Nephilim\'s Power

Standing at the door, with an unreadable expression was none other than Hermione Granger. She was looking at the satisfied, happy smiles of Tonks and Ginny, but there was a slight haunted look in her eyes.

“Hello Hermione,” Harry said. “If you would like, you are welcome to join us.”

Seeing her hesitation, Harry added, “Only if you would like.”

“Harry, I just wanted to say that… that I accept your offer. While you hurt me really badly, I accept that I hurt you as well, and I will give you a chance to make it up. You… we’re… one day, I think we can be friends again.”

“I would like that, Hermione. I won't ask for forgiveness, because I haven’t even forgiven myself. All I can do is promise to help you in every area that I can. If you need anything, just tell me, okay? I won't lie and say that I will agree anything you ask for, but I can promise that I won't punish you.”

“Okay,” she said. “I don’t think I can join you yet, Harry.”

“It is completely your choice. Here, there is a secret library on this floor of Grimmauld Place. Knock yourself out.”

Hermione nodded and left.

Tonks kissed Harry on the cheek. “That was a nice thing you did, Harry.”

Harry blew out a breath. “I think that I will always see her as the first friend I ever had, no matter what she does. She had that place in my heart Tonks. I think that is why I was so furious when I heard of her betrayal.”

“I understand, Harry. I think she will understand too, given time.”

Harry nodded. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you girls want to come with me?”

Tonks smirked. “I’m in.”

“Me too,” Ginny said.

Harry smirked and picked the two women up, slinging them over his back. They shrieked to be put down, but Harry smiled and carried them to the shower. Once they were all inside, with hot water soothing their muscles that were tired from a hot afternoon of sex. They each grabbed bars of soap, and tried to completely cover each other. Having two slippery, wet girls rubbing against him got Harry hard again, which Tonks took care of, using soap as lubrication, allowing her to jerk him off at an extremely fast rate. Then they each had their hands in each others hair, rubbing shampoo all over each other, and loving every minute of it. The one problem was that the proximity to wet womanly bodies kept Harry hard, so eventually Tonks turned the water freezing cold, and they got out.

Harry settled down to study mind magic in Grimmauld Place, thoroughly relaxed with a goofy grin on his face. He came across an interesting term while studying Legilimency.

In Malefic Mental Magicks he read a passage saying that ‘The only true telepaths are natural telepaths who are born with the art; it cannot be learned. On the other hand, Psionists can learn mental magic similar to telepaths, although the science is a very abstract and difficult one. Psionists are usually powerful wizards who have such a great degree of control over their body and mind, that they transcend the realms of Occlumency and Legilimency; they can simply channel their magical energy through their minds rather than their wands. Wandless magic is a basic form of Psionism. Psionists with proper training can use their minds to create physical or magical objects, and use their mind even to kill and mentally maim. Psionists find it easy to change matter, a feat that wizards can perform, but with more difficulty. The last documented Psion was Kael’nor the Forgotten, who was possibly one of the most powerful wizards even known, but was wiped out of Wizarding records when he died. According to rumor, he was killed by his brother, Ethel the Paladin, who is known for his for many great deeds, including finding a cure for the Wizards Plague, which Kael’nor tried to introduce to Europe in 1789. Historians believe that Kael’nor somehow found a way to recreate the Muggle Black Plague, but with elements that affect Wizards more strongly. It is not known how Kael’nor managed this, but it is known that the only power he possessed that his brother did not was Psionism, so it is assumed that the strongest of Psionists are able to control nature with their minds. Nearly all records of Kael’nor have been burned, and it is a forbidden topic.

That was interesting, Harry thought. Apparently Psionists could use their minds to make things happen, whereas normal wizards needed to use their wands and incantations. Harry was able to do nonverbal magic, and he had been practicing wandless magic. He hadn’t thought anything of it, figuring that they were both things that powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort could do as well. But… it said here that wandless magic was a basic branch of Psionism, as was Legilimency and Occlumency. Was it possible that he was a Psionist? He used his mind to levitate Tonks earlier, but then again… Dumbledore knew wandless magic, and Harry doubted his headmaster was a Psion. It said here that Psionists were only the most powerful of wizards. Was it possible that Dumbledore was extremely powerful, but not powerful enough? Was it possible that he, a Nephilim, could accumulate sufficient power to study the forgotten art. After all, the Nephilim in his dream had said that he was a strong Nephilim, and Nephilim were extremely powerful mentally and magically. There was definitely something to be explored here.

“Hermione,” Harry said.

“Yes?” she said anxiously.

“Can you help me find any books on something called Psionism or Psionists?”

“Why?” she asked.

Harry forced himself to not get demanding. He was trying to repair a relationship. “It is a branch of mind magic that I want to study. Hey, you’re a smart witch, so I think that it is possible that you could start learning some Occlumency in your spare time.”

That was a bait she couldn’t resist. Her eyes lit up and she began to do what she did best; search through libraries. Harry was aware of how he had gotten what he wanted without yelling, but he still didn’t like to be questioned.

Harry watched her as she bent over the shelves and searched. She had certainly taken his advice about buying whatever clothes she wanted, Harry realized. She looked pretty good in tight jeans and a tank top. It would be interesting to integrate her back into his Grimmauld Place rumblings. Right now he was torn by his desire to assert power over her, like he had done before, and his desire to help her heal. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he was fantasizing about raping her, but he simply couldn’t help it. He decided to leave the library before he broke his vow. He portkeyed out into Muggle London, deciding to get a quick woman or two… or three, for the slight power increase. Muggles gave him a lot less power than wizards, but some of the woman he met really knew how to take a cock. He also learned a lot from them. Plus, he was limited by his name in the Wizarding World. If he knocked up a female and someone else found out, the word would soon reach Dumbledore, who would know he was only pretending to be rotting in Privet Drive. Once he got to Hogwarts the real journey to power could begin. He had already begun to think about which witches he would use for a night, and which he would add to his harem.

The next day, he decided to stop by Privet Drive, to make sure the imitation Harry was still functioning. With a nod of satisfaction, he noticed that the fake Harry would still stay in his room and move about randomly. It left the room once in a while, but since it wasn’t eating anything or using the Dursley’s money for its needs, they ignored him.

He only had a few more days until Hogwarts, and tomorrow Fleur would be arriving. He figured that while he was at Hogwarts, Tonks and Fleur could be his spies in the Order and he could pop back every once in a while for some fun. Unfortunately, that left him only Ginny and Hermione at Hogwarts initially, but what to do? He would just have to start expanding as soon as possible.


Hermione couldn’t find anything else on Psionism, so Harry decided to just practice wandless magic and Legilimency in his spare time. Fleur returned the next day, and Harry told sent her a message, telling her that she should pretend that she was still a proper Order member, so that she could spy for him. He also told her to slip away and meet him later.

So there he was, sitting in the library, when Fleur found him. She was wearing a snug blouse and jeans that hugged her luscious legs, and Harry knew it was her before he saw her by her Veela charm that hit him like a sexy perfume.

“Hello Fleur, welcome to my humble quarters,” he said.

“Thank you, Harry, it is nice to see you again,” she said.

“Alright, so why don’t I just go ahead and tell you more about the plan? Take a seat,” he said, gesturing to a seat nearby. “So, Tonks will be your partner here at Grimmauld, and you can trust her. She will train you in the field of battle, since she is an Auror, and you can use this library to study whatever subjects you wish to. I don’t have a concrete plan yet, but the two of you will be spying on Dumbledore’s Order, so that we can know what he is up to. In the mean time, I will be recruiting and making allies. Remember, you can immediately contact me using this mirror, and should you ever be put in a situation where you feel insecure, go straight back to Delacour Manor.”

“I understand, Harry. I am a pretty good actor, I shall have them convinced,” she assured him. “What do you plan to do to recruit?” she asked.

“Well, I’m going to make allies out of Hogwarts’s finest students, and most influential families. Slowly, we will create a new power in Britain that can fight Dumbledore, Voldemort, and the Ministry. But that will take a while, and if anyone finds out before we are ready…”

“I see. Well, can I not help more than staying here in Grimmauld Place?”

“I suppose if you know any Veela who would be interested in joining…” Harry trailed off.

“That is a good idea, I will see. I do not have any on the top of my mind, but I believe that is a good thing to investigate. You are quite clever, Harry,” she said.

Harry resisted the urge to laugh. “So… did you enjoy seeing your family again? I really enjoyed meeting them.” He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Yes, it was nice to see them. I miss them, you know, even though I am nineteen. They really liked you, especially Gabrielle,” she pointed out.

Harry chuckled. “She had good tastes then, wouldn’t you agree?”

Fleur laughed. “Gabrielle was giving me the death-glare after you left.”

“You know, I would have given you kiss right then and there if you hadn’t been thinking the same thing,” he pointed out.

“Really?” she said. “Why don’t you do it now?”

“Why don’t I?” Harry moved closer to kiss her, pouring his Nephilim power into her, making her tremble with anticipation. Harry stopped and put both hands on her shoulders. “Are you okay?” he asked gently. He moved to kiss her on the cheek, but Fleur had already grabbed his head and was pulling him towards her lips. Harry kissed her with a slow passion, mixing in teasing licks that made her moan and tremble. He was not one to forget about the whole picture, so his hands worked stimulating patterns on her sides and back. He said her name once, and then kissed his way to her ear, where he breathed, “Fleur… you’re so beautiful…”

She pressed her body and breasts against him and they moved back until he was against the wall, and her tongue was inside of his mouth. So far, she was the best kisser, with Tonks in a close second. She pressed against him harder when she felt his hardness.

“Harry…” she said, sucking on his adam’s apple as her hand stroked his bulge. “We’re all alone now.”

Harry knew that she had wanted him that night, and he made her feel the exact same way as she had felt then by hugging her close to him and kissing her with a passion that was not hungry or starved, but manly and sexy. “Do you want me Fleur?”

“Yes,” she breathed against his lips. “Take me, Harry, or I will take you.”

There’s the Veela passion he had grown to love… Harry lay her down on the bed and slowly worshipped her body, slowly removing her clothes, and kissing and sucking at each of her perfect features. He was a master of building anticipation, which he did my kissing his way up her bare thigh, stroking her toned leg in his hand, but instead of moving to her pussy in a rush, moving to kiss her stomach, so that his beating heart was pressed between her pussy.

“Harry!” she said.

“Shh, Flower, lie back and enjoy, there is no rush.” Harry removed her shirt, and playfully licked at her navel. He slid his body against hers gracefully, while his muscular arms rubbed against her perfect hourglass figure. He got her nipples hard by kissing them through her bra, and then removed the article of clothing, and he stared at her in all her glory. They were so firm and… touchable, that was the word. They were begging for his touch, and his touch he gave in perhaps one of the most thorough tit-fondling-and-licking sessions he had ever given.

She was moaning and stroking his muscled back and arms, while she followed his instructions and let him take control of the tempo. His dick had almost reached her pussy when he moved on and kissed and very gently nibbled at her soft neck, causing her to wriggle under him, trying to force the gorgeous male on top of her to enter her. Harry chuckled and then brought his lips to her face, simply enjoying her marvelous kissing skills. Her pussy was obviously wet enough for him, so he decided to waste no time. He had been thinking about her pink lips ever since he saw her masturbating. He slowly slipped in, saying her name, and closing his eyes in the pleasure he was receiving from feeling her soft, perfect pussy envelop more and more of his pulsing mass of manhood.

“Oh, Harry! You fill me up so well…”

He was aware of everything now, every inch of her lovely skin that felt like heaven against every inch of his, her breasts that were against his heart, her scent that mingled with his scent. Most of all, he was aware of the fact that he was binding her to him, and his violet aura was connecting her to him as his cock slid in and out, methodically stimulating her horny pussy. She moaned and met his thrusts, yelling out his name, and soon, she was climaxing as she never had before. Harry, after bringing her to orgasm, gave her a kiss, and then sped up, pumping up and down, spearing her like a man possessed. Her cries were frequent and filled with passion, like music to his ears.

“Your pussy is so hot, Fleur, it’s heaven,” he said. “I’m going to… Fleur, I’m going to, oh fuck, I’m cumming in your burning pussy!” As Harry thrust harder and harder, Fleur was on the verge of her second orgasm, and was a bit disappointed when Harry came, leaving her on the verge of release. Still, he was still the best she had ever had.

Harry rolled off Fleur, but if she thought he was done, she was wrong. Harry grabbed her legs and pulled her upside down. She was about to ask what he was doing, but she could feel two fingers spreading her nether lips wide open, and a tongue licking the surrounding area.

She moaned and threw her head back in pleasure, and that was all the signal that Harry needed to fully thrust his tongue inside and suckle on her female folds. He was a multitasker, pumping his index finger in and out, while his hot tongue and lips tasted her sweet pink pussy.

She noticed that Harry had become amazingly hard and huge while his head was in between her legs, and she bent over, licking and sucking his member while he did the same for her. She was so horny, and Harry could feel it in the way she sucked at him with vigor and raw desire. Her beautiful lips enveloped more and more of him, until he could feel those perfect lips kissing the base of his member, while his head was in her vibrating throat. She managed to hold Harry in her throat for a few seconds before she drew close to gagging, but she loved every minute of it, knowing from his groans and the way he licked at her like there was no tomorrow, that they were both enjoying the sex immensely.

She very gently ran her teeth along the member, and then kissed the head. She was part-Veela, and she somehow knew which veins in his member got the most pleasure from her mouth, so she resumed her sucking with an increased pace, but stopping every once in a while to run her tongue up and down his length. Realizing that Harry was making her cum, she sucked as she had never sucked before, causing Harry to say her name in pleasure and thrust his member upwards slightly in a perfect rhythm to her mouth. Fleur took him deep in the mouth, as far as she could go, and then she realized she was about to get overwhelmed in pleasure and orgasm. Harry’s name vibrated in her throat as she moaned his name, and that proved to be too much for him. He shot hit load into Fleur’s angelic mouth, and worked his tongue furiously, pushing against her g-spot and bringing her to a mind-blowing climax.

After she regained her senses, she snuggled against Harry. Harry, on the other hand, was far from finished. She was cuddling his wet face into her breasts, and within a few minutes, she received a poke on her thigh. “Again?” she said incredulously.

“How do you want it, Flower?”

“Well…” Fleur took too long to decide, so Harry made a decision. He hoisted her wonderful bum in the air, gripped both of her thighs, and pressed her bum against his upper hip, his member entering her pussy from behind. Harry groaned as he pulled her all the way against him, doggystyle was always great when the girl had a lovely bum that was just begging for attention. He started slow, but he eventually increased his pace until he was thrusting hard and fast, tearing her pussy apart. He wasn’t gentle about it, and he knew that Fleur would be sore in the morning, but he knew that she had never been fucked with this intensity and speed.

She cried every time he thrust, but Harry knew it was of ecstasy, not pain, because she was arching her hips, making it easier for Harry to fuck her. After she came, Harry pulled out, and stuck his hand into her dripping pussy, getting it nice and wet. He then used the fluid to lubricate her ass, which first took his finger, and then with a weak protest from Fleur, two fingers.

“Harry, I don’t think this is a…”

“Fleur, relax, I will go slowly,” he said soothingly. The tip of his member brushed against her hole in between her perfect cheeks. She cried out as two inches of him went inside her. He didn’t move, allowing her muscles to relax. He took it very slowly, until finally, he was fully clenched by her tight hole.

“Ready Fleur?”

“I think so,” she said, swaying a bit backwards affirmatively.

Harry slowly pulled back, and thrust forward, repeating the process every twenty seconds. He was being very gentle, since he knew this was a virgin hole for Fleur. However, she was beginning to enjoy it, and Harry put a few fingers in her pussy as he picked up the pace, causing her to curse in French against her pillow. He concentrated fully on her perfect ass, and orgasmed quickly, spraying thick white liquid into her ass.

“Did you like that, Fleur,” Harry asked, moving back next to her, and massaging her breasts tenderly.

“Oh yes, Harry,” Fleur said.

“I did too; all of it. You’re really great, you know that, Fleur?”

“Harry, you are too!” She kissed him full on the lips, her golden hair cascading around him in waves. For five minutes, Harry lay back and enjoyed the snogging session, thinking of all the possibilities that existed with a part-Veela, a Metamorphmagus, and two pretty teens. He wondered what it would be like to have all four of them in bed with him. Sometime he would have to do that.

“Fleur, you can stay in this room when I am at Hogwarts. I will come back every weekend, to ahem, talk with you.”

“I will look forward to that,” she said. “Are you hard again?” she cried incredulously.

“Don’t worry about it, Fleur, I’m going to take a shower.”

“But… how?”

“Fleur, I’m just not your normal guy, let’s leave it at that… my appetites are rather large. You were wonderful, and I really like you, don’t feel bad that you are exhausted.”

“Okay, Harry. I believe you; you are surely something special. I do not know what, but you haven’t ceased to amaze me since you walked in to my house.”

Harry kissed her on the cheek. “Alright, you take care, Flower. Remember, if you ever need anything, contact me. I’ll check in next weekend.”

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Okay, sorry if you read the glitched chapter and were disappointed. Hopefully you came back and read this one.

After making you wait a few chapters, did you think Fleur's taking was hot enough?

About the Psionism, I stole it from a mixture of nerdy RPGs that I play, or fantasy books that I have read. If you aren't clear about what exactly it is, then don;t worry, as it will be revealed later, when Harry finds out more. So I'll answer what questions I can, but I may have to give you the 'waitnfindout'.

Okay next up, Hogwarts.