"You have talent, but you lack discipline," Souji Okita barked. "Again!"
Kiba growled and swung his blade high towards the man's head, only to shift at the last second and stab towards his thigh. Souji recognized the feint for what it was and effortlessly redirected the blade away before driving his shoulder into the blonde's chest, knocking him back.
"Better," he said. "Again!"
Rias watched the two of them sparring and smiled. Progress was still very slow, but her newest servant seemed to be starting to open to people again. She'd expected things to be difficult with him, and she was proven almost immediately correct, but as she'd expected, her brother's knight was proving to be a capable mentor to the murdered orphan she'd taken in. He had accepted his new name, discarding Isaiah along with the life he'd lost, but actually moving on from what he'd suffered would take time. At least he was better than he'd been on the first day.
"No, no!" Rias heard a male voice cry out as soon as she arrived at her family's castle.
"I take it that's…" she went to ask.
"Your new knight, yes," her father replied. "He's having as rough a go of things as I expected. Violent deaths always leave their marks on those we deign to bring into our service, and given how dreadful his particular end was, you're going to have your work cut out for you there, I'm afraid."
"I'll go to him," Rias declared. "He should recognize me at least."
"Hopefully that helps," Zeoticus said. "Restraining him is easy but time-consuming."
Rias flew up the stairs towards the room that her mother had selected for Isaiah and found her standing outside it, sipping a cup of tea as she watched the display.
"Hello, dear," she murmured as she spotted her.
"Who's in with him?" Rias asked.
"Not Grayfia," Venelana assured her with a knowing smile.
Rias breathed a sigh of relief at that. She truly liked her sister-in-law, but the silver-haired queen of annihilation wasn't the gentlest creature in the universe.
"I'll take care of him," Rias said before turning to enter the room.
"Where is everyone?" Isaiah snarled at the maids, who were holding him down with ease. "Where's Tosca? Where's the bishop? Where…"
He trailed off as he spotted her and froze. Rias was used to seeing boys freeze in her presence, but it wasn't desire she saw in his blue eyes as he took in the sight of her, but fear.
"You," he whispered, sounding horrified. "You were from my dream."
"Oh," Rias thought to herself sadly. Turning to the servants, she commanded, "Leave us."
"Yes, my lady," they said in unison.
"You...you can't be here," Isaiah stuttered, his eyes filling with tears. "You can't be real. You…"
"I'm so sorry," Rias said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"No," Isaiah choked, weeping openly as he was confronted with the terrible reality that it hadn't been a nightmare. "Why?"
"I can't say," Rias replied. "By the time I arrived, most of them had fled. My friends and I slew the ones who pursued you, but the ones behind it, including the bishop, were already gone."
"Galilei," the blonde growled, his voice filled with such burning hatred that even Rias was taken aback. "Wait, though, why were you there?"
"I was investigating reports of bizarre experiments from the church," Rias replied.
"From the...oh God," Isaiah gasped, wincing in sudden pain as he did so. "You're a…"
"I'm a devil, yes," Rias replied, revealing her bat-like wings to him.
"Our father, who...ahh!" the blonde cried, grabbing his head. "What the…"
"I offered you the gift of devilry as you lay dying, and you accepted," Rias explained. Reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder, she added, "You're one of us now."
"No, that's...I…" he stammered, jerking his shoulder away from her touch.
He drew his knees up towards his face and curled into a ball as he sat there, staring out at nothing.
"You've been given a new life, my knight," Rias said softly, "and with that comes potential the likes of which you cannot imagine. For now, though, know that myself and my family's servants are here for you."
"Just go," he whispered, closing his eyes. "Please go."
"Alright," Rias said, running her nails softly through his hair. He barely flinched that time, and she gave him one last sad smile before turning to go. As she reached the door, something occurred to her, and she said, "Kiba."
"What?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking at her in confusion.
"We devils sometimes give those we make our servants new names to signify the transition from their old life to their new one," Rias explained. "As my knight, my swift-footed sword, I can't think of a more appropriate name than Kiba Yuuto, and so you should be."
"I guess I don't get a say in that, my master," Kiba spat.
"I won't force it on you, but it really can help you move on," Rias replied softly.
"I will never forget my friends," Kiba growled. "I'll never forget what they did for me, and I will never forget my mission. I'm going to kill Valper Galilei if that's the last thing I do."
"A worthy goal to be sure," Rias said, "but to do that, you're going to need to grow strong enough to take on the fallen angels he's sure to turn to. I can help you there, but you'll need to work with me."
Her new knight gave her a contemplative look at that before lying down on his back and glaring at the ceiling. Figuring that that was as good as things were going to get for now, Rias closed the door behind her and departed back to Japan.
"How'd it go?" Akeno asked as soon as she reappeared in the meeting room of the Occult Research Club back in Kuoh.
"He seems to be improving, but I didn't speak to him," Rias replied.
"I can't wait to properly meet him," Akeno smiled before giggling at the newspaper in her hand. "You outdid yourself with this, by the way."
"It was mostly Luna, actually," Rias smirked. "I just offered some editorial suggestions."
"Well, if her skills as a reporter are any indication, she's going to make a fine devil," Akeno laughed. "Have you decided on the piece?"
"Probably a pawn, actually," Rias replied. "She's as powerful as any normal witch, but it's not like she possesses a sacred gear or anything, so any of the more powerful pieces might be overkill. At any rate, I'm not offering her anything until I've turned Harry, because I don't know what I'll be using on him."
"Probably for the best," Akeno murmured, setting the paper down. "Have you given any thought to Hermione, out of curiosity?"
"As in making her a devil?" Rias asked. "No."
"I'm not suggesting it yet," Akeno said. "She still plainly distrusts us, but she cares for Harry, and she seems to be every bit as smart as he claimed. Sona came by earlier looking for you, and it occurred to me just how outclassed we're going to be when we inevitably face her in a rating game down the line. Her peerage isn't terribly powerful just yet, but she's brilliant and an incredible strategist."
"I wouldn't say that Hermione is her equal," Rias argued.
"No, but she might help even the scales a bit if that intelligence lends itself to strategy at all," Akeno replied. "Just something to think about."
Rias tapped her fingers on the desk as she considered her queen's counsel and looked down at the copy of the quibbler on her desk with a grin. The front page article, written by Luna with her help, was going to have quite an impact on magical Britain.
"So can you give us a hint about what you've done?" Harry asked as he watched his blonde friend practically shake with excitement in the great hall as they had breakfast.
"I've asked more than once, and she's stayed mum," Hermione replied before sipping her tea.
"You'll like it, I'm sure," Luna said, looking up at the high table where the professors were all seated.
Hagrid was there, which was an improvement, though he still looked miserable. She couldn't understand how someone could gleefully hurt such a sweet man. He had never made fun of her for asking about various magical creatures, even when it was clear that he didn't think some of them actually existed.
"If I could have your attention," Dumbledore called out, instantly silencing the entire hall. "First off, welcome back to another term at Hogwarts. This year has been full of excitement, blank, and, I hope, education…"
He trailed off there to allow the few people who laughed to do so.
"Over the holidays, something came to light here that you must be informed about," he continued. "You see Professor Moody sitting to my right, as he has each morning since the start of the year, but this is the first time that you've actually seen him. An impostor had taken his place and used his disguise to cause trouble. Among the things he did was enter Harry Potter's name into the goblet of fire."
That caused a great deal of commotion, and Harry sighed as most of the people around him turned to look at him in shock.
"How do we know that's true?" Malfoy called out, his voice just barely loud enough to be heard through the chatter. "Scarhead could have paid him off to claim that."
"Are you accusing me of taking bribes, Mr. Malfoy?" Moody roared, making the entire hall go silent again and the blonde ponse freeze in fright.
"The aurors are involved, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said. "They are not so easily fooled, I assure you, and neither am I."
"How'd he do it?" Roger Davies asked. "And who was he?"
"He used a very complicated potion," Dumbledore replied, "and he was a criminal who should have ended up in Azkaban for good long ago. As this is an active investigation, I can't say anymore and…"
Dumbledore trailed off then as a whirlwind of fluttering wings erupted into the hall. More owls than Harry could recall seeing at once before in and dropped copies of what was clearly a newspaper in front of everyone.
"Why in Merlin's name would I want the Quib…" Malfoy went to ask before he went silent in shock at the front page of the newspaper.
LOCAL REPORTER BUGS NATION
The title, in big, bold font, stood above a moving image of the reporter in question transforming from her colorful beetle form to an even tackier human form.
Rita Skeeter's articles have become a mainstay of the Daily Prophet. Often expressive, direct, and with a colorful connection to the truth, they've entertained the masses for years. The level of detail in them has left many wondering, ever since Skeeter began her illustrious career in the early seventies, just how she's always managed to get her information.
Well, dear readers, the answer to that burning question is finally here, writes Luna Lovegood, special correspondent of the Quibbler. Rita Skeeter is an animagus; a beetle animagus, to be specific. As colorful as her writing style, the insect form, a representation of Skeeter's very soul, has allowed her for years to access any building she likes completely undetected. Aside from likely dodging the occasional spider, it seems like she's faced very few obstacles in her career.
We at the Quibbler tried to inquire with the Improper Use of Magic Office to confirm Miss Skeeter's status as a registered animagus, but they were unable to do so, likely an oversight of some sort, we're sure. After all, who could deny clear and obvious evidence such as the picture included in this article? We would like to congratulate Miss Skeeter on her accomplishment, as becoming an animagus is quite a feat, and wish her the best, but there are some questions that naturally arise from her work, in light of his information.
The article went on from there to reference several articles Skeeter had written over the years where the possibility that she'd gained her information by flying in and observing the things she wrote of was disturbing, including one back in the mid eighties about some lord's son who had impregnated a girl while they were in their fifth year at Hogwarts.
"We here at the Quibbler aren't accusing Miss Skeeter of spying on Hogwarts students in their most private moments, but we do think that the public has a right to know," Hermione read aloud, laughing. "Oh, she's finished."
Harry figured that she was right about that. Even with the Quibbler having a less than stellar reputation as a newspaper, the damning image and sheer number of accusations contained within would likely result in an investigation, particularly if the people in charge of the auror department weren't fans of the bug.
"Luna, how many copies of this were printed?" he asked.
"Enough to send it to everyone in Magical Britain," Luna replied. "That's what your generous contribution went towards. Thanks again for that."
"Happy to help," Harry chuckled as he set the paper down. "Did you write this by yourself?"
"I got you know who to help," Luna replied. "Not You Know Who you know who, of course, but you do know who."
Harry snorted at that.
"Remind me not to piss you off," Ginny snorted, setting her paper down and shaking her head as she laughed softly.
"Speaking of you know who," Hermione whispered in his ear. "Have you gotten a chance to make any inquiries, yet?"
"No," Harry replied. "I was going to wait for history to do that."
"More productive than a nap, I suppose," Hermione chuckled as she got up.
The three of them walked together, with Luna heading towards her transfiguration class while they were going to History of Magic. As they passed the Slytherin table, they overheard Goyle speaking to Malfoy.
"Um, is it illegal to talk to an unregistered animagus?" the dimwitted boy asked.
Malfoy just pinched the bridge of his nose and glared down at the paper in front of him.
Once they were out of the great hall, Hermione turned to Luna and asked, "How exactly did you get your hands on that picture?"
"Rias got her familiar to stalk her for a while with a magical camera I lent her," Luna replied quietly.
"Thank you," Hermione said, recalling well what the terrible reporter had written about her, "and remind me to thank her as well."
Luna just smiled and left for her class.
Deep in the recesses of his mind, Harry felt all around him for any sign of Voldemort. It had taken probably ten minutes to get to this stage, where he was able to force out all the distractions around him and focus entirely inward. There weren't that many distractions in his history class, of course, just a few scratching quills, more snores, and the droning of a monotone ghost reading a textbook to them. It was a wonder anyone stayed awake in Binns' class, honestly.
In his mind's eye, he was in an inky void, floating aimlessly through nothing and all alone, except, that he didn't feel like he was. He had the strange feeling that he was being watched, and he focused on that feeling, hoping that it might lead him to his target. He continued floating through the void he'd created by emptying his mind to the best of his ability and quieting his thoughts, hoping that he might stumble across something when he bumped into what felt like a door.
"What the…" Harry muttered, opening his eyes and looking at the door in front of him.
In the darkness, he couldn't make out what it was, but it felt wrong, and there was a powerful presence coming from it. That presence didn't seem to be aware that he was there, and he got the sense that he should keep it that way. As he backed away from the door, he noticed a tiny flicker of light to his right, through the corner of his eye, and turned to face it. There was nothing there, and he thought for a moment that perhaps he was seeing things, until he recalled that he was in his own mind.
"Show yourself," he ordered and the tiny flicker turned into a light so bright that he had to shield his eyes for a moment. "Dim that to a level I can look at."
An enraged growl emanated from the area, and the light dimmed. Harry floated over and saw that there was another room inside his mind, this one without a door, and as he looked inside, his eyes widened. There was a man standing in there, or at least what had once been a man. Tall, thin, bald, and pale, he was clad in a dark black robe and a matching cloak around his shoulders. His crimson eyes stared balefully at Harry as he snarled in impotent rage.
"Voldemort," Harry said, smirking at the sight of his great enemy.
"Potter," Voldemort hissed. "It won't work, you know. No matter what you make me tell you or what help you get from having sold yourself to the devils, you will never vanquish me. I am eternal."
"Kneel," Harry ordered.
"I kneel to no wahh!" Voldemort cried out as he was forced to his knees.
A chair appeared before the genuflecting dark lord and Harry sat down.
"Had you not come after my family that night," he said coldly, "you'd have probably won. Instead, you're going to tell me everything you know, and then I'm going to use your own knowledge to finish you off."
The hatred in Voldemort's red eyes as he glared at him was almost palpable, but there was something else in there as well: fear.
"Alright, to start with, how many horcruxes did you intentionally make?" Harry asked.
"Five," Voldemort croaked, trying desperately to prevent the word from escaping his lips.
"Five, Merlin's balls," Harry muttered. "How many did you intend to make?"
"Six," Voldemort replied.
"So there's probably another one that you won't know about," Harry sighed.
"As I said, you will not stop me," Voldemort smirked.
"What objects did you make into horcruxes?" Harry asked.
"My diary, a ring that belonged to my mother's family, a locket that belonged to Salazar Slytherin, a cup that belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw's diadem," Voldemort spat, sounding like each word was painful.
"Where did you hide them, other than the diary, of course?" Harry asked.
"Ahh!" Voldemort screamed as he fought against the geas binding his very soul. He clawed at the ground and tried desperately to stop himself from answering, but eventually he did, saying, "The diadem is in the school, in the Room of Requirement, the locket is in a cave in Dorset near the village of Kimmeridge, the ring is the Gaunt's old home just outside of Little Hangleton, and the cup is in Bellatrix's vault in Gringotts."
"You actually hid one of them in Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Until that little loon you started bedding learned of it from the house elves, no one else had ever even heard of the room," Voldemort snarled.
"Well, that one will be simple to find," Harry mused. "The cup less so. What sort of protections did you place on them?"
Voldemort winced, having clearly hoped that Harry wouldn't ask, and proceeded to launch into an extensive and disturbing reply about the sheer number of curses he had placed on his horcruxes and what they did. Harry listened eagerly, wishing that he could take notes in his mind and promising to jot all of this down once he came to. Once he was done, Voldemort went silent and glared at him again.
"Alright, now, in your honest opinion, if I wanted to learn all that you know about magic, where would be the best place to start?" Harry asked, curious what his enslaved dark lord would say.
"Occlumency," Voldemort replied through gritted teeth.
"Why?" Harry asked. "In full."
Voldemort growled and said, "If we didn't start learning magic so young, it would be the first thing any of us learned. The ability to properly organize your thoughts can, if taken to its highest extremes, give you a near-perfect memory, while being able to clear your mind and force all unnecessary emotions away is needed for all higher forms of magic."
"Hmm, then we'll start there," Harry said.
"Merde," Fleur spat as she emerged from the water of the lake.
As expected, the grindlylows had swarmed her immediately, and some of the merpeople had worked to intercept her quickly afterward. She hoped that the latter, at least, would be civil during the task, considering that the organizers would have worked out some sort of arrangement with them for this, if only to prevent the champions from killing any of them and sparking a greater conflict, but even then she couldn't be sure.
"Fleur?" Harry asked, and she turned to see the boy who had come to deeply fascinate her standing by the edge of the lake.
His eyes slipped to her cleavage in her silver one-piece, which clung to her voluptuous form like a second skin, but only for a moment before he looked back up to her eyes. Virtually every other straight male in his grade would have ogled her far more and far less subtly than that, and yet he barely looked at all. It wasn't for lack of interest either, for she could feel how much he wanted her, but just due to an unusual amount of self-control. Or maybe it was because of the three women whose fluids she regularly sensed on him these days. Either way, this was no ordinary fourth year.
"'Arry?" Fleur replied. Feeling mischievous, she asked, "What do you think of my swimsuit?"
She gave him a twirl and smirked at the sudden burst of desire she felt from him. Still, when she turned to face him again, his eyes, which she thought were far too pretty to belong to a boy, returned to hers quickly.
"Beautiful," Harry replied. "You really like that color; I take it."
"I've always liked silver," Fleur replied. "Both the color and the metal. Gold clashes terribly with my skin tone, I'm afraid."
"I can't imagine anything not looking good on you," Harry murmured.
"I did not take you for a flatterer, 'Arry," she purred, stepping forward. "So what did...ah!"
She cried out as she put her weight on her right foot and felt a pain in her ankle.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, rushing forward.
"I got caught in some netting from ze merpeople while I was down zere, and zough I escaped, I must 'ave twisted my ankle," Fleur replied. "I just didn't notice while my adrenaline was 'igh."
"They attacked you?" Harry asked, concerned.
"Zeir people and mine do not get along," Fleur replied. "I'll be fine. I 'ave some cream in my room, which will 'elp sooth ze muscles and get zem to 'eal. I just need to 'obble back."
"Nonsense," Harry said, and before Fleur could say a word, he cast a drying charm on her and then hooked an arm under her knees, picking her up bridal style.
"'Arry!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck instinctively and staring into his eyes. "Zis isn't necessary, zough you are impressively strong."
"Please, you're so light, you'd think you have hollow bones," Harry chuckled, walking towards the carriage. "Maybe I'm right, and Veela are related to phoenixes."
"What did you say?" Fleur asked, immediately on guard.
"Um, your people have fire powers, and you have a beautiful voice," Harry explained, tensing immediately. "While you were charming your dragon, I thought that you reminded me of my headmaster's phoenix, Fawkes."
"Ah," Fleur said, relaxing, "and zank you."
He had asked that specifically to see if the Veela were at all aware of their origins, and, from her reaction, he figured it was possible. As they reached the door, he asked, "How do we get in?"
"With zis," Fleur replied, reaching in between her breasts and pulling out a thin, white feather.
Harry felt his cock stir in his pants at the display and watched as she reached forth and tickled the lock, which laughed before the door swung open a little. She helped it along the rest of the way, and he carefully carried her inside. They got a couple questioning looks as they went, but Fleur gestured dismissively at them, and the other students shrugged and went about their business.
"This is much larger than I expected," Harry remarked. It was more ornately furnished as well.
"It's meant to look like one of ze dorms from Beauxbatons," Fleur replied. "We actually 'ave multiple carriages just like zis one, enough to carry everyone if need be, but for ze tournament delegation, we needed only one. My room is at ze end of zis 'all."
"Alright," Harry replied, continuing on. "Do you have any dormmates?"
"Usually, oui, but as ze champion, I got my own room," Fleur replied, smiling.
"A nice perk," Harry murmured. "Here we are."
"You can let me down, you know," Fleur laughed.
"Here," Harry said, carefully setting her down on one leg and draping her arm over his shoulders as he helped her inside.
"Such a gentleman," Fleur chuckled before sitting down on her bed. "Ah, it is already starting to swell."
"Where's the cream?" Harry asked.
"In my top drawer," Fleur replied, giving him an amused look.
He opened her drawer and saw why immediately, as the cream was nestled behind her underwear. Figuring that she was trying to rise out of him, he didn't look at her, but just reached in and pulled out the jar.
"This?" he asked.
"Oui, pass it 'ere," Fleur said.
"I can do it if you tell me what the lake is like," Harry offered. "I listened to my egg the other day. That's actually what I came to talk to you about."
"Very well," Fleur said, repositioning herself so her head was lying on the pillows.
Harry sat down on the bed and moved her feet into his lap. Opening the jar, he dug out a little of the thick white cream with his fingers and started rubbing it into his hands before gently applying it to her swollen ankle.
"Mmm, zat pressure is probably all I can 'andle right now," Fleur winced. "Ze lake is very deep, to answer your question, and dark. Even with Lumos, I could not see zat far."
"Joy," Harry grumbled. "What all is down there, other than the merpeople and the giant squid?"
"Zere were various fish and I zink I saw a few dunabogs," Fleur replied. "Ze worst zings will be ze grindylows. We don't 'ave ze little demons in France, and I am glad for it."
"Hagrid's given a couple lessons on them before," Harry mused as he noticed the swelling in her ankle start to reduce. He increased the pressure of his massage a little, and when she didn't complain, he continued. "They're almost harmless on their own, but in groups, they can be dangerous."
"Ze swarm zere prey, which is anything zey lay eyes on," Fleur muttered. "Ze lake seems to be infested with zem."
"Given that the clue was in Mermish, whatever they take will likely be with them," Harry reasoned. "They have a village somewhere down there."
"Oui," Fleur agreed. "Zat is starting to feel good."
"The swelling's almost gone," Harry said. "This cream is great."
"It's like bruise paste but faster-acting," Fleur explained. "It is also far more expensive. Mama sent a jar 'ere when she 'eard zat I was chosen as champion. Ah! I did not 'urt my foot, 'Arry."
"Do you want me to stop?" Harry asked as he ran his thumbs up along her smooth sole.
"Non, I want to take you back with me to France and 'ave you do zat every day," Fleur sighed.
"Buy me dinner first," Harry said, making her laugh.
"Would your girlfriends object?" Fleur asked, and he tensed.
"Girlfriends?" he asked.
"'Ermione and Luna," Fleur grinned. She knew very well that he was only sleeping with the blonde, though the brunette desperately wanted him.
"Hermione's not my girlfriend, and Luna...so long as she could come along, no, she probably wouldn't," Harry chuckled.
"A girl after my own 'eart," Fleur said, grinning lasciviously at him. "Mental note, get to know Luna."
"You mean you're…" Harry trailed.
"Bisexual?" Fleur asked. "Oui."
"Seems like almost every girl I know is," Harry thought to himself. That was something he didn't mind in the slightest.
He switched to the other foot, and Fleur let out a soft moan that made his cock throb in his pants.
"Was this your first time checking out the lake?" he asked.
"Oui," Fleur replied. "I've known of what ze task would entail for a while but wasn't sure 'ow to prepare, other zan making sure that I mastered ze bubblehead charm. My papa suggested trying to scope out ze battlefield, so to speak, and I figured it was worth a shot. It was certainly educational, zat's for sure. In truth, I don't know 'ow well I'm going to do in zis one."
"Because it's underwater?" Harry asked. When she gave him a questioning look, he added, "Given the whole fire affinity, I figured that you might not care for underwater things."
"I will be at a disadvantage," Fleur admitted.
"We could work together if you like," Harry offered.
"Really?" Fleur asked.
"As I've said, I don't give a toss about the tournament," Harry replied. He wanted to win since Rias offered to let him bugger her if he did, but not so much that he wasn't willing to help someone who had been nothing but kind to him so far. "You'll be at a disadvantage, and I shouldn't bloody be here. Why shouldn't we work together?"
"'Arry," Fleur said, sitting up. "Zank you."
She hugged him then, and he became even more aware than he already was that she was barely wearing anything.
"Mmm, you carry me to my room, rub my feet, and offer to 'elp me with ze task," Fleur mused. "One might zink you want something from me."
She stared into his eyes, their face inches apart.
"Harry, I don't know if you're busy, but Luna summoned me and Akeno, and I have them on their hands and knees and dripping wet," Rias said suddenly.
"Rias!" Harry exclaimed mentally, earning laughter from his crimson-haired lover.
"'Arry?" Fleur asked.
"Sorry, Fleur, I just remembered that I promised to meet Luna," Harry said, carefully moving her feet out of his lap and rushing to his feet, more thankful than ever for the voluminous robes they made the students wear. "I'll see you later."
"Oui," Fleur said as she watched him go. "Definitely need to get to know Luna."
She normally wouldn't have bothered with a younger boy, but there was nothing normal about Harry Potter. From the fact that he was actively fucking at least three girls and might have a fourth if he decided to indulge her, to his unusual self-control, to his increasingly strong frame, he was far more interesting than any of the boys at either of their schools. That wasn't even counting the very promising bulge she'd just felt either. Huffing in annoyance, she stripped out of her swimsuit and laid down, trailing a hand between the valley of her breasts, along her flat, toned stomach, and towards her slick sex.
"Yes!" Akeno screamed as Harry entered the room.
His eyes went wide as he took in the sight before him. As Rias had promised, both Akeno and Luna were on their hands and knees. What she left out was the fact that they were connected by a double-ended dildo which they were frantically rocking back and forth on while kneeling on what looked like a rubber floor. He watched their arses slap together with wide, lust-darkened eyes and turned to Rias, who was sitting on a high-backed chair with a glass of red wine in her hand.
"Hello," she purred as he entered.
"Hi, Harry," Luna said cheerfully. "Rias thought of a new sex game for us. It's fun, but it would be much better if I could cum."
That couldn't have been going on for long. The last time they experimented with orgasm denial with Luna, she was so overwhelmed by the time they got to her that she could barely speak.
"I'm not sure fun is how I'd describe that," Harry murmured. "The hottest fucking thing I've ever seen comes to mind."
"Really?" Luna asked, furrowing her brow, "Because it is."
"Mmm, definitely," Akeno purred. "I'm so wet, I'm dripping. This feels so good, Harry. Rias had Luna get the room to make it just as big as you, but it's still not the real thing."
He could see that she was as wet as she said, and the sight of her fluids dripping on the floor made him even harder.
"You are overdressed," Rias declared, grinning at him.
With a wave of her hand, his clothes vanished, and his aching cock sprung free into the air.
"My my, you look nearly purple," the redhead purred as she flew over to him. "This isn't just from us, is it? Tell me, who were you with just now?"
"Fleur Delacour strained her ankle, and I rubbed cream into the bruise," Harry replied. "That ended up turning into a foot massage, and let's just say that if you hadn't reached out to me, I'd have summoned you the second I could get up here.."
"Hmm, she's the Veela, right?" Rias asked. "Perhaps we should meet."
"That might not be the best idea," Harry replied, trying not to think about how hot it would look to have the two of them together. "We get along well, but I have no idea how she'd feel about devils in general, and as my competition, she might consider getting your help to be cheating. Unlike me, she actually cares about this damn tournament."
"That's too bad," Luna pouted. "I'd love ever so much for her to sit on my face. The girl has an arse you could bounce a galleon off of."
"Hmm, if I'd known you were into feet, I would have offered to let you play with mine a while ago," Rias purred, her tone both flirtatious and teasing. As if to emphasize her point, she lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder, pressing her heated sex against his throbbing, hard cock.
"I wouldn't say I'm into feet per se," Harry groaned, ghosting his finger over the top of her foot down along her leg, "but I'd happily massage every inch of you if you wanted."
"I'll take you up on that some day," Rias grinned, "but right now, massage is the last thing on my mind. I had so much fun the other day, having you fuck me while Luna watched, unable to touch herself, that I decided to try it again with both of our lovely submissives."
"It's going to be so hard to watch you two like this," Akeno shivered. "By the end, I'll be so turned on, it'll hurt."
"And then we'll cum so hard our brains will turn to mush!" Luna exclaimed. "I should have made friends years ago. This is so much fun!"
"Oh, Luna," Harry thought to himself, closing his eyes.
"The longer we go on treating her well, the sooner she'll move past the years of loneliness," Rias said mentally, guessing what he was thinking.
Harry smiled at her and pulled her in for a searing, hot kiss, which she returned eagerly. Grinding his cock on her wet pussy, he groaned as he realized just how turned on she already was.
"I had Akeno and Luna both get me ready for you," she whispered in his ear.
Without another word, she flew up and sank down on his length, taking the entire thing to the hilt in one smooth motion. Harry groaned in her ear as she started riding him, wrapping his arms around her. She had used her ability to fly in the bedroom before, but that had been to let her eat him out while he was fucking Akeno on her back. Actually riding him in the air was new, and it took him a few attempts to start returning her thrusts properly, but eventually he figured out a rhythm that worked.
"That looks...ugh...like fun," Luna whimpered as she started fucking herself back against Akeno harder, though to no avail.
"I'll have to...try it out," Akeno agreed. "Fuck, I need to cum."
"You don't sound that desperate yet," Rias laughed.
"Rias," Akeno whined, though they both knew she was into this.
"Luna, create a bed," Rias called out. "This is nice, but I want to ride him properly."
"Okay," Luna said, and a moment later, a large bed appeared right in front of her.
"Hey!" Akeno cried.
"Oh, sorry," Luna laughed, having the bed moved to where they could both see it. "I'm kinda distracted right now."
"Come," Rias commanded before picking Harry up and flying them to the bed, making sure that his cock stayed lodged deep inside her. The second he was lying on his back, she grinned and started rolling her hips hard and fast, moaning, "This is much better."
She rode him hard, and he groaned, both at the feeling of her perfect pussy milking his cock and at the sight of her large, impossibly firm breasts jiggling as she moved. He reached up and cupped her massive mounds with his hands, kneading them just the way that he knew she loved. When his right thumb brushed over her nipple, she gasped, and he grinned. Leaning forward, he captured the hard pink nub with his lips and sucked on it gently.
"Oh, just like that," Rias sighed, wrapping her hands around his head and holding him to her chest. "Fuck, I am never going to get used to how big you are. You feel so good inside me, baby."
"You're so bloody tight and as hot as a furnace," Harry groaned before switching to the other nipple.
He rolled her onto her back and grinned down at her, picking up her arms and pinning her hands above her head. They both knew she was stronger than him, but she was more than willing to let him pin her down anyway, at least for a while. He started fucking her with long, hard thrusts, reaching her greatest depths each and every time.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Rias cried, wrapping her legs around me. "Harder!"
Harry picked up his pace and changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, moving to hit one of those incredibly sensitive spots deep inside her. Since the first time they slept together, after the first round anyway, he's had no trouble at all finding the spots inside her that really made her scream. It was the same with Akeno and Luna, and he had loved learning their bodies just as well, finding with surprising ease what worked for them. Soon enough, he felt the head of his cock slip inside a little pocket near her cervix, and he grinned as she immediately shrieked.
"Ahh, fuck!" Rias screamed, barely stopping herself from scratching his back. Instead, she moved her hands to the bed and clawed at the sheets, screaming, "More, more, more, YES!"
Her back arched upward, her body seeming as though it were reaching out to him, and he groaned as he felt her already vice-like pussy squeeze his cock rhythmically. He kept his pace steady, drawing out her pleasure as much as he could, and spared a glance at Akeno and Luna, whose movements on the double-sided dildo had grown frantic.
"Need to cum, need to cum, please!" Akeno whined as lightning started to spark between her fingers.
He had wondered why the two of them were kneeling on a rubber floor, thinking that it might have just been because Rias wanted to get a good look at just how much of their fluids leaked to the floor below, but Akeno's powers were another possible reason.
"Fuck her...throat, Harry," Rias panted, grinning up at him with a lustful gleam in her eyes.
"Will we show her mercy afterward?" Harry asked.
"If she can take the whole thing," Rias replied loudly, and both Akeno and Luna rejoiced at that.
Luna still struggled with taking his cock in her mouth, but Akeno would have no trouble.
"I'll do it," Akeno whimpered as he approached, eyeing his bobbing, glistening cock with obvious desire in her eyes. "You know I will."
"I do, baby," Harry rumbled, grinning at how she shuddered in response. Reaching down to grab her arsecheeks, he spread them wide and got a good look at how wide her inner walls were stretched around the large toy she was rocking against. "Fuck, you're wet."
Akeno just whimpered at that, and he chuckled. As he moved around to her, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, drooling on the floor and winking at him. He grabbed his cock and brought it to her lips, moaning as she took him in immediately. He let her bob her head up and down on his length a few times, going deeper and deeper, until she swallowed him into her tight little throat. Then he grabbed her head and thrust forward, sighing as she took him to the root without gagging.
"If I became a devil, would I...ugh...lose my gag reflex too?" Luna asked, moaning as she continued to fuck herself back against Akeno.
"Possibly, though we can train it away as you are," Rias replied. "How are you enjoying your Harry replica?"
"It feels good, and the stretch is really nice, but it's not him," Luna replied.
"Glurk glurk glurk," Akeno gagged, forcing the sound just for the hell of it while she did outright sinful things to him with her tongue.
"She's being a good girl, Rias," Harry said, adoring the feeling of Akeno's tight throat. "I think she deserves a reward."
"Hmm, I guess you're right," Rias mused. "Luna, vanish the toy and create a strap on Harry's size for me."
"Oh, please, yes," Luna gasped, getting the room to get rid of the dildo her and Akeno had been fucking since before Harry arrived and having it create a large single dildo with a leather harness. She sucked on the tip of it, getting it nice and wet before handing it to Rias, who quickly put it on.
"Just imagine," Harry whispered. "One of these days, I'm going to fuck you in the ass while Rias buries every inch of that thing, or one just like it, into your dripping little pussy."
"Gah!" Akeno cried, letting Harry's cock slip from her mouth as her whole body shaked. With a rougher voice than normal, she begged, "Rias, please undo the spell!"
"I think if not for it, your words would have just made her cum," Rias giggled. "As for your idea, I'm sure Akeno could earn it."
She snapped her fingers, and the orgasm prevention spells on Akeno and Luna were undone. Akeno wasted no time getting into position on the floor, sticking her arse high in the air, and resting her head on her hands. Harry took a moment to admire her wide hips and round arse, seeing Luna move into the same position next to her. The two contrasted in almost every way, but each was gorgeous, and he was going to enjoy fucking them both before he came. Akeno was up first today, though, and he and Rias had tortured her enough. Fisting his cock, he lined himself up with her dripping, quivering quim and plunged forward with one long thrust.
"YES!" Akeno screamed, "fuck me!"
"Oh, wow," Luna sighed as Rias slowly slid into her.
Harry reached out and grabbed Akeno's hips, digging his fingers into the pliant flesh, and grinned at Rias when he saw her do the same.
"This is new," he commented.
"Oh Harry," Rias grinned, "we haven't even scratched the surface of the fun we can have just yet."
The two of them began fucking Akeno and Luna, and it became immediately clear to Harry that this wasn't something that Rias did that often. Her thrusts weren't haphazard and awkward or anything, but it took her a while longer than him to find her rhythm. This didn't exactly matter to Luna, who was so turned on, it hurt, and soon enough, she was moaning and screaming as she soared towards her peak. She had nothing on Akeno, though.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Akeno screamed. "I love your fucking...ahh...cock!"
"Just think, come the summer, you can have it whenever you like," Harry grinned.
"Can't wait," Akeno grunted. "I lo...lo...HARRY!"
"Fuck," Harry groaned as she came around his cock, milking him hard. She squirted all around him too, flooding his balls and the floor below them as she writhed and convulsed in ecstasy.
"Just like that, just like that, just...AHH!" Luna shrieked as she came a few moments later, falling forward and dragging Rias with her, who continued pounding her prone into the floor, prolonging her orgasm.
"Let's switch," Harry said as Akeno slumped forward.
"Gladly," Rias purred, eyeing her queen lasciviously.
"Let me...change something," Luna panted, clearly focusing on something.
A moment later, the rubber section of the floor changed and turned into a giant, comfortable mattress.
"There," she sighed, resting on her belly. "Could you take me like this, Harry? I love how it feels in this position."
"Okay," Harry said, grabbing his cock and lining himself up with her already very pink, swollen-looking pussy. He pushed forward and sighed as her snug inner walls immediately clung to him.
"So how will I earn that double penetration you teased earlier?" Akeno asked as she rolled onto her back.
"It's actually less about you earning it and more about me getting more experience using strap-ons," Rias replied, chuckling.
"However, will you do that?" Akeno asked teasingly.
"I'm sure I'll think of something," Rias grinned devilishly, pulling Akeno's hair back and licking her neck as she sank every inch of the dildo inside her.
Harry worked up to a steady pace with Luna, kissing along her neck and nibbling on her earlobe as she whimpered and moaned softly.
"You should...oh right there!...offer to train with Fleur," Luna moaned. "It could let you get to know her better and...ahh...see I she could become a friend."
"Your definition of friend differs from most," Harry chuckled.
"I think we're the best sort of friends," Luna sighed. "We can always make more friends together."
"So long as they're girls," Harry said, going still for a moment.
"Of course," Luna said, looking around at him. "As much as I like your penis, I wouldn't want to wake up with one in my face every morning, and having another man around would increase the chance of that. On the other hand, I could fall asleep in the middle of a big pile of girls and be perfectly okay with that."
"That makes two of us," Harry thought to himself, fucking her again.
Luna moaned and cried out as he changed angles slightly and started brushing against her g-spot with each thrust. He kept them slightly shallow for a couple minutes, enjoying slowly working towards her orgasm, and when her moans started to get louder, he began thrusting deeply again, burying every inch of his cock inside her and reaching that sensitive spot near the very back of her cunt.
"Oh, Harry, fuck!" Luna cried, clawing at the mattress in front of her. "Don't stop!"
Harry kept his pace steady and looked over at Rias and Akeno, seeing them slowly rocking against each other as they made out tenderly and softly. He smiled at the display and thought about just how attached he'd become to all three of them over the last couple months. Luna might have dreamed of vast orgies, and he wouldn't exactly object to the sort of things she dreamed of, but he was happier than he'd ever been in his life, and he wouldn't trade what he'd found with them for anything.
"As soon as I can, I need to take them out on actual dates," he thought to himself, shaking his head at the absurdity of the fact that he hadn't yet, even though he knew why.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Luna screamed as she came.
"Fuck," Harry groaned as he quickly followed her, painting her inner walls white with his cum as he shot spurt after spurt of it deep inside her.
The two of them rocked against each other as pleasure coursed through them and then collapsed as it ended. Harry rolled them onto their sides and wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight as the two of them panted for breath.
Hermione rushed to the seventh floor after her arithmancy class ended. Harry had spent the entirety of their history class with his eyes closed, not paying the slightest attention to the actual lecture. This wasn't unusual on its own and she had teased him before about how he was going to get through his sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts without his nap time, but this time was different in one way. Instead of sleeping, he had been trying to contact the piece of Voldemort apparently lodged inside his head. Just as class was about to end, she had gently woken him, and all he'd had to say was that he'd tell her and the others together later.
As she reached the usually empty corridor, she found the door already there and figured that she was the last one to arrive. Opening the door, she expected to find Harry, Luna, Akeno, and Rias sitting around a fireplace and waiting for her. That was not what she found.
"That...was...amazing," Luna panted as Harry pulled his still-hard cock from her depths.
"Harry, I...EEE!" Hermione squeaked as she walked in.
Akeno and Rias were lounging together on what looked like a giant mattress on the floor, while Luna and Harry lay next to them. Hermione's chocolate brown eyes went wide as she took in the sight of the debauchery around her, unable to look away or even decide where to look. From the sheer exhausted satisfaction on Rias and Akeno's beautiful faces and the way their bodies shone with sweat to Luna's vagina, which gaped almost comically as a veritable river of semen escaped it, it was utter depravity. What drew her eyes most, though, was Harry, for as undeniably beautiful as the women he'd just finished debauching were, and strange things that recognizing that beauty made her feel, nothing held a candle to him.
"How the hell did all of that fit inside Luna?" she wondered to herself as her unblinking eyes locked onto his turgid cock.
"Luna?" Harry asked under his breath.
"Left the door...unlocked for you...too distracted...to lock it," Luna panted. "Sorry."
"I...I...I…" Hermione stuttered, unable to form words.
Suddenly the room changed, and she found herself standing outside what looked like a large shower, with a frosted-glass door blocking her view of anything other than the shape of them.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry said. "I know I said to meet us here, but I lost track of time. If you could wait, we'll clean up as quickly as we can."
"We won't be long," Rias added as Akeno laughed.
A chair appeared behind Hermione, and she sat down, her heart racing in her chest as the images she'd just seen refused to leave her mind. Her thighs brushed against each other as she sat, and she had to stuff her knuckles in her mouth to stop herself from moaning.
"Why in the world am I turned on?" she wondered to herself, closing her eyes and trying to will away her growing arousal.
She would have expected to feel envy and pain at actually seeing Harry be intimate with his lovers, but just like before, she found herself growing wet at the mere sight of him undressed. The four of them were all gorgeous in their own way, and seeing them together had an effect on her that she couldn't wrap her head around.
"At the end of the day, it's four very attractive people in an intimate moment," Hermione reasoned. "It was like reading the steamy scenes in Mum's romance novels only with visuals. That's all it is, just arousal over what was essentially porn."
As she tried to convince herself of that, she heard the shower turn off and then the room shifted again, taking on the form of the Gryffindor common room. Freshly showered and dried, Harry, Rias, Akeno, and Luna all sat down, and Hermione tried not to notice how much the three girls all limped.
"I'm really sorry again," Harry winced.
"It's fine," Hermione said, managing to keep her voice steady. "You said that you managed to contact the horcrux?"
"Really?" Ria asked.
"Yes," Harry replied. "I was going to wait until we were all here to discuss it. He's really in there, and, as Lord Ajuka said, my slave."
"So it really is all true," Hermione thought to herself, shuddering in horror.
"He made five of the things, that he knew of," Harry continued.
"Five?" Luna asked, horrified.
"Yes, five innocent people he murdered to make himself immortal," Harry scowled. "He murdered far more than five innocents, though."
"Where are they?" Rias asked.
"Scattered about Britain," Harry replied. "One is in a cave in Dorset; one's in the village his parents grew up in; one is in a vault in Gringotts; I've no idea how the hell we're going to that one, especially since it's owner is Azkaban; and one's in this room."
"In here?" Hermione asked. "How many of those things did he make while he was a student here?"
"Two," Harry replied, "and the one here isn't either of them. He applied for the DADA position before he started his reign of terror. Dumbledore told him to go fuck himself, not in those words, of course, and he took the opportunity to hide the diadem in the Room of Requirement."
"The diadem?" Luna asked, a sinking feeling overtaking her.
"Yeah, Ravenclaw's Diadem is one of the horcruxes," Harry replied, wincing at how sad Luna looked at the thought of that. "Just ask the room to reveal it, and it should."
Sure enough, a moment later, an ornate silver diadem appeared on the table between their chairs.
"Oh, this is definitely one of them," Rias murmured as she hovered her hand over it. "I can feel the presence of a soul in this. Because it doesn't have its own to obscure the presence of the fragment, it's much easier."
"It's beautiful," Luna said sadly. "Rias, could Lord Sirzechs, not use this one as his first test subject? I mean, we'll be able to get two more pretty easily, probably."
"I can wait to give it to him until he's tried destroying the soul fragment in a couple others," Rias replied, giving her a comforting smile.
"Thank you," Luna smiled.
"It would look good on you," Akeno commented.
"It's also said to have all manner of enchantments on it," Hermione murmured, just getting over her horror at the idea that there were four more of Voldemort's horcruxes lying around out there. "Some say that it makes the wearer smarter in some way."
"Curious," Rias murmured, sharing a look with Akeno.
She grabbed the diadem, feeling its malevolent power reach out to her immediately, and flared her own magic warningly. Voldemort might have been powerful by human wizard standards, perhaps to the level of a low-class devil, but that didn't make him a match for her.
"What are you going to do with it?" Akeno asked curiously.
"I'm going to store this safely away in the Gremory castle," Rias replied. "Wait a minute and summon me back."
"Will do," Harry said, smiling as he watched her teleport away inside a magic circle.
"You know, I've wanted to test out the limits of this room for a while now," Hermione piped up. "Luna, is it possible to transfer control over."
"If it is, I don't know how," Luna replied, "and it would be simpler to just go outside and have you be the one to walk back and forth in front of the wall. Just remember to clearly visualize what you want. I find it helps to focus on something you know well, at least at first."
"Alright," Hermione said, and the four of them exited the room, the door to which disappeared behind them.
Focusing clearly on her first test, she walked back and forth in front of the wall, and after three times, the door reappeared. With some excitement, she opened the door and walked inside, gasping at what she found. Harry followed her into what was clearly a small bedroom of some sort, with a modest twin-sized bed, a desk, and a large armoire. Given the numerous piles of books scattered around the room, it wasn't hard to guess who's bedroom it really was.
"Rias Gremory," Luna said, holding out a summoning paper.
"There, that's well stored for now," the redhead said as she appeared. "Where are we?"
"My bedroom," Hermione breathed, looking around in awe.
"You brought us into your bedroom? How forward!" Akeno cooed teasingly.
"I...that's…" Hermione sputtered, turning red.
"Behave," Harry muttered, swatting Akeno's ass and making her moan. "I take it this is a perfect recreation?"
"Yes," Hermione replied, forcing herself to look away from them, "down to the last detail."
"This room really is incredible," Rias commented. "I can't even fathom what sort of enchantments went into making it work as it does."
"We should tell Lord Ajuka about it," Akeno said. "If he could figure it out…"
"We know that he can bypass the wards with ease," Harry added.
"Perhaps," Hermione said as she opened the drawer in her desk. "You said yourself that the man is incredibly bus…"
She trailed off then and went silent, staring down at the perfect recreation of her desk in absolute shock.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow at the sudden change in her.
"This...this is…" Hermione stammered as she pulled out a small book bound in pink leather.
Sitting down on the bed, she opened it, and her eyes went even wider as she read through the first few pages.
"What's wrong?" Luna asked, sitting next to her.
"This is my diary," Hermione whispered, her eyes growing misty as she looked down at it.
"Your diary?" Harry asked.
"I haven't seen this thing in years," Hermione whispered. "It was accidentally placed in a box of things we were donating to the church my grandmother used to drag us to. When we realized what had happened, we tried to find it, but it had been discarded. I was devastated."
"Oh," Luna said, "and I guess in your mind, the ideal version of your desk still contained it."
"It wasn't something that I wrote in often, but I liked to jot down my thoughts now and then," Hermione said. "These first few entries, they're from when I was eight."
"How nice," Rias commented.
"No, you don't understand," Hermione muttered, placing the book down. "I don't remember what I wrote back then; my memory isn't that good, but as I read through these entries, they feel familiar. For the room to be able to recreate this…"
She got up then and grabbed one of the books scattered about her room and flipped through it, her eyes going wide as she did so.
"They're real," she gasped. "They're not facsimiles meant to mimic what I had in mind, but they're perfect recreations. Do you know what this means?"
"No, but you seem excited, so please tell us," Akeno replied.
"This room's more powerful than I ever imagined," Hermione breathed, sounding frantic, "more powerful than it should be. This…"
She stood up, and the room around them changed, switching away from the warm and simple bedroom, with its beige walls and hardwood floors, to something that looked like the Hogwarts library.
"Surprised she didn't think of that first," Harry thought to himself in amusement.
It continued growing then, though, expanding far beyond the bounds of their already large school library into a room that stretched on further than he could see. More and more shelves filled the ever-expanding space, each one packed full of all manner of books. He heard Luna gasp as it continued, and soon Rias joined her.
"Lucifer's light, is this…" Rias gasped.
"What bloody library is this?" Harry asked. "It's huge."
"All of them," Hermione replied breathlessly, twirling around and looking around with wide eyes. "I had the room show me every book ever written."
"That's not…" Rias went to say.
"It's about bloody time," a new voice said, one with a thick Scottish accent, not unlike Professor McGonagall's. "I was beginning to think that no one would figure out what I made this room for."
The shelves moved away from the source of the voice at Hermione's silent instruction, and the lights brightened to reveal the moving portrait of a rather stern-looking, dark-haired woman, wearing deep blue robes and the very diadem they had just found.
"Rowena Ravenclaw!" Luna gasped.