The Warden of Azkaban

Just after the final battle...

Harry sat next to Tonks, holding the sobbing widow's shoulders as they mourned Remus' death together. Hermione watched them from across the Great Hall, while she discussed the details of the funerals for several students with McGonagall.

"...Potter?" a soft voice came, causing the tired young man to look up from his friend's shoulder. He frowned at the girl standing before them, his right hand instinctively seeking out the Elder Wand which was resting on the bench he was sharing with Tonks.

"Greengrass," he muttered, causing Tonks to look up and glare at the girl.

Daphne Greengrass, arguably the fourth prettiest girl in the school (just behind Cho Chang and the Patil sisters), actually flinched at the cold eyes directed at her. She looked down, instinctively submitting to the angry young man as she tried to formulate the words she wanted to speak.

"Ummm...I...I know...you probably won't...trust me just be-because I say so," she started, "But...well...I mean..."

"Spit it out, Greengrass," Harry replied, shifting as Tonks stood up so he could look into the slightly shorter girl's eyes.

Daphne swallowed, before pulling up her sleeve, showing a pale -and completely bare- arm. "I never supported Draco and the others," she whispered, "My father...he wanted me to take the mark, but I refused."

Tonks scowled. "I heard that you helped in some of Carrow's detentions," she spat, causing Harry to scowl as well. Daphne flinched at the angry tone.

"I didn't...torture...anyone," she replied, "I was there to provide post-cruciatus potion and healing ointments. I only agreed to be there because of my sister Astoria."

Tonks spat again, her brown eyes flashing in anger. "I heard about her too," she replied, "Alecto Carrow's 'favorite teacher's aide'."

Daphne nodded, wishing she could cast a shrinking charm on herself, if only to escape those piercing green eyes Potter was directing into her soul. "She...she was always a purist," she replied, "But...I love her still. If I'd refused, father would have turned his curses on her." She looked into Harry's eyes, then into Tonk's. "She's a foolish, spoiled, unconscionable bitch...but she's still my sister."

Tonks grunted, before walking over to McGonagall and Hermione, leaving the nervous Slytherin with 'The Boy Who Won'.

Harry looked at Daphne closely, before using the Elder Wand to lower the girl's sleeve. "Your reasons sound sincere," he muttered, "But I've heard false sincerity too much over the years." He stood. "I'm not the 'Golden Boy' anymore. This last battle...the year on the run from Riddle and his gangs...I'm not going to just trust people anymore. You want me to believe you, I'm going to need more proof than just a bare arm."

Daphne nodded, shivering beneath her school robes. "I...I thought you might," she replied, "Can...we talk somewhere...private? Away from the press and the Weasley's and Aurors and what not? I...I want to prove that I'm...I'm loyal to the light."

Harry nodded, motioning for her to follow, as he walked up to McGonagall her group. "Professor?"

The Headmistress of Hogwarts, looking every bit her 87 years, looked at the boy whom she felt she'd failed far too much. "Yes, Harry?" she asked, her eyes narrowing at the Greengrass girl standing behind him, her eyes on the floor.

"Miss Greengrass here wants to speak to me in private," he said, "No portraits or press and the like. Is there a place we can..."

McGonagall's lips thinned as she considered the question. "Prof. Burbage's old room should be alright," she replied, "Carrow took over it when Serverus was appointed 'Headmaster'...I shudder to think what that disgusting woman did to Charity's things..."

Harry nodded. "Which floor was she on?" he asked.

"Fourth floor, seventh class room on the right," Daphne spoke up, causing the other four people to glare at her again. "Astoria...she spent so much time with her that it seemed like her second dorm."

Harry nodded, motioning to the dark haired girl to follow. Hermione frowned as he walked by. "Harry..." she started.

"I'll be fine, Hermione," he replied, pushing her towards Tonks. "Why don't you and Tonks start discussing plans to retrieve your parents from Australia? That...should be a good distraction." He smiled weakly. "We all need some kind of distraction right now."

Hermione nodded, before glaring at Daphne. "You try ANYTHING," she growled, causing the Slytherin girl to shiver at the tone, "Anything at all...and by God, Merlin, and all the magic in the world, I will END you and your line!"

Daphne nodded. "I know you would," she muttered, before following Harry out.

oOoOoOo

Harry frowned at the state of the late Charity Burbage's private rooms. Alecto Carrow apparently had similar tastes to Bellatrix, given the torture devices decorating the room.

He almost gagged at the fresh blood stains inside an Iron Maiden that stood next to the bed, and at the chains hanging down from the ceiling over the mattress.

Daphne shuddered as she looked over the devices as well. "I was called in here twice this year to care for a Ravenclaw girl who pissed Astoria and Alecto off," she muttered, causing Harry to snarl. "She was just a second year...but the things Alecto did to her..."

"And you didn't stand up against them," Harry snarled, causing the girl to step back at the raw magical aura he seemed to be emitting. She could almost hear the Deathstick hum with power, calling for him to destroy her.

"What gets me, is that I know that not all of the Slytherins were in Draco's camp," he said, "I know Zabini, despite his pompous nature, wanted to remain neutral, and that Flint actually fought AGAINST Riddle and his crew." He glared at Daphne. "I also know that you were the real power in the Slytherin girl's dorms, not Pansy. You could have stopped your sister from torturing people, if only by making her life miserable enough in the dorm that she'd have to stop."

Daphne shook her head. "She's my sister!" she cried, "Could you have done it to Weasley or Granger if the situation was reversed!?!"

"Yes, I could have!" he replied, shocking her. "Only those who are willing to be hurt can fight, and only those who are willing to do what's right over what's easy can have a clear consciences." He caste a Finite at the bed, dispelling a kill-ward that had been placed on the sheets, before sitting down. "You helped to ease pain, rather than tried to stop the source of it...you took the easy way."

Daphne panted in fear, feeling as if her soul was being dissected by Harry's green orbs.

"You said you want to prove that you're on the light side?" he asked, drawing a nod from her. "You showed me your arm, telling me you don't have the mark...but what does that prove?"

Daphne gaped at him. "It...it shows I didn't support him!" she stammered, "It shows I didn't agree with his ideals!"

"No, it shows you didn't want an ugly tattoo in a visible place," Harry replied, "Narcissa Malfoy doesn't have the mark on her arms either, yet she was still one of his followers. I know Riddle would have wanted his mark on all of his troups...if only to show that he owned them. Her mark's probably somewhere else on her body...and so could yours, for that matter."

Daphne's eyes widened at the implication. "You...you want...real proof then?" she whispered, her hands clenching around the folds of her robes.

Harry nodded. "It won't make me trust you," he replied, "But it'll prove you're telling the truth about not being one of his little soldiers."

Daphne nodded. "Ummm...well...could Granger...I mean..."

"You came to me because you know I've got the power to save your sister from the Death Veil or the Dementor's Kiss," he said, "You want my help? You prove to ME you're worth it."

The dark haired girl sighed in defeat, before undoing the catches on the front of her robe, letting the garment fall to the ground. She quickly pulled off her school tie, stepping out of her black heels before untucking her blouse from her skirt.

"Hold it!"

The girl scowled as he held out his hand. "What?" she asked, "I'm stripping off for you, isn't that enough?"

"Wand," he said, "I'm not going to be caught unawares." He motioned for her to place it in his hand. "Finger tips only, base first."

Daphne nodded, sliding her ebony and phoenix feather wand into his hands before continuing with her disrobing.

She turned to the side as he watched her unbutton her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders and exposing the plain white cotton bra that covered her medium sized tits.

"Simple cotton?" he asked, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

"Practicality first," she replied, "Pansy might have liked to tease boys with see-through silk teddies, but I didn't want anyone seeing my bits till I said so." She felt a tear leak from the corner of her left eye. "Too bad I don't get that say-so anymore..." she whispered, before undoing the zip on the side of her skirt.

Harry was surprised at his own lack of...response...to having a beautiful girl strip for him. He guessed it was just the emotional trauma from the last few days.

He was surprised, however, when the skirt fell away, revealing a red and gold g-string, with strings tied into little bows at the sides of Daphne's long, supple thighs.

She noticed his curious look, and blushed even deeper than before. "...they...were a...gag gift from Tracey," she muttered. "I...I like the feel of them..."

"Fascinating," he muttered, "A 'Gryffindor at the core', as it were." He stood up, walking over to her, surprised that without her heals on he was almost a full head taller than her.

He placed his left hand on her chin, lifting her face up so he could look into her eyes. He was amazed to see the depth of emotion in her grey eyes. He saw her fear of him, and her curiosity. He could almost feel her worry over her sister, and about the fate that awaited any Slytherin in the school, regardless if they had fought with Riddle or against him.

What shocked him the most, however...was the raw hunger he saw in her eyes. Hunger...for him.

"What did you really want from me, Greengrass?" he whispered, his right hand seeking out her bra covered breasts, carressing them lightly and drawing a soft moan from the girl.

"...I...I can...feel your power," she whispered, letting out a strangled cry as he pinched one of her nipples through the cloth. "I...I want to be near it." She gasped as he reached up suddenly, ripping her bra from her body and causing her breasts to bounce, her dusky nipples drawing his attention. She could only whimper as he bent his head down, taking one of them into his mouth and sucking hard on it, before reachign down and ripping her panties off as well.

He smirked as he looked at her bare mound. "Shave this morning?" he asked.

"...spell," she replied, gasping as he reached between her legs and stroked her pussy, causing her to place her hands on his shoulders for support. "Mother...showed me...keeps me bare...for six months."

"And increases your sensitivity as a side effect, right?" he asked, pulling his hand away to reveal his fingers covered in her fluids. "Suck them."

The girl ducked her head, pulling the fingers into her mouth and licking her honey from them.

"Swear your loyalty to me, and I'll see if I can save your sister," he said, "She'll never be free, but I'll save her life."

Daphne nodded, slipping to her knees. "I swear," she whispered, "Anything...I'm your's Potter. Save my sister, and I'm yours forever."

She reached up, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, placing a gentle kiss on its crown.

Harry sighed in pleasure, as the Slytherin beauty began to worship his manhood. "So mote it be," he whispered, reaching down to stroke her hair.

Six Months Later...

Astoria Greengrass screamed as the lash was brought down against her pussy once again. "I'm SORRY!!!" she sobbed, "No more! PLEASE!"

"Again," Harry ordered, stroking Narcissa's head as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

"Yes Warden," Daphne replied, the leather corset she wore shining in the light as she swung the cat-o-ninetails down upon her sister again.

"AHHHH!" the small blonde cried, the lashes raking across her breasts, raising some bright red welts that glistened with her sweat licked skin. "SISTER! PLEASE STOP!"

"Again."

"Yes Warden."

"AHHHHHH!"


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