What a Witch Needs

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Here we go again:


Whisked Away

The four of them appeared in a small, dark room that was almost as small as a closet. “Where are we?” Hermione asked, expecting to have been in Gringotts or at least Diagon Alley.

“It’s quite all right,” Mr. Edwards piped in. “Just let me find the knob.” They waited, listening as Mr. Edwards shuffled around by the wall. When he opened a door, the light flooded in revealing that they were indeed in Gringotts in a small room just off the lobby. “Not many port keys are given that go directly into Gringotts. This is a secure room in which the goblins allow a select few to arrive in. Dumbledore is one of them.”

Suddenly a goblin stuck his head around the door and looked them over. “Who sent you?” he ordered.

Mr. Edwards puffed out his chest and said, “Professor Dumbledore has sent us. I’m bringing some students from Hogwarts. One is going to make a withdrawal.”

The goblin nodded and said, “Well, don’t just stand there. Go on!”

They left the room and walked out into the lobby, followed by the goblin that discovered them. When they reached the front counter, a goblin peered down his long nose at them and said, “May I help you?”

“My client, Lady Marlston, would like to have access to her vaults,” Mr. Edwards said importantly.

The goblin’s eyes snapped to Hermione’s face and he said, “Marlston? Did you say Marlston?”

“That is correct,” Mr. Edwards said.

“There are no more Marlstons,” the goblin stated suspiciously.

“I assure you there is one and she is standing right here,” Mr. Edwards said as he put the papers on the goblins desk. The goblin looked them over and then looked back at the lawyer.

“You’re not the first to try to get into those vaults and you’re not the first to show me papers,” the goblin sneered. “I’ll let you go to the vaults as I did the others. But I must tell you that the others never returned. No one will ever get into those vaults but a true Marlston.” The goblin looked at them expectantly, waiting for them to back away and change their minds.

They just stood there, however, waiting. Then Mr. Edwards said, “I assure you the claim is valid.”

“We shall see,” the goblin sneered. “Jarmy!” he yelled. Another goblin came from a door behind him. “Take these four to the Marlston vaults.” The other goblin’s eyes became wide with fear.

“Not me, sir!” Jarmy said. “I’m busy doing something else.” He was backing his way to where he came from.

The clerk goblin turned his head and glared at Jarmy. “You’ll be taking them to the vaults or else!” he threatened.

Draco glanced worriedly at Harry. What in bloody hell was the problem?

Jarmy stood there, looking like he wanted to bolt while the clerk put a paper in front of Mr. Edwards and said, “Every one of you that’s going down there will need to sign this.”

Mr. Edwards offered the quill first to Hermione. Then Harry and Draco signed before the lawyer. When all was done they turned to follow Jarmy who mumbled to himself, glancing back in irritation at the four of them for having to do this task. When they reached the boarding room, Jarmy snapped, “Leave your trunks here!” He waited for them to board the waiting mine car.

Before Hermione boarded, she looked at the goblin and said, “Excuse me, but can you please tell me what you are so apprehensive about? Is there something wrong with the Marlston vaults?”

He looked at her incredulously. “Wrong? Wrong?” he growled. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong. It’s wrong that I have to risk my neck taking you down to that… that… place!”

“What’s the risk?” Draco asked.

“A fire drake sir, the worst dragon there is,” Jarmy answered. He turned to Hermione and said, “You best be a Marlston miss, or we aren’t coming back.”

“Oh my!” Mr. Edwards exclaimed. “How will the dragon be able to tell if she’s a Marlston?”

“If the vaults don’t open for her, he’ll come for us,” Jarmy replied.

“Well, then we’ll have nothing to worry about,” Mr. Edwards said nervously. They all went into the car and Jarmy pulled a series of levers in an order that no one possibly memorize so quickly.

The car took off, twisting and turning wildly through caverns and caves, under waterfalls and crystal formations. Lower and lower they descended and the air grew increasingly warmer the lower they went. They began sweating and wiping at their foreheads as the ride went on. For thirty three minutes they traveled before they came to a very steamy cavern. Small fires burned in various places and the walls were blackened with soot. The tracks of the car went low over a lake which they noticed was bubbling like water in a boiling pot.

“Fuck, it’s hot in here!” Harry exclaimed. Mr. Edwards flashed him a look of disapproval at Harry’s choice of words. He shook his head, thinking how trashy the younger generation spoke these days. Draco snickered at the look on Mr. Edwards’ face.

The car began to slow and they quietly rolled along the top of the water towards an island in the middle of the underground lake. They noticed Jarmy looking about with wide eyes as if the dragon was getting ready to strike. Hermione looked around as well. “Where is he?” she whispered.

“Shh…” Jarmy whispered. “If he’s sleeping, it’s best not to wake him.”

Hermione gasped as a rotted cow’s head floated under the car and away in the bubbling, churning water. “That’s what we feed him, miss,” Jarmy said. “We have goblins that take care of feeding the dragons. Dangerous job, that is.”

When the car reached the island it pulled to a stop and Jarmy tentatively got out and waved to them to do the same. They made their way to a path that was lit with torches in which Jarmy had lit with a wave of his hand. The ground beneath their feet was burnt black and they realized that the dragon must have indeed got any imposters who had tried to enter the Marlston vaults.

They came to a huge metal door built into the rock. On it were intricate symbols and drawings of dragons and serpents, intertwined with each other. Hermione, Harry and Draco studied the pictures, feeling that there was something strange about them but not knowing exactly what it was.

“Give me your hand, miss,” Jarmy said, interrupting her musings.

Hermione looked at Jarmy who was now holding a knife in one hand. “Why?” she asked nervously.

“You need to feed the dragon,” Jarmy said, pointing down at the stone head of a dragon on the rock wall next to the large door. Its head was looking upwards and its mouth was open. “It will only accept true Marlston blood. It’s the only way to open the door.”

Hermione glanced at Harry and Draco, who came up behind her to look at the dragon head and the knife. Draco held out his hand to Jarmy and said, “I’ll do it.”

Jarmy glared at Draco in suspicion and then gave him the knife. Hermione placed one of her hands in his as Harry put his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. “I’ll be quick, love,” Draco said to her. He pulled out his wand and did a sterilization spell on the knife. Then he slashed the side of her palm as quick as he could. Holding her hand over the mouth of the dragon, he massaged some blood out of the wound. Mr. Edwards was standing ready with a handkerchief when she pulled her hand back and he helped her wrap it around her hand.

Jarmy held his hand out for his knife but Draco looked at him and said, “In a moment.” He took his wand again and cleansed the knife free of Hermione’s blood. Jarmy gave him an angry glare as Draco handed the knife back to him. Draco turned to Hermione and said, “Never let anyone keep any of your blood.”

“Nothing’s happening,” Harry said, looking at the door.

“Just wait for the blood to do its work,” Jarmy said.

They jumped as the ground shook beneath their feet and a flame shot out across the lake behind them.

“Uh, how long do we have to wait?” Harry asked in growing alarm. It seems the dragon was going to wake up after all.

Just then the large metal door began to tremble and groan, having been shut for so long. “Back away!” Jarmy yelled as he scurried backwards. The rest of them followed suit and watched as the huge metal door pushed itself open, creaking loudly as its large hinges were forced to move.

A large roar was heard coming from the direction of the lake and more fire shot into the air as the flapping of gigantic wings could be heard. They watched as an enormous dragon flew over the water, boiling the lake further with its searing flame.

“Into the vault!” yelled Jarmy, and they all ran through the opened metal door and into a dark tunnel. Pushing into each other they finally felt they were a comfortable distance away from the entrance and Jarmy once again waved his hand and lit the torches along the wall.

“I thought you said he wouldn’t attack us if the door opened,” Draco snapped at Jarmy.

“He’s not attacking us,” Jarmy said. “He just woke up. He’ll see the door open and know we’re allowed to be in here.” Those words didn’t seem to reassure them very well as Jarmy still looked nervous as well.

But Draco stopped arguing when his eyes caught the sight before him. Now that the torches were lit, they all could feast their eyes upon a treasure which would have made Solomon weep. They were in a large circular enclosure and on all side were doors that had just slid open when the entrance opened. Thirteen vaults piled high with treasures surrounded them on all sides. They all turned and looked in amazement at the mountains of gold coins, furnishings, jewels, statues and ornaments around them.

Draco put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder and said in amazement, “Merlin, Hermione! You could take over the world with all this and hardly make a dent in it!”

Hermione gave him an amused look, “Take over the world?”

He laughed and said, “Just an expression. You are now the richest person I know, and I know a lot of them.” Draco walked off towards a vault to examine the treasures up close.

Harry smiled in amusement and looked at Hermione, “Draco’s in heaven.”

“What am I ever going to do with it all?” Hermione said, dumbstruck.

Harry shrugged, “Whatever you want I suppose.” He put his arm around her and kissed her cheek.

Jarmy pulled out an inventory parchment and said, “Take what you want, miss, and then we’ll mark it down here.”

Mr. Edwards walked over to Jarmy’s side and glanced at the parchment. “Is there anything on there about a key to Marlston Manor? Which vault can we find it in?”

Jarmy ran his finger down the list, muttering as he went. “The only key on the list is in vault seven,” Jarmy announced. Hermione, Mr. Edwards, Harry and Jarmy went into vault number seven and looked about.

“It will be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Harry announced, looking at the vast amount of treasure surrounding them.

“No, it won’t,” Hermione smiled. “Accio key!” she stated clearly. A pile of coins began to shake and tumble as a key flew out of the middle and landed in Hermione’s open hand.

“I forgot about that,” smiled Harry.

“Hey, would you look at this?” Draco called from another vault. They turned their heads and watched as he came around the corner with a cape on. It was made entirely of emeralds and diamonds. He waggled his eyebrows and said, “What do you think?”

“A bit flashy, even for a peacock like you,” Harry said.

Draco laughed, “I know. I’ve just never seen anything like it. You should see all the stuff in here. It’s amazing.”

“I’ve never seen you so excited before,” Harry laughed. “You’re definitely in your element.”

“You’re not going to leave here without some of this stuff, are you love?” Draco asked Hermione.

“I suppose we may need to purchase some things for Marlston. Who knows what shape that place will be in,” she answered.

Jarmy held out a bag and said, “Take your pick, miss.” Hermione took the bag and handed it to Draco. He grinned in excitement as he stuffed it with gold coins, jewels and other trinkets.

When they were done looking around, they carefully made their way towards the entrance, looking out for any sign of the dragon. Little fires burned here and there, but the dragon was no where to be seen. Jarmy sighed in relief. “I think he’ll let us through,” he said. Carefully making their way back to the car, they all sighed in relief that the fire drake had not pursued.

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After spending a little time in Mr. Edward’s office on Diagon Alley, the trio found themselves with the lawyer standing in a circle of stones reminiscent of a miniature Stonehenge. They had used a port key to Marlston Village as no port keys would ever take anyone to the manor house itself. “Where’s the village?” Hermione asked in confusion.

Mr. Edwards began to walk out of the stone circle towards a small hillock. “It should be just over this little hill,” he said, “come along.” As he walked further he sensed that the three teenagers were no longer following behind him and he stopped. Turning around he noticed they were still in the circle of stones. A memory came back to him of something he had witnessed here once and he exclaimed, “Oh no!” He hurried back towards the stones but found he was too late.

Immediately upon materializing among the stones, the three teens were overcome by the pulsing energy they felt around them. This definitely was a place of power! Hermione turned her head around and noticed that in the middle of the circle was a ten foot stone penis and for some strange reason the combination of the energy she was feeling and the sight of the stone made her vaginal walls convulse. She whimpered and staggered towards the stone penis as if she had no choice. She wrapped her arms about its immense girth and began lovingly rubbing her face against the cool stone and kissing it.

Harry and Draco were affected by the energy as well. Strange feelings rolled through their bellies and they felt their cocks harden with need. They staggered against the stones and tried to clear their heads from the heavy feeling.

“I think you three should come out of there quickly,” Mr. Edwards said from just outside the circle.

“What’s happening?” Harry said shakily, leaning against a stone.

“This place was used for ancient fertility rights and later it was used for sexual rituals,” Mr. Edwards explained. “There is still a lot of energy left in the stones. Please come out as quickly as possible.”

At that moment Hermione let out a sexy moan and all heads turned to see her leaning against the stone phallus, her face flushed and her hands massaging her breasts under her sweater. Her head rolled back against the stone as she looked from Harry to Draco and said breathlessly, “Please… I need you.”

The boys needed no incentives to go to her; they were both so randy themselves. Draco pulled her into a wild kiss as Harry came behind her and replaced her hands with his under her sweater, kneading her aching boobs while he ground his hard-on onto her ass. He bent his head, sucking at her neck while she brought two legs up and wrapped them around Draco, moving her weeping pussy against him. Then she broke the kiss with Draco and threw her head back, moaning “Fuck me, fuck me.”

Mr. Edwards stood in shock as he watched them ravishing each other. But he also felt another part of his body reacting as well. His own cock sprang to life as he watched Lady Marlston begging to be fucked. When she dropped her legs so that the boys could drop their trousers, she lifted up the front of her sweater, exposing her nice tits in a lacy black bra. Mr. Edwards had lost his ability to speak at the sight. His hand traveled to his cock and he began rubbing himself through the material. He groaned when the dark haired wizard reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off of her. Would she allow him to join in? Mr. Edwards pulse quickened at the thought. She was allowing those two, wasn’t she? Perhaps she didn’t care who joined in as long as she was pleasured.

Harry was now lubricating his cock as Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist again, impaling herself on his hard cock while Draco leaned back against the stone phallus. Hermione began bouncing on his hard rod, needing to be filled so badly. When Harry positioned himself at her anus, she screamed, “Yes, Harry, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, fuck everything!” Harry pushed into her, feeling Draco’s hard cock in her other passage. It felt great to move against each other while still in Hermione. Hermione moaned and whimpered with pleasure, kissing Draco passionately while Harry moved his cock in and out of her rear hole.

Mr. Edwards couldn’t stand it anymore. His feet began moving towards them, wanting to join in and letting the sexual energy of the place fill his body. He stopped in his tracks when Harry’s face swung towards him, his eyes unnaturally dark and growled, “You touch her, you die!” Harry continued shoving his cock into Hermione as he watched Mr. Edwards back up and settle down against one of the standing stones. Mr. Edwards resigned himself to wanking off as he watched the three teens frantically fucking.

Hermione loved the incredible feeling of being filled with two cocks. Having these two sexy wizards fulfilling her needs and knowing that they would do so again made her extremely happy. She broke her kiss with Draco and breathlessly said, “I love you both so much.” Draco rasped back, “I love you too,” just before he came, spurting his seed in her and grunting with the intense pleasure of it. He stayed in her as Harry continued fucking her ass and he reached between their bodies to finger her clit. Hermione moaned and wiggled as Draco moved his finger quickly over her pleasure nub and soon she was screaming as her body convulsed and shook with her orgasm. When she came, she brought Harry with her and he grabbed her around her waist tightly and shoved his cock deep as he began to spurt his seed.

Holding on to each other, they remained sandwiched together, letting their breaths come back to normal, placing soft kisses on each other’s shoulders and neck. They were surprised to hear a loud groan off to the side and when they turned their heads to look they saw Mr. Edwards sitting against a stone with his hand down his trousers. His eyes were shut in relaxation after his orgasm. When he opened them again, he saw all three of them staring at him and he quickly pulled his hand free of his pants and stood up.

“Yes, well,” he said nervously. “That was pleasant. Shall we continue to the village?”

Harry, Hermione and Draco laughed and then straightened their clothing. They had actually fucked in front of Mr. Edwards! And the strange thing was, they didn’t care.
These stones certainly had some strange energy, they thought.

They were feeling much better now that they had all orgasmed and made their way out of the stone circle. They followed Mr. Edwards over the hillock and had a good view of Marlston Village down below.

“I didn’t realize Marlston was also a village,” Hermione said.

“Yes,” Mr. Edwards said. “Many witches and wizards are attracted by the power of Marlston.”

“Looks like an extended version of Knockturn Alley,” frowned Draco.

Harry’s eyes scanned over the village and the people that were milling about. “They’re dark wizards, all of them,” Harry said.

Draco frowned further, “Yes, dark wizards of the peasant class. We could be running this town by the end of the week.”

“Why would we want to do that?” Harry asked, looking at Draco in surprise.

Draco turned and studied Harry’s face. “Oh no you don’t, Harry,” he said in warning. “Don’t you dare play Mr. Nice Guy Gryffindor in front of those people down there. They are not going to give you the proper respect if you do. BE the Dark Lord. This is a good opportunity for you to practice controlling dark wizards.”

“What do you want me to do?” Harry laughed. “Start killing people?”

“No, just don’t take crap from anyone. Force them to respect you and they will. No one wants to be the follower of a weak Lord,” Draco explained. He looked Harry over, hoping Harry wouldn’t mess things up. “Just don’t go around saying ‘Hello, how are you?’ all right?”

“Fine,” Harry grumped.

They walked down the hillock and into the village, causing all the witches and wizards to stop and stare at them suspiciously. It seemed that visitors were rare here. “Excuse me,” Mr. Edwards said to a man standing near a candle shop. The man straightened himself and glared at Mr. Edwards. All four of them became nervous as the villagers began to circle around them, enclosing them, waiting for them to state their business. “We are looking for transport to Marlston Manor. Would you know anyone who could aid us?”

The man’s untrusting eyes flicked over Mr. Edwards and then looked at the three teens. When his eyes fell upon Harry, he paused in surprise. Then he looked back to Mr. Edwards and said, “What business have you there?” He turned his head and let a wad of spit fly out to the ground.

“Our own business,” Draco piped in before Mr. Edwards could answer.

The man grinned in amusement and some of the other villagers snickered behind them. “No one goes to Marlston Manor,” he said. “Marlston comes for you.”

Mr. Edwards looked at the man in confusion. “I don’t understand?”

An old hag came pushing past the man and got up close to Mr. Edwards’ face, her bulging eyes and large nose taking his measure. She shook her head as if dissatisfied with him and then turned her attention to the teens. She locked eyes with Hermione and everyone watched as a pleased expression grew on her face. “Yes, yes,” she said in a crackly voice. Then she went up to Draco and put a hand on his chest. Draco took a step back in disgust which only made the hag cackle in glee. “Yes, miss, he’s a lusty one, he is,” she mumbled. Then she came to Harry and looked up into his face. The smile disappeared from her face. She placed a boney hand on his cheek and said in amazement, “You have come.”

She began to shuffle away through the crowd, pushing them aside as she called back, “Follow me.”

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A/N Hope you enjoyed that. Lots of surprises await during their time at Marlston.

I wanted to get this chapter out to you before Book 6 comes out on Saturday as I know we’ll all be busy reading that book. Happy reading!

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