Harry and his witches

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, and storylines do not belong to me, but to JK Rowling.

Everyone walked off of the train. Harry could already tell with Susan on his arm, Bellatrix and Narcissa on each side with Neville and Daphne bringing up the rear, that they were a different group that alone would bring a lot of trouble to him. Neville wasn’t going to have any easier of a time. Harry sighed and continued to walk in silence; the only noises that were made were the sounds of walking and the occasional giggle from Daphne when Neville got a little too playful.

“’Arry!” a deep, booming voice called out. Harry turned and smiled when he saw the giant figure of Hagrid charging at him. The ground seemed to tremble underneath him as each giant step was made. Only three feet away, Hagrid extended his arms and enveloped Harry in a bone-crushing hug. “’Arry! Say it ain’t so!” Bellatrix and Narcissa giggled at the sight of Harry being crushed by the half-giant.

“Hagrid…” Harry rasped out. “I can’t… breathe!” On the word ‘breathe,’ Harry’s back let out the loudest crack anyone in the group has ever heard. Instantly, Hagrid released Harry, who landed gracefully on his feet. “Thanks.... How’s Gwap been?”

“Oh, he is having a fine time,” Hagrid explained. “His English is really coming along, and so are his motor skills. He has quite the crush on another giant in the forest. She -- Hey! No changing the subject! Now, let me know what has happened to you.” Hagrid turned and looked at the group. “Why aren’t you with Hermione and Ron…? And who might you two be?”

“My name is Ellie. It is very nice to meet you,” Bellatrix stated, extending her hand to shake, only to have it engulfed by his.

“Mine would be Cissa,” Narcissa stated, shaking his hand like her sister had done, only to have the same result.

“Well, now that you are all introduced, we should be going. I promise, Hagrid, I will come out to your hut after school and explain everything that is going on.” Hagrid, for the moment, accepted his answer and allowed the students to pass.

Narcissa whipped her hand off on her school robes, which didn’t go unnoticed by Harry. “What was on your hand?” Harry asked as they walked. Neville and Daphne took off for ahead to do some… exploring.

“Nothing. That half-breed touched it.” Bellatrix said the word ‘half-breed’ with such disgust, that it disturbed Harry.

“What is wrong with Hagrid?” Harry asked as they stopped walking. (He didn’t want everyone to hear the hatred that Harry thought would come out of their mouths.)

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” Narcissa said, raising her nose into the air. “He is bellow us.”

“No, he isn’t,” Harry stated. Ginny and Susan moved behind Harry, not to give him support, but just to be out of the line of fire should he lose his temper like he did last year many times before.

“How is he not?” Bellatrix asked. “We are smarter than he is, stronger, and faster.”

Harry wasn’t shocked or stunned. Racism and superiority was taught within the pureblood families; the only reason that it didn’t come up until now was because he was surrounded with purebloods and Muggles. This isn’t something that he can order to change. This was the way that they were raised, and nothing could change it all that fast.

“Fine, then. Think that if you want to.... I guess that I will have to prove you wrong,” Harry stated confidently.

True, Harry (as well as Susan and Ginny) hated the way that the two sisters referred to every other half-breed as under them, but couldn’t stand to be mad at them. It was the way that they were raised in their families, what was pounded in their brains. Yes, it could be changed, but it wouldn’t be changed easily; they would need time and make the discovery of the truth on their own.

“Look, you were already sorted into the Slytherin house; why don’t you go on ahead? When we get our schedules, we can make time to be together that way. Now go,” Harry ordered.

The girls felt that they did something wrong, something to upset Harry, which wasn’t all that far from the truth. Resigning themselves, they did as ordered and entered the castle, walking into the main hall and taking a seat at the Slytherin table. They didn’t want to upset Harry anymore than they already managed to do.

Sighing, Harry walked with his slaves, an arm draped over each shoulder. Luna managed to disappear long before they even left the compartment of the train. “So, my slaves, what do you say to a nice, long bath?” Harry asked, feeling the happiness pour off of them at the prospect. Harry may be responsible, but he was still a human and had desires just like his slaves. ‘Perhaps I was a bit too hard on the Black sisters,’ he thought. ‘I’ll make it up to them tomorrow.’

Resigning for the moment, he followed the girls as they led him to a bathroom that use to belong to Moaning Myrtle. She had recently abandoned the bathroom to spend more and more time with someone that she had just met… Cedric. He returned to Hogwarts to comfort a distraught Cho Chang. When she felt better, he wandered around and met Myrtle; turns out that they made a very nice couple.

Immediately, the girls turned on the bath. Soon, the giant tub filled with hot water. Ginny only took minutes to strip down.

Finally! Since last, year Harry has had fantasies about Ginny this way. The only obstacle was what he thought was a friendship with Ron, which Harry had long forsaken. He now had the opportunity to admire his slave; she had a very trim hourglass figure. Although she was petite, she still had a very nice body. She had “C” breasts and a firm, toned ass, just begging to be touched.

Harry felt his body quiver; it was amazing. In almost one motion, she jumped into the large bath and was totally submerged. She rose up as bubbles clung to her figure, and in a teasingly slow motion, she ran her hands down her body, whipping away the bubbles from her stomach and womanhood. Flashing Harry a very lustful smile, she sank down and waited at the edge of the water. “I think Susan would like help with her outfit. It might be a little tougher than it looks.”

Harry turned and found her staring at him intently, unblinkingly. Her left hand was cupping her breast, her other hand fiddling with a button on her schoolgirl uniform. Harry thanked whatever gods existed for placing him in such a delightful position. Walking behind Susan, he started at the top, slowly unbuttoning each button. He paused when he reached her chest, taking one in each hand and moving them in circles. His skin tingled when Susan rested her head on his shoulder.

Deciding that enough was enough, Harry finished tearing off her shirt, bra, and skirt. Since the train ride, she didn’t bother to put on panties. Eagerly, Harry tore off his clothes and jumped into the bath with Ginny and Susan.

Once in, the two women surrounded him; Ginny had the shampoo and Susan had the soap. Susan planned to pay him back for the excitement that he gave her earlier. Ginny sat on the edge of the tub, Harry’s head positioned between her legs. She made soothing movements with her hands, caressing and massaging Harry’s head and scalp. She made the same movements over and over again, and Harry threw his head back to rest on her womanhood, causing her to gasp out.

Susan lathered up her hands, staring intently at Harry’s face, almost measuring his expressions for pleasure or displeasure. She started with his chest, in circles, slowly moving closer to his nipples. He let out a low sigh and smiled at her. Encouraged, she moved lower to his stomach, letting her hands roam over his toned stomach. She let out a low giggle when each of her fingers ran over his belly button, making him twist his head between Ginny’s legs.

“I think that I am very clean now,” Harry stated, stealing the soap from Susan. “It is your turn now, Susan.” Grabbing her shoulders softly, he turned her into Ginny’s legs. She faced Harry and placed her arms over Ginny’s legs. Lounging comfortably, she eagerly awaited the set of hands to roam over her body.

Ginny made the same movements that she did to Harry. Earning the same reaction from him, she wanted to please them both. They were hers, and she was theirs. She held nothing that they couldn’t see -- no secrets. It was obvious from the encounter on the train that she loved Susan’s body. It was desirable, something that you would see in a painting or a gallery; it was the vision of art and beauty.

She rinsed out Susan’s hair and placed a hand on her cheek. Susan looked up to find Ginny’s angelic smile inches away, lips nearly touching. Closing the space, Susan’s eyes went wide. She was kissing a girl, a girl that happened to be her master’s slave. ‘Is this allowed?’ she thought, looking to Harry, lips still on Ginny’s. Harry merely smiled, saying without words, ‘Go ahead. Enjoy yourself.’

Their lips smacked when they separated, then returned to touching gently. Harry liked the sight of his slaves sharing something. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, he lathered up his hands and went to work on Susan’s neck, caressing and massaging. Every now and then, she would moan into Ginny’s mouth, voicing her opinion on the gentleness. He was their master; they would deny him nothing. Moving to her chest, Harry massaged them the best he could from the front.

Almost immediately after his hands came into contact, Susan’s nipples became hard. Harry had done nothing like this before, but he knew from what Dean and Seamus said that the nipples were the one of the best places to kiss a girl. Deciding that it was soapy enough, Harry ran water over her chest; it gleamed when the lights shined on it. Her nipples were hard, but Harry thought they would look better red and swollen. Lowering his head, he traced around it with his tongue, his right hand over her left breast. Susan’s moans became faster and more constant. Finally, he took the whole nipple in his mouth and pulled back, and a small popping noise was the result. Susan moaned names -- unintelligible names -- but still names.

“I think that Master would like the same treatment,” Ginny stated. Hopping into the water, she gently moved Susan and led Harry to the ledge she was just sitting at. Harry rose, not caring that his dick was on display. Both the girls stared at it. ‘Harry is bigger then Dean and Michael,’ Ginny thought.

‘Draco could never compare to my master,’ Susan admired. Harry was seven and a half inches long, well above the average.

The girls shared a glance, then took a hold, each of their small hands on the base of his swelling member. Harry threw his head back and moaned as they each stuck out their tongues and licked the tip of his member. Slowly, Susan pulled back, allowing Ginny the chance to play with Harry and his member. Taking half in her mouth, she sucked like it was a lollypop, bobbing her head occasionally just to stir a higher emotion out of Harry.

Susan watched in morbid fascination. She felt odd. No word could describe how wet she was in between her legs, and she was sure that it wasn’t water. Rising to the ledge, she did something that hasn’t crossed her mind since the encounter with Draco and Rudolphus: she pleasured herself. Slowly, she let her left hand pinch and twist her left nipple, her right hand let it’s nails move down her stomach and onto her womanhood. It was dripping wet, far wetter then she had been in a long time. Starting off, she stuck two fingers inside of herself, searching for just the right spot. Her left hand left her breast and moved down to her nub, teasing it by rubbing the surrounding areas. The sight, her sent, the sounds of not only her and Harry’s moans, but of Ginny’s slurping, was pushing her to new heights. Seizing her nub, she pinched a little as she fell back. Moaning loudly, she climaxed, sending her juices into the pool.

Finally, Harry came in Ginny’s mouth. She happily drank down the liquid and pulled back. “Did I do well, my master?” Ginny asked, no evidence that Harry’s cum ever entered her mouth.

“Very good, my slave,” Harry said, offering her his hand. “Susan, did you enjoy yourself…?” Harry asked. Susan’s arms trembled as she pushed herself off of the poolside and onto her feat, nodding enthusiastically. “Good. Maybe next time I could enter you.... Allow me to see your marks.” Each girl turned their backs to Harry, proudly displaying the lightning bolt into their skins as scars. The skin tone was only a little darker then the rest. “How’s about we go and get some rest, hmm?”

As the girls took a hold of one of Harry’s arms, they failed to notice a pair of wide eyes staring at them from inside of one of the stalls.

Brushing off the weird feeling of being watched, Harry led the girls out to the cafeteria to get something to eat. It didn’t matter if the feast was over, Dobby and the elves would be more than happy to fix them something to eat. It was in their very nature to be caring and want to take care of humans.

“Harry, I apologize,” a voice said from within the cafeteria.

“Nothing to worry about, Ellie,” Harry said, walking through the big oak doors and past the Black sisters. “You didn’t do anything wrong. After all, you were raised that way. And I like how you defended your point of view, even knowing that I didn’t agree with you.... It showed character.” The girls beamed at his complement. “We just got out of the bath.... Maybe next time you would join us.”

“No, they will not, Mr. Potter!” a voice boomed. It belonged to the headmaster. “Mrs. Granger just told me what she has witnessed and you will be allowed nowhere near these young ladies.”

Harry turned to the manipulative codger. With a cold, almost disconnected stare in his eyes, he looked upon the man he once considered a grandfather. “You have interfered with my life one too many times. I have had enough. If you try to order me like that again, then I will leave from your lives and only return for Voldemort’s.”

Dumbledore’s confidence seemed to falter, if only for a minute. “This is my castle,” he stated confidently. “I authorize who leaves and who stays and who does what. You don’t hold any power here, Mr. Potter. Now, I suggest that you take your slaves to your room. You two will go to the Slytherin common room.” Each shrugged off his threat. It meant nothing; they could destroy the wards if they saw fit. “Harry… I am so very disappointed in you.”

Harry laughed at his last comment. “I couldn’t care less,” he stated.

He continued to the Gryffindor common room, where a small welcoming committee no doubt waited for him, more than likely wanting to give their ‘thanks’ for taking these two into slavery. “Ready your wands. Ginny, your brother and Hermione have probably told everyone about this and our bathroom escapade. Be ready for anything. They will more than likely try to break our bond. If you want it to happen, then let it. Although, if you would like to stay with me… then fight back.”

Ginny nuzzled into his chest. “Wasn’t today proof enough that I want to be with you?”

“Yes,” Harry stated, holding her close to him, “it was more than enough. I just wanted to let you know that, is all.” Bravely, they walked through the portrait hole, and sure enough there was a small brigade of individuals waiting for them to walk through. Harry took note how Neville nodded to him and placed his hand into his pocket, just incase things got far out of hand.

It wasn’t anyone’s intention to stay that long, since they wanted to go to the Hufflepuff dorm. Harry and Susan heard rumors that there were some slaves in there. That, and the small gang the Hufflepuff Vanguard would more than likely put Harry, Susan, Ginny, Neville, and even the Slytherin girls up and protect them if it was necessary. All Harry really wanted to do was to get Ginny’s things and inform Neville. Not only was Neville consorting with Harry, but he was dating a Slytherin now. Word gets out fast and fists could fly in their dorm; it was all unnecessary.

“Release them, Harry!” Hermione demanded.

“Release who?” Harry asked, playing dumb just to tick her off.

“My sister, you bastard!” Ron said, Dean and Seamus now at his rear. No, they didn’t forget what went down on the train, but it didn’t matter here. Harry wasn’t welcome, and would be overwhelmed if a fight broke out.

“She can leave if she wants,” Harry said, placing a hand on Ginny’s back, gently pushing her forward. “Make a decision, Ginny. You want to be with me, or do you want to go with your brother? I am sure that they have a potion ready to break the bond if you really don’t want to be with me.” Harry gave Ginny a reassuring smile. ‘I want them to hear her, and I want her to make her own decision.’ Despite what his brain said, that she had free will, he still thought that he was influencing her with the bond.

“I want to stay with Harry. Hermione, Ron… whatever you said about him, you are wrong,” Ginny stated, walking back to Harry’s side. “Do you want me to get my things, Master?” Harry smiled at his slave, giving her a prolonged kiss right in front of Ron, Dean, and Seamus. Each had a certain attachment to the girl, which only made their squirming more delightful for Harry to watch. Breaking the kiss, he watched her run up to her dorm, disappearing up the staircase.

“Susan, I believe that the same offer is open to you.” Wandlessly and wordlessly, Harry summoned the vial to his hand and handed it to Susan. “I offer you the chance of freedom.... Do you want to take it?” Like Ginny, Harry wanted Susan to make the decision for herself. It was mostly for her, but a part of him wanted to make sure this is what she really wanted.

Every eye fell upon her. She uncorked the bottle and lifted it to her face, examining it very carefully. “See, Harry, they want to be free. Maybe now you will realize how wrong you were.... What are you doing, Susan?!” Hermione started confidently, but eyes went wide with horror when Susan turned the bottle upside down and poured the liquid out. It made an odd sound when the liquid hit the plush red carpeting.

“I choose my master, that is what,” Susan said, turning around and wrapping her arms around him.

“They are happy with me. Why can’t you see that?” Harry asked. “Maybe you were just born blind.”

“I am blind…? How?! Anyone can see that you are influencing them!” Hermione shouted. She now only held three-fourths of the Gryffindors’ favor; some actually were coming around to Harry.

“Well, anything outside of what you see or understand is automatically wrong. I mean, the house elves actually enjoy working for us… and you still try to free them. You don’t see the field of gray. The field that is neither good nor bad, it just merely exists. That is what I am: gray. The girls love me and I love them.”

Harry paused for a minute. “I think I know where you are going. Just because some slaves are badly treated doesn’t mean that I will treat my slave badly. The same is for the house elves. I value my elf, Dobby. He is my friend, and I know that most of you see them as I do.”

‘I can’t believe it…’ Hermione thought. ‘Some people are buying his garbage.’ While it wasn’t a lot of people, Harry was winning some favor. A lot of the Gryffindor Quidditch team seemed to back him. “I won’t believe it!” Hermione screamed. “I will not allow you to corrupt anyone else!” With that, Hermione, Ron, Dean, and Seamus pulled out their wands. With a cutting curse, Harry’s face spurted blood; it flew down his face and onto his shirt.

“Stop!” Neville said, throwing a shield before Susan and Harry. Katie Bell stood beside Neville.

Ginny, in the meantime, came down from the stairs, her wand dawn. Susan had just healed Harry’s cut. It was tender, but the skin was healed and the blood had stopped flowing. “Did you give Ginny the serum?” Ron screamed back at another girl who followed Ginny up the stairs and into her dorm. The girl nodded. “Ginny, you’re safe now,” Ron stated, approaching his sister.

Ginny smiled angelically as she fired a skin-boiling curse at her older brother. Everyone stared in shock as Ron’s skin began to go red and steam. He fell to the ground, screaming and holding his arm. “I choose Harry because he is a hero -- my hero. He saved me from being raped by you and your goons, you sick, incestuous-loving pervert.

“Harry, yes, they did give me the serum,” Ginny stated, walking over her brother and up to Harry, “but I still choose you.”

Katie stood behind Harry. “I think it would be best if we leave,” she said as Dean fired a jelly legs curse.

“Why, this is so pathetic. We wouldn’t even have to try hard to crush them,” Harry said, easily weaving between the few curses that they managed to fire.

“Still, the last thing that any of us need is more trouble,” Katie retorted when Neville created a very powerful shield his family invented. It bent when a curse hit it and sent the curse back at the opponent, twice as strong and twice as fast. “Do you have any idea of where we could go?”

“The Hufflepuff dormitory. They will take us in,” Harry stated, running down the hall and into another corridor, Susan said the password and the statues jumped out of the way.

A/N: Hi. Like always, ideas would be appreciated.

I apologize for the bit of latness...my fiance needed to get her dress picked up problem was it was made in Idaho...I know it is a wierd state to have that done but it was her home state and I really didn't mind spending a week alone with her.

Ok, so far on the save list we have Katie bell, Terry boot and lisa turnpin (I don't remember her...someone help). Can anyone guess what the Pintar ritual is...if you can and leave an adress, I'll send all of the very nice details.