Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: Just read that the filming for Deathly Hallows will be 54 weeks of shooting. Considering they would go and start filming almost right after they finished another movie, first thing the cast should do it take one very long break once they finish filming. Their film careers are finished anyways. Maybe Evanna or Emma can ring me up. Take a jumbo 'cross the water and all that. I'm a poor twenty year old college student with a fucking receding hairline, I can dream. Maybe when I'm rich and famous and can afford Rogain they'll return my phone calls. Anyways, I am aware that the last chapter was a short chapter, and that what looked to be the start of a lemon ended quickly. Nevertheless, it's a chapter and an update. As for the lemon ending before it could even be considered a lime, I have a reason for it as well. This is another short chapter, but it seemed like a decent spot to end it. As always, Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

REVIEW RESPONSES

leeko – Can't say.

RockinOn – All in good time.

DarkArtsMaster17 from FF.Net – Yes, I thought that if Malfoy wants to ride on daddy's coat-tails, he might as well ride them all they way to Hell.

Leria – Which is why it ended there. I've read stories where Harry will just move on and rape them then and there with no internal monologue or thought, which scenes like this need. The true sadist are those who end up snapping, cause pain to another living creature, only to find they enjoy it. No real sadist just wakes up one day and says “I want to hurt someone today.” or something to that effect. They are what you call inhuman.

To the others who reviewed, thank you.

Harry Potter and the Head of Black

Harry was sitting in the parlor room, looking towards one of the walls wondering what was happening to him. He had enjoyed using an Unforgivable on a person. While it wasn't something new, considering he had sent a botched Cruciatus as Bellatrix the night Sirius was killed, the fact that he shot one at Tonks while she looked like the murdering bitch was what caused him to not be able to sleep. It wasn't the fact that he was disgusted with himself though. No, it sure as hell wasn't that, though he knew he should be very disgusted with himself.

He enjoyed it.

He enjoyed watching as the Bellatrix-formed Tonks screamed in pain as the curse hit her. How she fell to the floor in agony and tears as her body convulsed. How she had begged through tears for him to stop. The way her body moved on it's own accord from the nerves being set on fire by the curse. How she had lost control of her bladder and bowels, something he thought would repulse him but only aroused him more.

He slowly got out of the chair and walked back towards the room he had been in, wondering briefly what he would find in there. When he had left, Tonks had reverted back to what he could only guess was her natural form. Pretty much the same body style, with only slightly smaller breast and long black hair instead of her normal short pink hair. He walked into the room to find her where he had left her after magically cleaning her body. He walked towards her and reached over to stroke her hair, his eyes still glued to her naked body. He let his hand travel down her body, a small part of him was yelling in his head that what he was doing was wrong. That what he was doing was rape. The majority of his mind told that small part to shut the hell up and grow a pair.

He cupped her breast in his hands, taking care to not the texture of them. The way they felt soft in his hands, how the nipples felt almost like they were made of rubber. His mouth watered ever so slightly as he thought about sucking them into his mouth and chewing on them. He briefly wondered what they would taste like before he slowly lowered his head towards her breast and extended his tongue, flicking it over her nipple. He heard her moan slightly, moving a bit to expose her breast even more as his brain tried to think of a way to describe what he had just tasted. Words had no meaning, no way, to describe how the nipples tasted. As he stayed there, his head an inch away from her breast, he could only come to one single conclusion on it before grabbing her breast and sucking the nipple into his mouth. He liked how the woman's nipples tasted.

He felt the rubbery nub start to harden as he sucked it, much like a babe would to it's mother. He shoved that thought forcefully from his mind, though, not wanting to be thinking about something innocent while he was doing something that was anything but. He softly raked his teeth against it, noting the moan that the unconscious woman made as he did so. He also noticed a different smell start to slowly permeate the room. He let go of the nipple in his mouth and sniffed the air, being attracted down towards Tonks' pubic region where her legs were crossed. He pushed a bit, causing her to roll onto her back, her legs spreading and opening in the process.

His eyes were immediately drawn towards her pussy, covered in a thin sheen of clear liquid. He absently noted that the smell was coming from the liquid, though this was more a subtle observation made by the few brain cells that weren't drawn to this most sacred of holes. His eyes memorized every part of it before his hand reached out on it's own accord and ran up her slit, causing her to moan louder. He brought his finger up to his eye and noted the liquid coating it. With some hesitation he brought it to his mouth and licked off the liquid, growing hard at the the taste. He knew that if someone looked up the word “bittersweet” that whatever this liquid was would be the definition. It was both bitter and sweet in its taste and scent. Truly erotic and highly arousing.

He reached back down and ran his finger along her slit again, collecting more of the liquid while Tonks moaned, looking like she was going to start to rouse. He paid no mind to her, though, as he continued to suck the liquid off of his finger before going back to collect more of it, all the while noticing that she was getting wetter. The smell was becoming intoxicating to him, and after a few more strokes of her slit he went for broke and lowered his head to her sex, his tongue extended as he lapped the liquid off of her slit. Tonks continued to rouse, muttering nonsense when he found another small nub. He remembered hearing in the dorm-room about a small nub women had called the clit, or as Dean liked to call it, “Nature's Rubix Cube” due to its ability to confuse men, or so he said. Harry had no idea if this was true, but only did the mental equivalent of a shrug before sucking the nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he did with her nipples. It was in doing this that Tonks woke up with a scream of pure pleasure. He took the scream as a sign that he was doing something right, and continued to do it. He noticed that she was literally dripping wet and more out of instinct he pushed a finger into her opening, felling it simply glide right into her. She let out a moan as her hands gripped the side of his head, forcing hi face into her sex. He continued to move his finger in and out of her before slipping in another finger. She only moaned even more, causing him to smirk at the thought that he was causing this to her.

The smell, the taste, and her moaning in pleasure was all causing the blood in Harry's body to flow from one head to his other head, causing his erection to become painful from being trapped in its denim prison. He moved his free hand down to unzip and unbutton his jeans before pushing them off, removing both the jeans and his boxers in one swift movement. He knew what he wanted, knew that regardless of what Tonks wanted she would be helpless to stop him. He was the master of the house. He was the head of the house. He was the master, she was the slave. If he wanted sex from her, she would be powerless to stop him. He let go of her clit and scooted up her body, his hard dick positioned at her opening. He looked up into her eyes and saw something in them, a look of resigned submission.

“Make yourself infertile.” he said, his voice deep from lust. Tonks merely looked up at him, an unreadable expression on her face before her eyes cleared up.

“Harry, I-”

A loud smack filled the air as Harry backhanded her, causing her to scream out in pain and shock. She turned and looked up at him, the shock clearly seen in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something only to have Harry backhand her again.

“I am the master!” he yelled, hitting her again, something inside of him snapping even more. He didn't know where this side of him was coming from, nor did he care. “You are the slave! You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it!” he said loudly as he grasped her neck with his left hand and started to squeeze. Tonks started to choke underneath him as he looked into her pleading eyes. “The next words out of your mouth have better be 'Yes, Master' if you don't want to be hit again. Do I make myself clear to you, slave?” he asked, getting her to nod her head yes as her eyes glazed over. He held his hand around her neck for a few more moments before releasing, causing her to take in a large breath before coughing, turning her head so not to cough on him.

“Yes, Master.” she said, her voice slightly raspy and she looked down and away slightly. Harry felt a slight movement near the top of her pubic region before she looked back into his eyes. “It is done, Master.”

“Good.” he said, placing the head of his penis against her opening. The heat radiating from her was enough to cause him to want to just thrust in, and he could tell he was losing what little control he had. “One more thing I want you to do.” he said, looking at her. “And by 'want' I mean am commanding you to do. Turn yourself into a virgin.”

“Harry?” she asked quietly, her eyes clearing up. All this did was cause him to hit her again several times, stopping when her face started to show signs of bruising.

“I said to call me 'Master' you filthy bitch!” he yelled, deciding to hit her again. “The next time you call me something other than 'Master' I will simply crucio you until you fucking die!”

“Yes, Master.” she said, her eyes once again going clouded and slightly glazed over. A moment passed before she opened her mouth to speak again. “It is done, Master.”

“Good.” he said, shoving into her in one solid motion, causing her to scream out in pain as he let out a strangled moan.

If he were to be asked later to recount how his first time felt, he would have been hard pressed to tell someone. The things he had done to Tonks leading up to him shoving into her he could remember rather well and in very vivid detail, due to the old saying that smell is a good way to recall memories. The scent of the liquid that had poured out of Tonks' sex while he was eating her out was one that he would smell many times each day until the day he died. The last coherent thought that he had, though, was of the extreme heat that her sex was giving off as he shoved into her, breaking her reformed hymen with complete ease. From then on though was nothing but a sex-induced haze.

He almost shot off on the first thrust, the feeling of her tight sex combined with her inner walls squeezing him in ways he never thought possible, making it feel as those dozens of tiny hands were stroking and jerking him off. As he pulled out, taking no notice to the tears in Tonks' eyes, he felt an almost vacuum-like sensation start to grow. Once he was all the way out with only the tip of the head of his penis still inside of her, he quickly shoved back into her as hard as he could, trying to shove into her as far as he possibly could. The sensations were beyond intoxicating, causing him to become addicted to it, addicted to sex. He continued the quick in and out thrust a few more times before he felt himself go rigid as he shot his load as deep into her as possibly could. He quickly felt drained and collapsed on top of Tonks, rolling off of her before sleep overtook him.

-

On the outskirts of the small town of Ottery St. Catchpole, two teenage girls were walking towards a hidden-away watering hole that they had used for swimming ever since they were two young girls who were to young to attend Hogwarts. Now the two girls, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood, were home for the summer holidays. They had both been healed of their injuries that they had sustained when they followed Harry to the Department of Mysteries to try in vein to save his godfather and stop Voldemort. On this night, however, there was no Voldemort, no school, no Harry Bloody Potter to get them in danger. There was just themselves, the small lake, and the privacy charms they had set up around the area to make sure they were no interrupted during their stay. They stripped out of their clothing and got into the water.

“I still don't understand why you shave, Luna.” Ginny said, looking at the blond girl across from her in the water. She leaned back against a rock that was close to the edge, spreading her legs open before running her hand down towards a patch of red hair above her opening. She smiled at the blond girl, causing her to laugh airily.

“It keeps the nargles away.” she said, swimming over to the nude redhead to give her a kiss on the lips while running her hand up her thigh. “That and it makes oral sex much more enjoyable for the other person.”

“Are you saying that you don't like eating my pussy?” Ginny asked, looking at the girl.

“I did not say that.” she replied, sitting next to her. “I am only saying that hairless is be-” she said, suddenly stopping.

“Luna?” Ginny asked, touching the girl on her shoulder.

“The house of fire shall split in two, one shall live, two shall die. When two shall die so will the One with the power to defeat the Dark Lord. His destiny will be fulfilled and the power he has lost will return. The daughter of the goddess and the daughter of the moon shall become his throne, the mighty squib shall become his second. From the ash of the world shall arise his kingdom, ever moving. The house of fire shall split in two, one shall live, two shall die.” Luna said, her voice deep and raspy. Ginny looked at her in shock when the blond girl suddenly shook her head and continued speaking.

“-tter, don't you think Ginny?” she asked, looking at her redheaded friend. “Ginny?”

-

Dumbledore looked over the assorted group in front of him, noting the missing people. He knew that Tonks would no longer be showing up to the Order meetings, and was willing to bet most of his fortune that both Remus and the Weasleys would be absent as well. He was surprised to find both Alestor “Mad-Eye” Moody and Kingsly Shacklebolt missing from the group as well. Add that to the even more shocking exclusion of his spy in Voldemort's ranks, Severus Snape, and his paramilitary group seemed to have lost its importantce. With a sigh, he rose up to address the group.

“I call this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix open.” he said, looking at the group. “As I am sure you are all aware, the reading of Sirius Black's will was this morning at Gringotts. To sum it up, Sirius left almost everything to Harry, including the now former Headquarters and young Nymphadora Tonks as a human sex slave.” he said. While not completely true, it was close enough to the truth. “One of the first things Harry did upon leaving Gringotts was recast the Fidelus charm over the house with, according to the Order members whom were there, himself as the secret keeper. As such, all meetings until further notice shall be conducted here in the Great Hall.” he said before having the people give their reports on the various happenings. Most were routine until they came to the last one, a figure sitting at the end of the table wearing a goblin-made concealment cloak worn by an Unspeakable. The person rose up and cleared his throat.

“The Ministry is in complete disarray.” the Unspeakable said, a charm keeping the sex of the person hidden. “Between the people wanting the Minister's head on a plate due to the announcement of the Dark Lord's return and the fact that that the people want his head because we are not prepared for war, the place has literally fallen apart. The Department of Mysteries is also going through hard times due to the battle that took place there. However, the Ministry is also hoping to capitalize on what has happened. They plan to have plaques in various places, including one in the Hall of Prophecies stating where the first spell that started the Blood War was fired. They are hoping that these plaques will raise the overall morale of the Ministry employees by saying that a bunch of kids went up against the Dark Lord's Inner Circle and the Dark Lord himself, only getting a handful of injuries in response.

“Even if the Minister had admitted to the Dark Lord's return a year ago, the odds are he would still be in this mess that he has gotten himself into.” the Unspeakable continued. “When the word got out that the Dark Lord had indeed returned, Bones had a group of Aurors storm the Minister's office to see if he had any other damning evidence. What they found was truly shocking.”

“More shocking then You-Know-Who coming back from the dead?” one of the Order members asked, looking at the person.

“Yes.” came the simple reply before the Unspeakable went more in depth. “They found a list of bribes from every walking Death Eater as well as bribes to ignore several...questionable items.” the Unspeakable said, starting to notice Dumbledore looking slight afraid when the bribes were mentioned.

“Yes, thank you.” Dumbledore said, rising up. The Unspeakable merely nodded his head in Dumbledore's direction before sitting down. “As I am also sure you have noticed, we are missing members of our group. While it is obvious the young Nymphadora will no longer being attending these meetings, the absence of both Remus Lupin and the Weasley clan is both unfortunate but not unexpected. The absence of both Mad-Eye and Shackelbolt, as well as Severus, however, is unnerving.”

“Pet Death Eater has flown the coup.” the Unspeakable said softly, causing a few to snort.

“Yes, well.” Dumbledore said, looking at the group. “I call this meeting to a close.” he said, watching as his remaining people started to get up and walk out of the Great Hall.

“Where are you, you stupid idiot?” he muttered before making his way back towards his office.

-

Severus Snape, Potions Master, Potions Instructor for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and all around git, looked down at the letter in his hands. He knew that the person he was writing it for would probably never trust him, but it was needed. He had already sent off a letter to Dumbledore giving the man his resignation. All that he needed now was to see if the letter in his hands would go over in the way he wanted it to. He could only hope it would.

It was, after all, his last chance.