SP II

@all: sorry for taking that long, but I was (and am) kind of preoccupied.

not betaed

C4: Tom's bad day


It wasn't a good day – scratch that, week! – to be a Dark Lord – or follower of one for that matter.

Raids and hunting parties had been mostly unsuccessful – Dumbledore's light fanatics seemed to be everywhere, Aurors responded way faster than ever before and when a group of his Death Eaters tried to have fun with a muggleborn Hufflepuff third year and her family, they hadn't even gotten past those blasted wards even after battering away at them for an hour.

Again a couple of his followers had vanished without a trace – neither his spies in the ministry nor those at Gringots had heard anything of them – and to make matters worse, recruiting was at an all-time low.

He couldn't even vent his wrath on his followers the usual way – he needed them.

Instead of cruciatus he had had to be more inventive.

Bellatrix had failed the least of them, but was now to weak to do anything exhausting or magic stronger than simple cleaning charms.

She was shackled to his throne completely naked and wandless, but sheets on the floor and warming charms cast by himself ensured her recovery would not be hindered.

At this very moment her lips were firmly wrapped around the shaft of his cock, while she sucked him of.


Lucius Malfoy had been given a chance to 'make up' for his failure.

If he managed to get at least three giants to join their cause, he would not be punished, if he got five, he would even be forgiven for his son's betrayal and regain his old place in the inner circle.

Given how hard it was to get a single one of these beasts to follow your orders – much less work together with another giant without killing them – it was everything but an easy mission.

All others had been sent on recruiting missions all over Europe and been told if they returned with ten willing recruits each, they would be forgiven – while not easy, it wasn't as if there weren't a lot of easily manipulated pureblood idiots.


The Dark Lord grunted, as his cum filled the woman's mouth, who eagerly swallowed her prize.

“Up.”, he said lazily.

Bella obediently stood and let herself be pulled onto her Lord's lap, happily accepting his cock into her cunt.

Well, maybe it wasn't that bad a day to be a Dark Lord after all.


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Harry was in his workshop, putting the final touches on his own new wand.

Sleek Ash wood encased a core consisting of no less than six different materials.

His own hair, feather and the basilisk heart-string was combined with Unicorn-tail-hair, Trestal hair and faery-dust – a gift he had been given when he returned the powdered Faery corpses from the DoM to the shrine of the Faery Queen deep within the Forbidden Forest – all soaked into a mix of Phoenix tears, Basilisk poison and his own blood.

While it would bond the wand to him, so it would be working for him perfectly, it would also work for everyone else at least as well as their own – not blood bound – wand.

The poison, while thanks to the Phoenix tears not deadly anymore, would be its protection – he was resistant to it but no one else.

It would knock out anyone using it within seconds of the first spell cast from magical poisoning.

That and whenever he used a hex or curse with it, there would be some – interesting – side effects for his target.


He took up the sleek wand, blackened from the poison it contained.

Looking so plain, yet so powerful a tool it was.

He hadn't added any runes to it – he had no need for them.

With a last look to his other project – it wouldn't be done anytime soon, he slipped his new wand into the holster on his left wrist, both of them were now made of basilisk skin.

Of all pieces from the giant snake he had only sold the meat yet.

Goblins ate that stuff – after mostly neutralising the poison somehow – and even then they got sick from it.

However there had yet one of them to die from poison for several hundred years straight – many had tried to kill them that way though.

They were nearly as resistant against poisons as he.


With that money, he had ordered one hundred sets of self-resizing Dragon-leather amour and still had three quarters of it left.

They should arrive shortly before start of term.

Now however he had an appointment.


A moment later, he was in front of a old Manor belonging to the Bulstrode Family – a minor noble line with a common seat in the Wizengamot.

Their daughter Millicent was a class B member of the DO, she had been asked to relay the request and to host the meeting.

A house elf opened the door lead him to the sitting room.

He was healthy, happy, 'clothed' in a long 'towel', bearing the Bulstrode family crest it was a toga, really, but of cause officially it was a towel.


In the room, the Bulstrodes conversed with their guests – the Parkinson and Zabini families.

Pansy had two younger brothers nine and four years old, Blaise a two year old sister.

Their parents however seemed way more nervous than them.

And given their own fidgeting, this was quite an accomplishment.

Harry greeted them before seating himself, while the Bulstrodes took the younger kids into another room, so they could talk.


“I was quite surprised to receive a request for a meeting to discuss your changing sides from you of all of Voldemort's supporters. You two were leading their children after all.”, the raven haired wizard mentioned.

Blaise snorted. “Leading meant we were the ones punished for whatever reason our Death Eater contacts came up with to vent their aggressions.”, he said. “Besides, we believe yours is the winning side in this war.”

Pansy and their parents nodded their agreement.

“Why did you come here so easily and without protection, if you feared this could be a trap?”, she asked.

“I duelled Voldemort to a draw after taking out Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy. I would have all of you stunned and bound long before you could have your wands drawn. Besides, I'm a Master Legilimens. Do you really think I wouldn't read your thoughts? I would have known the very moment I stepped into this room, if you had something planned.”

“Oh...”


“You are aware, the deal for my protection will come at a price quite steep?”

They got more nervous and Pansies Father said: “We are not really wealthy. That's why it was so easy for them to force me into joining them.”

“The price will not be paid in Galleons. I'll have more than I could ever need, as soon as I come of age anyway, and I already have more than enough sources of income to finance this war.”


“What do you want from us?”, he asked shakily.

“The Zabinis,”, he started, “will need to officially Ally themselves with me, follow my decisions in the Wizengamot and offer me their services at a reduced rate.”

The Zabini Family imported exotic potions indigriences and rare ores.

“Additionally Blaise will join my organisation as a slave-class member.”, they started to object, but his next words calmed them. “He will not really be a slave. Being in this class mainly means that every other member can ask you for sexual services, to which you'll have to agree as long as it's nothing dangerous or too humiliating. Given what runs though his blood, this shouldn't be a problem at all.”

Blaise nodded, even though he and his family paled at the mention of their blood heritage.


“We accept, if you can guarantee us sufficient protections.”, Mr Zabini said.

“I will come to you tomorrow to put up a set of additional wards at your home and workplace, including the fidelius. My advice would be to choose someone as secret keeper, who is not only trustworthy, but also does not normally leave the wards. If you want to bring someone in, just stun them and let them read the address once inside.”

He turned to the Mr Parkinson.


“The fact that his brand sullies your arm will be the deciding factor for what I'll demand of you.”

The man gripped his forearm, were he wore the mark.

“It is a slave-brand.”, Harry explained softly. “I will change it into my own, as well as your body into a female one. You will be my property, to do with as I please. You will obey my every order.”

His daughter and wife were shocked, they hadn't anticipated anything like that.

He nodded, tears running silent down his cheeks.

“I own it to them.”, he whispered. “They've been suffering from my mistakes so long already... It's already destroyed the love we had. I don't want it anymore, and I don't want my sons to fall into the same trap. I'll do anything, just please...”


“Come here.”, the emerald eyed wizard ordered and the man came, standing in front of him.

A small wave of his still holstered wand divested the repentant Death Eater of his clothes.

Then Harry touched the Mark on his forearm, which turned into a black phoenix with a sharp stab of pain, not only in that place but the pain even reached his chest before it turned into a different – way more agreeable feeling.

Then the younger wizard moved the new slave-brand till it rested on the back of his slave's shoulder.

Next Harry put a hand on his bare chest and within seconds the man turned into a girl looking about seventeen.


The raven haired wizard cupped one of his slaves breasts kneading it, getting a moan in return, while looking at Mrs. Parkinson.

“I will not demand anything of you or your children, except that you keep this slave in your house, agree to me coming over whenever I want and provide a suitable room for me to use her in.”

“Of cause.”, she agreed hesitantly.

Harry gave each of his new allies a black phoenix amulet, before he accompanied the Parkinson family to their home to update the wards – including a fidelius bound to Mrs. Parkinson.


When two hours later all wards had been set and Mrs. Parkinson had let him read the parchment with the address she as the secret keeper had written, the green eyed wizard went to the guest room – were his still naked slave was already waiting, sitting on the bed and nervously wringing her hands.

He banished his clothes and gear to a chair with his holly wand, before he threw it on top of the pile.

He put a hand on her shoulder and without a single word guided her to lie in the centre of the bed legs spread wide before he climbed on top and lined his erection up with her cunt.

Only then did he talk to her.


“Slave.”, he whispered.

“Y- yes?”

“You are to call me master, slave.”

“Yes, master.”

“I'm about to fuck you, as a good little slave you are going to enjoy it, understood?”

“Y- yes, master.”, she said fearfully.


With a grin on his face, he shoved his member into her.

His slave found to her surprise, that it didn't hurt at all, every move brought her more pleasure, than she ever felt outside of orgasm.

In fact it was a perfect fit even though his cock was bigger than any she had ever seen – usually standing guard while the other Death-eater raped muggle girls she had seen more than a few.

“Stupid little slave.”, he hissed into her ear, while pushing swiftly in and out of her. “I've made your body as a fuck-toy for mine. Of cause it fits perfectly.”

“Yes, master, thank you master!”, she gasped.


Soon, she convulsed with her first orgasm, but instead slowing down, he picked up speed and fucked her even harder, throwing her from one peak to the next until he too let himself go and stopped, completely sheathed in her quivering flesh, groaning as his twitching cock shot his cum into her.

Soon, he slipped out of her and sat up, waiting for her to come down from her sex induced high.


“Slave”, he said finally.

“Yes, master?”

“You are forbidden from having sex with anyone but me until I order differently.”

“Yes, master.”

“You will stay with your former family.”, he said. “You may continue to work as a spell-crafter for the ministry if you can handle all of it from here and without endangering yourself unnecessary.”

“Yes, master. There are quite a few of us working via owl from home.”

“You may give the money earned to your host.”

“Thank you, master.”


Harry stood and with a wave of his wand was clothed again, heading for the door.

Just before opening it, he stopped and said.

“You may keep and continue using your wand, slave.”

“Thank you, master.”, she said, as he left the room.