Author's Note: I've gotten quite a few comments on this subject and decided to address it. The devils do have a great deal of experience with soul magic, but Harry's case is so singularly unique and novel that they're being very cautious with dealing with it. They can't just pluck the horcrux out because they don't know yet how attached it is to Harry's soul and they aren't rushing into things because they don't need to and most of them are millennia old beings who have learned patience. It will be dealt with in time, though not immediately. and rest assured that it will be dealt with before I get into any real DxD content.
Harry wandered into Dumbledore's office, still shaken by his dream, a little while later, finding two aurors standing there. The senior one of them was a rather stern-looking redhead that he figured was a few years older than Sirius, who introduced herself as Amelia Bones, while the other one was a large, bald man of African descent who introduced himself as Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Mr. Potter, I assure you, you're not in trouble," Amelia Bones said, likely noticing just how nervous and pale he looked.
"I know," Harry muttered, looking up at her again. "It's just been a tough couple days."
Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes held on him for a moment, and Harry wondered if the old man somehow already knew about Voldemort's return.
"Now, in your own words, explain the events of the night of the 24th," Amelia probed.
"My friends and I had just left the ball when one of them, Hermione Granger, realized that she'd left her bag behind just as she got onto one of the moving staircases," Harry began. "I went to get it and ended up taking a longer route to get to where I was supposed to meet them. I came across Professor Moody, and I had begun to suspect that he wasn't who he appeared to be."
"You thought that he was polyjuiced," Amelia interrupted him. "Why?"
"Sna...Professor Snape had accused me of stealing one of the key ingredients in the potion a couple weeks earlier, because his first instinct when anything goes wrong is that I did it, and that made me wonder if the person who put my name in the goblet was using polyjuice," Harry explained. "Moody had been drinking from a flask regularly since he arrived, and you have to dose yourself hourly with polyjuice to maintain its effects, so I started wondering if it might be him."
"That's not much to go on," Shacklebolt piped up.
"Hence why I didn't bring my theory to the other professors," Harry explained. "We got to chatting, and when he mentioned his missing leg, I asked how he lost it. Something about his reply was strange. The way he talked about Evan Rosier was cold and cruel and sounded deeply personal, far more than I would have expected for a guy he just fought during the war, even given the injury he suffered."
"If he mentioned Rosier without swearing, that would have been proof enough that he wasn't Alaster," Amelia said dryly. "What happened next?"
"I disarmed him," Harry replied. "I was too quick for him to realize what I was doing, and while he was gawking at me, I summoned his flask to confirm what was in it. Unfortunately, I didn't know that he had a second wand, and we ended up fighting. I...lost, but the headmaster showed up before he could abduct me."
"I've explained what happened from there," Dumbledore added. "He claimed to be Barty Crouch, according to Harry."
"He claimed to serve Voldemort as well," Harry added. "Spoke about him like he was still alive out there."
"Barty Crouch Junior," Amelia spat. "If I get my hands on his father…"
"Barty's still missing, then," Dumbledore murmured.
"We're searching for him, but we think he's probably dead, Albus," Shacklebolt replied.
"For that rabid dog to have gone this long without causing any harm, I can't imagine what Crouch did to keep him leashed," Amelia added.
"Moody was attacked during the summer, right?" Harry asked. "I remember reading about it in the Prophet."
"Yes," Amelia replied, cocking the eyebrow above her non-monocled eye at him.
"Crouch dismissed his house elf around the same time, if I'm not mistaken," Harry said. "Winky's her name. Perhaps the two things are related."
"She's here, if you would like a word," Dumbledore offered.
"You have the makings of a fine auror, kid," Shacklebolt chuckled, earning a glare from his boss.
"Speak with the elf," Amelia ordered. "I'm going to go update Cornelius on this pig's breakfast. Mr. Potter, I'm sure that I don't need to tell you that what you did was ill-advised, but I will anyway. If you come across anything else related to this case, you are to floo my office directly. Got it?"
"Yes," Harry replied, looking down.
"Hey, you managed to kick him out of the castle at least," Shacklebolt said, clearly trying to cheer him up. "The idea of that monster being out in the world is unpleasant, but not as unpleasant as having him in Hogwarts, truth be told. Goodness knows what kind of harm he could have done here."
"Perhaps less than he's done out there," Harry grumbled mentally.
"The elves are in the kitchens, Kingsley," Dumbledore said as Amelia flooed back to the ministry. "I'd call her here, but I need a word along with Mr. Potter."
"Of course, Albus," Shacklebolt said amiably. "Take care."
Harry mumbled a goodbye and the auror left. Fawkes, likely sensing his mood, trilled softly and landed on his right knee.
"Thanks, little guy," Harry murmured, scratching around the back of the phoenix's neck.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Dumbledore said softly.
"Several," Harry snarked. "Voldemort has returned, though I suspect you already know."
"Severus informed me just before they arrived," Dumbledore said.
"It's my fault," Harry spat. "If I hadn't confronted Crouch as I did, he wouldn't have gotten his hands on my blood."
"You witnessed his resurrection, then?" Dumbledore asked, his bushy brows shooting towards his hairline.
"I happened to be napping at the time," Harry replied.
"Harry, I want you to focus on that dream in as much detail as you can," Dumbledore said, drawing his wand. "I'll be able to extract the memory and view it in my pensieve."
"Alright," Harry said, recalling it as clearly as he could.
Dumbledore placed the tip of his wand by his temple and then pulled out what looked like wisps of white smoke, which he quickly transferred into a small vial in his hand. Bringing it over to a basin in the corner of his office, filled with what looked like a cloudy, silvery substance, he dumped it in and stuck his head inside. Harry watched for a few minutes as the headmaster kept his head buried in the basin, continuing to pet Fawkes, and was so relaxed by the phoenix's continued singing that he was startled when Dumbledore stood up.
"Tom," the old man sighed, running a hand through his long white beard and looking like he had aged years in the last few minutes. "Harry, you shouldn't blame yourself for that. Going after Barty was foolish, but Tom would have found a way to return eventually."
"Because of the horcruxes," Harry thought to himself, staring down at Fawkes.
Part of him wanted to bring that particular subject up with Dumbledore, but he was conflicted about doing so. For one thing, he figured he was in good hands with Ajuka, who had managed to figure out in a month what his headmaster apparently couldn't in over a decade. Beyond that, though, part of him feared that Dumbledore had already figured it out, which would mean that he'd kept it from him, and while he could sort of understand not telling someone so young that he had a piece of his greatest enemy in his head, he also knew that he would feel betrayed if that was the case. Keeping mum meant not learning either way, which suited him fine for the time being, and, as he'd already determined, he really didn't need Dumbledore in this matter.
"What should we do next?" Harry asked.
"You should focus on the tournament and your studies," Dumbledore replied, returning his memory to him before sitting back down at his desk.
"You know what I mean, Headmaster," Harry murmured. "Should we tell at least Auror Shacklebolt when he returns?"
"I will be informing Kingsley and a number of others, but in truth, I'm not sure if we should tell the authorities just yet," Dumbledore replied. "Tom is many things, but stupid isn't one of them, and he will keep a low profile for the foreseeable future as he rebuilds his forces. I also know quite well that it will take far more than a shadowy pensieve memory to convince the minister of his return, and with Lucius Malfoy in his ear…"
"He could do more harm than good," Harry mused, recalling well how quick Fudge could be to act without thought when he was afraid. Locking Hagrid up a couple years ago came to mind, not to mention how readily he dismissed all that Harry and his friends said about Pettigrew. His eyes widening at that thought, Harry said, "Pettigrew!"
"I'm sorry?" Dumbledore asked.
"If the minister is a problem, then we need a scandal big enough to force him to resign," Harry explained. "Locking up a prominent pureblood without a trial for ten years would surely suffice. If we could get our hands on the rat…"
"Sirius wasn't locked up during Cornelius' ministry," Dumbledore pointed out.
"But Fudge did try to have him killed all last year," Harry argued.
"I'll admit that, should the truth of Sirius' imprisonment come to light, it will be cataclysmic for the ministry," Dumbledore admitted, stroking his beard in thought. "I wouldn't have expected you to jump to something like this so quickly."
"That would be Rias' influence," Harry thought to himself as he petted Fawkes again.
"Voldemort's back and one of his biggest supporters is also one of the most influential figures in the government," Harry said. "Bringing down Malfoy would be harder than finding the rat, surely. Especially with that shiny new hand of his."
"Both will be difficult, but you have a point," Dumbledore said, stroking his beard again.
Fawkes flew out of Harry's lap and landed on the headmaster's desk, trilling softly up at his old friend, who smiled down at him.
"If there's nothing else to discuss, I should go," Harry said. "I have to share the bad news with Luna and Hermione."
"If we're waiting to inform the ministry, I would advise against spreading that information too far," Dumbledore cautioned him.
"Hermione and Luna can be discrete," Harry assured.
"Very well," Dumbledore relented. "Harry, know that you remain safe in this castle despite everything."
"It's everyone outside the castle I'm worried about," Harry muttered. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye," Dumbledore sighed.
Hermione and Luna had predictably paled when he told them the truth. Harry hated even thinking in such selfish terms, but some immediate good had come from his old enemy's return. When Luna declared that they'd be safe with the devils' help, Hermione agreed without hesitating, and Harry was pleased to see her become a little more accepting of them, though he wished that such dire circumstances hadn't been the cause.
The next several days followed a familiar routine, with Luna training with him, alongside Rias, Akeno, or both. Hermione joined in after a few days, which he was happy about, and though she still seemed quite wary of Rias, they found common ground in their mutual desire to make sure that he was as capable as possible for the challenges ahead. The day after New Years, the day before classes were to start up again, Harry found himself once more grabbed out of school and brought to Agreas.
"Thank you for warning me ahead of time," he said as he stood back up, looking around the room he'd been summoned to. It was wildly different from the one he'd seen before, being small and utterly devoid of furniture, or indeed, anything other than the ominous-looking ritual circle drawn on the ground and the multitude of lit black candles surrounding it.
"I figured it was a basic courtesy," Ajuka said flatly. "The ritual is set up, and all you need to do is strip down, sit in the circle, and drink the potion inside it."
"Why do I need to strip?" Harry asked in alarm.
"As a wizard, you imbue the tiniest bit of magic in everything you come in contact with," Ajuka explained. "We're talking truly minute amounts of magic, nothing that has any notable affect normally, but when it comes to rituals, there can be no outside interference at all."
"I see," Harry murmured uncomfortably.
"If I see anything I haven't seen before, I'll throw a gold coin at it," Ajuka said dryly.
"If it's all the same, I'd rather you didn't," Harry huffed. "Very well."
Neither Rias nor Akeno were there, probably because Ajuka wanted as little interference in the ritual as possible, so he couldn't even look to them for support, but he knew that he had no choice in the matter, particularly with Voldemort back amongst the living, and he quickly striped off all of his clothes and even his glasses. Walking into the circle, he spotted a small vial of a potion so dark that he hadn't even seen it when he first looked around the room, and, sitting down cross-legged, he plucked the dark cork out and downed it in one gulp.
"Hmm, I expected that to taste…" he trailed off and knew no more.
"Excellent," Ajuka grinned, waving his hand over the ritual circle.
Black chains emerged from the ground, and heavy manacles wrapped around Harry's arms and legs, pulling taut until he couldn't move a muscle. Now came the fun part.
"Stand aside, girl, I will ask you, but once," Voldemort hissed.
He wouldn't normally spare someone in a position like this, particularly a lowly mudblood, but Severus had done him a great service. and no one could say that the great Lord Voldemort did not reward such things. She was aesthetically pleasing, he supposed, though he had long since sacrificed such base human drives in the pursuit of divinity. If his loyal follower wanted her as a pet, who was he to object?
"You can kill me if you must, but not Harry," Lily said resolutely. "My life for his."
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said coldly, sending the sickly green curse right into the center of the redhead's chest. "Oh well, I can tell him that I tried."
Walking over to the crib, he looked down at the baby sitting inside, looking up at him with eyes nearly as green as the curse that had ended his parents lives. To think that something so small could be a threat to one as mighty as him was laughable, but he did not dare dismiss prophecy so. This boy, if allowed to grow, was to become his undoing. Instead, he would be the final piece of his immortality.
With the chosen vessel securely in hand, he pointed his wand down at the innocent child and, with a grin, cast, "Avada Kedavra!"
The baby began to cry as he shouted, and his cries grew louder as the killing curse struck true, right in the center of his forehead. The cries didn't stop, though, which Voldemort was able to find alarming for just a moment before a wave of power unlike anything he'd ever felt in his life burst forth from his prophesied nemesis, and he knew no more.
"Ah!" Voldemort screamed, looking around in panic and struggling against the binding it took him a moment to recognize.
He didn't know where he was or how he had gotten here from Godric's Hollow, but he did know that he was going to kill whoever dared to bind him.
"Hello," a man with green hair of all things, dressed in a muggle suit, said.
"Release me, and I will grant you a quick death," Voldemort lied. "Fail to, and your suffering will be endless."
"Suffering?" the man laughed coldly. "You use the word as though you understand it. I assure you, you do not."
Without another word, bat-like wings sprung from the man's back, and Voldemort felt a chill go down his spine.
"A devil?" he breathed.
"Not just any devil," the man chuckled. "You sit before Ajuka Beelzebub."
One of the devil lords, one of the most powerful beings in existence.
"How the hell did I get here?" he thought to himself frantically as he tried to apparate away, only to realize that he couldn't.
Panicking, he tried to fly, seeing if perhaps he could just take the chains with him, only to realize that he couldn't move or call upon his magic at all.
"I...I have never had any dealings with your kind," Voldemort stammered, "never given insult, or done anything to draw your ire. Why am I here?"
"I wonder, do you even know what you are?" Ajuka asked.
"I am Lord Voldemort," Voldemort replied.
"I didn't ask if you knew who you were," Ajuka grinned, summoning a mirror. Holding it up for him, he added, "Though you are rather wrong on that count too."
"James Potter?" Voldemort asked incredulously. "What manner of trickery is thi…"
He trailed off then, noting the green eyes, and felt a sense of dread overtake him.
"Figured it out yet?" Ajuka asked mockingly as Voldemort stared up at the devil in horror. "You are Tom Riddle, or a piece of him anyway, and you have spent every day since that Halloween night inside the body of the living horcrux you unwittingly made, you blithering idiot."
Voldemort moved his mouth, Harry Potter's mouth, a few times, though no sound came out as the boy's heart raced in his chest.
"Did the tomes you consulted not warn you at all that slicing and dicing your soul like that might have consequences?" Ajuka asked. "Did it not occur to you that it might make your soul somewhat unstable? Do you have any idea how much time I wasted trying to investigate the matter of Potter's scar because I didn't allow myself to think that anyone would be stupid enough to do what you did?"
The angry devil's every question increased the mortal terror Voldemort felt in that moment. Plenty of dark wizards through the aeons had turned to the Underworld in search of power, and it had certainly occurred to him to do so when he was young, but he ultimately decided against it, having no desire to risk angering such impossibly powerful beings as these. Even the fact that this devil knew of his horcruxes didn't frighten him quite as much as his basic wrath did.
"There is a prophecy in play between you and Harry Potter, isn't there?" Ajuka asked, and Voldemort's eyes widened in further fear. The powerful devil laughed, adding, "I thought so. Well, know that in trying to circumvent whatever the contents of the prophecy were, you sowed the seeds of your own undoing and handed your enemy everything he's going to need to finish you off."
Ajuka waved his hand, and a green magic circle appeared in his palm for a moment before the runes carved around him started glowing.
"Incidentally, that thing you're going to experience in a moment when you realize what I'm doing," Ajuka grinned devilishly, "that is suffering."
Voldemort, still too terrified to form words, could only watch in muted horror as the devil began chanting in a language he knew not, performing some terrible act of magic. A moment later, he tried to lurch forward in pain, finding himself still too bound to do even that, as he felt, deep in his soul, something foreign latch onto him. If his soul was undamaged, or perhaps even if he were the primary piece from which the others had been cut, a foreign geas of this sort could not be so easily forced on him. Unfortunately for him, he was a small fragment of a soul with no such protections, and when he realized just what this particular geas was going to do, he wished that his mounting panic would give Potter's body a stroke so that he'd be free of it, for even that which he feared most would be preferable to what the devil had in store for him.
In the end, he couldn't move; he couldn't speak; he could only scream.
Harry woke with a cough, wincing as he felt like he'd smoked a carton of cigarettes in his sleep.
"I left you a glass of water," Ajuka called out from the next room, and Harry reached around carefully and grabbed the glass as he found it, happily chugging the contents to soothe his aching throat.
His clothes were on the other side, with his glasses carefully laid on top of them, and he took a moment to get dressed before heading out into the next room, finding Ajuka reading some thick, leather-bound tome in a high-back chair next to an ornate fireplace. He had a glass of some liquor in his hand.
"How's the throat?" he asked without looking at him.
"Feeling better, thank you," Harry replied, surprised by how quickly the soreness disappeared.
"That idiot screamed you hoarse," Ajuka replied. "I put a drop of a healing potion in the water, anticipating that you'd feel it when you came to. Cognac?"
"Um, yes, thank you," Harry replied, and he watched as the ornate decanter sitting on the table next to Ajuka and a glass flew into the air and poured him a drink, which flew into his hand.
He had chosen not to mention that he wasn't exactly of drinking age yet, and as he smelled the contents of the glass, he was glad for that. Swirling it around the crystal wine glass, embossed with a symbol that he swore looked a little familiar, he took a sip and was surprised by how utterly smooth it was as he swallowed.
"Oh, that's fantastic," he said.
"The man behind this particular cognac had a vision to take his family company to new heights, but he needed a little help," Ajuka explained. "He summoned me for assistance, which, as I realized just what potential he had, I agreed to give him on the condition that I get four bottles of his finest creation each year in perpetuity, once it finished aging. He agreed, and this particular spirit, which he named after King Louis XIII of France, has been a favorite of mine ever since."
"Why do I get the feeling Fleur would kill for what I'm enjoying here?" Harry thought to himself.
"Sit, there's much we must discuss," Ajuka ordered, moving another chair closer to his.
"So you found out where the horcruxes are?" Harry asked.
"No," Ajuka replied. "Getting that out of him would have required more time than that potion would have allowed me. It also would have necessitated torturing you and healing you afterward, which would have been time-consuming."
"I see," Harry said, taking another sip of cognac instead of asking what the hell he accomplished then.
"Instead, I enslaved him to you," Ajuka said, and Harry was glad that he finished swallowing beforehand.
"What?!" Harry exclaimed.
"One of the fatal flaws of horcruxes is that they lack the natural protections that the Tyrant imbued in all human souls," Ajuka replied. "I could never enslave you, for example, so easily, but because the soul fragment inside you was just a piece, I could. You'll be able to, through meditation, reach out to him inside you and order him to tell you where the horcruxes are. Then, just send Rias or Akeno to find them and bring them to Sirzechs, and he can practice on them before he destroys the one inside you."
"I...see," Harry said, taking another sip to steady his nerves.
"There is one other benefit to this, by the way," Ajuka added. "You can order him to share all of his knowledge, not just the locations of and protections around the horcruxes. The next time you two meet, it should be as equals."
Harry's eyes widened as he realized just what a gift he had just been given. All of Voldemort's knowledge was his, all of the magic, the names of his followers, the locations of his safe houses, everything. The next time he fought against Crouch, it was going to go very differently, to say nothing of Voldemort himself.
"I thought you'd enjoy that," Ajuka chuckled.
"Thank you," Harry said earnestly.
"Think nothing of it," Ajuka said. "The answer might have been frustratingly stupid, but you provided me with an interesting puzzle for a time."
"More than one, actually," Ajuka thought to himself. "Finish that drink, and I'll send you back to Hogwarts."
Harry didn't have much cognac left and downed the rest quickly, only to disappear the second he set the glass down.
"Hmm," Ajuka hummed to himself as he picked up the glass and ran a single black hair through the saliva coating the edge where Harry had drank from.
Adding saliva to the hair and blood samples he had taken while Harry was unconscious was likely unnecessary, and he had decided against it earlier, but he figured there was no harm in using everything that he could for this test. Potter had been in contact with another devil at some point early in his life and said devil had done something to him so profound that it left a trace to this day.
He had noted it in his first tests and tried to get a sense for who it might come from, but while the magical signature was vaguely familiar, he couldn't put his finger on who it belonged to. Luckily, he had a way to, through the inherent connection to Potter's magic and very soul that remained in his hair and various fluids, analyze that faint signature in greater detail.
"I just hope that my scanner doesn't have to go through the entire database," he grumbled to himself as he placed the saliva-coated hair in the blood already in a petri dish. That could take months.
Harry appeared in an empty part of the Hogwarts grounds and immediately jolted at the sudden cold. Grabbing his wand, he cast a warming charm on himself, hoping that Ajuka just forgot how bloody cold it was in Scotland that time of year, and headed towards the castle, eager to share this latest development with his friends.
"'Arry?" Fleur asked as he passed by the Beauxbatons carriage.
"Fleur, you're back," Harry said, smiling at the gorgeous blonde, who, like many of the richer students from the other schools, had arranged to go home for the holidays.
"Oui, just zis morning," Fleur replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Listen, I forgot to zank you during the ball, but your idea to listen to ze egg underwater worked perfectly. I am in your debt."
"The egg?" Harry asked, and his eyes widened as he realized that he hadn't thought about it in weeks. "Oh, crap!"
"You...tell me you did not forget ze second task," Fleur sputtered.
"I've had a lot on my mind," Harry sighed, feeling stupid.
"Zese tasks are dangerous, 'Arry," Fleur chastised him. "Ze first one was a dragon, for goodness sake; what could be so important to make you forget zat?"
"I kind of uncovered who put my name in the goblet," Harry replied.
"Really?" Fleur asked. "Oo?"
"Our defense professor wasn't really who he looked like," Harry replied. "He was a Death Eater who had kidnapped the actual guy and was using polyjuice to take his place."
"What?" Fleur asked, her jaw dropping.
"Yeah, my headmaster's going to announce that tomorrow during the welcome-back feast," Harry said.
"Was 'e arrested?" Fleur asked.
"No," Harry scowled. "He got away."
"Please tell me you did not put yourself in danger," Fleur groaned.
"Like I told you just before we faced our dragons, I'm kind of used to danger by now," Harry sighed.
Fleur shook her head and pulled him in for a hug that made him go still, saying, "Well, I'm glad you're okay."
"Sa...same," Harry replied dumbly as he inhaled the gorgeous rose scent of her hair and wrapped his arms around her.
"Once you've listened to your egg, seek me out, and we can compare," Fleur said as she pulled back, smiling at him. "It's probably ze same message, but I would like to be sure."
"Will do," Harry replied. "I'll see you later."
"See you then," Fleur said, heading back inside the carriage.
Harry's eyes were instantly drawn to her wonderfully round arse, which was noticeable even through her thicker winter robes, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He had to get to know her better.
"This is hopeless!" Hermione thought to herself as she closed yet another book from the restricted section.
One of the perks of being a Tri-Wizard Champion, as she'd found out when she went over the rules of the tournament, was a pass to the restricted section. Said passes weren't supposed to be lent out for obvious reasons, but they still could be, and Hermione had been using Harry's ever since she learned of the Horcrux in his scar to try and find any information she could on the subject. Unfortunately for her, there really didn't seem to be.
"Still looking?" Luna asked, sitting down next to her.
"I don't think there's anything here," Hermione grumbled.
"I wouldn't honestly expect information on a subject that dark to be found in our library," Luna pointed out, "even in the restricted section."
"And I'm certainly not getting access to any others," Hermione huffed. When Luna cocked an eyebrow in confusion, she said, "I kind of asked Viktor if he could set up a meeting with his headmaster."
"That sounds like a really bad idea," Luna said in alarm.
Looking around to make sure no one was listening, Hermione said quietly, "Karkaroff has more reason to fear...Tom's return than most, given what Snuffles said about him. I thought that if I told him I was looking into a way to get rid of him for good, that his self-preservation instincts might outweigh his prejudice, and get him to have a few books sent here from Durmstrang, but the man isn't meeting with anyone under any circumstances. Viktor was confused but not upset about that."
"That's probably for the best, Hermione," Luna said.
"I know," Hermione groaned. "I just feel so useless. Harry's dealing with so much, and I can't even begin to help him as I normally would."
"Then just support him," Luna said. "The reason I came is that Harry just remembered the egg from the first task after Fleur told him that my water idea worked and he was going to go test it out in the room. It almost certainly contains a cryptic clue of some kind, and I figured you would be able to help."
Hermione looked up into her dreamy blue eyes and smiled at the blatant attempt to make her feel better. As she put the books away, she scowled again at her failure. Part of her issue was the fact that she was used to researching things for Harry, and being unable to do that was annoying. The rest of it was that she really did want to confirm what he was told by Ajuka Beelzebub. Trust but verify was hard when you couldn't even begin to verify anything. She shook her head and followed Luna up to the seventh floor, with the pair of them arriving just a few seconds before Harry.
"Hey," Harry said in greeting as Luna walked back and forth towards the hidden entrance of the room.
"Hey, so what is this water idea?" Hermione asked, having been too distracted when Luna first mentioned it to think to ask.
"The screeching sound is Mermish," Luna replied before Harry could. "Their language can only be understood underwater."
"Oh," Hermione said. "How fascinating."
"And deafening," Harry snarked as the door appeared before Luna.
She opened it to display an onsen, and Harry felt his cock twitch in his pants.
"Wait...just how powerful is this place?" Hermione asked, looking around in awe.
"Pretty powerful," Luna replied. Pointing towards an area containing what looked like a shed, she said, "Your bathing suit's in there, Harry."
"Bathing...I thought I was just going to stick my head in the water with the egg," Harry said, sounding exasperated.
"You'd look pretty silly bending over with your head in a sink, Harry," Luna giggled, sitting down on one of the comfortable chairs she set up. "Come here, Hermione."
Hermione, having gotten relatively used to the blonde by now, just shook her head and smiled as she sat down on the other chair. Harry walked into the shed and immediately balked at what he found.
"Where exactly did you find this bathing suit design?" he called out.
"Akeno showed me some fascinating muggle magazines," Luna replied. "Why?"
Harry just sighed and began undressing, knowing full well what the blonde was up to. Luna had been quite adamant ever since she first shared her theory about Hermione's feelings for him that she was correct and clearly sought to prove her point in a suitably unsubtle way. He had spoken with her about trying to tempt Hermione before and would make it very clear that this was to be the last attempt later, but part of him really did want to know if she was right about his best friend's attraction to him, not that he expected her to act on it either way, given his existing relationships After a few minutes, clad in only a white speedo, Harry emerged, feeling slightly self-conscious in a way he hadn't in a while.
Hermione squeaked at the sight of him, her brown eyes going as wide as saucers.
"Luna!" she hissed without looking at the blonde.
In that moment, she didn't know if she could have looked away from Harry for anything. He was so bloody hot, having grown taller and significantly broader over the past couple months. His muscles were quite well defined, and he didn't have the lithe swimmer's build that she'd imagined in her late-night fantasies. In truth, he was starting to look like the men she'd seen on the covers of the romance novels that she'd found under her mum's bed during the previous summer. Not even his deliciously tight abs could keep her attention for long, though, as her gaze fell and became locked on his speedo.
"Holy shit," she thought to herself as she took in the sheer size of his prominent bulge.
She felt her heat pool in her core and rubbed her thighs together unconsciously, only realizing as she felt the sinful spike of pleasure that caused her that she was openly gawking at her best friend's cock. She swiftly forced herself to avert her gaze, turning a shade of red she'd only ever seen on Ron before.
Harry took in her reaction and felt his cock swell within the tight confines of the speedo even as he gave Luna an irritated look. The blonde just grinned at him and mouthed, "see?"
"I'll go listen to the egg," Harry sighed, grabbing the prize he'd gotten from the first task and heading underwater. He hoped whatever message was hidden in here was short.
"Luna, what the hell?" Hermione hissed once he was underwater.
"You must admit, he looks very good in it," Luna grinned shamelessly.
"That's...that's besides the point," Hermione stammered. "You could have remembered that I was here."
"I did, though," Luna said, furrowing her brow in confusion. "If you weren't, I'd have asked him to listen to it naked and joined him in kind. Then we'd have tried having sex in the water, which we've yet to do."
"Luna, what are you doing?" Hermione asked tiredly.
"Showing you what you want but think you can't have," Luna replied, rolling onto her side to look at Hermione. "You love him, and he loves you. I think you're perfectly lovely and ever so pretty. Rias and Akeno are warming to you, and once you find a way to prove that the devils have been honest with us, you'll warm to them too. We all adore Harry, and I just know that the kind of fun the four of us have together will be even more fun with five."
"I...I…" Hermione stuttered. "Has it occurred to you that I might want a normal relationship?"
"You haven't done normal since you got here," Luna pointed out, "and no man you could meet would ever measure up to Harry. If you really don't want to join us, that's fine, but I just wanted to paint you as detailed a picture of what you'd be walking away from as possible, and what a picture it is."
She sighed that last part longingly as Harry emerged from the water, and Hermione felt her mouth go dry at the sight. His gorgeous body dripping wet would have been sexy enough, but the white fabric of his speedo had gone completely transparent from the water, something she knew Luna set up intentionally, and any lingering doubts she might have had about just how well-hung her best friend was disappeared in an instant. She was starting to regret reading those old romance novels over the summer. Harry was starting to remind her more and more of the love interests in them.
"Well, it was definitely a clue about the second task, like we figured," Harry said as he dried his glasses with a wave of his wand. Completely ignorant of the fact that the only article of clothing he was wearing had turned see-through, he sat down in the chair that appeared before them and added, "It doesn't sound particularly good either."
"How big...bad is it?" Hermione asked, blushing harder at her mistake.
"It's…" Harry finally noticed how she looked and peered down at himself, realizing what had happened. Fixing Luna with a stare that promised a major spanking later, he excused himself and went over to the shed to change back into his clothes.
"He's developed such a firm bum too," Luna sighed, bitting her lower lip in anticipation of her coming punishment.
Hermione watched him walk away as her heart hammered in her chest, and she was very glad that she was wearing robes just then because she figured that her white cotton panties were as see-through as his speedo just then.
"Rias Gremory," she heard Harry call out in the shed, and a flash of crimson light emerged within a moment later.
"Hmm, if I'd known this was the kind of show I could have gotten, I would have reached out to you sooner," the redhead purred. Emerging from the shed a moment later, she said, "Oh, Luna, Hermione. What's going on?"
"Harry was listening to the egg he stole from the dragon," Luna replied as Hermione remained too tongue-tied to speak.
"Listening?" Rias asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes, it apparently contains a clue about the next task," Harry replied, emerging from the shed, which swiftly disappeared, completely clothed. "Hermione, are you…"
"Yes, please, tell me what it said," Hermione interrupted him.
As he did, the three of them sat in silence, mulling over what the words could mean.
"The part about seeking them where their voices sound clearly means the lake, unless the organizers want to bring everyone out to the location of another colony of merpeople," Luna mused.
"I'm going to need to brush up on my swimming," Harry grimaced.
"There's plenty of time for that," Rias said, "and I'm sure this room can create an Olympic swimming pool if we need it to."
"I also need to figure out a way to spend an hour breathing underwater," Harry said.
"The bubble-headed charm would work," Hermione suggested. "I'm more concerned about what they plan to take from you."
"Something sentimental probably," Harry grumbled, "given the whole 'sorely miss,' part. Perhaps my broom or my cloak. I hope the firebolt's charmed for water resistance."
"What if they mean a person?" Rias asked.
"What?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Think about it," Rias explained. "The first task had you sent up against a bloody dragon, a relatively minor one, but still…"
"The horntails are one of the worst breeds in the world," Hermione argued.
"Trust me, there are far worse dragons out there," Rias said, recalling the lessons she'd gotten on the dragon kings and some of the even more powerful ones. "At any rate, my point is that if they were willing to do something that insane in the first task, it would be a mistake to underestimate them here."
Harry looked over at Luna and Hermione, the two most important people to him that the organizers would know about, and felt enraged at the idea of them being endangered because of this idiotic tournament.
"I swear, I won't let anything happen to either of you," he swore, and both girls smiled widely at him.
"I know," Luna said simply, like it was the obvious thing in the world.
"We'll help you prepare for anything," Hermione added.
"I'm going to have more help than that," Harry murmured. When all three of them gave him confused looks, he said, "I got back from Agreas earlier today."
"Really?" Rias asked. "Lord Ajuka didn't inform me this time."
"There would have been no point, given that I just sat in a circle, drank a potion, and passed out," Harry chuckled.
"So did he learn where the other horcruxes are?" Hermione asked.
"No," Harry replied. "He said that doing so would have taken longer than the potion would last for, so he made the horcrux my slave instead."
"Your...what?!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Oh, that's brilliant!" Rias exclaimed. "As a mere fragment of a soul, he would be terribly vulnerable to things like that, and this way, you can force him to tell you everything."
"Why not enslave him personally?" Luna asked.
"Lord Ajuka is exceedingly busy," Rias replied. "We've already taken a great deal of his time. This way, Harry can deal with him himself."
Hermione closed her eyes and fought down her instinctive sentiment that slavery was wrong. If this was anyone or anything else, that would be different, but if anyone deserved this, it was that monster.
"He might be batshit insane and utterly evil, but he's also brilliant," Harry said. "I'm sure that he'll have a few ways to make this task easy, and once I've turned down all the ones involving blind slaughter, hopefully I'll find one that I'm willing to do."
"I can't believe you're going to be able to wield his own knowledge against him," Hermione chuckled. "Just keep in mind that a lot of what he knows is going to be vile beyond imagining."
"I know," Harry said. Changing the subject, he remarked, "I'm glad Fleur reminded me of this bloody thing. With the Yule Ball, Crouch, and everything else, I'd completely forgotten."
"Fleur?" Rias asked.
"One of his competitors in the tournament," Luna replied. "She's a Veela, and I've actually been meaning to ask about that. Are Veela related to devils? Because from what I saw of her in her dress at the ball, her breasts are nearly as spectacular as yours."
Rias snorted at that and said, "Thanks, Luna, and yes, actually."
"Wait, really?" Hermione asked.
"That's actually a rather long story," Rias began. "When Lucifer stole pages from the Book of Creation to make his own army to strike back at the Tyrant with...um, did Harry tell you about any of this?"
"He filled me in no your side of the fall," Hermione replied. "Please, go on."
"The pages he stole were vital to the process of creation, but they weren't all of the most important pages and his creations ended up flawed as a result," Rias continued. "Our dreadful fertility rates are a consequence of that. He tried for ages to fix the problem without success, but eventually one of his creations managed. Leviathan, through means that she alone knew, managed to create a different sort of devil known as incubi and succubi."
"I've heard of them," Hermione said. "They're demons that feed on sexual energy and seduce humans."
"Much of what humans understand of them is wrong, and the seduction part is actually truer of the fallen angels," Rias replied. "Their purpose wasn't to prey on humans but to make more devils because, unlike us, they were incredibly fertile. Leviathan's Incubus Succubus Project was one of the greatest innovations in the history of our race, and sadly, it ended almost immediately."
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"Leviathan died not long after she succeeded, and somehow, the angels found out about her project," Rias replied. "The angels and the fallen, recognizing what a threat a fertile devil race would be, worked together for a time to hunt down and slaughter all of them. Only a few had made it to adulthood by then, and only a couple had had children of their own. One of them, an incubus born of the Phenix line, had several children, one of whom was born with some startling defects."
"Oh?" Hermione asked, placing a comforting hand on Luna's leg as the blonde looked stricken a the tale of wanton slaughter.
"The girl was sired with a half-human, half-fallen angel and wasn't a devil at all," Rias continued. "She had the Phenex look and some of their powers, but she was mortal, and though she had a facsimile of a succubus' natural seductive aura, it couldn't compare to the real thing."
"The first Veela," Luna said.
"Yes," Rias replied. "Now what specifically happened to her, we don't know. Mother believes that Azazel, the Governor General of the fallen angels, was involved personally, but either way, the girl must have ended up being taken in by a human family. She went on to have children of her own, daughters who looked just like her, and so the Veela were born. We devils rediscovered them generations later."
"Why did the devils not turn them into devils?" Hermione asked. "Given that you're related."
"This was long before the evil pieces existed," Rias replied. "Lord Ajuka actually worked for centuries to try and figure out how Leviathan had managed to make the incubi and succubi, but to no avail. According to Sirzechs, he normally wouldn't have even considered working on someone else's project, but this one was so important that he made an exception. The Evil Pieces ended up being his solution after he failed. As for why we haven't turned them, a couple were, since Lord Ajuka hoped that they might be turned into succubi, but they became normal devils, and that idea was abandoned. The Phenexes remain a little touchy about them too, viewing them as inferior copies."
"If this was hundreds or even thousands of years ago, how do they still look the same?" Hermione asked.
"Veela only ever have daughters, and their children's looks aren't influenced at all by the father," Luna explained. "If you take two Veela from communities on the opposite sides of the world, whose families haven't been in contact for generations, they'll still look like sisters."
"Oh, wow," Hermione said. "Are they aware of all this?"
"I wouldn't know," Rias replied. "Given how removed they've been from us, they might not be."
"I wouldn't rush into trying to find out," Hermione warned them. "Fleur could easily see getting devilish help as cheating, and since it's also a crime…"
"Fleur and I get along surprisingly well, really, but I see your point," Harry said.
"Getting to know her better in general wouldn't be a bad thing," Luna murmured, picturing what it would be like to share Harry with Rias, Akeno, and Fleur for a night.
"She's not going to fare well in this task," Rias piped up. "The Phenexes have few weaknesses, but one of them is that they don't fare well underwater. For Veela, this weakness is amplified as far as I know."
"That might be why she wanted to discuss the task," Harry said. "If they're potentially kidnapping people, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to help her."
"Exactly," Luna agreed.
"Well, I need to get going," Hermione said. "I want to revise the chapters on our next potions lesson before tomorrow."
"Alright, I'll see you later," Harry said, getting up and hugging her. "I'm sorry about earlier."
"Don't be," Hermione chuckled, though she couldn't quite reply to that without blushing.
"Later, Hermione," Luna said.
"Bye," Rias added.
"Good bye all," Hermione said, making her way toward the door.
Hermione took one last look at the trio from the doorway, knowing full well what was going to happen between them once she left, and felt that familiar clenching sensation in her chest. It didn't feel as strong as it usually did, though, and she couldn't say whether that was because she actually didn't feel as envious as she had ever since she learned about Harry's odd relationships, or because she was too distracted by how wet she still was from seeing Harry in all his glory. Eager to go deal with that, she closed the door behind her and made her way to her dorm.
"Mmm," Luna sighed as Harry kissed her deeply.
"You were a very bad girl just now," Harry growled, making her shiver.
"I take it Luna was why were you wearing a practically see-through speedo when I got here?" Rias asked.
"Hermione's conflicted about acting on her feelings, and I thought she deserved to know exactly what she'd be turning down if she didn't," Luna explained.
"I've said before, Hermione's too straight-laced to want something like what we have," Harry sighed. "She might be attracted to me, but that has limits. I also have no reason to think that she isn't straight, and frankly, I think things only work between the three of us and Akeno because you're all into each other too. Promise me that you're not going to do anything else to try and tempt Hermione."
"Unless she comes to me, I promise," Luna said. "Like I said, I just wanted to make sure that she could make her choice as wrackspurt-free as possible and that she had as clear a picture as she could."
"Oh, it was pretty clear," Rias giggled, amused by the blonde's antics.
"Luna, over my knee," Harry ordered.
"Oh goody...I mean, oh no, not that," Luna replied as she complied eagerly.
"Brat," Harry grumbled, pulling her robes up over her arse.
To his complete lack of surprise, she wasn't wearing panties and her perfectly hairless nether lips were visibly slick.
"What am I going to do with you?" Harry asked rhetorically as he ghosted his hand over her arsecheeks.
"Anal?" Luna suggested hopefully, making him pause.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, concerned. He had only done that with Akeno, and she was far more durable than the blonde.
"Mmhmm," Luna sighed. "I've been practicing with a transfigured dildo. It's not as big as you, but it's close."
"Hmm, masturbating without permission, being a brat, trying to seduce Hermione, I'd say you have earned a punishment," Rias purred, vanishing Luna's clothes entirely. She traced a nail from Luna's temple to her chin, pulling her face up slightly until her lust-darkened gray eyes were staring up into hers, and said, "You're not going to cum until I say so."
"Oh!" Luna cried as she felt Rias' spell take hold.
"You can start now, Harry," the redhead grinned devilishly.
Harry brought his hand down on Luna's arse, and she shrieked, "One!"
"Good girl," Harry whispered, making her shiver.
She cried and screamed as he spanked her again and again, growing more and more aroused with each strike. Over the last several days, he had learned that while she wasn't as much of a pain slut as Akeno, Luna was deeply submissive and enjoyed this sort of treatment immensely.
"Eigh...eighteen!" Luna screamed, her whole body shaking. "Oh, Merlin!"
"Fuck, I can actually see her pussy spasming," Rias said. "How badly do you need to cum, Luna?"
"So bad!" Luna whimpered, rubbing her thighs together to no avail. "I was already so turned on before we started."
"Hmm, I think that's enough for the spanking," Rias said. "Her lily-white ass is already such an angry red."
"Oh, you can keep going if you like," Luna smiled. "It's kind of fun."
"Kind of defeats the purpose of punishment," Harry chuckled.
"And I have a better idea anyway," Rias said, holding out her hand before Luna. A red magic circle appeared in her palm, and the blonde started floating through the air.
"Whee!" Luna cried as she zoomed forward, only to turn around and hover.
"You're not going to move a muscle for the next little while," Rias grinned, "and you're going to watch as Harry and I fuck like animals. Only when I'm good and satisfied will I let you down, and then Harry's going to bury every inch of his big, thick cock inside your tight little asshole."
"Fucking hell, Rias," Harry grunted, feeling his cock throb in his pants as Luna looked ever more excited.
"Okay," Luna said. A moment later, she looked confused and asked, "What about the orgasm denial spell?"
"Oh, that's staying on," Rias said. "At least until I decide to release it."
Luna whimpered and shivered as Rias spelled her and Harry's clothes off. A bed appeared between them and the hovering blonde, and Rias laughed before walking towards it.
"If you want a more up close show, I guess we can give you that," she grinned.
"Definitely," Harry rumbled, turning her around and pulling her in for a searing, hot kiss.
She deepened it immediately, pushing her tongue into his mouth, and the two of them dueled for dominance as he pushed her down onto the bed. Rias rolled her hips to grind against his rock-hard cock, moaning as he broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her jaw to her earlobe. Harry looked up at the floating Luna, still in the same position she'd been in on his lap, and grinned at the look of raw lust on her beautiful face. He planted hot kisses on Rias' neck, nipping at her pulse point.
"More!" Rias moaned. "Watching you discipline Luna made me so wet."
"I know," Harry growled, moving lower along her gorgeous body. "I can smell your wet pussy from here. You smell so good."
"Then taste mE!" Rias cried as he wrapped his lips around one of her pebbled nipples.
Harry grazed the pink nub with his teeth, making her shiver, and looked up into her blue eyes. He kneaded her massive mounds, kissing, licking, and gently biting his way across them all while his eyes remained trained on hers, enjoying the look of pleasure and hunger on her face. Her scent was as intoxicating as ever, and eventually his own desire to taste her won him over, so he reluctantly moved on from her breasts, kissing a trail down along her flat, toned stomach.
"Fuck!" Rias gasped when gave her dripping folds a long lick with the flat of his tongue.
Her hands flew to his head, and she held him to her as he began lapping at her pussy. His ability to reduce his lovers to mindless, sweat-drenched, seemingly boneless wrecks had become a point of pride for him, and he almost enjoyed eating them out as much as he loved being inside them. He pushed two fingers inside her tight, wet heat, seeking her g-spot as he swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit.
"Yes, yes, yes," Rias cried, clawing at the bedding as she soared towards her peak.
In front of them, Luna watched them with lidded eyes, shaking with need as she hovered right on the edge of orgasm. A stream of whimpers escaped her lips just as a steady drip of her sweet fluids fell to the floor below. She needed to cum so badly, but she knew better than to voice that need. After all, the longer this went on, the better it would all feel in the end. Plus, watching two people so clearly in love express their feelings, that she knew neither had actually spoken yet, was so wonderfully beautiful.
"Parseltongue, please," Rias whimpered.
"Mmm, are you sure?" Harry asked with a teasing grin.
"Yes," Rias growled.
"Well, if you're sure," Harry hissed directly against her clit.
"HARRY!" Rias screamed at the top of her lungs, her back arching off the bed as she came so hard she squirted.
Harry drank down her fluids as best he could, his face becoming drenched in what he missed, and he grinned at the writhing, convulsing girl before him. Her incredible breasts jigged and rolled across her chest as the waves of ecstasy continued to hit her again and again. Harry kept it going for a few minutes straight, well aware by now of how much pleasure she could handle at once before it became too much. As he stopped, she collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut and stared at the ceiling with glassy, unfocused eyes.
"Fuck...me," Rias panted after a moment.
Harry couldn't imagine a scenario where he'd deny her that request. Fisting his cock, he lined himself up with her still-quivering pussy and sank inside her to the hilt in one long, slow thrust. She felt every bit as perfect as she always did, and he wasted no time working his way up to a steady pace.
"Fuck, I love your pussy," Harry groaned in her ear as she wrapped her legs around him. "You feel so good, baby."
"So do you," Rias moaned. "You make me feel so damn full."
Harry reached up and grabbed one of her jiggling breasts, bringing the hard nipple to his lips. She cried out as he sucked on the little nub, wrapping her hands around his head. He picked up his pace again, fucking her hard and fast until the sound of her squelching pussy was drowned out only by her screams of pleasure. Changing his angle slightly, he felt his bulbous head slip inside that little pocket deep within her, and she shrieked.
"Right there, right there!" Rias screamed, her sweat-slicked body pressing tightly against him as she pulled him closer.
Harry buried his face in her crimson mane, inhaling her scent and wishing that he could breathe only it for the rest of his life.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Rias squealed as she came hard, thrashing in his embrace as pleasure rocked through her body.
Her cunt rippled and spasmed around his length, as though it were actively trying to milk him, but though it felt absolutely sinful, he could hold on with ease. His stamina had been downright strange from nearly the start and it had only improved since then.
"That was...beautiful," Luna whimpered after a few minutes, her voice strained by need. "Will my turn be soon?"
Rias rolled Harry onto his back and grinned wickedly at the horny blonde, saying, "As I said, Harry's going to bugger you once I'm satisfied, and it will take far more than two mind-melting orgasms to do that, as you know."
Luna just whimpered again and watched as Rias began to ride him hard. They spent the better part of the next hour unleashing their near endless passion for each other. Cowgirl, doggystyle, pronebone, they fucked in multiple positions, always making sure that they were facing the increasingly desperate-sounding Luna, who, by the time Rias called for a break, was actually drooling.
"By Lucifer...if we spend the next...ten thousand years doing that...I won't tire of it," Rias sighed, draping an arm over her head.
"I don't know; I think we'd start to chafe eventually," Harry quipped, earning a playful slap.
"You know what I mean, smartass" Rias laughed. Turning to look at Luna, she said, "Oh wow, you okay, Lu?"
"Need...so bad," Luna mumbled, both looking and sounding frazzled as she stared forward blankly.
"Holy shit, there's actually a puddle of pussy juice down here," Harry said, pointing to the spot right under the blonde's leaking sex.
"Hmm, well, I think you've suffered enough," Rias sighed, pulling her in and canceling the floating spell as she reached the bed. Reaching down, she wiped Luna's lips with the sheets and kissed her softly.
"Huh?" Luna asked, her eyes coming into focus. "Oh, Harry, Rias, please fuck me!"
"Of course," Rias said, tapping her finger on Luna's winking arsehole. As the blonde squeaked, Rias said, "Fully cleaned and very well oiled. She's all yours, stud."
"Every hole," Luna added, resting her face in Rias' lap as she kept her arse stuck high in the air.
Harry, whose incredible stamina had begun to wane after the hour of fucking one of the one hottest women he'd ever met, knew that he wasn't going to last long inside Luna's no doubt sweltering hot, almost painfully tight arse. Luckily, the blonde was far worse off than he was.
"Rias, release the orgasm denial spell once I'm fully inside her, okay?" Harry asked.
"That'll be explosive," Rias chuckled. "Sure."
Harry placed the head of his still-very-slick cock against her arsehole and pushed forward, grunting as he failed to penetrate her at all.
"Give me a second," Luna said, working to relax her tense inner muscles.
While she did that, Harry moved his cock lower and gathered some of her copious fluids onto his glans, making her cry out.
"Tr...try again," Luna moaned.
Harry moved back up to her tightest hole and pushed forward, groaning in delight as he managed to fit the head of his cock inside her. Luna squeaked and grabbed onto Rias as her eyes went wide with shock. Rias ran her fingers though the younger girl's hair and along her back comfortingly.
"Oh, that's so much bigger than the dildo!" Luna cried.
"You transfigured it yourself," Harry grunted as he managed to fit another inch of his cock inside her. "Why not work up to my size first?"
"I wanted it to be a little hard," Luna replied. "Go slow. It feels good, but oh, it's such a stretch!"
Rias looked down at the scene and felt her still gaping pussy flutter around nothing. She had promised Harry her ass if he won the tournament, fully intending to give it to him either way for getting through it, and she had to admit that it did look like fun. Akeno had certainly raved about the experience while sitting on a cushion the next day.
"You're so fucking tight," Harry groaned, moving within her with short, slow strokes as he worked more and more of his cock inside her.
"To be fair, you are as big as my forearm," Luna pointed out, making him laugh.
"I'm not quite that big," Harry chuckled, sighing as he felt her relax around him slightly.
She was starting to get used to this, and he began fucking her with slightly longer thrusts, trying to fit the last third or so of his dick inside her. When his balls started slapping her pussy, she cried out in pleasure.
"Please, Rias, I need to cum; I need it more than anything!" Luna almost screamed.
"And you have been such a good girl, enduring your punishment with little complaint," Rias mused, keeping her eyes on Harry's cock as he buried the last inch of it inside the blonde's arse. The second his hips pressed against her cheeks, she undid the spell, and Luna shattered.
With a long, drawn-out, wordless shriek, Luna came hard, her whole body flushing a bright red as she started thrashing and writhing in absolute ecstasy. A geyser of fluid erupted from her pussy as it spasmed around nothing, soaking Harry's balls. The feeling of her already tight arsehole squeezing him, while his stamina was already at its limits, was too much for him, and with a roar, he came painting her insides white with what felt like a gallon of cum. He fell forward and was caught by Rias, who held the two of them as they rode out the waves of pleasure that turned their brains to mush.
Luna passed out, smiling from ear-to-ear, and Harry managed to roll them onto their sides as Rias shifted to wrap her arms around the unconscious blonde. Staring into Harry's eyes, she smiled and cupped his cheek as he panted for breath, feeling utterly satisfied. He was sure that they'd have more fun later when he had managed to escape the molten vice of Luna's ass, but for now, he was more than happy to lie where he was and bask in the afterglow as he stared into Rias' eyes.
Lucius Malfoy sat in his chair by the fireplace and nursed a cup of elven wine as he looked down at the latest proposal put before the Wizengamot. It was utterly ludicrous, having been put together by some mudblood-loving waste of good blood, and would be struck down with ease, but that didn't mean it couldn't be entertaining.
"Having someone's testimony in court count equally regardless of blood status?" Lucius chuckled to himself as he shook his head. "The ideas some of these lunatics come up with."
"Lucius," Narcissa breathed from the doorway.
"Cissa, I told you I didn't want to be bothered while I unwound...what's wrong?" Lucius asked as he turned and noticed his wife looked pale as a sheet.
"Lucius," a high, icy cold, and terribly familiar voice came from behind his wife.
Narcissa moved aside to allow the cowled figure behind her in, and Lucius felt a stab of fear he hadn't experienced in many years. When his mark darkened a few days earlier, he'd been terrified, thinking that it meant his lord had returned, but when no word came, either to him or his associates, he allowed himself to relax a little. That turned out to be folly.
"M...my lord," Lucius stammered, rushing out of his chair and to his knees before the figure, who could only be Lord Voldemort.
His lord removed his hood a moment later, and his terrifying serpentine visage and crimson eyes confirmed it.
"So you do recall me, Lucius," Voldemort said, sounding furious.
"I...I did not know..." Lucius went to say.
"I'd say there was much you did not know, Lucius," Voldemort cut him off, "but rest assured, your lessons will commence shortly."
Lucius looked down at his lord's feet, quaking in fear as he realized that he should have paid far more heed to the rumors of his survival over the years.