Harry Potter and the Head of Black
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
198,538
Reviews:
66
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
3
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Plea for Help
(A/N: STOP THE PRESSES!!! Rowlling has just sold me the rights to Harry Potter! A rewrite of Death Hallows is in the works, and Emma has finally returned my phone calls! Rich, famous...and then I woke up in my falling apart bed to find out that Rowlling still owns the rights to Harry Potter, I'm dirt poor, have no fame, and Emma has yet to return my phone calls. Anyways, I got my internet back, so it's time for you all to read the next installment of Harry Potter and the Head of Black. Also, any holes or misinformation (read: mistakes) from the first chapter that I may have posted or not posted will be touched on at a later time. As always, please READ AND REVIEW, Makes the Author HAPPY HAPPY VERY FUCKING HAPPY! Also, be sure to take a look at my novel(la) posted on this site called Sins of a Father in the Original-Drama-General section of the site and leave a review on that as well.)
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DarkArtsMaster17 from FF.Net – Why shouldn't I have responded to your review? Anyways, yeah, the prophecy that Luna made. Open to enough misdirection yet when all is revealed, anyone who has yet to figure it out will probably slap themselves. Of course, the fact that I mentioned just how open it is to misdirection should lead you to believe that what I post about it prior to it's fulfillment is what it really is. But that would also be obvious, so it could just be some random text that has no meaning. Who knows. Continue to read and review, my loyal fan.
bill560682 – In regards to your first comment regarding the Hit-Wizards, there are two reasons why that wouldn't work. First, if the horcruxes are taken into account, all it would do is turn Voldemort into a wraith-like creature again and they'd be back to square one. Second, if the story does not include the horcruxes, then it wouldn't work because the story would be to damn short. In regards to your second comment, that does indeed happen to some people. I haven't decided if it will be something that simple for this story if I'll pull something out of left field for how Harry is acting.
To the others who reviewed, thank you.
Author Warning
If you believe that you have these prophecies figured out, good for you.
Now, DO NOT post them as a review. If you do, I will simply stop updating
the story and let it sit here to rot till the internet gets erased by some idiot
at NASA or something along those lines.
Harry Potter and the Head of Black
Despite popular opinion, Tom Marvolo Riddle was indeed a very patient man. For what he was trying to accomplish, one had to be a patient man. He had spent years silently building up his armies while making small attacks on both muggles and the muggleborn families to the students at Hogwarts. Almost no one cared about any of it in the magical world. The muggles were nothing more then animals and the muggleborns were just about magical creatures. The world had turned a blind eye towards his actions until he decided it was time to come out in force. The war that followed had almost torn the Statue of Secrecy to shreds until he came to the one problem that would slow him down, his own want for immortality.
When he had first heard the beginning of the prophecy, he became truly afraid, and in a time of weakness he pushed the prophecy into motion when he decided to kill both of the children born during that time. Thus had been his downfall and from the Potter boy and the beginning of that damn prophecy that he did not even know all of. That began his second longest time of waiting for him. It was then when he also found out who he would be able to trust and who would never be completely trusted by him again for the rest of their very short lives.
His want to see the prophecy had led to the disaster of it being destroyed and most of his Inner Circle being caught or in the case of Dolohov outright killed by Potter. He could still remember how it looked when he had looked into Bella's memories of the man's death. What Potter had done to the man because he almost killed the Granger girl, silently and without any movement other then to rise an eyebrow, had left him feeling truly shocked. He had simply crushed the man, leaving only his left arm that held the Dark Mark connected to a large ball of flesh and bone and blood. He had spent the following few days looking through every text he had on offensive magic and never once came across a spell that could do that.
This worried him greatly. The fact that there was no spell like this meant only one thing, that Potter was able to truly and completely manipulate the magic in the area to do what he wanted like no one else could. He was once again reminded of the extreme irony that had he not gone and forced that prophecy he never would have been “killed” all those years ago at the hands of Lily Potter's sacrifice. Had he left any child alone who was born during the end of July, he would have had complete world domination by now. He would be the only power in the world.
He knew now that whatever secrets the prophecy had contained, he would now never know. He could only hope that Potter was just as in the dark as he was.
Little did he know just how truly ignorant the both were.
-
Harry slowly opened his eyes, trying to remember what had happened to have knocked him out. A mass of black hair obscuring his vision brought his memories back.
He had forcibly taken Tonks. Not only did he pretty much treat her as the sex-slave she was, he had told her to regrow her hymen so he could feel like he was having sex with a virgin. He wanted to feel as though he was in complete control of her in every way possible. He had wanted that, and he had gotten it. And he found that he loved it. He loved that she was completely helpless to stop him in any way. That there was nothing she could to stop him. That he had raped her.
That thought gave him pause. He had raped the woman. It was clear that she was not willing to be with him. If anything, it was more like some form of mind control, like she was being placed under some form of the imperius. He tried to remember but was having trouble. He tried to remember how her eyes had looked as he did the things he did to her, as he forced her to make the changes to her body, but he couldn't remember. He didn't even remember what color her eyes had been the night before, let alone how they looked. A tapping sound at the window got him to finish waking up as he looked towards the window, seeing a barn owl with a letter tied around its leg.
With a bored sigh, he got up and walked towards the window where the owl stopped it's tapping. He opened the window and the owl hopped onto the windowsill, holding out its leg. Harry took it and the owl took off, flying away. He didn't make any form of comment and sat down at the desk in the room, looking at the seal on the back of the letter. He had no idea who this “HBP” was, but after waving his wand across the letter to find any hidden spells, he opened it up and read the letter. To say that he was shocked would have been an understatement. Saying water is kinda wet or the sky is kinda blue wouldn't have been bigger understatements.
Lord Potter-Black,
I am in need of help. I am no longer safe in the service of
the Dark Lord, nor in the service of the so-called “Leader
of the Light” that is Dumbledore. I am asking to be granted
protection from the two.
In exchange, I am willing to offer you all the intelligence that
that my position had offered me to retrieve, as well as my uses
as a potions master. Please reply back to my moniker.
Severus Snape
The Half-Blood Prince
Yes, shocked was an understatement.
-
Hermione looked at the man in front of her, a small smile on her face. His messy black hair blew in the breeze as his bright emerald-green eyes that hid behind black glasses shone with happiness and amusement as a thousand-watt smile light up his face. He was watching a young boy with messy brown hair and green eyes flying around on a training broom while a little girl with bushy black hair and brown eyes sat in the shade, reading a book that must have weighed more then her. She was looking at something that she knew deep down she could never have. A family with Harry.
“Worry not, child.” she heard from behind her. She quickly spun around, finding herself floating in blackness. The picture she had seen was gone.
“Who's there!?” she yelled out, frightened.
“The One with the power to defeat the Dark Lord will build his group. The daughter of the goddess and the daughter of the moon shall become his throne. The daughter of black shall become his second. The daughters of loyal shall be his for a time. The daughters of neutral shall become his loyal. The daughters of Gemini shall become his favorite. The daughter of the flower and the daughter of distance shall become his forced. The One with the power to defeat the Dark Lord will build his group.” the disembodied voice said from all around here.
“What?” she asked, looking around, finding herself back in her room covered in a thin sheet of sweat. A very familiar flash of white next to her window caught her attention. She rolled out of bed, grabbing a shirt to cover herself up with, before walking over to let in Hedwig. The owl flew over to a perch that she had set up several years ago and landed, drinking some water before holding out her leg to Hermione. She walked over and took the letter, scratching Hedwig for a moment before walking over to desk, opening the letter as she walked, absently noting that Hedwig was waiting for a reply.
'Mione,
I need your help with something. A specific greasy git sent me a
letter asking for help. I was wondering if you could come by as
soon as you can to help me with it. I would be forever greatful.
Love,
Harry
She frowned slightly, rereading the letter. She couldn't believe that Snape would ever send Harry a letter asking for help of any kind. She was, however, still glad that he was asking for help. It meant that he at least still cared enough for her to trust her with something. She quickly took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote out a short message conforming that she would be there at noon, after looking at the clock to see it was six in the morning. She tied the message to Hedwig who took off after having one last drink of water.
She looked through the window as Hedwig flew into the distance, standing there long after she had lost sight of the snowy white owl. Her mind kept drifting back to the dream she had. A dream that she wanted more then anything to have come true. She wanted more then anything to be able to give Harry what he never had. The fact of the matter was though that she was no longer needed to give him that dream. He now had a “concubine” that could give him an heir. She let out an unladylike snort at the thought of the word concubine. They were really nothing more then human sex slaves. At least, that was how the Pureblood bigots saw them.
She let out a small sigh as she turned away from the window, knowing that she had close to six hours until she'd be able to see Harry again. Even though he gave her freedom to come to Grimmuld Place whenever she wanted, she wasn't going to go and surprise him just because she could. Especially if it meant showing up sometime while he was with Tonks. That was an embarrassment and a mental slap in the face that she did no want nor need. She didn't need a reminder that with Tonks, Harry could have any woman he wanted. Any attraction he had to a certain body-type would be possible with her.
She walked out of her room and down the hall towards the bathroom, pulling her shirt off as she walked. Her parents were still out of the country and there were no windows in the hallway, so she saw no reason to worry about anything improper such as walking to the restroom in only a pair of knickers. No one could see her. Not even the body she wanted to have see her in such manner.
She walked into the bathroom and quickly pulled off her knickers, throwing them into a hamper off to the side. She walked over to the toilet and sat down, releasing the pressure on her bladder. She let out a small sigh before closing her eyes, trying to remember what that voice had said in her dream. She had never bought into divination, but she knew that there were real prophecies. What she needed to know now was if this was a real one. For all she knew, it could just have been a figment of her imagination. Her dream's way of helping her cope with the loss of her friend. Or it could have been a real prophecy...
“Or maybe I'm just losing my bloody mind.” she muttered, getting up off the toilet. She turned on the shower, stepping in after getting the water to an agreeable temperature. She quickly rinsed off, taking some time to work her hair clean before she lowered her hand, creasing her breast as she moved down to her pussy. She rubbed a finger along the slit, putting slight pressure on her clit with the palm of her hand. A small moan escaped her lips as she ran her other hand along her breast for a moment before pinching first one nipple and then the other.
She wanted release.
She pinched her nipple harder, twisting it slightly as she tugged it, causing more of her juices to roll all over her hand and down her legs into the drain.
She desired release.
She ground her hand into her clit, pushing in her middle finger till she hit her hymen, trying to get as much pleasure as she could, her breathing escalating.
She needed release.
“Harry!” she yelled out in a throaty moan, bucking her hips as she ground her palm and her clit together, riding out the ecstasy that had quickly come upon her and hit her. She leaned against the wall of the shower, the water splashing against her body, her face flushed. She started coming down from her quick high. She quickly rinsed off again and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off.
-
Ginny looked down at the thick book, rereading the information that she had just found. She tried to make it work into what she had been told, but all she could come up with was a dead end.
“The Flammels.” she muttered, turning the pages back and forward to let the information sink in.
“...the 'House of Fire' was the original name of the Flammels, a Noble house that can be traced back to roughly two centuries before the true Ancient and Noble houses came to be. The Flammels were a house of muggle noblemen who dealt with new means of crafting. During one of Gryffindor's travels twenty years prior to the founding of Hogwarts, John Flammel helped Godric defeat a dragon that was destroying a small village near present day Godric's Hollow. Gryffindor rewarded John with the gift of magic, making him the first and only muggle to be gifted with magic. Flammel later became known as the 'Fire Lord' due to his knack with flame spells, including the creation of the FiendFyre spell. The last Flammel, Nicholas Flammel, was the creator of the infamous 'Sorcerer's Stone' which was later destroyed after Harry Potter stopped You-Know-Who from getting it in Hogwarts. He died early last year. The title of the Head of the House has gone to an unknown relation. It is rumored that his great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter had married into an Ancient and Noble House prior to being killed in the first war with You-Know-Who. The House, which is not being released to protect any possible living relations, was completely wiped out during said war. It is unknown if Nicholas had any living relations left. The goblins at Gringotts and the Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries are refusing to say."
She had looked everywhere to see who was the new 'House of Fire' and never found anything. The closest she had gotten was that the House was related to an Ancient and Noble House that was destroyed in the last war with You-Know-Who. That was of was no help, seeing as ten of the true Ancient and Noble Houses were destroyed in the war and all of them had relations to one of the surviving few. Hell, they were related to three of them. She knew that Harry was probably related to at least six of them, if not all of them from what she had heard her parents talking about when they had gotten back from the will reading the day before.
“I got to find out who they are.” she muttered to herself, picking up another large book.
-
Ronald Weasley was a great many things. Stupid, contrary to popular opinion, was not one of them. He knew that Harry would get the title of Lord Black. He also knew that Sirius must of have realized something if he wasn't included in the will reading. He could honestly care less about his lesbian sister. The only thing that she was good for was to spy on while she had sex with another woman. That was the only thing that a lesbian was good for. They had no other uses. But it was the fact that he wasn't invited to the will reading that had him on his guard.
He looked down at the letter that he had written. He knew what happened to people who stuck by Harry. They generally ended up dead and buried six feet in the ground quicker then you could say You-Know-Who. He was in no mood to die for no reason. He was also in no mood to see the mudblood die either. She was smart, much to smart for a mudblood. She would need to be taught her place in society. He would also be able to use her to make his fortune. And with the insurance policy he had in place, not even the bloody Boy-Who-Lived Harry-Bloody-Potter could stop him from making it work.
He added the needed charms to the letter and tied it to Pigwidegon's leg and sent the over-hyper bird flying off.
-
Harry stood naked as he looked down at the sleep woman. He had just gotten Hermione's reply and now he needed to make sure that Tonks would act in the correct manner. He climbed over and and straddled her stomach. He grasped her neck in his hands and squeezed, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes opened in shock, moving around quickly before centering on him. He smiled evilly as the light started to leave them, a look of fear and sorrow in them before he released her neck, getting her to suck in a large breath of air and cough.
“Listen bitch, Hermione is coming by at noon.” Harry said, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. “I want you on your best behavior, which includes hiding these bruises and not saying a thing regarding what happens in this room. Is that clear?” he asked, giving her a look that said it had better be clear.
“Yes, Master.”
“That's another thing.” he said, still holding her face. “No calling me 'Master' whenever company is over. Got it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” he said, letting go of her face, giving her a small slap in the process. “Now, I want you to enlarge your breast.”
“Yes, Master.” she said, monotone. Harry looked down as her chest enlarged, growing until they reached the size of a D-cup with large nipples. “Are these suitable, Master?”
“Yes, they are.” he said, placing his hardening cock between them. He pressed them together roughly and started to hump, enjoying the feel. “Lick the head.”
“Yes, Master.” she said, reaching forward to lick and suck the head of his cock each time it got into reach. He moaned as she wrapped his tongue around his head, applying a bit of pressure to it. He squeezed her breast against his cock harder, trying to get as much pleasure from her as possible. He looked down at Tonks and watched as she sucked him into her mouth while he felt her running her tongue around the the underside of the head. He let out a moan and shot his load into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it all.
“Good.” he said, standing up. “Hermione will be here at noon. I want you to look like your normal self by the time she gets here. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
-
Dumbledore read over the letter in his hands for the third time, making sure that there were no hidden messages in it. The fact that it contained the charms that it did led him to believe that it had no hidden meaning, but he could not have people wising up. Especially the youngest male Weasley. Not finding anything that would harm him, he added a few more charms to it and sent it on its way to the mudblood whore. All he could do now was hope that she got it before seeing Potter.
(A/N2: I promise, no more prophecies until some of the ones already mentioned are fulfilled. Unless I decide to say fuck it and make another one.)
DarkArtsMaster17 from FF.Net – Why shouldn't I have responded to your review? Anyways, yeah, the prophecy that Luna made. Open to enough misdirection yet when all is revealed, anyone who has yet to figure it out will probably slap themselves. Of course, the fact that I mentioned just how open it is to misdirection should lead you to believe that what I post about it prior to it's fulfillment is what it really is. But that would also be obvious, so it could just be some random text that has no meaning. Who knows. Continue to read and review, my loyal fan.
bill560682 – In regards to your first comment regarding the Hit-Wizards, there are two reasons why that wouldn't work. First, if the horcruxes are taken into account, all it would do is turn Voldemort into a wraith-like creature again and they'd be back to square one. Second, if the story does not include the horcruxes, then it wouldn't work because the story would be to damn short. In regards to your second comment, that does indeed happen to some people. I haven't decided if it will be something that simple for this story if I'll pull something out of left field for how Harry is acting.
To the others who reviewed, thank you.
If you believe that you have these prophecies figured out, good for you.
Now, DO NOT post them as a review. If you do, I will simply stop updating
the story and let it sit here to rot till the internet gets erased by some idiot
at NASA or something along those lines.
Harry Potter and the Head of Black
Despite popular opinion, Tom Marvolo Riddle was indeed a very patient man. For what he was trying to accomplish, one had to be a patient man. He had spent years silently building up his armies while making small attacks on both muggles and the muggleborn families to the students at Hogwarts. Almost no one cared about any of it in the magical world. The muggles were nothing more then animals and the muggleborns were just about magical creatures. The world had turned a blind eye towards his actions until he decided it was time to come out in force. The war that followed had almost torn the Statue of Secrecy to shreds until he came to the one problem that would slow him down, his own want for immortality.
When he had first heard the beginning of the prophecy, he became truly afraid, and in a time of weakness he pushed the prophecy into motion when he decided to kill both of the children born during that time. Thus had been his downfall and from the Potter boy and the beginning of that damn prophecy that he did not even know all of. That began his second longest time of waiting for him. It was then when he also found out who he would be able to trust and who would never be completely trusted by him again for the rest of their very short lives.
His want to see the prophecy had led to the disaster of it being destroyed and most of his Inner Circle being caught or in the case of Dolohov outright killed by Potter. He could still remember how it looked when he had looked into Bella's memories of the man's death. What Potter had done to the man because he almost killed the Granger girl, silently and without any movement other then to rise an eyebrow, had left him feeling truly shocked. He had simply crushed the man, leaving only his left arm that held the Dark Mark connected to a large ball of flesh and bone and blood. He had spent the following few days looking through every text he had on offensive magic and never once came across a spell that could do that.
This worried him greatly. The fact that there was no spell like this meant only one thing, that Potter was able to truly and completely manipulate the magic in the area to do what he wanted like no one else could. He was once again reminded of the extreme irony that had he not gone and forced that prophecy he never would have been “killed” all those years ago at the hands of Lily Potter's sacrifice. Had he left any child alone who was born during the end of July, he would have had complete world domination by now. He would be the only power in the world.
He knew now that whatever secrets the prophecy had contained, he would now never know. He could only hope that Potter was just as in the dark as he was.
Little did he know just how truly ignorant the both were.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, trying to remember what had happened to have knocked him out. A mass of black hair obscuring his vision brought his memories back.
He had forcibly taken Tonks. Not only did he pretty much treat her as the sex-slave she was, he had told her to regrow her hymen so he could feel like he was having sex with a virgin. He wanted to feel as though he was in complete control of her in every way possible. He had wanted that, and he had gotten it. And he found that he loved it. He loved that she was completely helpless to stop him in any way. That there was nothing she could to stop him. That he had raped her.
That thought gave him pause. He had raped the woman. It was clear that she was not willing to be with him. If anything, it was more like some form of mind control, like she was being placed under some form of the imperius. He tried to remember but was having trouble. He tried to remember how her eyes had looked as he did the things he did to her, as he forced her to make the changes to her body, but he couldn't remember. He didn't even remember what color her eyes had been the night before, let alone how they looked. A tapping sound at the window got him to finish waking up as he looked towards the window, seeing a barn owl with a letter tied around its leg.
With a bored sigh, he got up and walked towards the window where the owl stopped it's tapping. He opened the window and the owl hopped onto the windowsill, holding out its leg. Harry took it and the owl took off, flying away. He didn't make any form of comment and sat down at the desk in the room, looking at the seal on the back of the letter. He had no idea who this “HBP” was, but after waving his wand across the letter to find any hidden spells, he opened it up and read the letter. To say that he was shocked would have been an understatement. Saying water is kinda wet or the sky is kinda blue wouldn't have been bigger understatements.
I am in need of help. I am no longer safe in the service of
the Dark Lord, nor in the service of the so-called “Leader
of the Light” that is Dumbledore. I am asking to be granted
protection from the two.
In exchange, I am willing to offer you all the intelligence that
that my position had offered me to retrieve, as well as my uses
as a potions master. Please reply back to my moniker.
Severus Snape
The Half-Blood Prince
Yes, shocked was an understatement.
Hermione looked at the man in front of her, a small smile on her face. His messy black hair blew in the breeze as his bright emerald-green eyes that hid behind black glasses shone with happiness and amusement as a thousand-watt smile light up his face. He was watching a young boy with messy brown hair and green eyes flying around on a training broom while a little girl with bushy black hair and brown eyes sat in the shade, reading a book that must have weighed more then her. She was looking at something that she knew deep down she could never have. A family with Harry.
“Worry not, child.” she heard from behind her. She quickly spun around, finding herself floating in blackness. The picture she had seen was gone.
“Who's there!?” she yelled out, frightened.
“The One with the power to defeat the Dark Lord will build his group. The daughter of the goddess and the daughter of the moon shall become his throne. The daughter of black shall become his second. The daughters of loyal shall be his for a time. The daughters of neutral shall become his loyal. The daughters of Gemini shall become his favorite. The daughter of the flower and the daughter of distance shall become his forced. The One with the power to defeat the Dark Lord will build his group.” the disembodied voice said from all around here.
“What?” she asked, looking around, finding herself back in her room covered in a thin sheet of sweat. A very familiar flash of white next to her window caught her attention. She rolled out of bed, grabbing a shirt to cover herself up with, before walking over to let in Hedwig. The owl flew over to a perch that she had set up several years ago and landed, drinking some water before holding out her leg to Hermione. She walked over and took the letter, scratching Hedwig for a moment before walking over to desk, opening the letter as she walked, absently noting that Hedwig was waiting for a reply.
I need your help with something. A specific greasy git sent me a
letter asking for help. I was wondering if you could come by as
soon as you can to help me with it. I would be forever greatful.
Love,
Harry
She frowned slightly, rereading the letter. She couldn't believe that Snape would ever send Harry a letter asking for help of any kind. She was, however, still glad that he was asking for help. It meant that he at least still cared enough for her to trust her with something. She quickly took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote out a short message conforming that she would be there at noon, after looking at the clock to see it was six in the morning. She tied the message to Hedwig who took off after having one last drink of water.
She looked through the window as Hedwig flew into the distance, standing there long after she had lost sight of the snowy white owl. Her mind kept drifting back to the dream she had. A dream that she wanted more then anything to have come true. She wanted more then anything to be able to give Harry what he never had. The fact of the matter was though that she was no longer needed to give him that dream. He now had a “concubine” that could give him an heir. She let out an unladylike snort at the thought of the word concubine. They were really nothing more then human sex slaves. At least, that was how the Pureblood bigots saw them.
She let out a small sigh as she turned away from the window, knowing that she had close to six hours until she'd be able to see Harry again. Even though he gave her freedom to come to Grimmuld Place whenever she wanted, she wasn't going to go and surprise him just because she could. Especially if it meant showing up sometime while he was with Tonks. That was an embarrassment and a mental slap in the face that she did no want nor need. She didn't need a reminder that with Tonks, Harry could have any woman he wanted. Any attraction he had to a certain body-type would be possible with her.
She walked out of her room and down the hall towards the bathroom, pulling her shirt off as she walked. Her parents were still out of the country and there were no windows in the hallway, so she saw no reason to worry about anything improper such as walking to the restroom in only a pair of knickers. No one could see her. Not even the body she wanted to have see her in such manner.
She walked into the bathroom and quickly pulled off her knickers, throwing them into a hamper off to the side. She walked over to the toilet and sat down, releasing the pressure on her bladder. She let out a small sigh before closing her eyes, trying to remember what that voice had said in her dream. She had never bought into divination, but she knew that there were real prophecies. What she needed to know now was if this was a real one. For all she knew, it could just have been a figment of her imagination. Her dream's way of helping her cope with the loss of her friend. Or it could have been a real prophecy...
“Or maybe I'm just losing my bloody mind.” she muttered, getting up off the toilet. She turned on the shower, stepping in after getting the water to an agreeable temperature. She quickly rinsed off, taking some time to work her hair clean before she lowered her hand, creasing her breast as she moved down to her pussy. She rubbed a finger along the slit, putting slight pressure on her clit with the palm of her hand. A small moan escaped her lips as she ran her other hand along her breast for a moment before pinching first one nipple and then the other.
She wanted release.
She pinched her nipple harder, twisting it slightly as she tugged it, causing more of her juices to roll all over her hand and down her legs into the drain.
She desired release.
She ground her hand into her clit, pushing in her middle finger till she hit her hymen, trying to get as much pleasure as she could, her breathing escalating.
She needed release.
“Harry!” she yelled out in a throaty moan, bucking her hips as she ground her palm and her clit together, riding out the ecstasy that had quickly come upon her and hit her. She leaned against the wall of the shower, the water splashing against her body, her face flushed. She started coming down from her quick high. She quickly rinsed off again and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off.
Ginny looked down at the thick book, rereading the information that she had just found. She tried to make it work into what she had been told, but all she could come up with was a dead end.
“The Flammels.” she muttered, turning the pages back and forward to let the information sink in.
“...the 'House of Fire' was the original name of the Flammels, a Noble house that can be traced back to roughly two centuries before the true Ancient and Noble houses came to be. The Flammels were a house of muggle noblemen who dealt with new means of crafting. During one of Gryffindor's travels twenty years prior to the founding of Hogwarts, John Flammel helped Godric defeat a dragon that was destroying a small village near present day Godric's Hollow. Gryffindor rewarded John with the gift of magic, making him the first and only muggle to be gifted with magic. Flammel later became known as the 'Fire Lord' due to his knack with flame spells, including the creation of the FiendFyre spell. The last Flammel, Nicholas Flammel, was the creator of the infamous 'Sorcerer's Stone' which was later destroyed after Harry Potter stopped You-Know-Who from getting it in Hogwarts. He died early last year. The title of the Head of the House has gone to an unknown relation. It is rumored that his great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter had married into an Ancient and Noble House prior to being killed in the first war with You-Know-Who. The House, which is not being released to protect any possible living relations, was completely wiped out during said war. It is unknown if Nicholas had any living relations left. The goblins at Gringotts and the Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries are refusing to say."
She had looked everywhere to see who was the new 'House of Fire' and never found anything. The closest she had gotten was that the House was related to an Ancient and Noble House that was destroyed in the last war with You-Know-Who. That was of was no help, seeing as ten of the true Ancient and Noble Houses were destroyed in the war and all of them had relations to one of the surviving few. Hell, they were related to three of them. She knew that Harry was probably related to at least six of them, if not all of them from what she had heard her parents talking about when they had gotten back from the will reading the day before.
“I got to find out who they are.” she muttered to herself, picking up another large book.
Ronald Weasley was a great many things. Stupid, contrary to popular opinion, was not one of them. He knew that Harry would get the title of Lord Black. He also knew that Sirius must of have realized something if he wasn't included in the will reading. He could honestly care less about his lesbian sister. The only thing that she was good for was to spy on while she had sex with another woman. That was the only thing that a lesbian was good for. They had no other uses. But it was the fact that he wasn't invited to the will reading that had him on his guard.
He looked down at the letter that he had written. He knew what happened to people who stuck by Harry. They generally ended up dead and buried six feet in the ground quicker then you could say You-Know-Who. He was in no mood to die for no reason. He was also in no mood to see the mudblood die either. She was smart, much to smart for a mudblood. She would need to be taught her place in society. He would also be able to use her to make his fortune. And with the insurance policy he had in place, not even the bloody Boy-Who-Lived Harry-Bloody-Potter could stop him from making it work.
He added the needed charms to the letter and tied it to Pigwidegon's leg and sent the over-hyper bird flying off.
Harry stood naked as he looked down at the sleep woman. He had just gotten Hermione's reply and now he needed to make sure that Tonks would act in the correct manner. He climbed over and and straddled her stomach. He grasped her neck in his hands and squeezed, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes opened in shock, moving around quickly before centering on him. He smiled evilly as the light started to leave them, a look of fear and sorrow in them before he released her neck, getting her to suck in a large breath of air and cough.
“Listen bitch, Hermione is coming by at noon.” Harry said, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. “I want you on your best behavior, which includes hiding these bruises and not saying a thing regarding what happens in this room. Is that clear?” he asked, giving her a look that said it had better be clear.
“Yes, Master.”
“That's another thing.” he said, still holding her face. “No calling me 'Master' whenever company is over. Got it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” he said, letting go of her face, giving her a small slap in the process. “Now, I want you to enlarge your breast.”
“Yes, Master.” she said, monotone. Harry looked down as her chest enlarged, growing until they reached the size of a D-cup with large nipples. “Are these suitable, Master?”
“Yes, they are.” he said, placing his hardening cock between them. He pressed them together roughly and started to hump, enjoying the feel. “Lick the head.”
“Yes, Master.” she said, reaching forward to lick and suck the head of his cock each time it got into reach. He moaned as she wrapped his tongue around his head, applying a bit of pressure to it. He squeezed her breast against his cock harder, trying to get as much pleasure from her as possible. He looked down at Tonks and watched as she sucked him into her mouth while he felt her running her tongue around the the underside of the head. He let out a moan and shot his load into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it all.
“Good.” he said, standing up. “Hermione will be here at noon. I want you to look like your normal self by the time she gets here. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Dumbledore read over the letter in his hands for the third time, making sure that there were no hidden messages in it. The fact that it contained the charms that it did led him to believe that it had no hidden meaning, but he could not have people wising up. Especially the youngest male Weasley. Not finding anything that would harm him, he added a few more charms to it and sent it on its way to the mudblood whore. All he could do now was hope that she got it before seeing Potter.
(A/N2: I promise, no more prophecies until some of the ones already mentioned are fulfilled. Unless I decide to say fuck it and make another one.)