
Harry took a couple steps back, watching as they quickly died, and was shocked when Pan forcefully pulled him away. He was about to ask him what he was doing when a terrible scream brought his attention back to Voldemort. All seven pieces of the Dark Lord began to glow a bright white and shriek like banshees. The sound didn't seem to be coming from their mouths but rather their entire being, and Harry would have plugged his ears if he didn't feel the need to cover his eyes.
"What's happening to them?!" Harry shouted.
"What needed to," Pan replied.
The seven figures, bathed in light, were drawn together, glowing even brighter as they came closer, until they formed a single focused point of light on par with the sun. Harry braced himself for whatever was coming, having no idea why Pan would lead him to harm like this, and noticed through his covered eyes that the bright light began to rise above the ground. He tried to lash out at it, forcing it down and to darken, but it didn't work, and he quickly realized that Pan's will was working against his own.
What was left of Voldemort rose higher and higher, continuing its unceasing wail, until it burst force, shooting out of his soul like a rocket.
Harry got off only a single note on the panflute before going still.
"Don't tell me he's back in a coma," Tonks sighed, reaching out to see if the invisible barrier had returned.
Before her hand could reach Harry, he jerked his head up, and a terrible scream came from him, echoing through the cave.
"Harry!" Hermione cried, rushing towards him, only to be frozen in place.
Watching in horror, she saw as Harry's scar burst open and a blinding white light spilled forth from it. The light forced them all to close their eyes and seemed to grow brighter rapidly. It continued to grow, and they all stood helpless to do anything. The light rose higher in the cave, moving towards the giant crystal that was suspended from the ceiling, and just as Hermione started to wonder if they'd walked into a trap that was going to kill them all, it exploded.
"What the hell?!" Daphne cried as a wave of magic more powerful than anything she'd ever felt in her life rushed past her.
"Zat power...it is immense!" Fleur exclaimed, barely able to comprehend what she was feeling.
The wave of magic continued past them, pushing through the cave walls and out into the world. Unbeknownst to them or to the pair of wizards closer to the surface, who braced themselves for combat only to realize that the magic they felt wasn't hostile, it kept pushing outward in an unending wave, enveloping the entire world. Everywhere it went, electrical devices failed, and waste harmful to the Earth vanished.
The ten women opened their eyes as soon as they could, noticing that it was pitch black now, and rushed towards their shared lover, each one wondering what in the world they had just witnessed.
"What the hell was that?" Harry demanded, glaring at Pan as he laughed and sounded utterly relieved.
"Salvation," Pan replied, smiling earnestly.
"Salvation?" Harry asked.
"For this world and all its wonders," Pan replied. "The journey I undertook was done because a prophecy spoke of the end of all things. I sacrificed a part of myself to ensure that I would return here in spirit if I couldn't physically, and I went out to seek a way to prevent that prophecy from coming to pass."
"What did you find?" Harry asked.
"Like I said, I don't know," Pan replied. "The rest of me would have given instructions to my nymphs after being drawn into the flute, but it wasn't until you blew into it that I regained consciousness after my sacrifice, and the rest of me now slumbers as I once did. Whatever it was, though, it involved a powerful sacrifice, which I guess powered a ritual set up in the room you're physically in now."
"Will it hurt anyone there?" Harry asked, suddenly concerned about his lovers.
"I would not harm your nymphs, Harry," Pan replied reassuringly. "They would not have been the target of the ritual."
"What was?" Harry asked.
"The encroaching sea of steel and glass that threatened to smother all life," Pan replied. "That was what the oracle warned of and what I sought to fight. The sacrifice of a soul is a powerful thing, and one cut into seven pieces would have been far more powerful still. Whatever I came up with, I made sure that it had all the magical energy it could possibly need."
"The sea of steel and glass?" Harry asked.
"I didn't understand either, beyond the simple fact that it was a threat to the wild," Pan replied.
"What happens now?" Harry asked.
"Now, I find peace," Pan replied. "All that I knew and loved turned to ash long ago, and I'm ready to move on at last. Take my hand, and what began with a blade being thrust into my heart millennia ago will finally end. You came to the cave for power and knowledge; take it."
"I still have so many questions," Harry muttered, staring down at the ancient wizard's proffered hand.
"You'll find more answers taking my hand than I could give you in words," Pan replied, sounding tired and weary.
Harry realized that he wasn't going to get any more out of Pan and didn't know how to wake from whatever state he was in. Figuring that giving him what he wanted was probably safe, he took his hand and gasped at the sudden feeling of magic pouring into him.
"Let those who are already bound be made one," both he and Pan said in unison, and his world went blank again.
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed as he opened his eyes.
The others echoed his name, save for Luna, who cocked her head and peered at him with those big silver eyes of hers.
"Harry?" she asked, as if unsure of who he was.
"Yes," Harry replied, resting his hands on the stone altar under him. "What happened?"
He looked around and saw the room was lit up by a few lumos charms and that the glowing crystal had disappeared completely. He also noticed that the panflute was gone and, if the dust on his hands was any indication, had disintegrated the moment Pan ceased to be.
"The crystal exploded," Hermione replied. "I have no idea how we weren't all shredded by the fragments."
"It's as if it turned to dust," Tonks murmured.
"Your scar was bleeding badly, and when we went to heal it, it sealed up completely," Lavender murmured. "You can barely see the line now at all."
"Aww, and how will I have any sex appeal now without my scar?" Harry asked, making them all laugh.
"Your good looks and giant penis should help," Luna replied seriously, making him snort.
"I guess I'll just have to rely on tho...agh!" Harry groaned as he was hit by a sudden splitting headache.
He clutched his head, vaguely hearing exclamations of concern all around him as he was suddenly flooded with knowledge. He recalled Pan's entire long life, from his childhood in Arcadia, the son of a witch who fled from her Laconian captors with him in her womb. He recalled him growing into his power and finding others like him, the Olympian wizards and witches who were hailed as gods by the mundane population. He watched it all as if in a pensieve, observing the life of another being while staying very aware of the fact that it was not his. When he got to Pan's final journey, though, and to what purpose this entire thing had been, he froze and opened his eyes.
"Oh wow!" Lavender exclaimed as she stared at him.
"Harry, your eyes...they're glowing," Susan added.
"Fuck me," Harry muttered, barely hearing them as he grappled with the enormous amount of information that had just been jammed into his brain. It would likely take, at minimum, hours for him to sort through it all, and even then he couldn't quite recall the memory that bothered him enough to shock him out of the state he'd just been in. The headache had passed at least, and though he was struck by a lingering sense that something terrible had happened, he managed to relax a little.
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked.
"Your magic feels...different," Fleur murmured, running her nails through his hair as she tried to get a better idea of what she was sensing.
"Harry, what just happened?" Hermione asked. "What was that light that burst from your scar?"
"I'm not entirely sure yet, but the light was Voldemort," Harry replied.
"What?!" Tonks exclaimed.
"Voldemort sought to become immortal by cutting his soul into pieces and placing them in objects," Harry explained. When Ginny gasped, he turned to her and said, "Yes, it was the first one, and I was the last."
"What do you mean?" Daphne asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at his forehead.
"The reason why that scar never healed and why it hurt when I was close to him back in first year is that I had a piece of the SOB's soul in it," Harry explained, earning horrified looks from all of them. "It's gone now, as are the others. Pan managed to draw them all together, and I destroyed them. The light and the explosion were the result of his soul being forced out of mine."
"So he's dead for good now?" Susan asked.
"Yes," Harry replied, standing up, "and I...oh!"
As he stood up away from altar, he felt a sudden sense of Vertigo and rested a hand on Fleur's shoulder to steady himself. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and felt a rush of energy as magic seemed to suffuse his body. He was overcome by desires more intense than anything he'd felt before and groaned as he felt his cock harden rapidly.
"Oh my!" Luna gasped, and he grinned.
"I guess I don't have to ask who's going first," Harry murmured, opening his eyes only to see that his lover's gazes were locked, not on his cock but on his head. "What?"
"Harry, you…" Hermione went to reply.
"So you know how Pan had horns?" Lavender asked, and his hands flew to his head.
Sure enough, two long, curved horns had sprouted from his head, right behind his hairline. They curled backward along his head and outward, their sharp tips pointing outward on either side of his head. He felt himself grow taller and broader, his already strong frame becoming bull-like. A full beard grew from his face, and his body grew hairier as well.
"No hooves, please no hooves," he thought to himself.
Whether because of his body obeying his desires or not, he didn't end up with cloven feet or digitigrade legs, and by the time the transformation ended, he looked not truly like a satyr but like a horned, exceedingly virile-looking version of himself. His heavy cock stood proud in the air, seemingly unchanged, but he felt like his balls had gotten even bigger.
"Mon dieu," Fleur breathed, shuddering as her eyes raked over his form.
"I think he actually is now," Padma gasped. "What happened with you and Pan?"
"We became one," Harry replied. "Even now, I can feel my brain sorting through all of the knowledge I gained from him. In time, I'm pretty sure that I'll gain his powers as well. In fact…"
With an impish grin, Harry focused inward, trying to summon forth the knowledge to do one thing that he knew would thrill his girls. He recalled a memory then that he knew wasn't his, and a handful more like it came shortly. Focusing on how it felt to divide himself in two, he tried to recreate the spell and grinned at the wide-eyed looks he got as he succeeded.
"H...Harry," Hermione gasped, looking between the two of them as Lavender let out a shuddering breath.
"Oh fuck yes," the horny blonde moaned.
Harry looked at his clone and furrowed his brow, asking, "That's what I look like now?"
"That depends; do I look really buff and horned too?" the clone asked, sounding amused.
"The...there's two of you," Hermione breathed, pressing her hands against their muscular chests as if to make sure that they were both real.
"Really Lav?" Parvati giggled.
"I'll do it to you in exchange," Lavender replied. "It always feels weird doing it to myself."
"What are you two talking about?" Daphne asked.
"The lubrication charm," Lavender replied, squealing as the familiar cold feeling spread through her cleaned and lubed-up bowels.
"You really do have a one-track mind," Daphne muttered, shaking her head. She couldn't keep the small smile off of it, though.
"I've been dreaming about this since Tonks suggested it back in Britain," Lavender replied defensively. "Now I have a Harry for both holes."
"And you're going first, are you?" Ginny asked, eyeing Harry hungrily.
"First?" Harry asked. "Why would any of you need to wait?"
Casting the spell again, he smirked at the reaction he got to creating eighteen more clones.
"I'm so glad we came here!" Luna exclaimed.
"Wi...will they fit?" Daphne balked.
"I'm willing to find out if you are, luv," Susan replied, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend from behind.
"They'll fit," Fleur replied confidently. "We might need to be carried out of here by the time they're done, but luckily, our 'arrys 'ave such big, strong arms."
"You know I'll take good care of my loving nymphs," Harry purred.
"Fuck, I guess it's actually true now," Tonks snorted, shaking her head.
The Harrys paired off and walked towards each of their lovers, who looked up at them in awe. Ten pairs of eyes, dark with lust, widened as they were pulled into heated embraces. The sounds of muffled moans filled the cave as they began kissing passionately, and they turned to squeals when the Harrys cast lubrication charms on the others.
"Oh God!" Hermione cried as she broke the kiss for air and her Harry took the opportunity to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
She cried out even louder when another Harry started kissing along the other side, nibbling on one of her earlobes. Having just one Harry was so overwhelming that she'd felt the need to bring other women into their bed to see if something was wrong with her. The idea of having multiple Harrys fucking her should have scared her, and yet as she stood trapped between two of them, she felt hotter and wetter than she ever had in her life.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" Lavender cried as two identical mouths sucked on her nipples. "Can I have like five of you gangbang me into a coma for my birthday?"
"Wouldn't that...holy fuck that feel so good...be a waste?" Susan asked as one Harry lapped at her folds while another tongue-fucked her arsehole. "I mean, we're all going to pass out in no time when they start fucking us."
"Yeah, but it would be so hot," Lavender moaned. "I want to black out in a sea of muscley goodness."
"If that's what you want, luv," one of her Harrys chuckled. "Then that's what you'll get."
"Merlin' balls, you two are going to destroy me," Ginny moaned, kneeling before her Harrys as she stroked their long, thick cocks. She had them standing right in front of each other, wanting to visualize what having two of them so close to each other was going to look like. "Padma, I'll close back up really quickly, right?"
"Hmm?" Padma asked, letting the giant cock slip out of her mouth. Before moving back to the other one, she replied, "Yes. I know they're all as big as our bloody forearms, but we will close back up."
"I wonder how many of you I can actually take," Tonks mused as she stretched her mouth open wide enough to engulf two of their cocks at once.
"Oh fuck," the two Harrys moaned in unison.
Under any other circumstances, having his cock pressed against another one would have been a hard no for him, but with it being another copy of his own, it didn't bother him much.
"Gods, I'm so glad you guys brought me into this!" Parvati cried before taking the cock in front of her deep into her throat.
That Harry sank his fingers into her hair, groaning aloud while the other one continued to eat her out from behind.
"Susan, the next time you have a good idea and I question it at all, just slap me," Daphne grinned as she watched her Harrys slowly stroke their cocks for her. "I can't believe I ever argued against joining in on this."
"It's like I wandered into a centaur colony, and I'm about to be ravaged by every stallion among them," Luna sighed, taking a break between kissing her Harrys. "How do you want me? You can take me in every position physically possible if you like, but I'll likely only be awake for one."
"'Ow about we all line up our 'ands and knees," Fleur suggested, smirking at the sight of the two massive cocks in front of her, shiny and slick with her saliva. "Then our bulls can ravage us in unison."
"I somehow doubt synchronized shagging will ever make it to the Olympics," Tonks quipped, making them all laugh.
"I think that's a great idea," the original Harry grinned.
"Fuck, I think your voice actually got deeper," Lavender moaned.
The ten of them scrambled into position, not hesitating at all to sink down to the knees on the soft grass under them. Harry looked at their quivering forms and smiled warmly. He never would have imagined being so lucky as to have one of these beautiful women in his life, much less all of them. Sirius' choice to give him the flute when he was a baby was reckless and foolish, but it had given him so much. Not only had it ultimately freed him from Voldemort, but it had brought him more love than he ever could have imagined. He owed the man for that, but in that moment, he was the furthest thing from his mind. He had ten horny nymphs to satisfy, something that was going to be easier for him than it ever had been before.
Ten of the Harrys walked forward, their hive mind making it easy to communicate instantly and silently, and sank down to their knees.
"Fuck us, 'Arry!" Fleur exclaimed. "Show us why we're all 'appy to be yours."
The Harry behind her grinned and grabbed her hips, watching as the other clones did the same with the others. In unison, each one spread the labia of the girl in front of them with their thumbs, grinning as they all shivered in anticipation. He'd never looked at all of them at once before and took a moment to admire the subtle differences between their pussies.
They were all perfect to him, but each was unique in their own way, and the thought that they were all his filled him with a sense of pride and possessiveness he'd never known. Everyone filled with his divine cock was changed for it, and none could ever hope to find completion with another. Pan had taken every woman who fell sway to his charms under his wing, gathering together a family of loving nymphs who lived together in blissful harmony in his forest for years beyond remembrance. They had long since been lost, but he had gathered a new family and would ensure that they knew naught but happiness with him.
Without warning, each clone buried their cocks to the hilt inside them in one long, synchronized thrust, and their screams of pleasure echoed through the cave.
"Yes, gods!" Padma cried as Parvati let out a wordless shriek.
"Mon Dieu, you feel even better," Fleur gasped. "I suppose you are my god now."
She giggled at that, as did the others, and Harry didn't correct her. The Olympians hadn't been gods in truth, but the power they came to wield made them close enough. It was a pity that Pan died before the rest of them disappeared, for it meant he'd likely never know what happened to them.
"It turns out satyr penis really is the best," Luna sighed, squeaking as he brushed against something inside her that made colors flash before her eyes.
"His cock already was," Lavender smiled.
"Happy I talked you into this?" Susan asked, taking Daphne's hand as the already shaking blonde let out a low moan.
"So much," Daphne whimpered. "I love you, Sue."
"I love you toahh, fuck!" Susan cried as the Harry behind her buried the last inch of his cock inside her sweltering tunnel.
"Should have...let you rut me...right in the chamber," Ginny panted, digging her fingers into the dirt below as the feeling of being stretched to her absolute limit made her toes curl.
"We still could," her Harry offered.
"Maybe clean it up a bit first," Hermione giggled before moaning in pleasure.
"Thank you so much, Hermione," Parvati whimpered, taking the brunette's hand. "I owe you so much."
"We all do...fuck me, you're so big!" Tonks moaned. "I doubt even I could take more."
"Oh, but you will," the Harry inside her chuckled as he leaned forward and started nibbling on her ear. "You're going to stuffed so full, even your powers won't be able to compensate."
He started fucking her then, and Tonks screamed, cumming immediately. The rest of them followed suit, and soon enough the cave room was filled with the sounds of wet squelching, slapping, and pleasured screams. The effects of satyr sex remained as pronounced among them as ever. In time, as their bodies adjusted due to receiving a touch of his power each time they coupled, they'd gain the stamina to last more than a moment with him inside them, but as it was, they couldn't, and all ten of them quickly found themselves lost in the unending ecstasy of a perpetual peak.
One thing that had changed was Harry and, using a trick he'd picked up from Pan's memories, the clones, moving in unison, cast a spell that not only cleaned out and lubricated their arses, but temporarily relaxed their muscles enough to let him enter their tightest holes with ease. They pulled their cocks from the girls still spasming cunts and looked down at them with identical grins.
"Never...getting...used to that," Hermione panted, grinning from ear to ear.
"You will to an extent," Harry corrected her. "Each time we have sex from now on, you'll become more nymph-like, and eventually, you'll be able to handle me more normally. Imagine what it will be like when I can fuck you for hours without you passing out."
The idea of experiencing the cosmic pleasure of having him fuck them through orgasm after mind-melting orgasm for hours on end was so utterly sinful that not one of them failed to shudder at the thought.
"Take us," Hermione moaned.
"Over and over again until we're your nymphs for real," Lavender purred.
"I wonder if Mum's a seer," Tonks murmured.
"You think your mother foresaw you getting fucked like a whore by a bunch of horny satyrs and named you in honor of it?" Ginny chuckled.
"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds silly," Tonks laughed.
"Soon enough you'll be my nymph in truth," Fleur smiled, "and 'is."
The ten girls moved to take each other's hands as they pushed themselves back up onto their hands and knees and waited patiently for what was coming. Harry had no interest in making them wait any longer, and the ten clones swiftly lined themselves up and pushed inside the girls incredibly tight, hot arseholes.
"Holy fuck, yes!" Padma cried as she felt inch after thick inch of his cock slip inside her arse.
It was an easier anal penetration than she'd ever experienced, and before she could ask what kind of magic made that possible, she felt her lover's hips press up against her plump cheeks, and he reached around to lift her up. The ten of them watched with wide eyes as the remaining Harrys walked around the room and towards them, their hard cocks leaking precum everywhere. None of them had ever seen him so desperate for release, and they all knew that they were in for the fucking of a lifetime.
"Umm, are we sure this work?" Lavender squeaked as she looked down at the positively equine cocks in front of her, already feeling full beyond measure.
"Yeah that's...oh fuck," Ginny whimpered as her Harry's cock pressed against a particularly sensitive spot in her cunt through the thin membrane that separated it from her arse.
"Do you think I could take two in each hole?" Luna asked, and everyone looked at her in shock. "I mean, probably not, but…"
"You're all safe with me," Harry assured them. "You know that."
"Yeah, we do," Hermione smiled, shaking with both desire and nervousness.
"If you actually cripple me, I expect to be carried around by Harry clones for the rest of my life," Daphne said, sounding far too prim and proper for a girl who had a giant cock in her arse.
"You have my word," Harry chuckled.
The Harrys in front of them all looked in their eyes as they approached, expressing all of the affection and tenderness that they could. The girls all nodded, their hearts pounding in their chests at the thought of what they were about to do and, after taking a moment to position them properly, sank to the hilt inside her dripping pussies.
Orgasmic screams and squeals echoed through the cave immediately. It was so much more intense than anything they'd ever experienced before or even imagined, and they were instantly overwhelmed. They thrashed about and writhed in ecstasy as wave after soul-searing wave of pleasure so incredible it could only be called divine wracked their bodies. Each one was held firmly by a pair of strong bodies, though, and none of them had to fear being dropped no matter how much they squirmed.
"Holy fuck," Harry groaned, a sentiment shared by his every clone as they all started fucking the girls together.
They were so much tighter than any of them had ever been, and it was a struggle to move at all at first, but they managed. They were as full as they possibly could be, stretched to their absolute limits, and it made them feel even more incredible than normal. The fact that they were constantly spasming around him, squeezing his shafts and milking him as he pounded them, only added to that.
Because each clone was Harry, and they were all connected mentally, they were able to move together perfectly. Each time one of the ones buried inside one of the girls' pussies pulled back, the one in her arse thrust forward and so on, ensuring that each one was constantly full of cock, constantly stimulated in every way possible.
They screamed, squealed, and shrieked in joy, their eyes rolling back in their heads as they were utterly lost in a sea of ecstasy no woman had experienced since Pan last walked the earth. The scene of bacchanalian hedonism went on and on, long past the point where it grew too intense for the girls still mortal minds to keep up with as Harry lost himself in a dance he was slowly gaining more and more memories of.
If he'd been less focused on sex, he might have remembered that there was a man far back in the cave who was surely quite worried about him just then, and indeed, in that moment, Sirius and Dumbledore had just gotten through the first barrier and were about to discover that they would need to get through plenty more to reach him.
"Sorry about that," Harry winced a while later as he joined Sirius and Dumbledore just outside the final chamber. "I kind of lost track of time. Did you really need to bother the headmaster, though?"
"Harry, we fear there might be something terribly wrong with the flute," Dumbledore said before Sirius could say anything. "We think it might contain not just Pan's power but his soul."
"It did," Harry replied, "but that turned out to be a good thing because I contained Voldemort's."
"What?" Sirius asked.
"Contained?" Dumbledore asked, putting emphasis on the passed, tense part of the word.
"My scar," Harry replied. "When I used the flute down here, Pan and I fought him and kicked him out, destroying the rest of his soul in the process. He's gone for good, Professor."
"I...you're sure?" Dumbledore asked.
"Very," Harry replied, "though I can offer only my word. If you felt a wave of energy sweep past you, that was his soul being destroyed and ejected from me."
"We did feel that," Sirius muttered. "Is there any way that you could make sure he's really gone this time?"
"There would be an orb in the Hall of Prophecy within the Department of Mysteries," Dumbledore replied, stroking his long beard. "If it has gone dim, then the prophecy has been fulfilled."
"Well, that's a plan then," Sirius smiled. "Pan didn't hurt you then?"
"Yes, did he try to possess you?" Dumbledore asked.
"No," Harry replied, "though there were some side effects."
He undid the illusionary charms he'd cast on himself then, meant to hide his transformation, and couldn't help but laugh at how his godfather and headmaster reacted.
"Pan's gone," Harry replied. "He was more than happy to move on after all this time, but I absorbed him in the process."
"Extraordinary!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Is the flute just a flute now?"
"It turned to dust," Harry replied.
"Are the others getting dressed?" Sirius asked.
"They're sleeping," Harry replied. "There's one other thing that you should know."
He didn't need to say a word to summon the ten clones of himself that he'd kept around, and they walked in carrying his lovers. Everyone was clothed in the same conjured robes that he was, making them look far more like a sex cult than normal.
"The satyrs were all Pan?" Dumbledore asked, figuring that out quickly.
"Indeed," Harry replied. "I can make seemingly limitless clones of myself now."
"Can I be there when you demonstrate that ability to Snape?" Sirius asked, grinning. He pointedly ignored the disapproving look that Dumbledore shot him.
"Well, I don't see any reason to dally further," Dumbledore murmured.
They made their way out of the cave quietly, taking a couple minutes to traverse its winding pathways, and Harry smiled as he stepped out into the forest. He'd always felt at home in natural spaces like it and that had only intensified after his transformation.
"I had a number of portkeys made that will return us to Britain," Dumbledore announced as they reached the forest. "Did you leave anything back in Tripoli?"
"I collected our things while I waited for you to arrive," Sirius replied.
Realizing that they'd be better off awake while being portkeyed out of the country, Harry had his clones cast silent ennervate charms on them.
"Huh...what? Headmaster?" Hermione asked blearily as she came to.
"I called him in because I thought you were in danger," Sirius explained.
"We were fine," Lavander sighed, smiling happily.
"More than fine," Ginny giggled, rubbing her eyes.
"Are we going home?" Luna asked.
"Yes," Harry replied, willing his clones to disappear the moment they were on their feet.
None of them stood particularly steadily just then, but they held onto each other as they hobbled towards the four socks Dumbledore placed on the ground. He activated them as soon as he was sure that everyone had a hand on one, and the entire group was transported to the lobby of the English ministry.
"Albus, thank goodness," an old, bearded man in the plum-colored robes muttered as soon as he saw him.
"Tiberius, what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked.
"There's been an...incident that requires our full attention," Tiberius Ogden replied. "A full session of the Wizengamot has been called."
"I see," Dumbledore replied, stroking his beard. "Sirius."
"Fine, I'll come along," Sirius sighed. "You're good to floo home?"
"Yeah, we'll be fine," Harry assured him. "Try not to die of boredom."
"I make no promises," Sirius chuckled. "See you later."
As the two of them followed their fellow lord, Harry led his lovers to the floo ports and made sure that they all got through before taking a handful of the green powder and, as he threw it in, said clearly, "12 Grimmauld Place."
He stumbled through the fireplace, catching himself more quickly than normal, and only realized belatedly that there was frantic muttering going on around him.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked. "Why are you here?"
"They showed up at the door, and I let them in," Kreacher replied before disappearing.
Harry looked over and saw that Hermione's parents were standing there.
"Something's happened, Hermione," Dan muttered. "The power's gone out."
"Oh, is that all?" Hermione asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Given the time of year, it's not ideal, but it's not that unusual."
"Yeah, probably some dumb squirrel chewing through wires at a power plant or something," Tonks shrugged.
"Or ice taking down wires elsewhere," Hermione murmured.
"Your source of power is so flimsy it can be undone by small rodents and ice?" Daphne asked archly.
"It's not that!" Charlotte exclaimed, shaking. "When the lights went out, we tried to turn the radio on only to learn that the batteries had died. We tried changing them out, but nothing else we own worked either."
"We grew concerned about you and thought of driving into the city to see how you were doing, but the car battery was dead too," Dan continued. "It's not just that the power's out; all the batteries are dead too."
Harry's eyes widened at that as he was overcome by a sense that he knew more of what was going on than he realized.
"Wait, if you didn't drive here, how...are you here?" Hermione asked. "We live sixty miles away."
"We...um, we don't actually know," Dan replied.
"How can you not know?" Lavender asked. "Too much eggnog?"
"When I realized that the problem was greater than we first thought, I sort of panicked, not being able to contact you and let you know to stay where you were if you returned early," Charlotte replied, glaring at Lavender for a moment. "We'd been here before and recalled it well, and as I thought about the place, my growing concern about you, I suddenly felt like my whole body was being sucked into my navel."
"I had my arm around her at the time and felt it as well," Dan said. "The next thing I knew, we were standing outside here, in the freezing bloody cold without our coats. We banged on the door until that rather surly creature let us in."
"That sounds like apparition," Susan said.
"It can't be, though," Hermione breathed, staring at her parents in confusion.
"Accidental apparition has been documented before but…" Tonks murmured.
"You're both muggles," Hermione finished for her. "What in the world is going o...Harry?"
She looked over and saw him standing in the same place he'd been since he arrived, his skin pale and his jaw dropped.
"'Arry!?" Fleur exclaimed, cupping his cheek and looking in his eyes. "Is something wrong?"
"Not with me," Harry replied, sitting down wearily as he finally realized what the nagging thought he'd been struggling with since he started assimilating Pan's knowledge and power was.
The sacrifice of a soul was a great and terrible thing, and it could power rituals of truly awesome power. A soul cut into seven pieces and reunited would be exponentially more powerful as a sacrifice, and with such a thing, almost anything could be achieved.
"I think we might have flooded the entire earth with magic," Harry murmured, wincing as Hermione's eyes went wide as saucers before snapping over to her parents.
How better, after all, to undo a world overrun by people tearing apart nature itself than to take away the very technology that sustained them? Pan's solution to the prophecy the oracle spoke of so long ago was as simple as it was terrifying, and they'd all helped him do it.
"What does that even mean?" Lavender asked.
"I think it means everyone has magic now," Luna replied, earning a chorus of incredulous replies from the others.
"It means everything just got a lot more complicated," Harry murmured, burying his head in his hands.
Technically, it meant that everything had gotten a lot more simple, but he doubted that everyone would see it that way. At the end of the day, they had played around with things they didn't understand and gotten swept up in a plot that was hatched millennia ago. He couldn't even truly blame Pan; from whose ancient perspective, the modern world would have been an unimaginable evil. What's done was done, and while he would seek to help out where he could, there would be limits to just what he could achieve. Still, as he looked around the room at his nymphs, he knew that he'd have plenty of help.