Chapter 5
The holidays passed swiftly for Harry and his friends. Sooner than they would have wished the group was back at Hogwarts. After Defense Against the Dark Arts Harry was pulled aside by Remus.
"Harry…I thought you might have more trouble with the Dementors than most people your age. I know the Ministry has pulled them away from the school but that doesn't mean you won't face them at some point in your life. In fact, I wouldn't be terribly surprised if they joined the other side. I think it would be a good idea if you learned the Patronus charm. I know it's traditionally not taught until Masters level charms or except in the case of special careers but I have observed how good you are with magic and believe you stand a good chance of performing it," Remus suggested.
Harry could tell the man was looking for a way to reconnect with him after realizing just how much had been missed out on over the years. Sirius was looking for the same thing. Sirius had bought Harry a Firebolt racing broom for Christmas and had also purchased himself one. The two wizards had spent a great deal of time flying over Christmas break.
"Sure Remus," Harry answered. "I would like to give the charm a try."
"The first session will have to wait until Thursday at the earliest. I am afraid I am feeling a bit under the weather Harry," Remus replied.
"Remus…you do not have to hide what you are from me. I keep an open mind and am not judgmental. I know you are a werewolf," Harry assured.
Remus paled considerably before asking, "Did Sirius tell you?"
"He didn't have to," the celebrity assured. "Any decently intelligent person who spent a term under your tutelage should be able to figure it out from the times you get sick."
"What does that say about your classmates?" Remus mused.
"Well it reflects nothing on those in my group of friends. They have all figured it out," Harry pointed out. Although in truth Hermione had pointed it out to the others. "They won't be telling anyone."
"You really are quite a bit like your parents Harry," Remus informed the Rider.
After arranging a time for Patronus lessons Harry rejoined his friends who had been waiting for him in the hallway.
"What did Remus want?" Hermione inquired curiously.
"To teach me the Patronus charm," Harry answered. "He and Sirius want to bond with me now that I'm back in their lives."
"But you already scare the souls out of Dementors," Nym pointed out with a slight smirk.
"Wow…you're really going to go there," Cho said.
The two older witches had just emerged from classrooms in nearby corridors and joined the group on the way to lunch. They had picked up on the conversation topic quickly enough.
"I don't get it," Hannah said.
"Instead of the saying that the shit can be scared out of someone…Nym has so cleverly pointed out that the equivalent of shit for Dementors are souls because that is what they consume," Cho explained mockingly.
"Hmm…do Dementors defecate souls?" Luna posed the question. Nobody could answer. "That's a good question for Professor Dumbledore."
"Do it," Susan urged.
Plastering an innocent expression on her features Luna raised her wand and whispered a spell. The words the blonde was thinking appeared glowing above the house tables.
"Professor Dumbledore, do Dementors defecate souls?" Luna's words read.
Dumbledore did a classic spit take, spraying his pumpkin juice out in front of him. Luckily nobody was within range of the spray. Somebody guffawed before laughter began to break out. Several people actually appeared thoughtful, mostly Ravenclaws. When the old man had collected himself enough he stood and the hall quieted down to hear his reply.
"I am afraid Miss Lovegood that I have not studied the digestive system of a Dementor," Dumbledore admitted.
"I do not believe anyone has," Flitwick added.
"Perhaps someday you might like to pursue research that will answer that question Miss Lovegood," Albus proposed before sitting down.
"I think I'd prefer to research how to annihilate them professor," Luna replied back, causing more mirth among the students.
Harry locked eyes with Professor Regan and saw the mirth in the Arithmancy teacher's eyes that mirrored the grin on her lips.
"Luna…you've got balls," Hermione suggested.
"Big brass ones," Neville added.
"They're not as big as Harry's," Luna deadpanned with a perfectly straight faced.
"Of course not," Nym agreed with a wink towards her wizard.
The meal continued on with playful banter and talk amongst friends.
"I got your note that you would provide something for you to practice the Patronus on," Remus said as Harry entered his classroom on Thursday night for the first lesson on repelling Dementors the conventional way. "I must admit I'm curious what you have come up with."
With a grin Harry summoned a small orb about the size of a marble into his palm. The orb glowed with a supernatural darkness as the Rider passed it to the werewolf. Remus shivered as he took the orb and examined it.
"I present to you instant Dementor," Harry declared. "In your palm you hold a Dementor which I have trapped in the pocket dimension that miniature orb contains. There are enchantments on that orb which enslave the being inside to whoever I key the enchantments to."
Remus gaped for several moments, speechless at what Harry had accomplished. The werewolf handed the orb back before sitting on his desk.
"I knew you were gifted Harry…but this…it's amazing," Remus said. "It solves the problem of how to control Dementors but also presents a whole new set of problems. You essentially have an attack Dementor at your beck and call."
"Yes, which is why I don't plan on making this public knowledge anytime soon," Harry assured. "If people knew Dementors could be controlled like this they would all want one. Luckily the enchantments to make this work are beyond most magicians and I am probably one of the few alive if not the only one that knows them. I only tell you this because I consider you family."
Remus smiled warmly at Harry and nodded.
"Well we should get started then," Remus suggested. "First let's begin by…," the werewolf began before going into a mini lecture on the Patronus charm.
"Alright, I'm going to summon out the Dementor now. Do not be alarmed. It is completely under my control," Harry warned several minutes later after having practiced the correct wand movement and incantation.
"I still think you should at least try to cast the spell before summoning the Dementor, Harry," Remus urged.
"Don't worry Remus. I'm good," Harry responded with a roguish grin.
"So much like your father," Remus muttered.
Harry summoned forth the Dementor and the creature appeared in one corner of the classroom. The temperature in the room dropped greatly and the two wizards could feel the effects of the Dementor's aura. Harry summoned forth his mental control and ignored the dark creature while focusing on an incredibly happy memory as Remus had suggested. The Rider decided to focus on two memories simultaneously. The first memory was the moment he had bonded with Saphira. The second memory was from his nighttime birthday celebration the past summer. The warlock's women had shown him exactly how much they loved him until they passed out from exhaustion with rapturous smiles on their features.
"Expecto Patronum," Harry incanted clearly but with very little volume.
A glowing silver figure coalesced from the bright mist which shot out of Harry's wand. An exact replica of Saphira was present in the room. Saphira who was observing the lesson leaned down and sniffed the glowing version of herself. She touched the glowing construct with her snout and was surprised to find its surface felt like real flesh.
"Harry…can your patronus change form like you do?" Saphira queried, trying to suppress her eagerness.
"Merlin," Remus whispered in awe.
"I see where you are going with this my dear," Harry replied before concentrating on the form of his Patronus.
Suddenly the construct changed slightly so that it was very apparently a male dragon. Saphira's happiness at this change was so brilliant to her Rider that it transferred over their bond and caused the Patronus to glow brighter. The light intensified to the point Remus had to look away. Harry's elf-like eyes adjusted quickly. When Remus looked again the dragon Patronus was golden and looked more solid than transparent. The glowing dragon focused momentarily on the Dementor and breathed as if it was going to project fire. A golden mist streamed towards the Dementor and clung to the creature's form. The Dementor screeched in agony and its essence seemed to be melting away as if it had been dipped in some terrible acid. Within moments the Dementor was no more.
Something had changed about the dragon Patronus. It was much easier for Harry to control, like it was an extension of his telekinetic powers. He felt as if he was the dragon. Saphira jumped Between so that she was in the sky above the school. Harry's Patronus followed.
"I suspect that someday people will be saying Harry instead of Merlin when they're shocked, amazed or surprised," Remus suggested.
"Yes…well, something just came up. I need to go now Remus," Harry announced as Saphira began what was known by the Riders of Alagaesia and by the Dragonriders of Pern as a mating flight.
"Of course Harry," Remus agreed.
Harry was out the door swiftly and once in his hall he teleported straight to the bed he shared with his women. Saphira's mind was wild with the call of her instincts. This wild lust bled through their connection and her Rider controlled his Patronus into answering. The telepath's powerful mind projected to those he was most intimate with without him consciously realizing it. Hermione, Nym, Susan, Cho, Ginny, and Luna all felt their man's arousal on a mental and physical level. They hurriedly stepped past their bed hangings and joined him on their bed.
One by one as he covered Saphira in the air Harry made love to his witches with a passion like never before. The Rider wore both the witches and the dragon out, claiming them as his. While his Patronus form achieved release within Saphira so too did Harry's physical body within his witches. The feeling was one of the most amazing sensations Harry had ever experienced so far in his existence.
The second week after term had started the Ravenclaw Quidditch team faced off against Slytherin. Cho had been working with her boyfriend to improve her Seeking skills. It had become established among the students of Hogwarts that Harry Potter was unbeatable at Quidditch after seeing him play so many times. Therefore neither Cho nor Harry felt like they were competing. Cho's practice paid off and she caught the snitch before Malfoy could even get close.
Time passed quickly for Harry and his group of friends as they adjusted to being back in school. The group studied together nightly. Nym found Harry to be a great resource to help her study for the NEWTs she would be taking that year. With the knowledge he had taken from older more experienced magicians Harry didn't find it difficult to aid his girlfriend. Quite frequently the celebrity would help his girlfriend de-stress with a sensual massage and bringing her to several glorious climaxes. The Hufflepuff beauty always reciprocated the pleasure giving.
January gave way to February without much change in the extremely cold weather. The enchantments on the clothes of Harry and his friends kept them warm and comfortable even outside. It was a chilly night outside of Hogwarts in early February that found Hermione, Harry, Nym, Cho, Ginny, Luna, Susan, Remus, and Sirius in Remus' office.
"Thanks for making the trip Sirius," Harry said to start off with when everyone had arrived.
"You made it sound important pup. Of course I'd be here," Sirius assured. "Besides, with those portals you set up it wasn't like it took more than a few moments. I wish we could have set those things up back in our Marauder days."
"We would have driven the professors insane," Remus asserted with a reminiscent smile.
"Continuing on…you may have noticed that I am a bit more powerful than a typical wizard my age and a bit more skilled with magic," Harry began.
"A bit he says," Cho said wryly to the other females present.
"Harry…you have a great talent for understatement," Nym informed her boyfriend.
"As I was saying…the reason for this difference between myself and other wizards is something all of these lovely young ladies here know. I am prepared to let you in on some of that secret now that I have gotten to know you two. But I still want a magical oath not to reveal what I'm about to show you," Harry explained. "After what happened with Pettigrew I'm sure you can understand."
"We do," Remus assured while Sirius nodded in agreement.
The two older wizards gave the oath. With a smirk, Harry teleported the entire group away. They reappeared in the forest of his trunk. The two Marauders stared around the forest they appeared in. It took the two men a few moments to realize the trees were not misshapen from happenstance but were actually shaped into tree houses naturally. The replica of Ellesmera was breathtaking and took a few minutes for Sirius and Remus to admire.
"Welcome to my magical trunk," Harry declared while the trunk's semi-sentient intelligence provided two couches.
As Remus and Sirius sat on one couch and Harry and his witches took the opposite facing couch Sirius voiced the first question.
"This wouldn't be the trunk in the Potter Family Vault that James was always pretty curious about would it? He said it wouldn't open for him," Sirius said.
"It would in fact be that same trunk," Harry confirmed.
"The beauty on the inside matches the beauty James described to me of the exterior," Sirius announced.
"So other than a beautiful forest and tree house city what else have you found in this trunk?" Remus queried.
"The trunk was crafted by an ancestor of mine…you may have heard of him. Myrrdin Emrys, also known as Merlin created this trunk," Harry began before launching into a summarization of some of what he had learned about his past and his family.
Harry didn't go into too much detail but did mention that he was the reincarnation of Merlin's father, Eragon. The Rider explained only that Eragon was a traveler from a distant land and an elf. He showed the two older wizards his elven appearance. Saphira was not mentioned at all. There were some secrets that would stay within the knowledge sphere of Harry and his ladies for the time being. Remus and Sirius were both silent for some time after Harry had stopped talking.
"Only a second generation Marauder could cause such chaos," Sirius suggested.
"Indeed," Remus agreed. "I get the feeling there is a reason you are telling us this now. Am I right?"
"You are quite perceptive Remus," Harry replied. "In my past incarnation as Eragon I was quite skilled in physical combat and even in magic. But the magic where I came from was different. Spells taxed a magician as much as performing the task would physically. Therefore magicians used energy stores and other sources of energy to perform very powerful spells. The wizards and witches that exist today routinely throw about great amounts of energy. Now while I can defeat most physically I would like to master the art of war against using this type of magic mixing both physical fighting and magical fighting. Brilliant Nym and my other ladies may be…they have never experienced combat like you two have. I know you two have fought in battles during the last war. I have many memories of such combat and know quite a few spells. Now I need practice."
"We can help you with that pup," Sirius assured.
"You're eager now," Hermione said knowingly.
"Wait until you've been tossed on the ground and hit your butt hard a few dozen times," Susan added.
"It's only because Harry likes our bums so much that he seriously held back," Ginny suggested.
"I don't think Harry swings that way," Luna added. "Your bums are safe."
"I think I have a great bum. What do you think Moony?" Sirius queried amusedly.
"No comment," Remus answered. "Shall we begin?"
"Yes, let's," Harry agreed.
The Rider restricted himself from going all out because he didn't want to hurt his friend but Remus and Sirius still got knocked on their bums quite a few times during that practice session. Still, Harry learned a lot about how trained and experienced wizards dueled. The two Marauders worked well together. When he had faced Dumbledore or other wizards in the past Harry had relied on his great speed and strength to take out his opponent. The celebrity held a great deal of magical and physical power. His magical power was even greater than what he commanded during his past existence as Eragon, with the possible exception of when Eragon commanded many Eldunari. Now Harry was adjusting to using these greater reserves of energy all the time instead of just when his body had recovered as when he was Eragon. It was quite a different technique.
The first Quidditch practice after the holidays where Harry flew his new Firebolt had the rest of the Gryffindor team amazed. The broom was so fast that Harry appeared to be a blur of color to the rest of his teammates' eyes. And it wasn't just speed the broom possessed but fast reaction time as well. It seemed to Harry like he had to use much less willpower and magic to force the broom to respond quickly to his wishes.
"Harry…your broom is simply amazing," Alicia flirted after that first practice.
"Yeah Harry…the three of us would love to have a go at riding your broom," Angelina added while licking her lips with exaggeration and running her eyes up and down the Rider's form.
"Cool it ladies…you know we're not Harry's type," Katie put forth with a pout.
"Yeah…I guess we can't compete with Professor Regan," Alicia suggested.
"What Hogwarts age witch could?" George questioned with an exaggerated dreamy expression.
The teasing of the three chasers was typical for how they behaved around their gorgeous Seeker. Each witch clearly wanted Harry but so far he had not partaken what was clearly offered.
"I don't know…you can always hope," Harry suggested to the three chasers with a smirk.
"Cheeky bugger," Angelina muttered with a grin. Her expression changing to amusement Angelina called after the wizard who was preparing to shower, "Just watch it Potter…Fred and George's little brother wants to have a go on your broomstick as well."
The three witches let their laughter ring clear in the locker room when they saw the celebrities shoulders tense as he winced.
Indeed, Ron Weasley's admiration for Harry's broomstick was clearly evident at breakfast the morning the match dawned. Ginny had asked to be able to carry her boyfriend's new broom until the start of the match and Harry had obliged. Ron was staring at his sister with envy clear on his face even as he stuffed it with food.
"Cor Ginny…I think your brother wants to be holding the woody shaft of Harry's broomstick even more than you do," Nym suggested teasingly from her spot next to Hermione.
Rolling her eyes at the seventh year's teasing Ginny replied, "Well tough…I'm the only Weasley who gets to handle Harry's broom."
"Ladies, please," Harry said. "You know how all your teasing makes me."
"Ah…is our poor Harry tense," Hermione inquired.
"Not for long," Ginny assured as her form seemed to flicker but only for a millisecond.
Those who knew what to look for recognized that the redhead had activated her fairy enchanted invisibility band and had then slipped under the table to relieve her boyfriend orally. Neville and Susan chose that moment to join the group at the table. An illusion helpfully maintained by Hermione ensured the couple didn't realize Ginny was otherwise occupied beneath the table.
"Blimey…I don't think I could be more glad Ron got held back than I am right now. With the look he's giving you Harry I'd be afraid what he'd do while we were sleeping if he was still in our dorm," Neville suggested. "No offense Ginny."
The redhead's illusion simply gave a weak smile in response.
"I couldn't agree more," Seamus added as he arrived at the breakfast table and took a seat next to Neville, having caught the Longbottom scion's comment.
"I heard from some of the boys in Ron's dorm that he wanks quite often while whispering my precious, oh my precious," Dean added to the conversation.
"Ewww…," Lavender commented.
Ginny's illusion groaned and appeared to drop her head hard against the table in embarrassment. This had the effect of perfectly masking the small moan Harry let out as he painted the redhead's tonsils. Hermione was quite good at reading her man's facial expressions and had excellent timing. Nym grinned at Hermione, also having realized what Miss Granger had done.
"It could be worse Ginny," Parvati suggested to Ginny, the real Ginny after she had slipped in place of her illusion.
"How?" Susan asked.
"He could be straight and planning to procreate," Parvati suggested, causing everyone who was part of the conversation to laugh.
"I think Ron and Draco would make a good couple," Luna suggested.
There was silence as everyone stared at the Ravenclaw in awe.
"Never change Luna," Harry told his girlfriend fondly. "Never bloody change." Standing, Harry said, "Well as horrifying as this conversation has been I need to go get ready for the match."
The rest of the Gryffindor team was leaving the table to head down to the pitch as well.
"We'll walk with you," Ginny suggested as she also stood along with Harry's other lovers.
As the group exited the hall they fell in step with the Gryffindor team.
"Brothers…just a heads up…Ron might just be a poofter. According to Luna he and Draco would make a great couple and I think she has a bit of Seer in her," Ginny announced.
Fred and George shivered before exchanging a look.
"We have suspected this for some time," Fred said.
"Although his compatibility with Malfoy is horrifyingly new to us," George added.
"Weasleys…please…no more nightmarish thoughts right before the match," Wood pleaded with a whine in his voice.
"Sorry Ollie," Fred said teasingly while winking at the others.
Oliver twitched but didn't comment. Oliver didn't even bother trying to give a speech considering the skill of the Gryffindor seeker. The team swiftly took to the pitch with much cheering from the crowd. The Ravenclaws arrived on the pitch shortly after. Cho was the only witch on the Claws' team. Cho smiled warmly at her boyfriend, knowing she had no chance against him given what he was and his natural affinity to the air. The two teams swiftly took the air after the captains had shaken hands.
"The biggest portion of excitement of this match is Harry Potter's new Firebolt which will be the choice broom for the National teams this year according to Witch Broomstick," Lee Jordan announced.
"Back to the match Jordan," McGonagall censured.
Cho tailed Harry as he flew high above the pitch.
"You already spotted the snitch didn't you," Cho said knowingly.
"Of course," Harry confirmed.
"And you aren't chasing it down because?" The attractive Asian witch prompted.
"I figure I will give our teams a chance to actually face off for a bit," the celebrity suggested while starting to do aerial acrobatics above the pitch with his new broom.
"Like it'll matter," Cho muttered before corkscrewing around her mate.
"Fine, fine," Harry replied before shooting off in a blur of color.
When the sorcerer stopped the snitch was in his grasp and the cheering of the victorious Gryffindors began, increasing in volume with every second.
"You can cheer me up," Cho sent with her burgeoning Legilimency talent, knowing her powerful boyfriend would pick it up. "It's the least you can do after beating me."
"I will be happy to," Harry agreed already planning the many ways he would pleasure the Ravenclaw seeker.
Lord Voldemort sank back into the chair within his private quarters with a sigh of relief. It had taken most of the evil wizard's skill and experience to escape detection on the mission he had just returned from. Riddle had managed to make his way into the Ministry of Magic and deep into the Department of Mysteries without being detected all the way to the Hall of Prophecies. Once in the hall of magical glass orbs which contained the prophecies given since the Ministry's inception the dark sorcerer had located the prophecy which concerned himself and Harry Potter.
The Dark Lord let out another sigh as he felt the last traces of the ritual derived enchantment which had aided in his concealment leave him. That bit of soul magic was the darkest of the dark because it relied on taking the soul of another being and using it to power an enchantment which would theoretically cloak a user from even Death for a short time. But the feeling of being under that enchantment was a sensation that made even Riddle feel uncomfortable.
Riddle tapped the orb with his new wand, fashioned by a wand crafter in Austria after Potter had destroyed his old wand in their last encounter. The room was layered with a plethora of security charms. The voice of Sybil Trelawney began to speak from the orb.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."
Riddle contemplated the portion of the prophecy he had not know before. It made sense that he couldn't truly rule while Potter still lived because the boy was a constant challenge to his reputation and power. Potter was a reminder to the masses that Lord Voldemort had limitations. The phrasing mark him as his equal was most troubling to the dark mage. Also troubling was the mention of a power Tom did not know. But Riddle took solace in the fact that the prophecy didn't say who would kill whom. Tom Riddle hadn't clawed his way out of that disgusting muggle orphanage and assumed his role as the Heir of Slytherin without earning it. He would just ensure Potter was the one who died.
"Wormtail," Riddle beckoned, his voice layered with magic so that it carried to his minion.
"Yes my Lord," Wormtail replied as he scurried into the room.
"I think tonight is a good night to remind the masses why my name is still feared to be spoken aloud," Tom decided. "Tonight we raid! Inform the others."
"Yes my Lord," the rat animagus replied before hurrying from the room.
Tom stood and went to prepare to sow destruction and mayhem. Chaos would reign that evening.
Harry dodged around a spell whose color indicated it would have turned his insides into goo if the caster had been intending to really harm him and responded to the attack with a blast of wind swirling like a sideways tornado. Dianna was blasted back a short ways but recovered quickly and returned with a counterattack. The two combatants were moving at speeds mortals would be unable to perceive as they sparred. Harry was holding back a large bit of his power but he suspected Dianna was doing the same. This spar was about practice and speed, not power.
"Alright…I think that is enough for today," Dianna called as she stopped casting. "You are getting quite good with the fairy magic you've learned Harry."
"Thank you," the sorcerer responded while teleporting into a chair beside the queen located at the side of the sparring area.
"You truly are the reincarnation of Treyis," Dianna mused after taking a swig from a bottle of water and banishing the sweat from her form with a spell. The queen's servants at Hogwarts had been observing the Rider; his actions, habits, and personality. Dianna found Harry Potter more and more desirable the more she learned about him. "I find myself curious about something. Why do you hide your true form?"
"Well there is of course the obvious reason which is that very few people know what I truly am. Beyond that reason…you may have noticed that my true form has a strange effect on females," Harry explained.
"I like the effect your true form has on me," Dianna whispered as she leaned towards the handsome warrior. "Please don't hide yourself from me."
Harry's form shifted. He became more vibrant looking. His features sharpened. The sorcerer also leaned forward. Harry could smell the queen's scent easily, that of wild flowers and arousal. She desired him.
Harry took the initiative and captured Dianna's mouth with his lips. The fairy moaned and returned the kiss. Soon their hands began to roam and explore.
Breaking the kiss to breathe while she straddled his lap Dianna whispered, "The work is over for today. Now it is time for us to play."
Begin Smut Scene
Dianna wrapped her hand around the warrior's weapon and brought it to her molten core. The fairy had been dreaming about this moment for a long time. As her mouth attempted to devour her partner's lips she lowered her hips so that her folds enveloped his turgid shaft. Dianna shuddered as she felt herself being stretched to her limits full of the sorcerer's stave.
"I've waited so long for this," Dianna whispered into her partner's ear after breaking their kiss. "Don't make me wait any longer to experience all that is you."
Harry, ravenous with desire for the fairy queen, began to kiss the exposed flesh of her neck while he gripped her soft rear and started working her up and down on his pole. Not to be left out of the action Dianna planted her feet on the ground on either side of the chair and began aiding her partner in sliding his sausage in and out of her quim. The blonde beauty's body began to glow with an otherworldly light and her wings extended. The queen's snatch was tight, gripping the invading prick with its maximum strength. Harry was enraptured with the sensation of the muscles within his mate's core gripping his tool and pulling it harder against the silky walls of her wet womanhood as he moved within her.
"By the ancestors," Dianna gasped out between moans of delight. "You fill me perfectly, Harry."
The queen nipped at her lover's right ear as his manhood drove steadily in and out of her body, pumping the apex of her thighs which ran slick with the juices from her arousal. Dianna's senses were aflame with heat as her thighs drove her up and down on the glorious prick between her legs. The gorgeous woman could feel as the hard dick pulsed within her grasp each time she squeezed it with her kegel muscles. The sorcerer who was groaning with his face buried against her neck was so wonderfully hard within Dianna. She could sense the desire and lust he felt for her due to her empathic abilities and it was as intoxicating as his physical touch. The Rider's hands squeezed her bum and fondled the flesh constantly. The blonde fairy arched her back as a particularly good thrust was delivered into her snatch which rubbed against the cluster of nerves situated in a strip all along the top of her sleeve. The entire length of Harry's stroke had rubbed this nerve strip which fairy women were blessed with. Dianna had a mini orgasm at this point, her vagina pulsing around the warlock's wand.
"Cum for me baby," Harry purred before latching onto Dianna's left nipple and sucking while flicking his tongue across the sensitive nub.
Harry didn't think he could be having a better time than he was having as he worked his hips up and down between his newest lover's parted thighs and massaged the insides of her pussy. Each time his manhood reached the depths of Dianna's tunnel it felt as if the sorcerer's probing connected him directly to the fairy's magical essence. Dianna let out a gasp of surprise every time his dick head reached this portion of her being. During her mini orgasm Harry held his meat fully imbedded in the beauty and as a result gained some of her pleasure from where his prick tip was embedded in her essence. It was such an incredibly intimate experience that the couple lost track of the passage of time in the outside world. When they resumed their movements there was a gleam in Dianna's eyes that spoke of an entirely new passion and desire for her man.
"I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you," Dianna whispered earnestly.
"I am yours, love," Harry assured before kissing his mate, his tongue sliding into her mouth imitating his weapon sliding into her slick sheathe.
The auras of the two immortals began to flare visibly as they moved. Harry suddenly teleported the fairy queen into his bed with his bed taken out of sync with the beds of his other ladies. Dianna deserved all of his attention for their first coupling. The blonde beauty found herself on her back with her calves draped over Harry's shoulders. The Rider stared down at the fey female beneath him and marveled at her sheer beauty. She glowed with immortality. Her eyes drooped with lust while her hands went to her breasts. Dianna's tongue darted out and licked her lips repeatedly. She allowed herself to relax back against the mattress while her man went to work between her thighs.
Harry angled his thrusts so that his prick head was brushing repeatedly against the roof of her cunt. This new angle also made it seem like he was penetrating deeper into the winged immortal. His groin rubbed against Dianna's exposed clit with each revolution of his hips. Dianna squirmed beneath the assault from her handsome partner. He penetrated her slit again and again without slowing and without faltering. The Rider possessed grace, flexibility, and endurance greater than any elf and he used it to good effect as he made love to his fairy queen. Dianna's eyes shown with desire and projected the strength of her passion just as adequately as her empathic ability.
"Harry…oh…oh…Harry…I'm so close," Dianna moaned while squeezing her breasts, roughly rubbing her engorged nipples with her palms.
Harry focused on everything he loved about Dianna; her musical laugh, her fragrant sweet flower like scent, the feel of her soft curves beneath his fingers as they danced over her form, the playfulness in her eyes as she teased him during their physical sparring, and most of all her sheer otherworldly beauty. All of these features and many more the Rider's endorphin saturated brain was too befuddled to think about made his desire for her spike to previously unreached heights. Dianna's cooing for him to claim her and the repeated squeezing of his tool with her inner muscles every time he pulled his hips back and drug his rod almost completely out of her from her deepest depths saw Harry bellowing his release. Harry's cry was mirrored by Dianna's release call while she arched her back and drove her pelvis against the sorcerer's groin. Her inner muscles squeezed in time with Harry's as he felt his balls contracting again and again to pump his potent seed into Dianna's womb. Orgasmic energy surged through the two joined beings manifesting visibly as discharges of energy that looked like multicolored lightning if anyone had been observing.
The two lovers clung to each other while Dianna's soaking pussy continued to gently squeeze and release her man's thick prick. Dianna's empathic abilities combined with Harry's strength in telepathy saw the pair experience a closer connection and intimacy than either had experienced before. Their orgasms fed off of each other and they felt perfectly safe sharing so much together.
The wonderfully sated pair fell asleep holding tightly to each other.
End Smut Scene
Harry's euphoria over his first joining with Dianna disappeared as he joined his other mates for breakfast in the Great Hall of Hogwarts the next morning in regular time. The headline of the Daily Prophet explained why the mood in the Hall was so tense.
Dark Lord Attacks Many Muggle Cities
The article went on to explain the death and destruction Riddle had wreaked upon the non-magical world the previous night.
"Aunty is certainly going to have her hands full today," Susan said softly after reading the article.
"Maybe not," Harry replied.
"Harry," Hermione said warningly, knowing her boyfriend best of all out of all of his mates. "What devious thoughts are happening in that brilliant mind of yours?"
Harry cast a powerful Notice-Me-Not charm around his mates and himself.
"How would you like to save all of those people that Riddle thinks he killed last night?" Harry questioned his friends.
"What do you mean that he thinks he killed?" Hannah asked with confusion.
Hermione was a brilliant witch but even she didn't know what her mate was talking about.
"Harry, we trust you. If we can help you save those people we'll do it," Neville assured.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Harry said with a grin. "Susan, your aunt has proven herself trustworthy and we could use her help with the details. Will you bring her here? I'd imagine she is pretty busy right now but tell her that if she helps we can save all of those lives. It involves time travel. You can tell her that much," Harry said.
"Sure Harry," Susan agreed before activating her fairy cloaking charm and disappearing to slip out of the hall so that she could use the portal system to her aunt.
"Harry…I want to say time travel can't be used to change the past…but you've proven that what was previously thought impossible isn't always so," Hermione said.
"Hermione love, if you were hovering on a broom last night and watching the massacre…even if you saw Riddle and his Death Eaters massacring all those people do you think you could inconclusively prove that what you witnessed actually happened how you witnessed it?" Harry questioned.
Hermione's quick mind soon found a solution.
"So what you're suggesting is we travel back in time and use illusions, conjurations, and transfigurations to fake the deaths of those people," Hermione suggested.
"Exactly," Harry replied.
"If the Death Eaters think they killed those people and the examiners in the present don't look too closely at the corpses we conjured or transfigured that could work," Nym agreed.
"Let's move this conversation somewhere less conspicuous," Cho suggested.
The group stood and left the Hall. As soon as they had stepped out of sight of the student body Harry teleported the friends to his trunk forest. Susan and Amelia appeared moments after the group had arrived. Amelia looked around at the trunk forest in awe. She looked disheveled and tired from the no doubt exhaustive cleanup efforts.
"Harry, Susan tells me you have a possible way to save the lives that were lost last night," Amelia began.
"Yes, using time travel. Hermione can explain what I want to do while I get started on the enchanting. Have your people started looking at the corpses of the deceased?" Harry inquired.
"Not too closely. We have been busy modifying memories and dealing with the rest of the non-magicals," Amelia answered, careful not to use muggles since she knew Harry didn't really like that term.
"Hermione will explain why but could you order your people to not get too close to the body parts? I suggest telling them that Voldemort has used some kind of dark magic on the bodies which leeches at magical power. We know even the beings we term as non-magical have small bits of magic in them, even if they can't access it. It would not be unreasonable to suggest Riddle is stealing magic from the non-magicians," Harry suggested with a smile.
Amelia allowed a small smile as she nodded, "Yes, that wouldn't be too good for his reputation and would keep my people from wanting to get close. If any residual effects were left over they wouldn't want to have their energy reserves leeched. Although most of the times in these cases we let the non-magicals do cleanup anyway."
Amelia sent off a spell with instructions to the effect of what Harry had just suggested.
"Now…what few of you know is that I am the heir of Merlin. This comes with certain perks, like this forest and much of Merlin's knowledge in the form of a tome," Harry explained. "This pocket universe is capable of responding to my requirements and can house as many people comfortably as I need it to."
"Wouldn't they destroy this beautiful place?" Ginny queried.
"The fabric of this artificial universe can warp to prevent them from even perceiving this section of the pocket universe," Luna pointed out.
Harry smiled at his blonde girlfriend, having guessed she would know something about the current situation from her seer abilities.
"Suffice it to say I can travel through time and I am getting better at it every day," Harry announced.
"I will help," Saphira assured.
"Thank you. While I am getting better at going Between places…going Between times with this many people would probably be quite difficult," the mage pointed out.
Harry had been experimenting with his teleportation abilities and with Saphira's guidance had learned that he could jump Between like she could. Although at this point he did not have her natural skill with accessing that layer of the universe.
"Together we can do it," Saphira assured.
"Alright, but what do we tell the non-magicals you rescue? We can't very well keep them confounded the entire time," Amelia pointed out.
"I suggest we tell them the truth. The important thing is they are alive. This will be a good time to find out how modern humans will react to the knowledge of our world," Harry suggested, an idea forming in his mind.
The main portal ring in Harry's trunk which allowed his mates with a matching ring to access the trunk forest was already connected to Dianna's realm.
"Dianna love, we are going back in time to rescue non-magical humans from Riddle and his Death Eaters. Would you care to help?" Harry queried while sending his lover his plans at the speed of thought.
In answer Dianna shot through the portal.
"Of course my people and I will help," the Fairy Queen assured as she touched down.
Amelia appeared bewildered as dozens of glowing lights shot through the portal after the life sized fairy.
"I'll fill you in Aunty," Susan assured her aunt while dragging the older witch off out of earshot.
Fairies were especially good at illusory magic so would be very helpful for this task.
"I've already communicated my desires to my people. We are ready to go when you are, my love," Dianna informed her mate.
"One last thing," Harry said before gesturing to a spot next to Hermione. Dan and Emma appeared next to their daughter with startled appearances on their features. "Sorry to pull you here so suddenly, Dan, Emma. We just learned of those attacks from the Prophet."
"Yes, a terrible tragedy," Dan replied, having read the Prophet himself.
"We're going to stop the attacks," Hermione informed her parents. "I'll explain how. I'm assuming you want them to explain to those non-magicals who arrive what is going on?" The witch asked her boyfriend.
Harry's nod was all the confirmation the chestnut haired beauty needed. Dan and Emma quickly agreed and the group was ready to go. Harry concentrated on everyone while connecting his mind with Saphira's consciousness. Rider and dragon then jumped between. The group reappeared inside the trunk but at an earlier time.
"Send everyone here through the portals. Dianna, do your people all have enough portals?" Harry inquired. The radiant fairy nodded her confirmation. The fairies had been helping Harry with improving the enchantments on his portal rings so had access to the technology. "Good, Amelia will supply the coordinates of the attacks."
The elder Bones witch nodded her agreement before beginning to distribute the coordinates she had obtained before joining the group in the trunk. As soon as coordinates were given, the magicians and fairies left. Harry and Saphira had jumped back far enough to give everyone ample time to get in place before the attack.