"Mum….I've seen many magical portraits…but I've never felt one that's felt so….."
"Alive?" Lily asked him. "Well, there's a reason for that, honey. The pigments used to create this portrait were infused by a special magic. Magic which was extremely similar to the one which allowed you to survive when Voldemort murdered you. Although, unfortunately, magic which was somewhat weakening, due to Dumbledore's missteps in using it to force you to live with my sister and her husband."
Harry just nodded, although he still had questions.
"But, you are more powerful than even I could expect," Lily said. "Even with the restrictions put on you by those holding you back, you still flourished when needed. And soon, the world will see what you're like when you've been completely unchained."
"It's almost like you know everything but this is the first time…."
"We are connected thanks to my blood sacrifice by an ancient magic," Lily said. "Take my hand, Harry, if you trust me."
Harry wondered what she meant, but he did trust her. Harry reached in and touched his hand to the portrait. And a flash of light enveloped Harry.
He ended up in the portrait in a sitting area, in the midst of a cozy, and quaint looking house. Lily sat at the table, dressed in a black button up shirt and a jean shirt, with thigh high boots. Harry marveled at his mother's beauty, even in this simple magic. Even the Veela at the World Cup, with their strong allure did not hold a candle to Lily and they were supernaturally gorgeous.
Especially her eyes. Harry had her eyes and they were stunning.
"Won't people notice I've gone in the portrait?" Harry asked.
"On the outside, not much time will pass," Lily said. "The Charmwork I put into these special runic frames were extraordinary, if I do say so myself. Although it took some time for my portrait to see life, and Patricia needed to find an artist who could bring about my creation. And she was pleased, although she had got in her head that the lost diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw was in the Room of Requirement and she needed it for wisdom regarding the Cursed Vaults. An obsession of hers, I'm afraid."
Lily poured her and Harry a cup of tea. She leaned in and brushed Harry's hair to the side.
"Almost perfect," Lily said. "One major flaw I'm afraid."
Lily ran her finger against the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
"Something will have to be done with this and his other little trinkets" Lily told him.
"How do we do it?" Harry asked.
"The same charm which destroyed his body in the first place," Lily said. "Had Dumbledore put you in a proper home and not tried to shove a round peg into a square hole and place you with the Dursleys, it would have already been burned out and you would be well on your way to achieving your full potential and power. But, I don't think that was in his grand plan."
Lily took a long sip of tea.
"However, strengthening that charm is the key," Lily said. "Petunia's blood ties are insufficient and her son…in addition to being ill-mannered, would not work either. However, Dumbledore was correct in the fact that a blood connection would be extremely powerful. He was wrong about how to make it work properly. Or maybe he knew and he was afraid. I don't live inside of that man's head, thankfully."
Lily took another drink.
"We're the only two left, other than Petunia and Dudley, on the Evans side of the family," Harry said.
"Yes," Lily said in agreement. "However, new blood relations can always be created."
Harry understood her meaning.
"It's the quickest way to boost your power back to where it should be," Lily said. "The good thing is, you're already well on your way there. You'll need some charms to increase your chances. Like this charm for instance. It has a long technical Latin name I won't bore you with, but I call it, the Bitch in Heat spell."
Harry just chuckled.
"So, I have to find witches and impregnate them, to boost the blood magic," Harry said. "Wouldn't the power also be increased if I claim a witch and impregnate her from a family that has wronged me?"
"It couldn't hurt," Lily said with a smile. "That Malfoy girl is asking to be put to work in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. I can't believe she thought her scheme with the liquid luck was going to work."
Harry realized something.
"You were the one who put the idea that Snape tried to convince her to use it in her head," Harry said.
"Well, Snape deserves to suffer," Lily said.
"I'm sorry that he kept you down in his vault for all of those years," Harry said.
"Not nearly as sorry as he'll be," Lily said.
"Don't worry, I want to kill him," Harry said.
Lily threw her arms around Harry and hugged him, looking at him with a smile.
"Good boy," Lily said approvingly. "Dumbledore might tell you that you have to better person, but he's lead many people to their graves, some of them very early, and is still considered the beacon of the light. James thought the world of him. I was extremely skeptical about him, especially since he wanted us to go into hiding, and told us Voldemort was after us, but he wouldn't tell us why or who gave him the information."
The circle continues.
"Imagine that," Harry remarked dryly.
"Dumbledore believes himself to be a hero, but everything he's done, has been him cleaning up a mess of his own making and often making it worse," Lily said. "Starting with Grindelwald and going forward. If you ever have a chance and if she still has some sense of her mind, look up Bathilda Bagshot. She's got stories to tell you."
Lily sipped her tea.
"I've been here with you for the entire ride," Lily said. "And what a ride that was."
The implications of what Lily said sunk in with Harry. Harry opened his mouth, but Lily silenced, and surprised him with a kiss on the lips.
Harry's mind almost shut down, at the feeling of Lily's soft beautiful lips pressed against his. His mother's soft beautiful lips.
"And you have nothing to be ashamed of," Lily said. "We share a stronger, more powerful bond than any mother and son has ever had. You are truly a miracle, Harry. And Dumbledore nearly destroyed the one person who could heal our damaged world, because he's afraid that would make him irrelevant."
"So, you know about Voldemort…"
"Yes," Lily said. "You're lucky enough to find a couple of people who are competent enough to make a difference. Although, the less Dumbledore knows, the better off he will be. See how he likes being kept in the dark for a change."
Harry understood where Lily was coming from.
"We've got a lot to do," Harry said.
"But, do take some time to enjoy the spectacle that is the Triwizard Tournament," Lily said. "And you never know if you might find someone who could be useful to help boost your powers."
Harry would have to keep that in mind.
"I have a few regrets, but you're not one of them," Lily said.
"Thanks, Mum," Harry said.
"I'm seriously proud of what you've done," Lily said. "And while time passes more slowly outside, you shouldn't linger for too long in a public area. Until you find a location where you can keep me where it's unlikely we will be disturbed."
"The Chamber of Secrets?" Harry asked.
"It works," Lily said. "We'll discuss what other secrets Salazar and the other founders may have left behind later. You haven't even touched one percent of what Hogwarts has to offer. And I haven't come close either, but…there's magic there untapped."
Harry leaned in and this time he kissed Lily, who returned the kiss.
Harry appeared back in the room and turned around where Amelia stood outside. Lily winked at him and Harry understood instantly.
"Just so you know, we will be leading a strike force against V-Voldemort tonight," Amelia said. "Crouch Junior will be held in a secure cell until the time where we can safely return him to Azkaban. With any luck this will be sorted before the delegates settle in at Hogwarts."
"I hope so," Harry said. "And Madam Bones…thank you for everything."
"Just doing my duty, Mr. Potter."
Harry just smiled and leaned closer towards her.
"Well, you've gone above and beyond anyone I've dealt with at the Ministry, including and especially Fudge," Harry said. "Therefore, I think you deserve a reward."
Amelia opened her mouth to say that was not necessary. However, Harry swept the Head of the Department of the Magical Law Enforcement into a deep snogging session. Amelia had frozen in his arms, and let out a surprised breath. Harry's hands worked down and slowly removed her robes.
Harry made sure they were not disturbed.
"Good, wouldn't want to get her fired for what you two are about to do," Lily murmured.
Amelia broke the kiss and looked godsmacked.
"Mr. Potter…this is highly…irregular," Amelia said.
And her heavy breathing caused her tits to rise up and down.
"What's highly irregular is that a powerful witch has not had a wizard to attend to her knees," Harry told her with a smile. "When's the last time you've been touched in an intimate way?"
"It's been…."
Harry removed her robes and started to touch and grope her large tits. Amelia lost her mind when he kept teasing her and rubbing her tits, making her lose it completely. Harry kissed her neck and made her just shake for him.
"Answer the question, Amy. It's not that hard."
Amelia's skirt rose up and Harry pressed his fingers against her clit and teased her. He ground his bulge against her backside and drove her completely wild with pleasure.
"Almost…eighteen….years!" Amelia moaned. "Oooh, fuck, the minute I joined the Corps….I didn't….I dedicated myself to being a fine….and independent witch."
Harry ripped open her shirt and removed her bra to reveal the juicy jugs of one Amelia Bones. Harry pushed her against the wall and kissed her neck and sucked on her nipples. Amelia writhed underneath his hands when he pulled her back and forth and kept teasing her.
"Amazing magical prowess, just like your dear niece, Susan," Harry said. "She was afraid of being put underneath the Imperius Curse by a powerful wizard. But, I don't think a truly powerful wizard needs such a curse to make a witch…kneel."
Amelia dropped to her knees and Harry's cock smacked her in the face. The strong and determined Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement looked up at the cock of the underage wizard like a blushing virgin. It just proved the old adage that age did not matter and power was everything. Amelia leaned in and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue, leaning closer towards him.
"Suck, Amy. Worship me."
Amelia leaned in and took Harry's cock into her. Lily made a motion with her hand and Harry understood what she wanted to see from him. Harry grabbed Amelia's head and rapidly fucked her face. She choked on his cock and made her moan i pleasure. She let out another moan when he leaned deeper into her throat. Amelia's mouth rocked up and down and she let out another cry when he plunged deep inside of her mouth.
"Yes, Amy, that's it. You stunning buxom witch. I'm sure you and Susan will pass on your genetics to any daughters I have."
Harry closed his eyes and he leaned in to thrust his cock deep into Amelia's throat. Harry leaned in and buried deep into her throat. He then pulled away and slapped his cock against her tongue.
"Give me a titty fuck."
Amelia had no idea why she felt so obedient and submissive towards him. Yet, she felt a desire to surrender and give this powerful wizard anything he wanted. And Harry Potter was right, there was no need for the Imperius Curse. One look in those eyes and Amelia privately wondered if he had Incubus Blood pumping through his veins. That big cock most certainly pumped its way through his body.
"You and Susie, you could be my living milk factories," Harry said. "How do you like that?"
Amelia struggled against the pleasure and moaned. She could feel Harry's powerful cock working as she gave him. Daily titty fucks, at the very least, were mandated by a wizard this powerful. Harry groaned when he pushed deeper into her tits and could feel his balls tightening for her.
Harry held on for the ride. Most wizards would nut just by looking at Amelia's nipples. However, Harry was not most wizards. He held on for the ride and with another push, erupted all over Amelia's milk tanks and spilled blast after blast of seed down onto her tits.
The never ending spurting of seed covered Amelia's tits, face, and the rest of her. Amelia just let out another hot moan and exploded, when his seed pumped all over every inch of her body.
"Perfect," Harry said. "But, it's time."
And he was hard again. Amelia's legs spread for Harry. It was almost like she was a piece of clay, to be molded. Her body, starved from such a simple, but intimate touch, received a good going over. Harry pulled her a little bit closer and made her cry when he touched her.
"I'm going to put a baby in you, Amy. And you're going to help me save the world."
It was almost like Harry blasted her with some kind of super fertility spell. However, that was well beyond NEWT standards. And sadly, standard have fallen. But Amelia had looked up at a wizard who had met her high standards. His cock pushed deep inside of her tight hole.
"Damn, it's been too long, hasn't it, Amy?"
Harry twisted her nipple and it leaked milk.
"That can be a delicious side effect," Lily advised her son.
Harry leaned in and buried his face into Amelia's milkers and sucked the milk out of them. The powerful witch just lost her mind. The buxom, mature redhead, rocked her hips back and forth. Harry slipped his hand back behind her and kept rocking deeper and deeper inside of her.
"I'm going to need the trial transcripts for Bellatrix Lestrange and Patricia Rakepick," Harry said. "Along with all of the evidence gathered against them."
Amelia would have signed an order to give Harry unrestricted use of the Unforgiveables at this point.
"More cut and dry…then Black and they actually got trials," Amelia moaned. "But why…."
"Just curious," Harry said.
And that answer and Amelia's desire to have one, had been fucked out of her brain, along with said brains. Harry plowed deeper inside of her. Each plunge brought Harry deeper and deeper inside of her. Amelia just lost her mind completely when he thrusted deeper inside of her. She just exploded and spilled her juices all over his cock. She let out another cry.
Harry leaned in and fondled Amelia's tits and sent a jolt through her. He leaned in and thrusted down inside of her body, with another few thrusts just buried deep inside of her until he rode her into the bed. Amelia let out another orgasmic cry and Harry just held her.
After multiple mind shattering orgasms, Harry saw the extremely powerful witch bent and broken for his cock. He wanted to leave her with some sembelence of thought, so she could help carry out the mission to bring in whatever was left of Voldemort, until he could be killed.
Harry edged deep inside of her and with another explosion, he painted her walls full of his seed. Amelia pretty much sucked his seed inside of her.
Amelia Bones collapsed as Harry rode her until he pulled out of her. She laid, her stomach swollen with pleasure.
"Just…give me a minute, Harry," Amelia murmured.
Harry smiled. She had plenty of time. Thankfully she was a powerful witch and she could recover from a rough pounding quicker than most.
They would have to test the limits of her durability in the future.
There had been no shortage of talk in Hogwarts regarding the information that had broken regarding Snape. Harry kept himself to the shadows after returning from the Ministry. And he used the Marauder's Map to stay one step ahead of anyone who might try and force a one on one minute. He kept an eye on Snape who remained in one area, although there were at least two times where Harry saw Dumbledore come down to them.
Harry received a letter from Sirius, who said he might see him sooner than Harry thought. Well if all went according to plan, this dog would get his day.
"There you are."
Beatrice walked up behind Harry and several of the prefects followed behind her.
"We have a new Head Boy," Beatrice informed him. "Grimes is out of there."
"About time," Harry said. "So, I guess it's you, Cedric?"
"No, it's not me," Cedric said.
"Most of the prefects are in agreement," Angelina said.
"There's only one person who could help lead this school," Katie said.
"Congratulations, Harry," Cho said.
Harry just blinked.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You're Head Boy, Potter," Vanessa Nott said with a smile.
"I'm only a fourth year," Harry said.
"And you were only a second year when you beat the Basilisk," Angelina argued. "Funny how that works."
"It has to be you," Hazel Smith said. "Because, it will make a statement that we're serious about this entire investigation Snape thing."
"And that Dumbledore made a huge mistake trying to coerce Beatrice into dropping it," Cho said.
"You will, won't you?" Katie asked.
Beatrice locked her eyes on Harry.
"You don't have to," Beatrice said. "But, it would mean a lot if you accept the badge."
Harry looked at the Head Boy badge. It would be the ultimate act of defiance against Snape. Beatrice held the badge out for him.
"I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing it for Hogwarts," Harry said.
"I know," Beatrice said.
"We all know," Cho said.
Harry took the Head Boy badge and shook hands with everyone involved.
"I accept," Harry said. "So, do we proceed forward with this Tribunal with Snape?"
"Yes, as soon as possible," Beatrice said. "Although more evidence is coming in and Rita's little article this morning has encouraged more students, past and present to come forward. Including a few people who attended Hogwarts with Snape and witnessed some troubling behavior. I'll go over everything I've uncovered for you."
"Sounds like a date," Harry said.
The sooner Snape was gone, the better. Harry never intended to become the youngest Head Boy in the history of Hogwarts because of this, but once again, he made history. And he intended to do the most with it.
"You deserve it," Beatrice said. "Come on, we've got a lot to go over. I'm pretty sure Snape will be packing his bags by the end of the week."
Harry did hope so. The second he and Beatrice passed the hallway, she just sighed.
"It had to be you," Beatrice said. "And I'm glad I didn't listen to people who doubted you."
"Who doubted me?" Harry asked.
"Well, people thought that if Dumbledore used Hermione Granger as leverage, you would back off to prevent her from getting expelled," Beatrice said. "I'm just surprised how many students were behind the idea of a fourth year being Head Boy. But to be fair, you're not just any fourth year. It's unprecedented."
Harry laughed. He just kept making history.
"The biggest thing we have against Snape is the declining number of Potioneers, Healers, and Aurors with each passing year since he became teacher," Beatrice said.
"He's doing damage, turning people off of Potions," Harry said.
"And even out of the people who manage an Outstanding on their OWLs, at least sixty percent decline to go forward for two more years of Potions," Beatrice said. "I have testimonies from six people here, and they all said the same thing. They heard that Snape does his best to make people quit and they just would not bother with the stress."
"And there's so few other options and tutors do not come cheap," Harry said.
Harry flipped through each report. Hundreds of pages of students filing grievances against Snape for his conduct, going unanswered. And many of them, the student in question, had ended up in detention a short time later, surely by coincidence. Students going to the Hospital wing in fits of hysterics after Snape demeaned them.
"I have my own personal reasons to hate Snape," Harry said. "But, after reading all of this, there's no way he should be around children."
"I know," Beatrice said. "And the few he's treated halfway decently, even they feel like they're always walking a constant typerope. Penny was one of them and she admits she was always nervous about slipping and incurring Snape's wrath."
Trying to pick out the most damning pieces of evidence that would destroy Snape's credibility was a challenge. Once Dumbledore's protection was removed from Snape, there was nothing that could shield him with the consequences.
After it had properly been processed, Lily's portrait had been returned back to the school, along with her books. Andromeda had taken the photographs that Snape cut James and Harry out of, and would be taking them to someone she knew to painstakingly restore them. And Snape would be getting the bill for the process, and if Snape could not pay, then Dumbledore would be pay.
The portrait turned to the size of a photography Harry could keep in a wallet which allowed him to transport it down into the Chamber of Secrets. It was only be a temporary location until Harry could secure a better location for Lily.
The next stop was the library, where Harry visited the Restricted Section, thanks to his newly acquired privileges as Head Boy. Madam Pince did not like it, but she had to comply with the rules and the will of Hogwarts. And while in that section, Harry acquired two books. Hogwarts: A History and The History of Magic. One might not consider that special, but these were the versions written before the Ministry "fact checkers" got ahold of them and pruned certain details to make the copies that were published.
It was almost like the books were not there, until Harry approached them. And even Pince had been surprised that they were there, but she had no choice but to allow Harry to check it out.
Harry felt the vulture-like librarian being such a deterrent to those, other than the insanely dedicated, pursuing knowledge was another one of Dumbledore's staff appointments that was a feature, not a bug. Regardless Harry felt what little he read of these uncut and very Ministry of Magic unapproved to be quite enlightening. The few bits of knowledge he learned to put Snape in the position he was in only scratched the surface.
Tonight, in a few hours, the Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, along with their representatives would be set to arrive. And Harry was interested to see the potential to get to know some of the foreign witches showing up, for purposes of International Magical Cooperation of course.
Now, given classes were cut short, he arranged to meet with Lyra Malfoy. And the minute he opened up the classroom door, he looked at Lyra, who was on all fours cleaning the classroom floor, the Muggle way. Lyra closed her eyes.
"Daphne told me the room better be spotless for your arrival," Lyra said.
"Mistress Daphne," Harry corrected her.
"Yes, Mistress Daphne, she told me," Lyra said with a bit of pink appearing around her ears. "I'm almost done, Master."
"No need to call me Master….Daddy will be fine."
"Yes….Daddy."
Harry viewed the progress of the skirt swishing to showcase Lyra's delicious bum. And the uniform strained and allowed her cleavage to breath quite nicely. She looked completely gorgeous on her hands and knees and her movements did good things to her body.
"I don't think I can stand," Lyra murmured.
"Trust me, there will be no need for you to stand."
Lyra turned her attention to Harry and faced his crotch, where his bulge was almost ready to burst out and greet her. She shook her head.
"Watch your back," Lyra told him, seriously. "Snape might try something, especially with that article exposing him this morning."
"Don't worry, I've got my eye on Snape."
Harry checked the map and Snape was still where he was all day, sulking around in the room Dumbledore confined him again. He could have died, but Harry decided it would be best not to get his hopes up.
"Imagine if you had a map like that for Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley or the Ministry," Lyra said.
Harry imagined. He would have to talk to Sirius about it. Or Lupin, although Harry had a funny feeling Lupin might not be onboard for anything that Harry was doing, that would contradict Dumbledore.
"Interesting."
Harry used a couple of charms to project the three-dimensional hologram of the map against the wall. And several dots shined most prominently. They would turn red if they approached where Harry was at any given time.
If he could create some kind of alarm, even when the map was not active to warn him. But he did not want to tinker with the magic in the parchment too much, without getting a full idea of how the Marauders created the map in the first place.
"Well, I've had a busy day," Harry said. "Going through all of the reports on Snape, among other things. And I was elected Head Boy."
"Obviously," Lyra said. "As if anyone else could represent the interests of this school….just take a seat, Daddy and let me relax you."
Well, Harry set down and let Lyra remove his cock from his pants. She leaned towards him and licked his cock, savoring the taste for it. Harry ran his hands across the back of Lyra's head.
"Just wait until I visit your father for dinner…it's going to be a night he's never going to forget," Harry told her. "Remember to breathe."
And with that, Harry shoved his cock down Lyra's throat. Lyra just gasped around his rod when he pushed deep inside of her. Harry thought the perfect dessert would be to force Lucius to bear witness to what he planned to do to Lyra and Narcissa, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Lucius would be helpless. Kind of like Ginny was, when he slipped her Riddle's diary and it possessed her.
Lyra leaned in and pushed down. She edged down onto him. She looked up at Harry with lust in her eyes. Harry just flicked his wrists and Lyra's breasts swelled in the uniform.
"Experimenting with a couple of charms," Harry said. "I think you'll enjoy the results."
That pretty face looked up at him, with inquisitive eyes. Harry pushed deeper inside of her and made her moan out in pleasure. She leaned in and slurped him. Harry teased her and plunged deeper inside of her mouth. Lyra hummed loudly around his cock.
"Pick your tune, because I'm going to blow."
Harry face-fucked Lyra until her jaw was sore. He leaned in and erupted into her mouth. Lyra tilted her head back, and let out another cry when he pumped that seed deep inside of her mouth. Lyra just hummed and slurped his cum.
"How can you taste so fucking good," Lyra murmured.
"It's simple," Harry said. "You're addicted to Daddy's cum."
Harry threw Lyra down onto the nearest desk and he removed her top. Lyra's bra gave way and she gasped when realizing her breasts were about a cup size larger, and her nipples were ultra sensitive.
"Susan Bones eat your heart out," Lyra said.
"Not quite, but you're on your way."
Harry kneaded and played with Lyra's tits. They were his own personal toys.
"You better behave," Harry said. "Because, through Mum's old school books, I discovered a charm that will edge you to mindlessness until I perform the counterspell. Wouldn't that be nice if you were struggling to breath as dirty, depraved thoughts pour into your mind and you were unable to cum until I let you?"
Harry twisted Lyra's nipple and made her rock back. He leaned in and pushed his face down into her chest to suck on her tits. Lyra gasped when she realized she was lactating milk.
"Don't…don't…you'll look like Goyle with how fat you'll get," Lyra murmured.
"Well that wasn't nice," Harry said. "And I think it's a nice preview to your fate. The Potter line needs to be restored and you will be perfect to help me, won't you?"
Lyra tried to protest. However, the only thing that came out of her mouth was moans. And Harry once again fed off her lactating breasts. Lyra's hips pumped up and down as Harry inched down her body and edged her. He leaned in and kissed her all over. Lyra just gasped when she felt her insides hot and empty.
"I need your cock, Daddy."
Her breathy voice brought a smile on Harry's face.
"You thought you were superior to me because of your pureblood heritage," Harry said. "However, your proper place is beneath me. But, I think you'll like it. Soon you'll be both a mother and a sister."
The implication of Harry's goals hit Lyra hard. But not as hard as his cock went into her. Lyra just closed her eyes and breathed heavily.
"Your father will hear of this…he will hear your every scream, when I knock you up in front of him."
Lyra tried to scream this was not what she wanted. However, her pussy tightened around Harry's cock. He leaned in and buried his rod deeper inside of her. She just breathed. Every time she tried to protest, she moaned louder.
"Fuck me like the dumb breeding cow I am."
That was not what she meant to said? What the hell was this spell he put on her. It felt like Lyra was more underneath Harry's control than any time he put her underneath the Imperius Curse. Harry leaned in and sucked her tits again. The milk was simulated through the magic of the spell.
Lyra closed her eyes and let out another cry. He leaned in and teased her. Lyra could feel herself just squirming underneath him.
"I can't wait to see all of the new possibilities show up tonight."
Lyra scowled. The foreign students. Some French floozy or Bulgarian bint might take more attention away from her. That was not going to happen.
"Daddy, please let me ride you….let me show you what a good girl I am…the best girl…..let me feed you with my slutty Cow tits."
Lyra had no idea what came over her. She rocked herself up and down on Harry's cock. Harry leaned in and teased her nipples, sending another flare through her. He edged Lyra and made her pop big time for him. He slammed down inside of her and Lyra milked him, breathing in pleasure. He leaned in and thrusted down inside of her, making her cry loudly for him when she climaxed hard for him.
Harry buried his face into her chest and sucked her nipples, hard. Lyra rocked herself up and down onto his hard throbbing cock and made her cry out in pleasure. Lyra tightened her grip around his cock and rocked him.
"Any time, I could finish the bonding."
And Harry slipped his fingers into Lyra's ass, to tease her.
"It's too big, Daddy…."
"It wasn't too big for Ginny Weasley."
Lyra obviously scowled, a bit of her personality breaking though. The mere implication that a Weasley could take a cock up their arse better than Lyra, was not going to be something that she would appreciate. He leaned in and buried deeper inside of her wet pussy.
"But, not now," Harry said. "Maybe another night."
Lyra just whined. However, Harry set her off and made her cum with the merest touch. He leaned in and thrusted down inside of her. Lyra just lost out on her and Harry finished sucking her milk jugs. She twitched for him. She moaned and pushed down onto him. Harry pounded deeper and deeper inside of her and made her spurt for him.
And now, finally, Harry was going to give her his seed. Lyra pushed deep onto his rod and with one more push, he erupted inside of her.
Lyra closed her eyes and could feel her orgasm just fading away.
Suddenly, a stabbing pain went through Harry's scar and he felt it. It was time.
Harry knew he would find out what happened, whether good or bad. He took his aggression out on Lyra and pounded her brains out.
It was not for the first time where Peter Pettigrew questioned his life choices. From leaving Patricia Rakepick for dead in one of the Cursed Vaults, to deciding to turn his back on the Potters and join up to the Dark Lord. To blowing up the street where he stood with Sirius Black, and Peter honestly did intend to kill Sirius and not frame him, all the way to accepting food from Fred and George Weasley. Then there was the entire mess where he decided to return to the Dark Lord and how he got entangled with Bertha Jorkins. The things he had to get the Dark Lord his new body, with the woman and their…fetus.
Peter wished he knew how to perform a memory spell when he recalled that particular ritual.
An owl approached and it was a letter from Bartemius Crouch Junior, marked urgent. Peter flinched. If something had gone wrong with the plan, Peter was the one in the house with both the Dark Lord and his really large snake. He took the envelope with trembling hands and opened it.
The next thing Peter Pettigrew knew, he found himself vanishing and reappearing inside of a holding cell where a small group of Aurors had been awaiting his arrival. He recognized one of them as Kingsley Shacklebolt, a Gryffindor a few years ahead of Peter at Hogwarts.
"We've got the rat…yep that's Pettigrew alright."
Peter tried to transform, only he couldn't. And his wand appearing outside of the cell and chains wrapping around his arms and legs indicated that he was not going anywhere.
"I'll be damned, Potter's plan worked."
And now Peter wondered what was going on. And how his master was going to be furious.
The first line of defenses around the Riddle house had been negated. Two Cursebreakers lead the Aurors in, who were being led by the Head of the Department Magical Law Enforcement and the Captain of the Aurors. Amelia steadied herself when she entered.
It had been way too long since she had been on the field.
"Now!"
The tell-tale sign of Peter Pettigrew being portkeyed to the Ministry indicated they would have only mere minutes, if that to act. And with a situation like this, every second counted. The doors were carefully opened.
"Snake!" one of the Aurors whispered.
They managed to cage the creature before it could go off and warn He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
"Wormtail? Did you not hear me?"
Nagini started to hiss angrily, making an attempt to warn her master of the intruders and the fact Wormtail was not there.
The doors opened and a small group of Ministry Aurors, along with Cassie and Merula appeared in the midst of an armchair which contained, well an extremely hideous sight. A malformed looking baby, for lack of a better term, with a snake like face. And in it's stubby little arm, it held a wand.
Those red eyes formed into slits.
"AVADA K…..MMMPH!"
Merula did something unexpected and brazen. She conjured and shoved a binky into Voldemort's mouth, which prevented him from firing off the Killing Curse into a target. This unconventional act caught Voldemort completely off guard before the wand had been taken from him.
"Don't touch him," Cassie advised. "His skin may be venomous."
One of the Aurors retracted his hand, just in time.
"What kind of magic is this?"
"The thing of nightmares," Merula said.
They all hit him with multiple stunners, not taking any chances. It took three barrages from everyone in the room before he was subdued enough to transfer into a magically reinforced case.
"Three, two, one."
The group appeared at the outskirts of the Department of Mysteries. A dark skinned witch with glasses ushered them down the corridor as the case began to crack. Olivia Green, an old friend of Cassie's brother and an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries, motioned them over, where another small group of Unspeakables appeared in the shadows.
"Prepare to transport him inside," Olivia said urgently. "It was created to contain the fiercest of magical creatures for observation."
And the malformed form of Voldemort had been placed in a containment unit. He spat the binky out and hissed angrily.
"Lord Voldemort won't forget this," he hissed. "I will remember you all and you will suffer. Especially since my faithful servant will break me free."
"You're not going anywhere," Amelia said. "And we will find a way to…."
"You think you can kill me?" Voldemort asked. "I welcome you to try. Bones, isn't it? I've had the pleasure of killing several of your family, some by my own wand."
And speaking of wands, Voldemort's had been slipped into Cassie's bag, unknowing to the Aurors or the Unspeakables, although Olivia caught her eye and nodded knowingly. It would be quite useful in figuring out in retracing the steps which made Voldemort who he was.
"Bloody hell."
Croaker, one of the Unspeakables, extracted a blood sample from Voldemort. It burned through the vial and would have burned a hole through his hand, if he had not dropped the vile.
"Everything about him is venomous," Merula said.
"My assessment is that he requires regular injections of venom from his snake to maintain that form," one of the Unspeakables commented. "Until he can find a way to create a more physical body."
"And what happens without it?" Amelia asked.
"We will find that out in the coming days and weeks," Bode said. "However, no one should come within a hundred yards of the cage, for his wraith form may reach out for someone and possess them like they did Quirrell."
"Cassie, Merula, give me a hand."
Cassie and Merula helped Olivia ensure that no one strayed too close to the cell by forming several more layers of magical barriers.
"What happens when the Minister returns?"
Amelia responded with a long sigh.
"We'll cross that bridge when it comes," Amelia said.
"What about Dumbledore?"
Amelia knew that Dumbledore would have eyes and ears sympathetic to him always close by. And he would find out sooner rather than later.
It almost didn't feel like it actually happened, because never in anyone's wildest dreams would anyone expect Voldemort himself to be secured in the Ministry.
Harry received an owl from Cassie. It was short, sweet, and to the point, and it indicated they secured Voldemort and Wormtail and she and Merula would be heading back to Hogwarts in the morning.
The pain Harry received through his scar had been on and off, and he could sense Voldemort's frustration and anguish. Harry sat down and took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. Off to the other side, Penelope walked over towards him and Beatrice walked over on the other end.
"Sorry, my bloody scar," Harry murmured. "He's angerier than he ever has been."
"Obviously," Beatrice said. "But, you'll get to it. Cassie's going to help you gain control of whatever connection you two have. And once you find a way to eliminate him once and for all, it would be over…."
Harry focused to try and close the door, however it kept cracking a little bit until a flood of very frantic magic poured into him. It was a constant battle of wills.
Quite a few Ministry Aurors arrived. Dumbledore had been deep in conversation with Amelia Bones and Harry wished he could get a closer look at what they were talking about.
"So, over a hundred years ago, the Head Boy and Head Girl had their own office," Penelope said. "And a luxury suite. It was a practiced that was discontinued by Phineas Nigellus Black, along with students having a say in who they feel should be Head Boy and Head Girl. And that was the beginning of the Ministry getting involved more directly with Hogwarts."
"And it was all downhill from there," Harry said. "At least they reinstated Quidditch after Professor Black banned it."
In his mind's eye, Harry imagined Oliver Wood's great grandfather, raising hell about the Quidditch plans. Hell, Harry heard all about Oliver's father, the legendary Dick Wood, who was quite a player of the field back in his day. He was a stand up kind of guy.
"We have several areas of Hogwarts that are unused," Harry said. "With Penny, Chiara, Merula, and Cassie being here, we can take over this section of the school. And it's in the center of everything. Right between all of the houses, and we can arrange some kind of area where people from different houses can mingle."
"I can imagine there will be people thrilled about this," Beatrice said.
"Well, it's awkward to mingle with your friends outside of your own house, due to lack of opportunities, but we found a way, didn't we?"
And here arrived Nymphadora Tonks, in all of her glory. And she arrived right in front of Harry.
"I wasn't part of the squad who brought him in, although I did see the snake-faced bastard hissing in his little cage," Tonks said. "We can't get too close."
"Don't want to end up like Quirrell," Harry said.
"And to think, he was a pretty decent Muggle Studies teacher, all things considered," Tonks said. "But, he wanted more out of life and fell underneath bad influences. Oh, by the way, even with Wormtail off of the board and Junior out of Hogwarts….there's a chance there might be other followers of You-Know-Who at Hogwarts. And until Moody gets the all clear, I'm subbing for him teaching Defence. I can imagine the look on Sprout's face when she sees I'll be her colleague."
"So Moody's coming back?" Harry asked. "The real Moody."
"Well, not until he keeps hexing every little insect that moves," Tonks said.
"And here I thought he couldn't get more paranoid," Harry said.
"Regardless, I'll also be helping Zara with your training," Tonks said. "I think Madam Bones has her heart set on you becoming an Auror. We need a few good men…and it's really a sad state of affairs when one of our best men is a teenage boy."
Tonks just looked at Harry.
"So, I heard about your Patronus," Tonks said.
"Is that what they're calling it now?" Beatrice asked.
"Very funny," Tonks said. "I've got one myself. Want to see it?"
"Sure," Harry said.
Tonks led Harry out of the way so they had plenty of room.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Her Patronus, a jackrabbit, appeared and it was quite impressive.
"It's not as amazing as yours, but it does the job," Tonks said.
"So, Nymphadora, your Patronus is a jackrabbit?" Harry asked. "I wonder what that implies."
Tonks just smiled.
"Play your cards right and I might show you."
She locked eyes with Harry.
"Your turn."
"Are you sure?"
"Come on," Tonks said. "I showed you mine. Now it's your turn to show me yours."
Harry concentrated on several happy memories, many of them fairly recent at once. It actually helped stave off the agony he was receiving by Voldemort's endless temper tantrum at being imprisoned.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Tonks looked on in awe as Harry's Patronus blasted it's way through the corridor. And had her boss not been just outside the door, along with her former Headmaster, one Nymphadora Tonks looked like she might have jumped Harry right then and there.
There had been several surprised screams. Harry decided to concentrate and direct the Patronus out of the doors of the Great Hall when it disappeared.
"Damn," Tonks breathed. "That was…wow."
"How about this?"
And Harry, without any shame, leaned in and pressed his lips onto those of the Metamorphmagus. He snogged her for what seemed to be an eternity, although it was a minute.
Tonks breathed heavily when Harry pulled away. Right until a burst of water hit her in the face.
Tonks shook her head and Zara Li appeared in front of her.
"What was that for?" Tonks asked.
"For spending so much time in la-la land," Zara said. "You're worse than my daughter sometimes…although that was an impressive Patronus. Perhaps we can…discuss techniques in the morning."
Everyone was lining up in the Great Hall. Harry arrived with his Head Boy badge and moved over to join Beatrice and the prefects.
"Well, congratulations," McGonagall said. "This is highly irregular."
"So is putting a first year in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team," Harry said. "But, we've been there as well."
The Head of the Gryffindor house nodded. Sinistra, Flitwick, and Sprout joined her, along with the Aurors. Dumbledore walked up to Harry as he stepped beside Beatrice.
"Harry…."
"Later," Harry said.
"You were named Head Boy," Dumbledore said. "Are you certain this is creating a conflict of interest in the Tribunal that is investigating Professor Snape?"
Harry said nothing.
"Harry?"
Once again, Harry said nothing.
"Mr. Potter, I would like you…."
"I don't think it's the time to make a spectacle of things Headmaster," Harry said. "Here they come."
And sure enough, unless Harry missed his guess, the delegates from Beauxbatons were on their way there.
Time to just wait and see what potential opportunities arose. While one chapter in Harry's story concluded, with the containment of Voldemort, a new adventure was just around the corner.