There is a time to work, a time to play, and a time to plot all things in time. HJP nee HJG on how they balanced things.
Uncertainty was not something that he liked. It was something that he had in a way at the least had spent his entire life trying to minimize. Before when he had been at the Dursleys and had not known better, he had been able to find some solace in the certainty of things. Things had changed when he had discovered the book. It had opened whole new venues of possibilities. As it was, he still had not even managed to scratch the surface of the knowledge that repository had inside. It was perhaps a bad thing that he had become somewhat obsessed and determined in his current course of actions.
He had never thought to look for certain information in the unimaginable vast collection within the deceptively small tome. He had at most skimmed those areas outside of conventional magic and his chosen art. He had delved into potions since it was such a fundamental craft. There were rituals of his art that required preparatory potions after all. Still, he never had and he likely would not at least for a very long time reach beyond the surface of the book's daze inducing records. It was an archive a repository that was unfathomable eons old. It was also as much of a growing thing as any other living creation.
It would take decades if not centuries to properly delve into more than a few fields recorded in that uncertain in form artifact. It did change to fit the era it was used in so to better survive. It was far more dangerous than any official tome that the wizards knew of in their history. It was designed to store knowledge and arrange it in as easily accessed manner. If Harry had found it even a decade further in time, it likely would have taken the form of an electronic device just as it had in another era taken the form of a scroll. The outward appearance was more for ease of use and secrecy than any other reason.
One of the areas that Harry had delved in some depth, besides magic and necromancy, as well as specifically the basis of potions, was in the matter of the mind. He did not want to turn out like the Dursleys after all. So in the course of his developing of his shields and organizing his mind he had created a failsafe guardian. It had so far only been invoked in that capacity to deal with Severus Snape. He had been confused that his guardian was in his mother's unknown image, but he had long since gotten used to his life being nothing out of the ordinary. He did think that most would consider this to be some sort of insanity.
Why else would he be lounging in his mindscape while his guardian listened as he went over the hated uncertainties that were bothering him? Sure, there was the fact that he was in a way listening to the voices in his head, but he already was able to have his lover's voices in his head. He was somewhat grateful that he didn't have a need to have the imprint of their personalities wandering about in his head. It was not that his minions did not have relevant advice, but that their actions were in part confusing him as well as his ease in accepting some of the changes lately.
"I mean really," Harry told her, as he reclined on the massaging heated couch, "I don't think any of us expected things to develop as they have lately. I personally was in no way willing to compromise my drive with so many interruptions, not that they are not rather enjoyable, but that I seem to have become a bit distracted with them."
"Well it isn't exactly too unexpected after all," she told him while handing him a very sweet and refreshing glass of juice. "You had already noticed that you were beginning to become exceptionally aware of the differences in the sexes. You were also aware that the girls around you were doing more than crushing on you. I do believe that your girls are rather driven on their own and that is even without your influence; however, they are likely motivated by your own determination. Alice and Hermione come to mind as being those most likely to take everything they do passionately and their relationships with you are no different. I suspect that you are more irritated that you succumbed this early as well as allowing what you had considered inappropriate for your ages actions to occur."
"Yeah, I mean I suspected that I would get caught in a girl chasing me situation but I had thought that it would be more when I was a teenager proper," Harry said before taking a long drawn out swallow of the drink even if he technically didn't need it as none of this was really real. "I would rather have as much distance from those animals as possible. I loathe people making decisions for me and it would be hypocritical of me to make decisions for my girls without letting them have some input. I may have a need to be in control of myself and them, but I would prefer not to have to make decisions that were incorrectly analyzed."
"You were rather relieved that the Wizarding world had the more antiquated age of consent than the modern world," she said with an amused expression on her face. "Still I am sure that you had already factored in that the girls or at least Alice would be quite determined to have you being the make she explored things with. Her competition with Hermione merely facilitated their mutual desires."
"If we were normal, I would feel hard pressed not to be disgusted with our actions," Harry said as he thought on the slippery slope his own ideals had slid. "We have killed, tortured and committed any number of crimes that the police would salivate at catching us or having evidence regarding. We could have tried to justify it to ourselves with platitudes such as the greater good, necessity, or the betterment of all. I suppose here I cannot truly lie to myself. We are killers and monsters of our own sort. We act in a way that sets us apart from the rest of the masses and yet our actions have undoubtedly made many of them safer. In regards to my falling into this sexual addiction, I would say it is more fueled by my stress and need for companionship."
"Yes, that is something that your younger years didn't help you in doing," she said as she held his drink near her where the moisture forming on the glass could slowly drip onto her skin. "You have a bit of a problem with proper social dynamics of friends as well as family now. It is not your actions in regards to your art that is bothering you, but that you have let your physical relationships progress much faster than you had planned. I will agree that those people left you with attachment issues and that the sexual contact does make things more complicated. The afterglow does allow you to feel closer and less likely that you will experience the usual worries."
"Ok, I will admit that part does alleviate the stress that my life has," Harry said as he once more drank from the proffered glass. "As it is, I think that I realized that all of the girls wanted to reach a certain level sooner than I had planned. The rituals in part make some sense in why we started wanting to further things sooner than normal. Still, it came far sooner than I had anticipated. I had planned for such things closer to our normal counterparts, but even they seen more willing to do so younger than I had thought. I had expected petting to be reached at the earliest next year, as it would fit with what I have read. There were some discrepancies in some information and it has been proven that female puberty can be attained younger do to environmental factors. Still I would prefer to have nothing in common the filth we hunt or other such scum. There has to be something that I am not seeing in how Hermione reached such a point while I find Alice doing so less unlikely..."
"It is possible that compressing lifetimes of memories would have an effect," she said as she contemplated things. "Still causing your bodies to accelerate at this point does seem odd. It is more that your own reactions and Hermione's have been accelerated, as you were aware that Alice and Anne had already determined that you would be the boy who claimed them. They would have eventually forced the issue and they would have wanted more attention than alleviating their monthlies soon enough. Hermione was already competing with Alice in who would get you first even if she were unwilling to admit it to anyone. What other boy would she fantasize about after having her first erotic dream? Oh, she may have picked an attractive actor or something, but you were the realistic choice for her and you know it. Your women are all determined in their own ways and they would get what they want. They are rather like you that way. You will succeed in your ambition and I suppose that Alice has already succeeded in one of her ambitions already."
"I suppose she has at that," Harry said as he realized that Alice had been quite ambitions to go beyond child play before. "Still it was a few years sooner than I had thought and the way that my control of my libido has been reduced seems to have some connection. I had thought that the next time I was here that I would be dissecting the summer conundrum."
"How is it a conundrum?" she asked in confusion. "It seems rather straight forward to me. You will settling things with the House of Li, get some training with the Flamel's, and further some of your other studies. Now how is that a puzzle to be deciphered?"
Harry was quiet for a moment as he thought on all the things about the summer that were bothering him. He hadn't really had time to think on it as his current schedule was keeping him busy and that was before Dora's change from the ritual. She had gone from cute and sexy to suddenly let me touching you, caress you and lick every inch of your body, or better yet buried inside you somewhere with my hands doing something to make you cry my name.
He had been expecting Dora to look a little bit older, but he hadn't been prepared for her to look so close to the teenage Bellatrix Black who would have never been left without someone's cock being inside her if she hadn't been so good at curses. The major difference in their appearance was that Dora had dark purple mixed with her black hair unlike Bella who had hair so black it seemed to swallow the light around her. He had sent Night there and Bella looked to be in her early twenties while Dora now looked like a late teenage version body wise. There were differences in that Dora had more muscle and tone to her body, but besides there eye color being a few shades different and Bella having a slightly more triangular patch of hair above her sex there was not much difference.
Walking into the sight of Hermione fisting Dora looking like that and it was little wonder that it took no convincing not to try out Dora's new base form. Her muscle control had increased to crazy levels. It had been slightly odd to be buried in a girl's ass while someone tried to jerk him off from the girl's stuffed twat. Dora had not complained when she surfaced from her orgasmic state to feel her master plunging into her willing body. It had been wild and Hermione had found her head pressed against the sudden outpouring of cum while Dora found her mouth suddenly stuffed with a cum-covered cock.
Harry had spent his time down her throat staring at her face and torn between the urge to see how much he could coat her face with his essence and seeing how much the new Dora could swallow. The rational part of his mind wondered if Dora had gained a potent pheromone to rival the charm of the Veela. Still he found his hands caressing her face lovingly as he felt a fondness swelling in his heart. If it hadn't been for the emotional attachment he had with her, Harry was aware that he would have succumbed to the urge to fuck her face even if Dora almost suffocated from the lack of air do to her nose being forced shut against his flesh and her mouth unable to draw air around his dick.
Still, he had managed to only make her pant through her nose while he unloaded his balls down her throat. Whatever it was that day had spiked his libido almost as bad as Halloween and Winter Solstice combined. He had barely let Dora suck him clean yet slick with spit before he had pulled himself out, yanked Hermione out of the way, spun Dora's mouth to Hermione's cunt, and thrust into Dora's well fisted yet already retightening hole. He had felt her suddenly grip and mold herself around him when he had barely got half way inside, and she had become eye crossing pleasurably tight before he felt his balls bump her clit.
He had lifted his head away to howl in ecstatic joy from how good he felt to see Hermione thrashing under Dora's tongue slithering inside her while Hermione had her fingers not grasping or holding Dora's face but caressing it as if it was a precious and favorite toy. That had made him realize that he hadn't been anywhere near as rough as Dora liked. Hell, his hands were only gently caressing her ass and hips. Still, he could see as he looked at her ass and his hands stroking spread her cheeks that Hermione had left some moisture from when she had slurped his load out of Dora's ass. That wasn't entirely strange, but he could still see the lick marks from Hermione's tongue as well as a slight parting of her opening and no signs of Hermione having left any cum inside.
He was certain of that when his left thumb had felt around inside while he gave her a good hard grope leaving marks like Dora loved. His right hand was held out towards one of the alcoves and nice and supple black leather like crop flew into his hand with a smile-causing thump before his fingers curled around the handle on their own. Dora gave out a shriek into Hermione's tongue stuffed pussy when he brought the crop down to her new ass. Harry recalled how she had clenched unbelievable tight around his thumb and dick almost causing him to spend his balls into her suddenly vacuum suctioning warm embrace.
He hadn't lasted too much longer after that although he didn't try to move when he repeated the orgasm-causing slap. He did try to draw it out by thrust for a while settle and then strike. Still, he could tell that Dora's tongue had alleviated Hermione from being too sensitive for more than short length caresses. What followed wasn't too unpredictable, Harry recalled how intense he came inside Dora before letting the still thrashing Hermione lick him clean at which point he maneuvered the pair to allow Hermione to clean Dora up.
While he had tried to figure out what about Dora looking so demanding that he immediately bury himself in her without finding anything out about the ritual, he had barely reclined to recover and watch the two ladies slurping their cunts to from what he could count were several intense orgasms before he felt the scene rekindle his libido. Oh, he had noticed how Dora had changed in that her body seemed to have become the most alluring beauty with a face that he could waste away the days just looking at and caressing. In the short time between while his mind wasn't demanding he screw them both, he had noticed that Dora looked like Bella did from Night's last view.
He had been grateful that he had Hermione impaling her ass on him or he would have likely called Night to transport him there. It would not have been as if the Dementors would have cared, and he was aware that while her former husband and brother-in-law were dead that Bella was looking as she had barely after she had graduated Hogwarts. Perhaps his attraction to the two was in a way genetic as a desire to reestablish and secure the House of Black, but he thought it was more do to whichever shared ancestor they had showing through and that it was for that ancestors looks that they had joined their blood together.
He had kept himself busy in part to prevent allowing the thoughts of entering Azkaban to claim his property in the ancient manner. He was sure that neither of them would have minded as he had found a residual awareness of her in the less explored parts of his mindscape. Still, telling his minions that he was going to add a relative who used to be a Death Eater was not something he had desired to do. He was well aware that Bella's rebirth had left her extremely fixated on him and from what he had extracted from the Lestranges would be followed fanatically with even more loyalty and obedience than Voldemort had received from her.
Shaking his head even as he felt the fond memories of what happened after he had felt the undeniable firmness that his member had achieved, Harry turned to his ear to talk to and deconstruct his complications. It would not be a good idea to have sexual desires running rampant especially with his guardian in that attire. He would just have to push down the barely suppressed memories and echoes of the pleasure he had felt from draining his balls into the eager asses of the two linked licking lovers.
He really didn't want to factor in what having sexual attraction to someone that looked like his mother even though she had been gorgeous enough to be sought after by anyone with the slightest appreciation of the female form regardless of gender. He knew his father had been a lucky man to gain her affection, and that Snape had been a foolish idiot to allow any wedge to come between them. The walking dead man did make sense to him, but there was no way that he would live any longer than required. The bastard had been willing to trade his life and his father's life to Voldemort in exchange for the Dark Lord granting Lily to be his to use as he wished.
He wanted to speak to his mum and not the representation in his head. It would alleviate most of his issues if he had her to talk with, and she deserved the right to have justice served in regards to her unnecessary and conspired end. Besides, he really thought that if anyone deserved to off Snape it was the woman he had betrayed so many times. Sure, Harry knew he had issues with his mother that were likely unhealthy, but after dealing with Petunia and her problems that he knew of, he had some concept of limits.
'It would be wrong to use her as a substitute,' Harry thought as he looked at his mind's inner representation of safety and offensive protection who was also a very sexy and seductive red haired goddess who rivaled what Susan's mother had looked like in terms of shear demand to worship and ask politely to do so. 'Besides, she doesn't have her memories even if she was willing to allow me to get the issues out of the way. At least I have a few vague memories so I haven't ended up breast obsessed like some bottle-fed babies become. Still, I wouldn't mind having more such memories, but there is no way that I would force my mother, Lily 'I can make you cream your pants or skirt' Potter, to do something like that against her will. I suppose Dora wouldn't mind playacting a few situations to deal with that even though Susan likely will look at least almost as good before we graduate and possible sooner if she continues to develop at her current rate.'
Realizing that he had been lost in thought as well as appreciating her body, Harry shook himself and let out a sigh of resignation. He could feel her looking at him in interest even as the glass he had her holding let a drop fall to splash dramatically on the exposed upper part of her breast. He closed his eyes for a moment and squashed the image of memories of being lucky enough to have nursed on tits that awe inspiring which had been even more riveting as they had been swollen with milk. He opened them again and worked on finding his tongue while the more kinky side of his libido was making suggestions and stating that what happened in here stayed in here.
When he struggled to push that down, his inner pervert had suggested having Dora shift to look like her especially if she could trigger lactation. He then chided his inner pervert with that being wrong since he didn't plan on doing that with Dora unless he was old enough to have gotten her pregnant and all the other nuisances would be gone so as to not interrupt. His id conceded that as well as Dora was sufficiently arousing that he didn't want to ruin anything in regards to Dora and his interactions, but that since this construct, which he should name and definitely anything but Lily, was a part of his mind that any interactions with her were no more wrong than any fantasy or self exploration.
That realization almost made him growl out loud, but he accepted that his life was complicated and this was no more bizarre than anything else was. The only person that could have made his life even more oddly interesting was that Luna girl that the twins had mentioned. He had a feeling that knowing his luck something would happen with the obviously traumatized and coping girl who would be starting here the next year. With her in the same year as Alice let alone Anne, Harry knew that this year would seem sane compared to the rest of them.
As he did this, she was watching him as his thoughts passed somewhat over his features. Well not enough then for her to get the general sense that, he was going over some memories that her question had wrought. It was not as if she was wasting time waiting as it did give her a chance to see him and not the usual perceptions that she had. Time was in a way meaningless for her as her existence was as passing as dreams and as long as eternity at the same time. He was in essence her creator and the god of this place. That he had entrusted her to help him meditate and contemplate the troubles of his existence was rather telling.
Therefore, she waited as he thought on things even as part of her design maintained and patrolled his mental defenses. It did seem odd that more often than not she played the part of devil's advocate and helped him accept the things he had to do. Still, she knew that even when he succeeded that her purpose would remain and she could take contentment in that. Her other needs, as even though she was a construct she was still created in female form and of female function, had been sated as she felt what his lovers felt and that would be enough. It was not in her nature or place to seduce her creator.
'Still all things come to those who wait,' she thought as she watched he who made her. 'Even if I have to wait for him to succeed there is time enough. All things will be in the fullness of time. Still it would be nice not to live vicariously through his other loves...'
With that enigmatic smile, she waited as she took a secretive thrill in his gaze especially how she could feel the passion and emotions behind them being directed at her. While it may have made things simper for her to initiate things, it was not in her nature to do so for such things. She was reactive by nature for the most part and still learning as she went. He was barely over his sexual acts to this point and the recent near animalistic claiming of Dora as she was now and rewarding Hermione for her success. Even though he did create her, he would be lucky to understand her especially the way her own thought patterns were developing.
She was a woman and thus thrilled at being seen as attractive. It would complicate her primary directive if she just dissolved her apparel and spread her legs while beckoning him to her. She did get a rather thorough ravishing, as the feedback from Dora had been quiet intense. It was perhaps a pity that her creator was so strong willed, as she was fairly certain that any other teenage hormonal influenced male would have been already balls deep in ravishing her or at least having made out and felt her up, which would have likely led to her having a chance to explore things directly.
She who was could tell by his gaze that he was at least feeling attraction and lust towards her form. If it were not for the fact that it would require some support for him, she would have likely been suckling him as he let things out. She really enjoyed that when any of them did that to him, and she knew that he enjoyed it as well. She supposed she had the advantage in knowing exactly why they liked it and why the girls enjoyed it. So as he thought things over, she savored knowing that his gaze was leading to the visible signs of his appreciation even as he passed off her signs as being in part from the cool liquid having made her top rather transparent and chilled.
"Considering all that needs to be done as well as wanted to be accomplished then add in that there is no way that my girls will want to cut short time with me even though they won't be away from me during the school year except during classes," Harry said as he tried not to pay attention to the constructs appearance as having sex with his minds coping mechanism would be too strange even for him especially since she resembled his mother who he had barely any memories of knowing. "It really boils down to having too much to do and a finite period in which we are not inconvenienced with the constraints of school. There are just not enough hours in the day even over the summer to cram in everything that we have to accomplish as well as want to accomplish. It is not as if one could suddenly have thirty two hour days or something..."
"So it all comes down to time being too short to do what you need to do," she said with a thoughtful look even as the moisture from the cup seemed to drip and then trace its way down her body. "You do recall that there are ways to cram more time in a day don't you? You already can do more thanks to the rituals that allow less sleep to accomplish more. Think how little time you would have if you needed as much sleep as Normals or Wizards. You also have ways to accelerate your acquiring of knowledge and a better retention as well. What more ways do you need to efficiently utilize your time?"
"Time," Harry trailed off as he suddenly snapped up from the couch. "It couldn't be that simple could it? I mean that would be a solution and it would alleviate the dilemma I had been having with Alice and their age. I mean it may be legal in the Wizarding world, but I was not raised in it and thus at times have reservations on some of the things that they do."
"You know that you are being a bit random in your words," she said with a look that hinted at almost grasping what he was thinking. "I get that you would prefer if there was proof that Alice was older and that you gave up on Anne being anything other than herself as strange as she can be. Still there is something that I am missing here. So would you care to elaborate so I can better understand things?"
"Time as I said is the question and also the solution," Harry said with an almost giddily mad look on his face. "Although it would permit Alice to try to cram in the rather open ladies that are around us, but that is something I had factored in at some point several years down the road anyways. Given the way that Hermione and Alice compete, I already had plans for when they decided that showing off their man to the others and letting them get a taste. So if we can add some more real time to the summer than we can get more done. I mean it seems so simple in retrospect and unlike normal wizards the years won't cut short our lives..."
"You are doing it again," she said looking at him fondly. "You're having a breakthrough that will really shake things up. So why don't you have the room provide one then. I mean it does seem like a good solution during the school year and all it would require is to show up at meals and classes since you managed to dodge being drafted into the Quidditch team in spite of that stunt you pulled. It is likely that your housemates will try to encourage you to join next year."
"I suppose," Harry said as he let his mind wander in the possibilities. "Still a time turner would be nice although if the room can provide for it..."
"Hmm something about the room providing," she said as she looked at him. "What have you stumbled across this time, darling?"
"I still can't believe that I didn't see it before," Harry said as he plopped down with a sigh. "The room provides. It just seems so simple now that I think about it and I really should have noticed the inconsistency. I suppose that I placed a rather deep willingness in believing that all of the rituals could have added up to it. Oh, I guess I should tell you. I hadn't realized that when we were in the room it seemed we always had time enough to accomplish things even if we should not have. It does solve some of the problems, but I don't think dragging Susan and Hannah inside to allow them to grow up before they press for consummating our relationship will work. Considering we have already been fiddling with time, I see no reason to stop over the summer or at least this one."
"You do have a point and it will allow you to prevent you and their burnouts," she said as she looked at him fondly. "They worry about you and while it is good that you are ambitious and have goals that does not mean that you are pushing yourself too hard. It is only a matter of time as it is inevitable that you succeed. In the mean time, you will have to start planning for after you have accomplished your ambition. I do not see any of you retiring and sitting on your asses in the future. You will need to plan for the time after and make certain that things are in place. It is a given that neither Hermione nor Alice will settle for anything less than you, and Anne as well as Dora are not leaving so plan accordingly."
"So I have to start thinking about after and not just my goal right now," Harry said as he let his head bounce off the pillow. "I suppose my attempts to find temporary or possibly permanent for the foreseeable future distractions for the girls for when I have to deal with things was rather obvious."
"It is for someone that knows you as well as I do," she said with a warm look. "Despite being an antisocial person do to your life, you care deeply about the people that you do let in. So with that in mind, it is no wonder that you were ensuring that your girls were able to pair off if you wanted to spend time with just one of them or if you got too caught up in your projects. I will say that from what we have garnered about your mother that she would be pleased with what you have done even if the methods are questionable. Despite the desire of Dumbledore to keep you ignorant, you have ascertained that your mother was a determined person. Despite her former friendship with Snape, she would likely slit his throat herself for what he has done. I do not think that she would have a problem with silencing Dumbledore either since he was as responsible as the other three for their deaths."
"True, it just bothers me now that I have a further grasp on what that spiteful man has done," Harry said with a deep look to his eyes. "I cannot believe it took this long to sort through all of it."
"Well you did have his whole life to sort through and it is understandable as you didn't notice what you had extracted," she said before looking around the mindscape. "There is also a chance that some residuals from that night are still inaccessible. It is not as if you inherited that abomination's memories. Do you think that Dumbledore was counting on that remaining when he started on this madness?"
"It is possible," Harry conceded as he thought on it. "We have an idea on what that creature was doing. We know that he was obsessed with immortality and it was another way to try to achieve that. I suppose he used the normal rituals as a base, but he was quite arrogant from what we know. Still it is nice to discuss things and I don't think I can do that with Hermione yet."
"I see and I can understand why you hesitate at this point," she told him with a smile as the moisture from his drink trailed down across her taunt stomach. "While Hermione has been there during a kill, she has not killed a human yet and thus certain notions are still there. I suppose you could trust Alice a bit more when she is here next year, but you have grown closer to Hermione and I believe you are choosing her for your chief assistant. They are both loyal, but Alice would need to spend more time with Anne to keep her controlled. Surrey has enough scum that seem drawn to the area compared to the small pond of victims at Hogwarts."
"That is a concern since I am fairly certain that Anne has been getting a bit too free with her actions," Harry said with his eyes closed so that he wasn't leering at her moisture-traced curves. "I suppose I don't feel bad at the nuisances at the door and other such at times. Now if Anne could target those scammers I would feel even better about it."
"You do recall that there is that growing infrastructure that might have potential in the future," she told him in a voice that seemed to tease the senses. "It may be only used for government and scientists for the most part, but I see it spreading and you saw the home computers are already becoming a growing trend. It seems that in addition to business interest in communications such as portable phones that they might wish for something better than they have already. Something else to branch into the future as you already were contemplating as while the magical world does have enough potential to support our ventures for the moment there is enough to keep things going. You do have enough money coming in at this point, but there are more mundanes than magicals in the world. Besides, I think you realize that the other girls are a good sampling of a demographic for future consideration."
"Some things to consider in the future," Harry said as he let out a sigh and settled down. "Now I think I need to get some sleep..."
"Sure go to sleep on me," she said with a teasing laugh. "A beautiful woman loves it when a man in her life just goes to sleep ignoring her..."
Sadly, her parting barb was met with a soft snore. She shook her head and placed a blanket on him before she settled down to continue her guarding his mind. She was sure that Lily would approve of her actions. Harry was growing up to be a wonderful young man. He was also surrounded by beautiful caring women who would bathe the world in blood to keep him happy, as he would do the same for them. Now the only concern the mother would have is potential grandbabies in the future. It was a shame that Lily had missed so much of his life. Snape would die painfully for that. Dumbledore would die slowly and in agony with everything he ever dreamed of broken and his future reduced to ash and his legacy not more than dust. Voldemort would have nothing to his legacy as well.
It was the least the master could do to thank them for their efforts in regards to his life. It was a shame that it would only be Dumbledore that Lily would get to see dealt with. At least they would be able to use the connection to bring her back. James they would at best be able to talk to from what her master had discovered. It did not mean that they could not for sure just that it seemed difficult with all the things stacked against them. There were possibilities that wherever Lily was currently there was more to things than they knew. She was sure that it had not been she-who-was that had been in the mindscape that night and that Alice Longbottom was not dead either so where did he come from. There was also that her master was unaware but it seemed that his passions were being funneled into a seeming black hole of need in addition to the connections with the other ladies.
"Sleep tight, master," she said fondly as she had the impression of a woman like her floating on a sea of ecstasy as she felt the master and his lovers' pleasure. "One morning you will wake with us all in your bed and never again will you need to worry about things. Your enemies will be broken, their dreams destroyed, and their legacies nothing but sorrow. When that day comes, you can all move forward together..."
Percival Weasley was not having a good time of things. He had a few nights previously been experiencing the best night of his life. After his girlfriend had never put out even though she had actually been trying to get him to satisfy her before he was done for the night, he had taken liberties with a couple of underclassmen. He had done more with the boy and girl than his girlfriend of the year had been doing.
'It was going so well until that bitch had to but in,' Percival thought with a sudden rage present in his mind. 'First she doesn't even offer some things and when I find people that I can use to meet my needs she acts like that!'
In his rage-clouded mind, he never realized how much damage an intelligent and angered woman let alone a witch could cause. He was also ignorant of the growing trend of idiots who crossed the Boy-Who-Lived or more accurately plotted, played and punished. Of course, his plots were inevitably oriented in speaking with and more likely attempting to resurrect his mother, his playing now involved possibly using every bit of sexual possibilities as a check list where it involved him and any number of willing females instead of the methodic mental anguish of his victims as well as their physical destruction, and his punishments were now not just about pain.
Unfortunately, for the now sexually frustrated Weasley, he was unknowingly digging his own grave. Tonks could have arranged with Penny for his death with sufficient alibi for Penny to do the act herself and still she could be perceived as innocent. It was rather fortunate that she hadn't gone down that train of thought. Oh when the time was right she would get her revenge, but in the meantime she had to see about curbing his ability to cause harm.
As it was Percy was feeling a bit wound up and with the chance of certain people seeing beyond his appearance, he could not move on to new marks in his own house. He didn't even contemplate the Hufflepuffs, as Sprout would hang him by his balls if he rocked their boat. He didn't know what they were up to, but it was going to cause him more headache than it was worse to get into a situation there. He also knew that they were more than capable of solidarity. There were a few exceptions that were lacking the ease of mobbing up for some collective retribution. One of the first years was like that a Zacharias Smith if he recalled correctly. Oh, there were beauties he would love to enjoy and possibly ruin, but most of them were friends and at least acquaintances with Penelope and she would warn them off him even if she were unable to do anything officially to him as he couldn't do to her.
'If I try anything with a Ravenclaw then she will be able to act against me just as she was unable to do anything about those two earlier,' Percival thought as he wracked his rule filled mind for an out. 'I think it would be best if I could get someone that I would be able to satisfy these increased and in some ways new drives. That Susan Bones looks like she is going to grow up just right but she would sic her aunt on me and the head of the DMLE would not be someone to have targeting me. I guess that leaves me with either Slytherins or any of the outcasts. Penelope had enough of a group of friends in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff that she could do something rumor wise since she hasn't gone to the professor and McGonagall is so easy to fool.'
He had lucked out in all his brown nosing over the years and attention to the rules had left him an image of a toadying little rule follower and McGonagall would never suspect someone like that to do anything like he had already done or planned to do. He still had a few options left and one of them was being bribed to overlook things and if it got him a chance to top some Slytherin tart then all the better. His other options were limited, as he didn't have the money to get what a Ravenclaw could be bribed with although Penelope would be able to ambush him if he visited their common room. Summer would have more opportunities and in the meantime, he could see about some potions to coerce. A simple potion that made the person receptive and possibly aroused would work well enough. His main problem was that his options were limited with his lack of galleons and while there were plenty of girls here now there was little chance that Penelope would not be reached for her opinion on his abilities.
"So I need to make a few deals and then work on getting out from the bottom," Percy said as he realized what he had to do. "What father fails to realize is that all of his ideals matter little when gold and power talks. Maybe the Slytherins do get it. Ambition and cunning are not bad things to have and most of that house ends up far higher than that naïve fool of a father did. Most of the department heads are Slytherin although Hufflepuff has one with Amelia Bones. I cannot believe that I never thought to make connections like that and it is not as if Susan does not look like she is going to grow up far better looking than my mother looks. She was a Prewitt and settling for a mediocre head of an unimportant department seems so beneath her."
He didn't have the galleons for either a girl or a potion to ensnare one. With his own house still partially in the dark, he thought better than to try the same stunt again. Oh, he had loved every minute of it, but there was no chance of that now. It would have been different if Penny hadn't found out and he would have those two as his playthings. He had cum so hard more from making them do what he wanted at first versus any real skill the two had. It would have been better if had had caught two girls, but making a guy sodomize his girl while he fucked her had been very arousing for him.
As he walked down towards the area somewhere near the Slytherin dorms, he didn't realize how close he came to death from the sets of eyes in the dark. There were plenty of people that had no compulsion to keep someone like him alive. Secrecy be damned, but if Penny had told Harry the fool would have died already or at least wished that he had.
Still, Percy made his way to the secured room near the Slytherin dorms. He didn't have money to get the better class of connections, but in Slytherin, there were enough that chose to sell themselves or were desperate enough. That didn't even include those foolish enough to get into deals or became subjects of opportunity. They were the ambitious ones and did use any means to get ahead including a number of things the others would not understand.
"What do you want?" a decidedly female voice asked through the wall. "I thought you lions were to bold to learn things..."
"Perhaps a lion realizes they made a mistake in trying to conform to what their family wished," Percy said honestly, which was a surprise to both of them. "Some needs are not easily met in the lion's den, but I hear they can be acquired here."
"Ah so we know what you want," she said with a decidedly intrigued sound on corrupting a Gryffindor. "All that is left is what can you provide for us. Do not think us fools, as we know you do not have the gold for such things. So what are you offering?"
"I do have some use for those like you and more in the future," Percy said as he contemplated what he had to offer. "Besides, it is not like I am asking for too much. I would even settle as long as certain criteria are met. Perhaps discussing this here is not the best although the ward is rather well done. Oh, don't gasp like that. My older brother works for Gringott's as a curse breaker do you think unlike my foolish younger brothers I would be ignorant of what that requires."
"And here I had thought most of your family were bossed around by that mother of yours," she said with a snicker. "I suppose your older brothers took jobs out of the country to get away from her control."
"I suppose they did in a way," Percy conceded as he contemplated how to get this deal to go through. "Still, they did rather well away from home, and I plan on doing at least as well so I would be a worthwhile investment. I don't plan on being stuck in Misuse of Muggle Artifacts or worse Centaur Liaison like some people. It has come to my attention that school is more than just impressing future employers and the current administration but also networking and establishing working relationships among one's peers."
"Now that is a rather enlightened view for someone in your house," she said and he could practically hear her rise in approval concerning him. "I suppose I can allow you to see about acquiring some services, but I do expect an oath before you see anything as I doubt you would want your presence known anymore than I wish my venture investigated..."
"I understand," Percy said while trying not to show how desperate he was. "Now as to the wording of the oath as I believe neither of us wants to ruin our own ventures by a miss worded vow?"
He knew he was taking a risk here, but since that night, he had felt the need burning inside. It had taken him a good deal to come to the conclusion that he needed to seek services before he lost control. He had been under far more stress than normal and he didn't have Penny to relieve the tension anymore. He had found his gaze on those in his house that he could easily confront and coerce to do things, but he was uncertain if the blanket of trust he had developed in the teachers would last for longer than it did among the prefects. He had been relieved that Penny hadn't tried anything at revenge nor to discredit him even if it left him uncertain.
Percival was aware of his worries as he waited for the Slytherin Queen to make her decision. He was a Gryffindor and thus mostly unaware of the internal structure of Slytherin house, but as a prefect he had managed to overhear things. Their house was more structured than his own house, which had power resting in the hands of the prefects and Quidditch team as sources of glory to the house. He knew that there was a structure or more a hierarchy in Slytherin and that while the woman in front of him was at least a fifth year he doubted she was much older than that and yet she wielded enough influence to circumvent the older prefects.
"Naturally," she said with a hint of a smile at the Slytherin decisions that the least unthinkingly charging Gryffindor in front of her was doing. "Still this is not the first time that an outsider has sought such favors within the serpent's lair and there is a preexisting form that you can look over and then we can make whatever changes we need to preserve our agendas."
The next little while was an example of haggling as this person only whispered as the current Queen managed to make the agreement far less of a compromise and more of everything she wanted while allowing Percy to conduct business with her based on the credit his skills were netting him. Percy was not necessarily in the best of positions to negotiate as he had found his attempts to ease his own needs having been less than satisfactory in comparison. This was also impeded by the Queen having a set of tea brought into the room by some masked girls whom she had confided were contractually unable to reveal any of the business conducted.
That had helped alleviate some of his concerns; however, they were scantily clad and such that it was more provocative than if, they were simply naked cavorting about the room. He unfortunately did not have a footstool like the girl the queen was using although he did have two girls with extravagant jewelry massaging his shoulders. He suspected that he would have lost everything if he had not managed to avoid their hands going lower. His attempt in the shower to relieve some stress had not calmed him enough.
As distracted as he was, Percy did suspect that the decorations were normally a more hands on entertainment. He could see how she was the current queen with how her maneuvering made him in a position of weakness in the negotiation. As tempting as he had been to ask for a hand or more to clear his head, Percy could tell that the barely restrained predatory look in her eyes meant that she would leap on the sign of weakness. With the currently terrifying repercussions, he had little desire to risk being handed to her tender mercies.
His own bit of cruelty would be quiet tame in comparison. He did not want to risk what horror they could and would administer if he were weak. He knew that most of the house had a low opinion do to his parents' actions although Bill and Charlie had managed to be respected enough. He did not want to be someone's plaything or worse do to not being careful. He knew that Lucius Malfoy had all but a blood feud with his father over their disagreements.
Finally, as he felt the two were getting his blood to the point where he was so tempted to beg the queen for a favor, Percy tried not to collapse in relief over the annotated and edited written oath. He had managed to get some of what he wanted even if he had conceded far more than he would have liked. He stared at the quill in apprehension as it rested in the delicate hand of a girl he almost blurted out to ask to stroke him with that exquisite hand and almost turned to concede some more if it meant one of these beauties would consent to drain his balls into their mouths.
'It was a good thing I didn't delay any longer or I would have almost conceded everything just for a single encounter with one of these beauties,' Percy thought as he reached out for the quill that would change his future. 'I might have done better sooner, but at least this way there is no risk unlike my earlier reckless act. I don't regret it only that I got caught and didn't manage to catch Penelope and break them like I so wanted to do to those two brats!'
He looked at the quill as it was in his hand. He could smell a lingering scent that almost broke him as he realized exactly where the girl had hidden the quill. He almost asked if he could replace it when they were done, but he wanted to get this settled as he had spent more time negotiating than he had planned. He barely would have time for fun tonight with how late it was.
"There," Percy said as he finished cosigning the written agreement with a barely suppressed wince as the blood quill had for a moment tore his name across his hand. "I believe that settles that and your signature is all that is needed to complete things. I can hope our future agreements are more pleasantly reached."
"Of course, dear Percy," she purred, as she seemed to shudder in bliss as she signed her name quickly enough that he did not see her name. "Considering that with security in place our future discussions will be far more pleasant than simply sharing tea. A shame to miss the pleasantries in life, but it would not do to have someone blabbing especially about who was all here; it is for their own and your protection of course. Still it is more delightful to enjoy active entertainment than just the decorations."
Her last words were emphasized by the masked women that milled about serving tea and one had been her footstool while another was a table for them to set the tea in between them. The decorations were masked so that the unsigned could not reveal who were working as well as their contracts prevented them revealing whom they were serving. It had been an ingenious addition to the contract that had come from a deal with the Black family and their discreet services. Not even Verisiterum could force them to reveal the secrets they learned. Her family had for many centuries a friendly rivaling agreement with them, but she was unsure who had inherited the leadership now.
Looking at the trained and educated girls around her, she didn't doubt that they would flourish in that place if they failed to secure suitable husbands. Slytherin girls were an exercise in power. They could be your greatest allies or worst enemies and they had more often than not managed to stir things up if they were scorned. The girls gained an appreciation and experience in the carnal arts and learned to play the politics of pureblood society in particular and the Wizarding World in general.
Percy would have likely missed more of the catches if he had been more distracted by a pretty girl servicing him, but his unsoothed libido had made him still incautious enough to get most of her concerns dealt with. He had missed a number of ways she could recoup any loss if he failed to come through against his future worth. Still he wasn't the dumbest fool she had done business with before.
"Now I suppose you would like to see some of the available merchandise," she said with a slight smile as the two girls who had been gently rubbing his shoulders moved back. "I would be tempted to offer some of these, but your tastes seem more inclined to not be compatible with the level of appearance they need to be in. Besides, most of these are already scheduled by others tonight."
That was not the complete truth, but she had no desire to have this still somewhat brash Gryffindor mishandle her merchandise and she enjoyed her eye candy. Rising from her chair with an affectionate pat to the head of the kneeling girl on her right before handing off her tea with an affectionate caress to her bared breast, she accepted the goblet of dark wine from the attractively decorated girl to her left. Her left hand reached out to slip under the flared skirt to give her a quick fondle of appreciation. That was the girl she normally had between her thighs while she rocked against her foot as she conducted business. Therefore, she had decided to reward her for having to stand there without revealing her current state of need.
She motioned for Percy to follow and let him look into the open rooms along the corridor. The girls were not necessarily nude as some liked to see what they looked like partially clothed instead of getting adjusted to being unfazed by their bodies being complete bared to their gaze. Sometimes how little one showed was more enticing than how much was revealed. Besides, most preferred the fun of disrobing them than the immediate access. It was not as if they required long to undress, as they were mostly skirts that barely covered their ass let alone their cunts when they were in most positions. Their chests were enhanced by the curve fitting tops they wore.
She watched his eyes, as he seemed to be searching for something in particular at this point. She took him past the usual lineup to get a feel for the type of companion her client sought. She went past the various hair colors and body shapes. There was something he was in need of and it would allow her to better allocate who was servicing whom if she could find that specific appetite. She could always dig up what kinks he was into and pick that in addition to body type, hair color, and mannerisms.
"This is a rather interesting one," She said as Percy looked at the girl with a hunger in his eyes as he almost drooled at the scantily clad young girl who looked so innocent and submissive. "A second year mudblood who thought she was smart enough to negotiate her way through Slytherin without a mentor. Even the most connected pureblood girls know to have a mentor. I got her after she had spent her entire first year being broken and then passed around after she failed to understand how pathetic her terms were."
She watched how he reacted to her words as well as the presence of the girl and she suppressed her smirk at having read him so accurately. He was a rather specific connoisseur although she could tell he didn't mind as long as he was supplied with someone to drain his balls into and onto often enough. His present state was quite revealing and it seemed he might profit her more than he had thought.
"So she has some experience in knowing her place and properly pleasing her betters," Percy said with a hungry look as all the delightful things he could do to her made his pathetic bulge visibly pulse to even her casual gaze. "While my family may harp on about muggles and tolerance and other such things, I at least get that power is important. While I may not agree with muggle hunting and that baiting is a waste of productive time for better and more leisure activities, I don't think that there is anything wrong with making sure that people like this don't contaminate our world with their radical and dangerous ideas. If she was foolish enough to think she could understand the subtleties and nuisances of our world then I say she got what she deserved. Unfortunately, I don't have enough resources to purchase even a used whore like this, but I suppose you would be willing to allow me some time with her?"
"I see that you are definitely cut from a different cloth than most of your family," She said with a smile as she could taste how delightfully vicious this boy was turning out to be. "Whore this one will be using you however he likes tonight. His only limits are that you are with treatment able to attend class tomorrow. You had best satisfy him or I will see about letting the fifth years vent their stress from their exams. If you were not such a submissive slut, I would think about having you fail out and selling you off thus washing my hands of you. As it is, submissive cum hungry whores like you are in demand here and thus I keep you around to be used by your betters."
"Yes, madam," she whispered with her eyes not meeting either boss of client. "Should I ensure he is prepared to fully use me and that this whore is able to do so?"
"I believe so," She said as she noticed the way his cock visibly twitched as the mudblood debased herself verbally before she scooped him out, swallowed him, and began to fuck her face on his cock even as he grabbed her hair and began to control her pace. "Well Percival, it was good doing business with you but I would prefer to deal with other matters while you play with this whore. I would suggest having her swallow a load or two or you will need to clean her out or use your cum as lubricant. Just remember she needs to be in shape for class tomorrow, if you want a more brutal session do make arrangements for it to be over the weekend. If you break any bones, it will take most of the night with skelegrow to replace them so I advise such games for other times."
"Yes, madam," Percy moaned out as he felt the rush of making this mudblood slut gag. "I won't do anything to jeopardize our deal."
"Good for you," she said with a smile as she looked him over with a vicious look. "Just remember that it can be you in her place if you fall through. You may be a pureblood, but you are no future head of house or of any importance at this time. As such, you really wouldn't be too missed. There are a number of purebloods that would delight in being able to stick it to a blood traitor, as you know most of them consider your family. Still I suppose you should just enjoy what you have at the moment, as for me I am going to do other things..."
"As you said, good for you," Percy said before he held her head as he felt her gagging as he shot down her throat. "That does take the edge off... and did the little slut just cum?"
"Why yes she did," the Slytherin queen said with a smirk as she saw the splatter between the girl's legs. "This little slut wanted to make sure that she had some pleasure from her encounters and it was not as if she didn't cum like the slut she was before that. So one of the terms of her contract was that she would have at least a minor orgasm for every one she caused. It doesn't matter how rough you are with her, as she will cream herself when you spray her. She also has an increased sensitivity during sexual activities and tends to be sought by those that enjoy their more sadistic tendencies. Personally there is nothing like a good whipping to help a girl vent and this cum hungry cunt practically begs when you really start to work her over."
"Now that is good to know," Percy said with a smile that was only enhanced by the glee he felt at that revelation. "So just sucking me off got her wet enough that I can really go wild and none of those ages of foreplay and then be gentle shit? Now that is some welcome news! Now if you don't mind you said that you have things to do and I am not that much of an exhibitionist unless there was a chance for more... oh, pity, it might have been fun."
"I am a Slytherin, dear Percival," she said with a laugh. "I prefer to be in control. Even the slut here has that desire although she didn't think things through enough. Slytherin is the house of ambition and she thought she had a way to get hers but she botched her negotiations as I said before. You could have done well in our house with your ambitions. I am no longer in a position to accommodate anywhere near as much as you prefer. Besides, we have the same taste in playthings preferring them to know their place. Now have fun with her while I play elsewhere..."
Percy nodded to her before pulling the suddenly panting in need for air girl from suffocating with him down her throat and then tossing her to her hands and knees with the meager garment flipped up exposing her ass and the dripping lips of her sex between her soaked thighs. As she sashayed out of the room, he couldn't regret not being able to get a piece of that before he pushed the mudblood slut down and buried himself into her causing her to gasp and try to thrust back against his pinning her down.
Ignoring the sounds of the girl getting a rough near raping, she made her way out to grab a few personal sluts she could have pleasure her since the boys had spent the time fucking instead of studying and had to catch up. With her eyes closed, she just smirked as she felt the fingers and tongues pleasuring her all over. The boys had always loved her tits and now she had two of their favorites squeezing their thighs together for relief while kissing and suckling her.
The other two playthings were most often kneeling in the common room with their mouth open for anyone to fuck. Having those two burying their tongues in her cunt and slurping her ass was something that was getting her hot. They had thought they were so smart in making their asses off limits as well as their cunts being fucked only with personal and limited duration negotiations. As such, those two were able to study more but had overlooked where and what could be made to slurp, lick, and suck. The more vindictive ones had laughed at the shock on their faces when they had a practically fresh from sodomizing dick shoved in their faces.
Her eyes fluttered as she watched the wall with the collage of the various clients playing. Percival was not very interesting in his technique, but the sadism involved did seem more suited for darker pursuits. While she had to contribute her tribute to House Slytherin, only the Lord Slytherin had full access with limited to the head of house, prefects, and the Slytherin council. She had been informed by some of the inner circle through her father that she would get a finder's fee for every potential Death Eater she arranged to be recruited. Her family may have been somewhat neutral, but they had no problem in profiting out of the factions and their maneuvering.
She thought the other purebloods and even the mudbloods would find it ironic that Slytherin had helped preserve what rights witches had even until this time. She would have loathed a world where she could not have some contractual protections. The founders had provided protection to the students in their house, and thus they were under the hospitality and houseroom of Hogwarts and whatever house they were sorted into until they graduated or flunked out.
Slytherin had more apparent issues, as while the rules prevented outright rape in the house there were ways around it. Personal negotiations between witch and wizards in general and particular were prevalent. If the witch was betrothed, then their betrothed could negotiate as well as offer services. They also could refuse to allow access. Although pureblood wizards were not unwilling to whore their betrothed out for advantage they did make sure they did not risk the negotiated progeny.
She did not doubt that if there were exceptions in needing such agreements that eventually the pureblood witches would be little more than whores for the wizards. No, it would have been worse than that with witches as little more than property and baby factories. That was something she would not accept!
Stretching from her post orgasmic bliss would be something she could enjoy soon. Her girls were quiet good at their job and renting them out had supplemented their finances for many centuries. Her libido dampening thoughts were nowhere near strong enough to keep these talented things from making her all hot and eager.
She let the disgusting thoughts of what she might have suffered be driven out as she felt the rush in her body. Her breathing was erratic and she was panting as she felt her body responding and rising higher. Her thighs were spread wide and from the looks of it the stupid fourth year who had declined being mentored by her was the one lapping at her clit while she had most of her fingers stroking in her drooling cunt. She admitted that she did enjoy savoring the misfortune in those who had tried to circumvent her plans or spurned her offers of alliances.
'Having them make me cum is almost as satisfying as being the one who gets to profit from their school time sex lives,' she thought before she felt the increase in speed and her body start to rhythmically rise up to meet the thrusts. 'Ok, making them serve me is a thrill!'
She rode out the waves of pleasure as her whores drove her over again and again into sopping wet spraying climax. Her face was twisted in pleasure as she felt the girl shudder as she sprayed her face. It was good to be her she knew as she felt the other slurp and get her head almost drenched as she gushed.
Her eyes rolled up as her head rolled around while her body arched off the couch as she lost herself in the pleasure. She came awake drenched in sweat and sitting in a pool of her juices as the four were licking her clean. She could feel them barely as they licked from her thighs to her mound and down between her cheeks to her juice splattered asshole and the trail flowing down her crack.
Looking at the display of Percival's current room, she smiled and saw that he was wrapping up and his head struggling to stay up. He might fall asleep before she got there, but she did have to talk to some of the other clients. Besides, she did not wish to reveal that she could monitor them and if he was awake he would be suitable sloppy to get a few more compromises out of him.
"Well you four," she said as she gazed down at the four sticky lipped sluts. "I have some more business to attend to right now. As the boys seem to have forgotten to study until tonight I am sure you can suitably keep yourselves busy..."
The four looked at each other and realized what she wanted them to do. Their madam or mistress was more than willing to twist the terms of their contracts. Spending the rest of the night before sleeping getting the others off was not that bad a fate. They could have always spent the night under Polyjuice and likely meeting whatever knew degradation their head of house thought up.
She pulled her outfit on and left them to stew. They likely would spend the night in a chain slurping the others pussies as their contract did allow them to be taken that way. Most made the mistake in focusing on what they didn't want to do and not what they would be required to do. Contract details could make most lawyers salivate at all the practice and lessons one learned from them. She was grateful that she had read some of the technical language her father used in his legal matters. She could have had a truly unpleasant time before this otherwise.
It had been odd that when there had been an heir of Slytherin that he hadn't anywhere near the control of the other heirs. Gryffindor's heirs had been able to practically sleep with all the girls if they wanted to do so. They didn't know that their inherited contract allowed them almost as much control over the house as a lord has over his serfs. Slytherin's heirs had influence but Salazar had been paranoid even about his descendents. He did have controls accessible only by Parseltongue scattered not just in his house but the rest of the school as well. Serpent statues and such could constrain disobedient students, but a Parselmouth could release them.
Lord Slytherin however had his legendary authority. The contracts the witches signed were irrelevant. The Lord could merely imply what he wanted and if he did so, there was not much they could do about it. He also had access to the larger funds besides the school coffers. Any decent business conducted in the house had to provide a percentage for being permitted to operate. Hell, her ancestor had provided muggles, muggleborns, and even pureblood witches for whatever it was that Lord Slytherin had required. He had provided his own flesh and blood to apprentice under him. Oh, she hadn't learned some of his secrets, but the investment of being the founder's personal attendant had allowed her access to knowledge they jealously guarded even to this day.
The cloaked and concealed woman looked into the room once more this time in person. She could see Percival Weasley had made rather complete use of the girl. It had been tempting to watch his descent. Her family had been running this game for a while. The number of young wizards to be educated in the glory of power over the years had provided them with sufficient comfort. It was rather fortunate that so many foolish lesser witches lost their protection. The foolish mudbloods that slacked off were unaware of what would happen to their token protection. If they failed out, they would lose their wands and be most often not allowed to slip back to the muggles. They knew too much by that point and were too dangerous to allow to be endangering things. Besides, they made good sales in selling the inferiors as the sluts and whores, which was all that they were good for in proper magical society.
She knew that as a pureblood she had some choices. Oh, she likely would be married off, but at least she was too successful to be only utilized to continue her contracted husband's line. There were some witches in power, but most in the ministry understood that for a witch to get anywhere there they would need a patron, a very powerful one, or to serve their superiors on their backs or knees. Most often, it took a combination of both to get anywhere important. The two opposites of that were Delores Umbridge, who while not the most attractive had been good enough and willing enough to slurp and be taken on her way, and Amelia Bones, who was just damn scary in her dueling and managerial skills.
She didn't doubt that Amelia could have slept her way to her position, but she hadn't needed to do so. The tragedy with her family had caused her to spend too much time with her job, but she was Hufflepuff enough that she had some friends to keep an eye on her. Their network was one of the few that the Slytherin Madam was envious of, but Hufflepuff had long been some of the most networked houses although the Slytherin ones were a web of favors and connections.
Percival Weasley was not someone too important at this point in time, but she could see the ambition any Slytherin would respect. Unlike his naïve father, this one would be a useful connection in the future. Now if his manner with this stupid mudblood whore were any indication, then this boy would be a good addition to the network her father was connected to. While it was not very likely that the son of an unshakeable and fanatic Dumbledore supported could be enticed and tempted to the proper wizard side, it did seem that this one would be easier to tempt with power. The look on those blood traitors faces if he was inducted would be worth the investment. Besides, a few mudblood sluts needing healing before she whored them out were of little concern to her.
If he failed to succeed, she would recoup her investment, but she didn't think it was likely from what she saw. The Malfoys were rather inclined to harm that family anyway they could and if the boy became a squib from breaking his oath then she knew that Lucius wouldn't mind a toy to play with and taunt Arthur Weasley with. The only thing he might enjoy more is having the boy cull the blood traitors in his own family. Still with the absence of the dark lord, it was not too likely that his initiation would be as memorable as some would wish. She did wonder why a schemer like Molly Prewitt had settled like she had, but having her dear boy rape and torture her would be payment enough. The bitch had managed to upset enough of her family's plans and it was likely that the slut had decided that Dumbledore was a better means to get what she wanted.
It was likely that the woman was plotting on gaining the Potter and possibly Black fortunes. Although Malfoy had implied that Draco would become both Lord Malfoy and Lord Black before that, there was a chance that Potter would inherit that from his godfather. The rumors she had acquired did not make a confrontation with the boy a winning possibility.
'If the rumors of the animosity with Percival were true then he would make a useful cat's paw,' she thought as she smirked at the whore whimpering and all marked from his play. 'Still letting him vent of a few sluts and whores should be worth the investment. There are ways I can get my price if he fails completely. I could always sell him or worse.'
She was a Slytherin after all and she hedged her bets. She would come out a head either way. Even if Percival destroyed himself crossing Potter and her connections in what she had no doubt would be his house had informed her that the boy already made Severus Snape look uninformed as he had been as a first year. The legend of how much destructive magic that man had knew without any official education was quiet well known in Slytherin. She didn't want to cross someone who as a first year dominated those five years his senior in power, knowledge, and skill.
'As long as he hasn't done or does something to get that obvious Dark Ravenclaw to kill him, I will be able to consider this venture a success,' she thought as she catalogued the after affects the boy had left on the girl even as he seemed to be violating her in her sleep quiet cruelly. 'He definitely is dark inclined, but how much the Malfoys and their ilk will pay for corrupting a scion of the light is something I will need to see. I doubt I could entice Potter anyways as even if he is already dark what little is known is that he would likely disagree with my business. I do wonder why he is not in Slytherin, as while even I cannot gather much real information on him even I have felt his ministrations and their results. All I have besides that one encounter is suspicion and phantoms. A first year should not be able to hide their secrets from my network! If I did not suspect from what little those fools had scene, I would have overlooked him, but I can already tell that he is more than willing to drown the world in blood to accomplish his goals whatever they are.'
Looking at Percival as the girl in his twisted and brutal embrace whimpered as she saw him not letting up even in her sleep, she realized that even if she was dead to the emotions such a sight should have brought up that there were even more dangerous people out there than her. She had seen something in the Dark Ravenclaw's eyes as he was at lunch one day. The supposed savior of the Wizarding World was a killer she could tell. He was just better at covering it and his reputation would likely aid him in covering up even her own death. She couldn't prove it, but given what connections she had been able to observe there was little doubt that he was as cunning as any Slytherin. The way he seemed to control the information around him did give her an understanding of him and his reasons for not being in her house. She did not doubt that if he had been in Slytherin that the less than subtle factions would have been culled already.
Ignoring that she could have easily been in the girls place, she turned her back as a painful sob was torn out of the girl's throat as she heard Percival grunt in his sleep and she could practically hear him flood her abused ass. She had seen he hadn't just been there as the girl had shown her cunt had been raped and her tits were swollen and bruised. The potions to cover this up would she hoped be worth it. She could always see about getting a few flunked out mudbloods or useless squibs to have the boy sate his appetites with instead of wearing out her other girls as she had plans for them.
You could not be weak and survive in Slytherin. The hat had been right when it had sung this year that they used any means to get their goals. She would do what the girls in her control did if it advanced her plans and she had been more than willing to apprentice under the previous leadership. Her family connections only would go so far and she had used that to her advantage. She could tell that despite how well he blended into the shadows that Potter was an obvious power she would need to plan around and for or she would not be able to take advantage of the opportunities.