Saving Her; Saving Us All

Saving Her, Saving Us ALL

NC-17

Illiandyandra

Pairings: Hermione/Multi; Luna/Ron; Tonks/Remus; Ginny/Neville

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic, and a bunch of people who are not me. I make no profit from this story and suing me would only yield a whole bunch of well-loved books.

Content Disclaimer: This story contains sex, smut, Lemons, Limes, however you want to say it. If you do not like that Then keep on looking.

Distribution: Anyone who wants it. Just let me know and give credit where it is due.


Spoilers: Up through Order of the Phoenix

Summary: A forgotten Prophecy may give be the key to ending the second war with Voldemort.

Author Note: Please note the age of consent both in my home state and in the UK, which covers London and Hogwarts (someone would have asked), is 16 years of age. Hermione Granger turned 16 on September 19th of the Golden trio's fifth year. Thank you and have a nice day.

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AN: When you Reach the Slash Warning, you have reached the end of the chapter for those who find such interaction objectionble.

Chapter 12

Truth and Manipulations of an AssHat

When given the chance to oust Albus Dumbledore, large factions of the Ministry were almost chortling in glee. They steadfastly ignored the fact that many of them were sure to follow. Now the Wizengamot and the ICW had very clear rules as to what was needed to dethrone Chief Warlock or Supreme Mugwamp. The rules were such that despite the fervor with which many were calling for Dumbledore's head, there was still a three week lag before the trial could be convened.

1)The entire Wizengamot must be present or represented by proxy.
That was not as easy as it seemed. Especially considering the number of seats that had changed hands since the end of the school year. Fortunately the inner connectivity of the pureblood society meant that many of the dark families who were now either incarcerated or deceased could be voted by proxy by their light sided relatives.

Those dark families who still controlled their own seats had their own vendettas against the self proclaimed 'leader of the light'. Many of them cut short their vacations when they received the indictment. Others had been given the proxy of their incarcerated relatives, and had orders on how to vote when the time came.

2)The head of the DMLE must act as the representative of the Ministry in the case.

Amelia Bones was looking forward to this with great relish. She was planning to implicate as many of Dumbledore's shady partners as she could. She was also sure that this trial would serve as the final nail in the coffin of Fudge's Administration. She and Hermione had even worked out a system where by Hermione could add questions to Amelia's Parchment as needed.

3) The list of charges must contain at least one felony charge.

The very scope and vast number of charges ensured that this requirement was met.

4)The conviction must be upheld by a full three quarters of the court.

Given the evidence this only worried Severus. Almost everyone else counted on the dark's hatred of Dumbledore to ensure that block of votes. They were also confident that the evidence would convince the light families that were not associated with the New Order of the veracity of the charges.

5)In a case where the Chief Warlock is also the Supreme Mugwamp, at least two members of the ICW must be included in the presiding body.

Sirius made sure to extend the indictment to four members of the august body. Two were from Europe. Monsieur Delacour, of France, was the uncle of Fleur and Gabrielle, and he was vocially unhappy that Dumbledore had not sought his brother's permission before endangering the girls in the second task of the TriWizard Tournament.

Mr. Gustave, of Germany, had been a boy when he witnessed the defeat of Grindlewald by Albus Dumbledore. Though no one could get him to explain why; Mr. Gustave, a light minded wizard; was staunchly and firmly against Albus Dumbledore. The others were considered to be impartial. One, a Mr. Rucker, was from the United States, and Senor Cordova of Brazil.


The second Monday of August 1996, found the Wizengamot chamber completely packed, both the public and private gallaries as well as ever necessary seat of the panel. Harry looked at the panel, many of those who had glared at him from that panel a year earlier were gone. Lucius had been replaced by Narcissa. She held the Goyle's, Parkinson's, and Nott's proxies. Near her sat Sirius and Severus. Sirius was a voting bloc all by himself. He held the proxies for all of Harry's votes, as well as the Lestrange Family, and of course he had the votes for what used to be the three branches of the Black Family. Intermarrying to keep the blood pure, and Voldemort's temper had consolidated the family down to just Sirius. Severus was of course the last Prince, so he held that family's vote as well as the proxies they held for the Goshawk and Golpalott families. Kingsley's father, Alfred, was even present; looking for all the world like an older version of his heir.

The new order had been decimating Voldemort's forces, and so many of the parents of the current Slytherin House had either been incarcerated, or were in St. Mungo's. Not many had been killed. Beyond that they had protected not only Muggle Born Hogwarts students, but also several attempts on the Towers and the Parliament. Harry felt quite proud of all that had been accomplished. However all these contemplations were ended when the Aurors brought in Albus Dumbledore.

The Guards had awoken Albus early and given him his choice of several of his own robes that McGonagall had brought for him from his rooms. Mad Eye, had been astonished by the sheer number of compulsion and trust spells Dumbledore had layered on his clothing. The robes were the most sedate ones McGonagall could find in his chambers. The old wizard of course chose the most flamboyant of the selection. As he dressed, he noticed that the purple robes with their charmed flying red and orange phoenixes felt less somehow. He shrugged away the feeling and readied himself.

He knew that as soon as he could he would need to call to Fawkes and have the bird flame him away from the Wizengamot chambers. Albus was uncomfortable trying to bluff his way around the veritaserum. After seeing Severus, at the Parkinson's chit's trial, Dumbledore realized that Snape was firmly ensconced in Harry's camp. Albus knew that the truth serum would be infallible. As he thought about the trial he remembered that just days before it some wave of pure magic had destroyed his tether to Fawkes. The damn bird was probably off diving in some volcano.

Albus didn't recognize the Aurors who came to lead him to the courtroom. He did recognize the magical suppression cuffs they placed on his wrists. He buried his curse. Wherever these new cuffs had come from, they worked too damn well. They left unable to even search for the remnants of his tether to Fawkes. The phoenix had been tied to him in a manner most considered dark. But when the bird had tried to leave him for some reason in 1986, Albus knew he couldn't let that happen; so a little alchemy, one of the phoenix's feathers and some burning day ash and the 'leader of the light' retains the most precious symbol of his power and lightness.

As he was contemplating this the court was brought to order and Amelia Bones signaled Alastor Moody to begin to read the charges. "The charges before the court today in the Wizengamot vs. Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore are as follows:

Two Counts of Attempted Line Theft of a Most Ancient and Noble House.

44 Counts of Theft

61 Counts of Perjury

100 Counts of Improper use of the Obliviate Charm

100 Counts of Improper use of Compulsion Charms

100 Counts of improper use of Legilimency

Conspiracy to Falsely imprison the scion and heir of a Most Ancient and Noble House

Kidnapping of the scion and heir of a Most Ancient and Noble House

Forgery of the Last Will and Testament of a Most Ancient and Noble House

Three Counts of Misuse of Power and Position

67 Counts of Misappropriation of Funds

67 Counts of Embezzlement

Two Counts of Accessory to Commit Murder (James and Lily Potter)

Two Counts of Accessory to Attempted Murder (Frank and Alice Longbottom)

Use of a Dark Binding upon a creature of the Light

Creation of a Dark Lord through Dereliction of Duty.


After what seemed like an hour Alastor took his seat behind the defendant. He was not there to support Albus. No, Alastor had chosen his seat to be able to backup the Aurors, should the old bastard have some unanticipated trick up his sleeve.

Madame Marchbanks asked Albus for his plea. The manipulative old ass tried to twinkle as he calmly stated he was "Not Guilty to any of the charges before the court."

With his plea entered Madame Marchbanks signaled the Aurors to administer the veritaserum. IN his position as Lead Auror, Shacklebolt came over with a vile of Snape made truth serum. With a hard look, he waited for Dumbledore to open his mouth. he dropped exactly three drops of the potion on the old man's tongue. As he moved away he saw Madame Marchbanks look askance at the defense council chair, the empty defense council chair.

"Madame Bones, Why is there no Council for the defense?"

"Madame Marchbanks, Mr. Dumbledore elected to represent himself. He has that right."

"He who defends himself, has a fool for a client…muggle saying, very true though. Very well. The charges have been read and answered before the court; Madame Bones will commence her questioning now."

Amelia: Please state your name and age for the court.

Albus: Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin First Class, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwamp of the International Confederation of Wizards. I am 115 years old.

Amelia: Very well. We'll begin with your Order of Merlin, how did you receive it?

Albus: I was awarded the Order of Merlin for defeating Gellert Grindlewald in 1945.

Amelia: And how did you achieve this victory.

The whole courtroom saw Dumbledore struggling against the serum, but Snape wasn't the country's premiere Potions Master for nothing.

Albus: Gellert and I had been lovers in our youth. It was nothing to reconnect with him. He knew we were on different sides of the conflict but we hadn't always been. The planning we did in our bed the summer after we'd graduated. SO it was no hardship at all to convince him to meet with me. It did take some work to get him to send away his generals. Finally I managed to get him alone and seduced him. After a very satisfying bout of lovemaking, I broke his neck. A small boy, Gellert's prisoner, saw the whole thing. He was too young to obliviate, so instead I made him unable to voice what it was he'd seen.

Amelia: So there was no battle?

Albus: No, Gellert and I were too closely matched to risk a battle.

Amelia: Why did you do that? Why did you go after Grindlewald?

Albus: I knew he had to be stopped. I was, at the time a little known alchemist, transfiguration professor, and my biggest claim to fame was being Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. I wanted fame and fortune. This was the easiest way I could find to begin to really amass what I needed.

Amelia: Moving on, you were the Deputy Headmaster who visited all non magically raised Hogwarts First years in 1937?

Albus: Yes.

Amelia: Was one of those children Tom Marvolo Riddle?

Albus: Yes

Amelia: Who did Tom Marvolo Riddle grow to become?

Albus: Lord Voldemort

Madame Bones cast the same fire anagram that Riddle had used to show Harry his metamorphosis in the Chamber of Secrets.

Amelia: Did you find anything unusual on your first visit with Tom Riddle?

Albus: He lived in a muggle orphanage. By eleven he was already a very mean bully and thief.

Amelia: How many times did you visit Mr. Riddle?

Albus: Just the initial visit.

Amelia: No subsequent check ins?

Albus: No.

Amelia: Was he a good student?

Albus: The boy was extremely smart. Great Classroom student. But he hated holidays, always whining and begging to stay at the castle. Even wanted to stay for the summers. Said the boys at the orphanage picked on him and beat him up, and the older boys used him for Fun Time.

Amelia: Did you help him? Bring his case before Magical Children Services? Or even the Muggle Relations office? Did you not check in on him then?

Albus: He was a Muggle raised child, at that point I believed him to be a mudblood. Once he was sorted into Slytherin I did not concern myself with him further.

Amelia: When did you realize that Riddle was turning to the Dark?

Albus: I had suspicions as early as his second year…but no soild proof until he loosed the basilisk and killed Myrtle Hornsby.

Amelia (for Hermione): So you had proof that he'd killed Myrtle Hornsby, and not Rubeus Hagrid.

Albus: Yes

Amelia: Why did you not step forward and stop Riddle then?

Albus: By then I knew him to be a founder's heir. I felt him more worthy of an education than the half giant boy.

Amelia: But supposedly you fought for Hagrid, helped him, why the lie?

Albus: I wanted his loyalty and his admiration. I had a feeling that it would be prudent to have Hagrid loyal to me. And it has.

Amelia (for Hermione): How has it proven prudent?

Albus: Hagrid considers me the greatest wizard since Merlin. Therefore he does what I ask without question. Like a child seeking approval from their father. A very good example was the night that the Potters were killed. Upon my orders, he went and got Harry out of the house. He even refused to allow Sirius to take the boy. I had no claim to the boy, he should have by all rights gone to Sirius…but I couldn't have that.

Amelia: So you knowingly took a child you had no rights to, from the custody of his rightful guardian?

Albus: Of course. Had Sirius raised the boy, he would have been too strong, too independent. He would have had all the training he needed to defeat Voldemort on his own merit. He would never have made a viable weapon. I would not have been able to gain credit for the victory. Besides I want to know what made a person go dark.

Amelia: What do you mean?

Albus: The Dursleys were horribly to Lily. I had no reason to think they would be any better to Harry, and I reasoned there was a good chance they would be worse. The boy would be defenseless. I wanted to see if the environment would make Harry go dark. There was some worry when the Sorting Hat wanted to put him in Slytherin, but since the Dursleys were unable to make Harry Dark, the orphanage didn't make Riddle dark.

Amelia: Or the Dursleys just weren't as BAD as the damn orphanage. (For Hermione) What do you mean defenseless, he was a magical child his magic could have defended him without conscious thought.

Albus: Oh I had that quite taken care of. The boy's magical core was bound. The binding dissolved when he touched his first Hogwarts letter. By the time he had finished his first year it was gone. I admit; I had expected him to be smarter…his parents were tops of their year.

Amelia: I see and why all this…what did you have planned for Harry Potter?

Albus: I was going to allow him to fulfill his destiny. Should he actually manage to survive the killing of Voldemort, well. I fully intended that he would first marry Ginny Dumbledore…even if he needed to be dosed for a time until she got pregnant. I would then control his fortune through my daughter. Eventually they would both die, leaving me their fortune.

Amelia: Speaking of fortunes, how did you amass yours?

Albus: Oh that was easy. Given the mores of the time period, I knew that the wives and children of my generals would have no clue as to their family's true value. So as my generals in the Order of the Phoenix fell, I would simply help myself to a portion of what they left behind. Very often I was the executor of their wills and in those instances I could take as much as I wanted with no one the wiser. The only one to stop me back then was Augustine Croaker…he named his daughter Augusta as his executor, for Merlin only knows what reason…so I was only able to get the little he left me in his will.

Amelia: So how many of the charges read earlier are you guilty of?

Albus: I must admit, I am guilty of all of them. I say that I do these things for the Greater Good…but that is actually for My Greater Good. I conspired with Barty Crouch Sr. to send Sirius Black to Azkaban without a trial to keep him from having custody of Harry. Alice Longbottom was the boy's god mother, so she had to go…and Frank with her. I would have tried to get control of Neville, since he fit the prophecy at first as well…but I knew going up against Augusta again would be unwise. I'm sure that one of my generals was of a Most Ancient and Noble house…so even the Will forgery is probably true.

Amelia: And the charges of Improper Use of Mind Magics and compulsion charms?

Albus: Often I have to force people to see things my way. Minerva, Poppy, and Severus most often they are very strong willed people. Why Poppy wanted to report the signs of Potter's abuse…so I made sure that she wouldn't remember it. When Minerva noted the address of Harry's first letter, she brought it directly to me. I had to obliviate her and come up with a damn good reason why I had to regrow all my hair.

Amelia: The charges of embezzelement?

Albus: I have been paying myself Binns salary since he died. That is the real reason that I didn't want to hire a living History of Magic teacher. I have also been pocketing the Muggle Studies budget, and the funds set aside for helping magical students in bad situations in the muggle world.

Amelia (for Hermione): Why have you been receiving payments from the Malfoy family since your youth?

Albus: Ah, you found that as well. Bravo. Well you see it has long been believed that my mother was a mudblood…but she wasn't she was actually a Malfoy By-blow. She never knew, but I found out my second year when I did a family tree charm project for my charms class. Her father set that payment up to keep me silent. I was to take the secret to my grave.

Amelia: Is there any reason that you should not be stripped of every accolade that you have every received and gain a cell next to your cousin?

Albus: Because I know things you need to know to be able to fully end Voldemort.

Amelia: We know all about the containers, and have already destroyed over half…anything else?

Albus: Because I have enough money already that the economy will suffer if I stop being able to spend and invest.

Amelia: Your fortune has been confiscated and returned to the heirs of your generals. Anything else?

Albus looked shocked. He couldn't fathom this. He was so dumbstruck that he was unable to do more than shake his head.

Madame Marchbanks asked if there were any people Albus would like to call for his defense. He looked at her and searched the crowd. His eyes lit on Molly, but when he realized that she was alone. All the other Weasleys seated far away from her, he realized that she would be no help at all. Mad Eye gave him a hard glare as well.

Seeing that no one was forthcoming, Madame Bones closed her case and Madame Marchbanks called for a vote. Out of consideration for their more exalted position, she allowed the four representatives of the ICW to render their votes first. All four voted Albus Dumbledore guilty of all 553 counts before the court.

Then Madame Marchbanks called for the Wizengamot's votes. Their votes were a bit more scattered…but they found him guilty in each count, and in almost every case they reached well beyond the needed 75 percent. In a few they had exactly 75 percent, or just one vote over. However there was much discussion and debate over what his sentence should be. All agreed that he must face jail time; however each Wizengamot member seemed to come up with a different figure. Finally they settled on 553 years. One year per conviction.

The Albus Dumbledore that was led from the Wizengamot that August afternoon was a far cry from the one who had entered. Gone were the confidence, the feelings of respect and adoration. Instead the entire Wizarding world saw him for what he was…a petty, jealous, grasping wizard of slightly above moderate power, who had excelled at hiding his real nature from the world, and even his own self.

Party at the Place

The celebration after the trial was one of epic proportions. By the time the New Order got back to Grimmauld Place Winky, Dobby, and Cootie. There was food and wine; Butterbeer and Firewhiskey aplenty. Hermione had been experimenting for ages and tonight they were able to party to muggle tunes thanks to her CD player. She hadn't purchased much music this summer, but they still had plenty to choose from

The younger set had gone upstairs and changed into muggle clothes. Hermione looked great in an emerald green corset top overlaid with black lace. Her black lace skirt was long but when she twirled it billowed up to waist height showing off sexy boy cut black lace knickers. Her husbands all wore black slacks or jeans and shirts in different colors.

By an hour into the party, almost everyone was at the very least tipsy. In the front parlor, Neville was seated with a very underdressed Ginny seated on his lap. He was playing exploding Snap with Ron, Luna and Dean. Dean and his family had joined the celebration. His mother had been working with Gerard and Matilda, learning Muggle Defense, and his little sisters had been learning to perform magic with some of the extra wands from members of the new order. The butterbeer only crowd was playing in the family parlor upstairs.

Meanwhile the dining room had become a dance club. The adjacent closet had been expanded and turned into a bar/lounge for those not dancing. Hermione was dancing with Gred and Forge. While in the lounge, Snape and Sirius were flirting over cognac. Harry considered joining them, with the driving lesions and all the discussions that Harry and Snape had been having about Harry's grandparents, Harry actually felt pretty close to his once hated professor. Before he could make the decision, Sirius made it for him.

Harry could only smile as he watched his godfather bury one hand in Snape's hair and pulled him in for a snog. Bloody good one too if the feelings dancing along the bond were any indication. Harry looked back over at Hermione and the twins. The trio were wrapped around each other, dancing to the music of the Squirrel Nut Zippers. Their egalitarian wife switching her facing partner often. Harry sighed as much as he might wish to join them, he wasn't dancing in public; even this semi public; for anything.

He turned back to the lounge area, unsurprised that Severus and Sirius were gone. Sighing once more, Harry left the Dining room. He peaked into the front parlor. He chuckled a bit when he saw how Ginny was plastered all over Neville. His dormmate must have turned the potion queen out.

Luna and Ron looked quite cozy, sitting way closer than Exploding Snaps called for. Bill and Fleur were over in a corner, kissing in such a way that Harry knew they were moments from finding privacy. Harry wondered where Charlie was, before he remembered that he had seen the dragon tamer on the dance floor with Angelina Johnson, so all the Weasley Kids were accounted for. Harry fleetingly wondered where Arthur was; but shrugged it off. He was probably off somewhere conversing with Gerard and Matilda. The muggle couple and Arthur had become something of a trio of their own around Grimmauld Place.

Harry continued to wander around the place. He found Remus and Tonks engaged in a flirty conversation. Lots of New Order members were around and had paired up. Then he found Madame Longbottom in an epic chess battle with Professor McGonagall. Harry refused to even think about what it was he saw Poppy and Mad Eye Moody doing.

Wandering some more he happened to look out a window overlooking the back yard, and there in the moonlight he saw Arthur dancing with Amelia Bones to music only they could hear. Harry was very happy for his first father figure. Maybe this time he could find real love.

Harry continued down the hall towards their suite of rooms. Once inside he could hear that Severus and Sirius were quite busy in the shower.

*******/Slash WARNING/*******

While Harry was wandering the house, Sirius and Severus had adjourned to the bedroom and were enjoying some dominance play. It was really only with each other that they felt they could fully let go. While they had yet to engage each other sexually yet; they had been teasing each other for weeks.

Sirius PoV

As Severus closed the bedroom door, he turned to me and ordered, "Strip naked, now."

Eager to please my tormentor, I stripped and gathered my clothes in my arms. I was proud of my body all the training and the healing of the veil had left me in great condition. Given the length and girth of all my bondmates, I was right proud of the well above average boner now sprouting from my naked crotch.

"Just drop them here," Severus ordered.

"But what if the rest of the bond come up?" I responded. Most of our bondmates were neatnicks. They hated seeing clothes on the floor.

"Shut the fuck up, Black, and do as I say," Severus commanded, giving me a wicked stare.

He was obviously serious, so I quickly dropped my clothes in a heap. I know I had agreed to bottom as reparation, but shit this was turning me on way more than I'd ever expected.

"That's better. Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here," Severus instructed.

"Yes sir," I replied as I followed his directions.

"Nuzzle your face up against my crotch, Black," Severus demanded.

Without hesitation, I rubbed my cheek against the large bulge forming in Severus's slacks and immediately knew that he was hard as a rock and had been for some time. I mouthed the growing lump in Severus's slacks and ran my tongue up and down the length of his growing tool, making the denim wet with my saliva. I had watched plenty of blue pensieves in my day and I tried to visualize the hottest head scenes I could remember, intent to perform like a cocksucking star for Severus. A wet spot began to spread on the pants as his cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. I sucked the salty cum from the wet cotton, smacking my lips as I got my first taste of Severus's seed.

"You like the taste of my precum, don't you mutt?" Severus chuckled.

"Very much, sir," I replied.

"You want some of that big dick, don't you Mutt?" Severus growled.

"Yes sir," I obediently responded.

"Let me hear you beg for it."

"Please sir, I want to suck your cock," I heard myself say, unsure where the words or the urges were coming from.

"You want me to fuck your pussy little mouth don't you furface?" Severus snarled.

"Oh yes sir, I want your big cock stuffed down my tight, eager throat," I moaned as I felt Severus's cock swell to semi-hardness.

"You think you can handle all that cock, Black?"

"Yes, sir, I'll try my best."

"Oh, you'll try alright, slut. You'll try not to choke to death when I shove my cock balls deep down your throat. I'll train your throat to take cock like a fucking whore."

Severus's nasty verbal abuse had my cock rock hard and I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth so bad I thought I might erupt just from the thought of it.

"Use your teeth Black and unzip my fly," Severus ordered. "Don't use your hands, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I replied as I bit down on his zipper and slowly worked the fly open.

"That's a good Black," Severus purred. "Now work your tongue down in my fly and taste my cock."

I did as instructed and ran my tongue over the firey flesh of Severus's pulsating cock. Wanting more, I brought my hand up to Severus's crotch, intending to pry his big bone free of the confines of his slacks.

Smack! I felt my hand go numb as Severus popped my knuckle. "I said no hands, Sirius. Can't you follow a simple instruction?"

"I'm sorry," I managed, torn between the pain in my hand and the anger rising in me. I didn't have to take this shit but at the same time, part of me wanted to please Severus and show him what a good cocksucker I could be.

"Don't let it happen again," he grunted. "Just use your tongue and work my cock out."

After several minutes of hard work, I finally managed to suck his cock through the fly of his jeans, his now nearly hard tool finally popping free of the spit and pre-cum soaked material. As his cock sprang into the open, I swallowed hard; fuck this guy was hung like a goddamn donkey. His dick bobbed wickedly and slapped against my cheek several times as I stared down the full length of his rigid rod. "Good boy," Severus chuckled. "I knew you could do it. Now don't just stare at it, get to fucking work."

Without further delay, I opened wide and Severus's inched his cockhead between my open lips. The big mushroom head completely filled my mouth and I had to stretch my jaw to accommodate his impressive girth.

"Use your tongue and lube up my shaft as I work some of this meat down your virgin throat," Severus ordered.

He wasn't wasting any time. As he began to feed me several inches of his boner, I freaked out. Without thinking, I reached up and put my hands on Severus's hips, trying to prevent him from stuffing any more cock down my challenged throat.

"Now use that tongue and suck my balls out of my fly." Severus directed. When he used that tone of voice, even I was tempted to call him Professor.

With additional work and instruction, I freed his large, hanging nuts and took turns massaging each of the hairy balls in my warm mouth as Severus's hard cock lay heavily across my exposed head.

"You ready to try working that big cock back down your throat, Black?" Severus continued.

"Yes sir," I replied, unsure of how I was going to get more than a couple of inches of his cock down my throat.

"Open wide cocksucker and stick out your tongue," Severus ordered as he waggled his enormous phallus hands free back and forth across my face, slapping my tongue and thumping my cheeks repeatedly. Letting out a hearty chuckle, Severus grabbed my head in his masculine hands and taking dead aim, thrust forward, impaling my face on his throbbing hard-on.

Several inches were rammed down my throat and my head locked by Severus's vice-like grip, I could only sputter and gag as the big mushroom head of his angry cock filled my throat to its limits. As my eyes began to water and my throat struggled to accommodate this monster, Severus kept his dick stuffed down my windpipe for what seemed like several minutes, although it must have been no more than thirty seconds.

Just seconds before I thought I would blackout, Severus withdrew his weapon from my tortured throat and I coughed and gagged, fighting hard not to blow chunks all over the bedroom floor. Hermione would not be best pleased, but all I could think about right now was getting Severus's dick stuffed back down my throat.

Without additional warning, Severus thrust forward, several inches of spit covered steel again sliding past my tongue and down my stretched throat. "Watch those teeth, Siri," Severus instructed as he again held my head firmly, keeping my throat impaled on several inches of his massive meat.

This time my gag reflex receded quickly and by relaxing my throat, I was able to take another couple of inches of Severus's cock as he maintained a constant pressure against the back of my throat. After thirty seconds, Severus withdrew, repeating this performance several more times, each effort resulting in bottoming out deeper and deeper down my throat.

After five minutes of this torture, I was amazed to feel Severus's untrimmed pubes tickling my nose. Somehow I had deep throated his entire shaft. My jaw ached and I was still struggling to breath, but my throat had somehow defied logic and I had taken all Severus had to give.

"Oh, yea Black," Severus moaned, his cock still held ball deep down my throat. "Now that you've learned how to work a real cock down your gullet, its time you learn how to suck cock."

Slowly, Severus began to fuck my now accommodating throat with deep, steady strokes. "Use your tongue on the underside of my shaft," Severus ordered. "And lick my nuts each time I bottom out down your throat."

My knees ached and my bound hands were going numb behind my back, but I was elated to be taking all Severus had to dish out. As my face was being plowed, I could feel my rock hard dick bouncing off my belly as my body was being thrown around like a rag doll under Severus's relentless pace.

"Yea Black," Severus moaned as he held my head and fucked my face without mercy. "You like getting your sexy mouth fucked by that big dick, don't you?"

I could only moan my approval as Severus continued to drill my throat ferociously. After several minutes of sweaty face fucking, Severus pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and slapped my faced hard with his meaty appendage. "Suck my nuts," he ordered.

I obeyed instinctively and spent several minutes rolling each big ball in my wet mouth, feeling Severus's sperm bubbling in his hairy, sweaty sack.

"Edge it cocksucker," Severus ordered as he roughly turned my head sideways and ran his harmonica back and forth over my tongue. "Now open wide," he instructed as he again mounted my face and fucked it ruthlessly.

After several more minutes of deep throating, Severus pulled his cock from my ravaged mouth and with a sharp yank on my belt/leash, pulled me to my feet. "Onto my bed, Black," Severus ordered, "I'm gone fuck that pussy throat of yours into complete submission. On your back, Mutt," Severus ordered, "and lean your head back over the edge of the bed."

As I did so, Severus stripped naked and stood over me, straddling my head and slowly stroking his huge tool, his nuts hanging mere inches from my exposed face. Severus squatted down slightly and smothered my face in his sweaty sack.

"Suck those balls Black," Severus commanded as he continued to jerk his tool. Severus leaned further forward and ground his musky asshole against my nose and mouth. "Rim my hole. Oh you are one hell of a cocksucker," Severus moaned as I used my tongue to explore his asshole.

"Oh yea, that feels fucking fantastic," Severus exhaled as I buried my tongue as far up his arse as I could.

After several minutes of tongue-fucking his ass, Severus stood back, "You keep that up Mutt and I'm gone loose my load. And I know you don't want me to waste a load, do you Black?"

"No sir," I croaked, my throat still sore and my voice unsteady.

"Where do you want my jizz, cocksucker?" Severus enquired wickedly.

"Down my throat, sir," I replied, genuinely eager to taste the big, salty reward I had been working hard to earn.

"I knew it," he chuckled. "Lean that head back and open up that throat, cause I'm going to fuck your mouth like a pussy and blow this cum straight down your gullet."

With my hands still tied behind my back, I was helpless. Severus put his hands under my neck and tilted my head back as far as it would go, opening a straight pathway down my throat. He positioned his cockhead against my tongue, and I eagerly lapped up the precum still leaking from his piss slit.

With a grunt, Severus shoved his cock down my throat till his balls were bouncing off my forehead. He rapidly built to a ferocious pace as he screwed my face with deep, powerful strokes, my tongue working overtime to keep his piston lubed as he pummeled by aching throat. After several minutes of deep dicking, I felt his penis swell noticeably and knew he was near eruption.

With one last deep thrust, Severus held his cock stuffed down my throat and with an earth shattering grunt, he exploded, jets of hot spunk shooting straight down my throat. As I began to gag and sputter, Severus pulled his slick rod from my mouth and continued to shoot his thick, sticky wad all over my face and chest, the violent eruptions splattering down my belly and glazing my still rock hard boner.

"Fuck," Severus exhaled as the current from his hose slowed to a trickle. I eagerly lapped up the last few drops of thick spunk, sucking the jizz from Severus's semi-hard cock as it sagged against my cum coated mug.

As Severus collapsed on the bed, he reached down and unbuckled the belt binding my hands. "Good job, Sirius," he conceded. "we can go into the bathroom and I will allow you the dominant role, if you would you like."

I had totally forgotten about my ignored member and only now realized how much my throbbing boner needed attention. I staggered to my feet, weak from the thorough throat fucking I had endured and stumbled into the bathroom and put myself in the alpha frame of mind.

Severus PoV
Sirius ducked into the shower and without hesitation I followed him. Sirius was staying in the master suite and the shower was a big double stall with several shower heads and a tiled bench.

As we soaped up, I turned to Sirius, I've got to tell you, you're a pretty fucking good cocksucker; and you clearly have a dormant submissive side."

"Yea, I guess so," I responded, "but I suppose that it is now my turn. I will allow you to do anything you want to me." I knew Sirius Black, none of the things he was into would bother me.

"Anything?" Sirius asked as he soaped up his cock.

"Yea, I think so," I answered, reaching down to soap up my member, surprised to find it was rock hard again.

"Would you bend over and let me fuck you in the ass?" Sirius questioned, an evil mischief in his voice.

"Huh?" I replied, knowing damn well where Sirius was going with this as I watched him stroke his now semi-erect cock.

"Well, I've always wanted to fuck you in the ass, but we were never in that kind of relationship. Now that we are…" His voice trailed off.

"You want to fuck my ass?"

"Yes. I know you're clean and healthy, and when I was rimming your hole earlier, I had these exceedingly nasty thoughts of bending you over and stuffing my cock up your ass. Apparently you are not disgusted by that thought"

I didn't need any more encouragement. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of getting my ass reamed by Sirius's fat fuck stick. And he was right, this conversation had my dick so fucking hard it hurt.

I turned my back to Sirius and bent over, resting my hands on the tiled bench, "You may fill me, Sirius."

Sirius didn't need any further encouragement. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his now rock hard prick before lathering up my crack and working a lubed finger up my virgin hole.

"Damn your hole is fucking tight, mate," Sirius exhaled as he took turns working his long digits into my butt. The soap provided plenty of lube, and even when he stuffed his long thumb up my backdoor, I didn't mind at all.

As he worked first two and then three fingers together into my rump, I began to realize the predicament I was getting myself into. Sirius was being patient and taking his time, trying to stretch my arse slowly before he impaled me on his mighty manhood. But I knew no amount of advanced preparation was going to make my ass ready for his impending invasion. Besides, I was so fucking randy, I wanted to feel him screwing my ass right now.

"Thank you," I managed as he humped my hole with three soapy fingers. "But don't worry about me. Take my ass now, Sirius. Fuck my arse like I fucked your face before."

"That's what I wanted to hear, Severus," Sirius snarled, immediately falling into character as the aggressive, dominant top.

My grip on the tiled bench turned white knuckle as I looked back between my spread legs to see Sirius soaping up his massive boner. From this point of view, his cock looked enormous and I was going to have a front row seat to see him shove that beast up my poorly prepared asshole. With one hand, he grabbed my waist and used his other hand to steer his cockhead to the entrance of my backdoor. He rubbed his sudsy cock up and down my wet crack, teasing my hole as he applied light pressure against my sphincter.

I tried repeatedly to lean my weight back against his rod, driven insane with the desire to feel his prick violate my hole. Each time, he expertly shifted his weight and his cock simply rocked back and forth in my soapy crack, his nuts slapping against my butt cheeks.

"Beg for it Snape," he ordered.

"Please," I implored. "Stop teasing me I demand you fuck my virgin hole. I desire the feel of your hard cock stuffed up my ass." That was the closest I was getting to begging anyone, even my bondmate.

"That's better," Sirius replied. And with a sudden movement, he locked my waist in both hands and drove his lubed piston home, nearly half of his enormous cock buried up my butt in one swift thrust.

"Oh my fucking, sweet Nimue's shaved cunt," I yelled, the string of expletives echoing off the walls of the big shower. I couldn't imagine anything hurting as much as my ass currently hurt; not childbirth, not breaking a bone, hell, not even getting crucioed. My wind was knocked from my gut as I struggled to pull forward and free my ass from this sadistic bastard and his killer cock.

But Sirius held my hips firmly and continued to drive his weight against my ass, my head shoved up against the wall of the shower, my body no further escape route from his invading horde. In fact as I struggled, I could only push back off the shower wall which resulted in additional inches of Sirius's dick being shoved further down my tortured hole.

"You're going to fucking split me in two, Sirius," I struggled, barely able to vocalize words around the sheer pain I was fighting. A searing white heat enflamed my rectum as Sirius maintained a steady pressure on my puckered hole.

"That's the plan, slut," Sirius laughed as he continued to force his soap-covered cock deeper into my butt. "You really need to loosen up Sevvy because I sure like having your ass-meat wrapped around my prick. I think I'm going to take to this buttfucking real nice. I might fuck this prime piece of ass all goddamn day."

"You're one sick bastard," I exhaled, as I felt Sirius's hairy nuts brush against my ass. Looking back between my legs, I saw all but the last couple of inches of Sirius's rod buried in my stretched hole. My head was spinning and I saw stars swimming before my eyes; I thought I was going to pass out.

"Shut the fuck up and take it like a man, Sevvy," Sirius barked. "And quit all that squirming. I'll train that ass to love my cock."

Rather quickly, the pain in my ass began to subside, replaced first by a feeling of complete fullness. Sirius held firm and began to grind his cock into my stuffed ass. Although it started with pain I was suddenly receiving an amazing amount of physical pleasure from the constant grinding, I was amazed to see my cock was rock hard and leaking precum.

I reached back between my legs and massaged Sirius's balls, wrapping my hand around the base of his tool trying to extricate a few inches from my ass. I wanted him to start fucking me, but I refuse to ask.

Understanding my attempt to free my ass from his prolonged penetration, Sirius smiled, "That's it buddy. I knew you'd come around. So you want me to start fucking that butt do you?"

Before I could answer, he slowly withdrew several inches of his cock and began a slow, steady assault on my hole. As he initiated a steady fucking rhythm, the friction on my sphincter grew even more pleasurable. I quit trying to resist Sirius's forward thrusts and began to buck back against his torso, trying to match his movements and maximize his penetration. His cockhead found a magic spot deep inside my tortured rectum and as he continued to pound my ass, I began to moan.

"Oh, yea Snape, you like that don't you?" Sirius questioned.

"Fuck yes," I groaned, finally beginning to enjoy every inch of his big cock as it drilled my arse. "Fuck my ass, Sirius like you fuck our wife's pussy. Feed me that magnificent cock."

"That's so fucking hot Severus," Sirius moaned. "My cock is stretching your hole so wide. You're not gonna be able to walk right for a week."

"I don't fucking care," I exhaled. "Pound my hole into submission, man. I can't get enough of your cock."

For several minutes, Sirius pounded my ass with long, steady strokes. Periodically, Sirius would pull his dick from my hole and apply a new coating of soap suds before driving his rod back down my wide-open anus.

"Fuck," Sirius hissed as he continued to train my virgin butt. "Time for you to do some work."

He withdrew his tool and spun me around. As he sat on the bench, he lowered me down onto his towering tool. "Bounce up and down on it Professor," he commanded.

I didn't need any additional instruction as I lowered my ass down on his cock till his balls were grinding against mine. Sitting on Sirius's lap, I had close to a foot of dick shoved up my rear.

"Fuck Severus, you've got every inch of my cock buried in your ass," Sirius moaned. "Now fuck it."

I began doing squats on Sirius's lap, loving the feeling of his cock working in and out of me. He reached around and tweaked my nipples hard, sending additional spasms of pleasure shooting through my body. I bounced up and down on his pogo for several minutes, my own dick slapping against my belly as I fucked him like cheap whore. I resisted the urge to reach down and stroke my cock, sure that one quick jerk would send my dick over the edge into spasms of ejaculation. I could feel every pulsating vein of Sirius's angry cock as he trained my ass to take his full length, the warm water from the shower continuing to cascade over our naked, sweaty bodies.

Thank Merlin for Hot Water Runes, in a muggle shower we would have run out of hot water ages ago. Sirius slapped my ass hard and pushed me off his tool. He reached over and turned off the water before ordering me out of the shower, "Get up on the counter top, Snape. Yea right there."

I sat naked on the cold tile waiting for Sirius's next command. Still dripping wet, he stepped up, roughly grabbed my ankles and through them over his shoulders, my ass dangling over the counter edge, his cock poised at my stretched hole.

"I'm gonna fill your sexy little bum with my cum," Sirius announced as he entered me violently and resumed his furious fucking of my abused ass. With my legs up on his wide shoulders and my head back against the mirrored wall, I was a helpless fuck puppet to Sirius's powerful assault. In this position he pounded my ass for several more minutes before grabbing my waist and shoving every inch of his manhood up my hole. With a load grunt, Sirius tensed and erupted deep in my ass, his cock filling my hole with warm spunk. As I felt his cum filling my butt, my cock twitched violently and I shot a huge wad all over my belly and chest, my hand never touching my boner.

Sirius chuckled, "Guess I found your g-spot mate."

"Fuck yea," I exhaled, "I've never experienced a more intense orgasm. I believe that I would enjoy experiencing that while engaging Hermione." Sirius and I both shivered at the erotic thought. We showered, dressed and picked up both rooms, before making our way back down to the continuing party. We actually spent the rest of the party together. I stood for the rest of the event and for the first time in history, Sirius was an almost silent participant in his conversations.

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