Harem of the Ancient House of Potter

Harem of the Ancient House of Potter

Year's Beginning

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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Reviewer Responses

MarksPet: Take a cold shower, that ought to cool you down...lol! You'll find out a little more about the bastard daughter, right now...hehehe.

Malfaeous: Thanks. I think Luna has something to do with that. Harry's going to have problems controling that part of him. And, here's another chapter for you.

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Harry sighed as he made his way back to his private common room. He wasn't going to bother phasing due to the fact that he was still pissed off about the meeting he had just had with the slimy git and the portrait that were still running this school and were trying to run the war from behind the scenes.

"Enjoy the words of our glorious headmaster?"

He turned to see her, the one that had made Grindelwald's men, that had been decked out in Death Eater robes, and had chased than all off with one damn spell. Then, she had tried to bring Hermione down a peg, and he was the only one who had the right to do that!

"Good, I thought I'd have a chance to talk to you. I will not have you provoke my Alpha nor will I have you put her in her place. That is my job," Harry said glaring up into those bright blue eyes.

"Maybe you ought to leash her. Oh wait...you already do - along with the rest of those foolish witches that follow you for a reason that only Merlin knows," she spat back.

"Get your head out of your arse, girl. I know that Sirius was a git at times, but don't start lumping me into the same category as your housemate Malfoy."

"And why should I believe that you're any different? You have a penis don't you?"

His demon was roaring to the surface. His eyes darkened and he growled at her. However, it wasn't a 'I'm going to kill you' growl, it was a 'I'm going to put you in your place' growl. Caley took a step back. It wasn't out of fear, she knew she could take him in a fight, but it was what that growl was making her feel. An intense heat that she had never felt before built up between her legs, flaring as she looked at Harry's eyes again, making her bite her lip and suppress a throaty moan as her panties stuck to her skin, gasping as her clit rapidly engorged and began rubbing against the cotton fabric.

Harry's demon could see the results of his influence and gave a sinister grin. The voluptuous, strong-willed girl was literally melting in front of him. Her chest was heaving, her nipples growing erect and poking out from her uniform shirt through her bra. Her breath was growing heavier and her eyes were slightly glazed as she grimaced and clenched her fists, struggling to focus.

"Someone needs to put you in your place," he said, his Parseltongue starting to come out. "I am the head of the House of Black, and as such, that should be me! You are of Sirius' blood, therefore you're also of my blood! Why do you think your aunts are members of my harem? Bellatrix and Narcissa were amongst the first women I released from their unfortunate situations!"

"Unfortunate?" Caley spat. "Is that what you call it, then?" The newly sorted Slytherin gasped again and struggled to stand up straight. "Stop that! You ought to know that multi-form animagi can understand Parseltongue if they have a form of a snake at their disposal," she growled.

"So?" he hissed, his demon in full control. His demon pushed a wave of his aura out from his body, the invisible force nearly knocking Caley from her feet, making her entire body shudder as her virgin cunt clenched and gushed, Caley using her incredible focus to keep her essence from soaking through the too-thin material of her knickers.

"Damn you, you are a male speaker and I can turn into a female snake! You have more power over female snakes than male snakes."

Frustrated and seething with anger at Harry's ease of control over her, Caley pounced with inhuman speed and then jumped back after her knee came in contact with his groin. His demonic focus mitigated some of the pain, but getting your balls crushed hurts no matter how muted the feeling might be. The flaring pain that radiated from his groin and shot through his body momentarily paralyzed him, knocking him to the stone floor. He growled again, his demonic aura focusing its power automatically and the raven-haired girl opposing him moaned audibly as she started to gush again, losing her focus and feeling fluid soak through her knickers and stream down her inner thighs. She gasped in shock, anger and an unexpectedly intense wave of pleasure, her legs squeezing together as if to try and stop the flow of the lubricant that betrayed her arousal as it dripped from her thighs onto the stone floor before she shifted into the form of a leopard and bounded away from him as fast as she could. Harry's demon watched, sensing her musk, even in her changed form as she hurried to escape from his influence.

'I'll have you soon enough...' his demon thought just before his humanity regained control and he slammed his fist into the stone floor. He stood back up, gingerly, holding his hand protectively over his crotch before he took a few careful steps and continued on his way.

'Bloody hell, sex is a sodding narcotic for that side of me, and if I can't sate that half of me...shit! I might ought to think about...no, that's what the old man wanted and I'm tired of doing what he wants, even if he is dead. I guess I'll need to start quietly building a resistance to Snape and rid Hogwarts of that git once and for all.'

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"Something wrong?" Pansy asked. In response, Caley transformed into a lioness and roared in her face, making the head girl hide in her bed.

"Back off before I make you uglier than you already are," Caley snarled. Millicent stood and tried to make herself look intimidating to the other girl, but the height disadvantage the large girl had impaired that.

"Get her Millie," Pansy snarled, but Caley throw one punch and Millicent's left eye was swollen shut.

"Get this straight, I'm the Alpha snake in this house now, no matter if you are head girl or not, got that?" she snarled and went to her bed, climbing in and magically whisking the curtains of the four-poster shut before she looked down at her ruined panties and swore to herself. This was going to be harder than she thought. Sighing, the impulsive witch removed her clothes and performed a Scourgify spell on herself before she changed into fresh knickers and closed her eyes, battling the throbbing heat between her thighs, feeling disgusted with herself as she attempted to sleep.

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"Would anyone care to even guess what's going on in there?" Blaise asked.

"No," Draco answered. "That bastard daughter showing up has certainly caused a lot of people - including Potty - to become quite uncomfortable."

"You going to try to get her?" Nott asked.

"Are you a sodding idiot? She's a Black and answers to him! Plus, she's a bastard child. I'd ruin the name of Malfoy by shagging that," Draco spat back.

"Speaking of shagging, I think there's a way to start getting back at Potter. True, most of his harem will be confined to their private room up in the tower of lions, but there are students still in that harem. Gabrielle and Su Li are the weak links. Su Li is probably the best to go after first," Blaise began.

"Best for what?" Draco asked.

Nott rolled his eyes, "My father was given a message to pass along to us. We are to cause as much trouble for Potter and his harem as possible. That includes violating, raping and abusing any of his precious witches."

"Your father was tasked to pass that along?" Draco asked disbelievingly.

"My father has found new favor with the Dark Lord. So if that little Ravenclaw is vulnerable, and any of us are nearby, we fuck the bitch raw," Nott growled.

"And how will Edgecombe take that?" Blaise shot back.

"I'll just keep my cock in Li's mouth. She doesn't deserve to have my seed in her cunt," Nott said with a grin. "Besides, she's got other holes we can fill. I've always wanted to see if that Asian's ass is as tight as I think it is. All those martial arts she practices must do something to tone it. And when we're done with her we'll leave no doubt to Potter who his witches really serve. We'll turn each one into our own personal cum sluts," Nott said with a sinister grin, his own cock twitching at the very thought of what he was going to do to that tight Ravenclaw ass.

"Ok, so what do we do about tall and bitchy?" Draco asked, beginning to see the advantage of Nott's plan.

"I'll contact my father and tell him about that Black bitch," Nott replied. "The Dark Lord will know exactly what to do."

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"She's as strong and stubborn as an ox and is as powerful as Dumbledore," Harry commented. "I'm the only one that stands any chance of winning any sort of a confrontation against her."

"Harry," Susan began, "it's clear that Snape wants you gone."

"I know that we've got to be on our best behavior here, but if we're going to get thrown out, let me be the cause of it. So don't go plotting something that'll get to Snape's ears without running it by me first, 'Mione. I don't want to find her tied up in our bedroom, if you can even get that feat accomplished," Harry said. However, the look he gave Hermione said that there would be no punishment for her if she could actually get that done.

"Harry, some of us that aren't at good in combat want to go off the protections," Anastasia tentatively brought up. Hermione glared at her, annoyed that the older woman would go over her head to ask Harry that. "I know that some of us can be of better use to you away from the battlefield. We have certain existing...talents...that we can use elsewhere," she smiled and blushed, knowing that Harry knew what she meant.

"Anastasia, you want to bear my child during this war?" Harry asked.

"I have every confidence," she began and stroked his cheek and rubbed her curvacious body against him, "that you can protect us."

The demon hummed in pleasure, having its ego stroked like that was almost like his cock getting stroked. However, Harry's human side forced its way back to the surface.

"Listen, I don't want any child even knowing of that bastard, except for in history books," Harry let out.

"I know," she said and kissed him, "but we want to give you a further incentive to survive that fight with Tom."

"Ok, once I figure out how I'm going to handle all these little fires here at Hogwarts, then we'll see about which one of you will give me children. But please, no more than three. As much as I'd love having that many of you able to provide me with fresh milk every morning for breakfast, I'm not sure I'm ready to be a Weasley parent," he lamented and the girls giggled at him.

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"Bloody hell, how come we've got a D.A.D.A. class, but no professor was listed on the schedule?" Ron complained. "And why are we in one of the dungeon classrooms anyway?"

"If one doesn't show up soon," Harry began, "I'll just take over this class myself."

"You will stay in your seat, Mr. Potter. Students are not permitted to teach other students...no matter how skilled they may perceive themselves to be," Snape glared over his hooked nose, his greasy black hair combed back as he stepped in wearing his Headmaster's robes.

Harry growled seeing Snape had managed to slither into the room. His demon wanted to rise to the surface, but Hermione put a hand on his wrist, squeezing it and looking into her Master's eyes, seeing the demon's rage searching for a way out.

"I can't believe that a male can teach us how witches should defend ourselves," Caley began.

'Let's see how she'll handle Snape,' Hermione messaged to Harry.

"You will hold your tongue, Miss Black," Snape ordered, his face devoid of any emotion as he locked his eyes with hers, "or I will silence it for you."

"How would you propose to do that, pull it out and hold it in your hand?" she asked and a light laughter echoed within the classroom before Snape quickly silenced it with a wave of his wand, all sound deadening throughout the room as he continued to study Dumbledore's niece.

"I see you've got quite the mouth. Why don't you and our other resident linguist Mr. Potter demonstrate how innate you two are at actual combat," Snape said and the two came to the front of the classroom.

Snape cleared the center of the dark room with a flick of his wand, furniture parting or disappearing, creating a dueling lane for the two students. Every student got up on their feet and crowded around one side of the cleared area, allegiances quickly forming as the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs formed on Harry, while the Slytherins and Ravenclaws congregated closer to Caley and Snape. Shouts and taunts began echoing through the dungeon before Snape silenced the room with another flick of his wrist.

"This is not the Quidditch pitch! You are still in my class, and will remain quiet!"

The room's atmosphere seemed to grow tense as students silenced themselves and watched the duelists closely.

"Begin!" Snape calmly barked.

Harry bowed at Caley, his chivalrous instincts never leaving his side before he took a defensive posture as Caley screamed, focusing her anger as she flung her first spell at him, a jet of blue light sparking from her wand as it flew across to Harry. The duel continued for several minutes, spells flying about, Harry constantly absorbing or defending against Caley's vast array of offensive spells, his demon impressed by Caley's zeal and aggressiveness, Harry's own arsenal of spells increasing as every new spell she sent his way was absorbed and processed so he could master it. As Harry deflected a spell it turned back and headed straight for Caley, who had to duck and roll out of the way as the jet of silver lightning crashed into a desk, making the it freeze and shatter explosively, the fragments turning into dust in fractions of a second as they ejected from the object's original position.

Finally, with Caley obviously beginning to fatigue from the constant exertion of her magical energy, Harry watched as her guard dropped slightly on one side, exposing her lower rib cage to attack. Seeing his chance to strike a non-lethal blow and end the duel with minimal injuries for the both of them, Harry straightened up and adjusted his posture, flinging a concentrated burst of magical energy at Caley, a thick jet of white light crackling and swirling through the air as it raced towards her. The witch, recognizing her moment of weakness, swore to herself silently and attempted to counter with a defensive spell, pivoting on her feet to close the opening she had given him as she kept her wand focused on him, swirling blackness leaping from her wand and impacting into Harry's spell, putting her off balance as Harry watched the two bursts of magic collide and swell, white and black mixing and swirling, yin and yang turning silver as they clashed, forming a rapidly expanding ball of light that was much closer to Caley than she would have liked.

"What the bloody hell!?" Ron shouted.

"Preorium Incantitum! They've both got a feather from Fawkes!" Hermione shouted. Snape's eyes widened wondering just how many feathers that bird had given to that wand maker. The expanding magical ball hit critical mass and violently expanded, caught both duelists off guard as the students watching ducked and screamed, Snape himself falling to the floor as the force of the magic washed over the room and rapidly dissipated. As the silver mist cleared and students picked themselves up, Hermione sensed where Harry should have been, but spun around as she found him where Caley's body laid limp against the cool stone wall.

Harry's clothes were torn and tattered, a thin line of crimson running down from his head to his temple and dripping off his chin in slow rivulets, another from his ear while his left arm was smoldering, his sleeve having evaporated in the explosion, leaving his skin singed and covered in the blackened remains of the fabric. His jeans were badly torn, one leg in tatters as far up as his mid-thigh while his other pant leg was missing below the knee, small spots of red covering both legs. Nevertheless, the powerful wizard knelt beside Caley, his eyes studying her condition.

Hermione gasped and instantly called to Lin through their connection.

'Lin! We have an emergency! Prepare two beds! Harry's hurt!'

The elder Li quickly messaged back.

'Already done! Who's the second bed for?'

Hermione mumbled her message, her focus distracted as she watched Harry tenderly preparing Caley's unconscious body to move.

'It's Sirius' daughter...'

'Albus, you moron! You gave another feather from that damn bird!' Snape ranted in his mind.

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Harry's eyes shifted and studied Caley's injuries, which were quite extensive compared to his own. He knew he had a few broken ribs and his left arm was aching terribly, but he shoved that to the back of his thoughts as he looked over Sirius' daughter.

Caley was clearly unconscious, the back of her head bleeding badly as it had been the first thing to impact the unforgiving stone of the dungeon's wall. Her nose was also dripping blood, as were her ears, suggesting that her sinuses had been affected by the pressure of the explosion. A thin line of blood trailed from the corner of her mouth. Her hair had also been singed by the explosion, the ends of her locks singed completely off, making her hair about two thirds of the length that it had been. The bottom of her chin was also raw and bleeding, the skin rubbed off. Her shirt had been torn open by the explosion, the opposite arm from Harry's own injured one singed like his, although her skin was blackened, visibly damaged. The buttons on her uniform shirt had been popped from the top down to just below her ample breasts, which stuck out from the simple white cotton bra underneath, one of her straps hanging off her shoulder, torn in half, exposing the top half of her milky white breast, her aureola just visible, showing its textured and darker shaded flesh. Harry took off his own shirt, showing the lacerations across his back from colliding with several glass vials and flasks, and used it to cover that side of Caley's body, protecting her modesty.

The wrist on Caley's opposite side was also hanging at an unnatural angle, her elbow bent backwards. Her smooth skin was visible just under the arm, the spot where Harry's spell had been aimed bruised badly and already swollen, several of her ribs badly broken. Harry heard her taking shallow, wheezing breaths as she laid against the wall, her heartbeat rapid. Her uniform skirt had broken at the waistband, drooping to one side, showing the black cotton thong underneath. He gasped as he sensed something wrong within her, as well. Her magical core had completely destabilized in the explosion. She should have been dead. Again, Harry carefully took his wand and pointed at the damaged fabric, muttering the 'Reparo' spell to fix the broken seams. Harry checked her core again and gasped, feeling it intact once again, his own magic having repaired it. Further down, Caley's leg bent at a strange angle, her hips twisted sideways as Harry studied the multiple lacerations across her smooth, shapely thighs, his eyes traveling down her long legs to her feet, seeing one of her ankles badly swollen, her boot having disappeared sometime during the blast.

The bloodied wizard looked up at Hermione carefully, feeling something in his neck not properly seated as he turned. In a hoarse voice he spoke to her.

"Take us to the tower. Madam Pomfrey can meet us there. These injuries are grave, even for her. Caley has massive internal bleeding. If it isn't slowed in the next five minutes she's going to die."

Harry carefully picked himself up, Ron hoisting his best mate up under his less-injured arm, the injured wizard taking a sharp intake of breath as he felt the cartilage in his neck slip, shooting pain down his back. Hermione performed a full body bind on Caley's unconscious form before she levitated the Black girl, the quartet disappearing in a flash as they raced against time to save Caley from almost certain death.

"What the..." Draco stammered, watching Potter, Weasley, Sirius' bastard child and that mudblood brunette disappear instantly. "Did they just disapperate within the school?"

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"M'lord, I come with word from my son. He claims that Sirius's previously unknown daughter is at Hogwarts and her ebony wand has a phoenix feather core just like the boy's," the elder Nott explained.

"What?!" Voldemort exploded. He couldn't believe that another Fawkes feather wand was out there and it belonged to the product of Sirius Black's loins. "Wormtail, get in here!" he bellowed. The rat came in and immediate the cruciatus curse was cast upon him, Wormtail's body writhing as he squealed, unable to control his form as he changed from human to rat and back again repeatedly.

"You should have told me about all of Sirius Black's encounters with witches, Wormtail!" he ranted above the screams of the traitor. "Never let something like that slip again!" The other Death Eaters looked at each other wondering if the Dark Lord's anger would one day kill the rat.

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I wish to thank DarkXavier for getting this chapter back to me so quickly...you're great man!