Chapter 37
March 15th 1994
Hogwarts, Scotland
"How do you want it this time?" he asked.
"Your way," Luna looked him in the eye and nodded at his chair, currently blocking the place she needed to stand.
Harry pushed his chair aside as he stood and waved her into place. She put her hands on the desk and bent over.
His hand, came to rest on her left cheek.
"Ready?" he asked.
The first slap came in low and hard, a high-pitched snap echoing in the room.
"One," Luna moaned
The second one hit the same spot.
"Two."
The third one came in higher, harder and shook her body. Her knees trembled, lost their grip and Luna let her jeans fall to her ankles.
"Mm," Luna's voice stayed light. "Three."
His hand swept back, striking her directly on the lowest part of her cheek.
"Four," she groaned low and hard.
Luna exhaled softly, imagining Harry still standing there, looking at her body, knowing how red her right cheek looked.
Delicately, aware of his gaze, she reached down with only a slight bend in her knees and pulled up her jeans. She kept the waistband tight to her skin, feeling his gaze the whole time, right up until she covered herself again and zipped up.
Luna didn't let the smirk reach her face until she slipped out of the room.
April 1994
In a dark forest a figure stirred in a clearing.
More than ten years ago Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort as he was better know had received interesting information about a prophecy made about his downfall.
Acting on that information had resulted in him leading an attack on Longbottom Manor that had resulted in his demise.
But not his death though.
For the next ten years Voldemort had pondered what had gone wrong.
His assumptions had also been questioned when he had possessed Quirinus Quirrell for the 1991-1992 School Year.
His first realization had been that he had made a mistake in targets back in October 1981.
Harry Potter was clearly much better than Neville Longbottom in every such way.
And the fact that the Potter Boy could find out about his plan to steal the Sorcerer's Stone and manage to stop him from doing so was unnerving.
And the magic used by Potter during their little duel had been surprising in its complexity for a first year student.
He had clearly been practicing a lot.
At least even though his possession of Quirrell had not resulted in the Sorcerer's Stone Voldemort still came away with something important.
Peter Pettigrew.
He had been walking through the castle when he saw the distinctive rat form on the ground.
A rat that had missing body parts which would correspond to events at the end of the last war.
Voldemort had then managed to get in touch with Pettigrew.
And once Voldemort had been kicked out of Hogwarts Pettigrew travelled with him.
And then for the past two years they had stayed at the Manor of a former follower of Gellert Grindelwald in Germany.
Someone who would become quite important in the next war.
Pyrites.
Him and Pettigrew had proven quite useful to Voldemort so far.
While scrolling through old documents they had found a recipe for a regeneration potion to bring Voldemort back to full power.
But their was a problem with that potion.
It required the blood of his enemy.
Neville Longbottom.
Voldemort considered kidnapping Neville for his blood was to risk though.
And he did not wish to alert people of his return until he was prepared to do so.
So Voldemort and Pyrites had spent much time working on making the potion to where you did not need the blood of a enemy.
And now the potion was done.
After 13 years in the dark Voldemort was now going to live again.
Of course he had a lot of stuff he wanted to get done so war would not come until 96 at the earliest.
But it would come.
But sucess came to those who where patient.
MAY 1994
Astoria moaned softly to herself as she tried to get herself off as quietly as possible in the soft confines of her own bed. She'd already kicked off her sheets and was lying, naked from the waist down, spread eagle for all the world to see;
Astoria glanced at the clock again. 3:24 AM. Good, she reassured herself. She should be able to orgasm at least once or twice, maybe even a third time if she was still feeling horny, clean up and be back to sleep without anyone else in the dorm being the wiser to her nocturnal activities.
She glanced down, past her perky, breasts, with the rock hard nipples clearly visible even in the dimly lit room's light, over her flat, stomach to the empty doorway and out into the hall of the dorm.
Astoria returned her attention to the moist slit between her legs.
Astoria's right hand worked her clit furiously; her left hand was busy plunging two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, trying, and succeeding, to tickle her G-spot each time she bottomed out in her sloppy front hole.
Astoria soon came closer and closer to losing herself over the peak of her approaching orgasm.
Astoria tried, to ignore the large hunk of latex buried up her bottom hole as her hips gyrated in rhythm to her expertly dancing digits.
She would have just taken the plug out before she started masturbating but she'd long since realized that her orgasms didn't seem anywhere near as strong when she masturbated with an empty butt;
Astorias eyes where closed when she felt a hand close around her wrist and jerked it away from her throbbing clit just as the waves of orgasm where about to knock her off the very precipice of that very peak.
Astoria gasped in frustration and instant furry just long enough for her eyes to fly open and see Daphne standing over her.
Daphne reached down between her Astorias legs - past her excitedly dripping pussy - to easily extract the large, relatively speaking, plug from its hiding place.
Astoria only grunted softly as the widest part of the plug left her body, leaving her with a very temporary feeling of emptiness; and her back hole gaping open a mere inch and a half across.
The plug was about two inches in diameter at the base, about two and a half inches at its widest point and about six inches long. Daphne just looked at it and shook her head, then looked down at her younger sisters smallish gape and back at the plug.
"Open up and clean this off." Daphne said as she lowered the slightly stained plug to Astoria's quickly opening mouth.
Astoria, to her credit, didn't even flinch as her lips locked around the base of the soiled plug and her mouth and tongue got to the distasteful business of sucking it clean.
Astoria then readjusted herself so that her forearms were under her butt cheeks and her hands went to work inserting fingers into her momentarily empty ass. She easily reached inside with three fingers of each hand and pulled hard.
Daphne then pulled out a three inch wide, ten inch long veined dildo and gently massaged it as if it was a real cock.
Daphne then pulled out some lube before she moved to the foot of Astoria's bed and crouched down between her widely spread legs as Astoria continued to finger her already slack rear hole.
"Pull your cheeks apart and stay relaxed." Daphne said and Astoria immediately complied. Daphne paused for a moment to appreciate the view.
Daphne set the dildo to the side for the moment to quickly dip two, then three, then four fingers of her right hand up her sister's rear.
Astoria gasped and moaned softly at the intrusion into her most private orifice.
Daphne's hand went through a series of twists and thrusts as her sister gasped and moaned at the intrusion.
A few quiet moan filled minutes passed into eternity; Daphne nodded to herself and slowly withdrew her hand from her sister's now quivering anus. "There now; that wasn't so bad. You should be all nice and stretched out for a proper buggering. Now turn over onto your front, reach back and spread your cheeks!"
Astoria, didn't need any further encouragement.
She quickly flipped herself over onto her belly, raised her butt invitingly off the bed and spread her shapely legs.
Reaching back with both hands to spread her now much looser nether hole open to her older sister's administrations, she lay breathing heavily with her butt slowly and unconsciously rotating in lazy little circles in its anticipation of more attention from her sister.
Daphne picked up the veined dildo and readjusted herself on the bed to rise to her knees and line up the toy with Astoria's needy ass.
With just little forward pressure, the head of the large dildo slipped past Astoria's anus and, inch by satisfying inch, the thick tool made its way unimpeded into her moist bowels.
All Astoria could do was sigh and moan appreciatively as the entire ten inch length of the realistically shaped dildo was sheathed into her pert backside.
Daphne then grabbed the handle of the large dildo with both hands, and began to pick up the pace.
Astoria was soon getting her butt truly and properly reamed.
The veined toy was being extracted to the point that all but the last inch or two of the three inch wide monster stayed inside her sucking anus and then the remaining eight or nine inches would quickly be rammed back in so deep that the hilt at the base of the dildo made a soft, wet slapping sound as it made contact with her tautly spread cheeks.
The minutes dragged on and the pounding continued unabated.
Astoria was now sweating and writhing on the bed unabashedly while she bit down on her sheets and tried not to moan too loudly as she lost herself in the ecstasy that was radiating from her abused bottom as the large slab of latex continuing to ravage her pliable, young, rearmost hole.
Daphne quickly noticed that her sister suddenly went rigid and flattened herself on the bed below, emitting a muffled scream into the mattress.
Daphne immediately changed the challenging rhythm of the ten inch invader which was punishing Astoria's tightly clenching bottom to a different one designed to push Astoria's already strong orgasm just a little bit farther.
She slowly withdrew veined tool to the halfway point and quickly, and much more forcefully, thrust it inwards as hard a she could; trying to burry every fraction of an inch into the teenager's spasming butt. Astoria only grunted between her otherwise continuous screams as the three inch thick bitch tamer slammed into her quivering anal ring so hard it shoved her forward an inch or so with each thrust.
Again and again the skillfully employed toy slammed into Astoria's barely coping sphincter.
Again and again Astoria grunted against her screaming, continuous orgasms as she was forced forward inch after inch by the forceful impact of firm, unyielding latex against the supple and all too yielding teenage flesh of her no longer resisting ass. Finally, totally spent, Astoria went limp on her bed as her sister ceased the savage assault on her helpless back hole.
All she could do was lay there and gasp for air and try and regain her senses.
Daphne leaned forward to softly squeeze and caress the cheeks of her sister's still fully packed ass.
The double handed handle sticking out between her sister's pert butt cheeks was once again all that was visible of the ten inch toy.
All Astoria could manage in response was a jerky nod of agreement as her voice was still beyond her ability to control.
Daphne continued to massage her sister's firm butt cheeks for a moment or two, enjoying how her manipulations of Astoria's derriere caused the latex handle to flop tantalizingly this way and that, then lovingly patted her sister on the rear and sat back up again.
Daphne then pulled out a butt plug that was two and three quarter inches at the base, three and a quarter inches in diameter for most of its body and about eight inches in length overall.
She then slowly extracted the ten inch toy already nestled inside Astoria's backside, causing Astoria to moan in disappointment at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Quickly before the, considerably larger than previous, gaping hole could even begin to consider attempting to close,
Daphne lined the slightly thicker plug up with it and pressed inwards. Astoria began to groan softly as the plug met with all the brief, pitiful resistance her battered anus could muster.
That didn't last long at all and the plug quickly slipped past Astoria's sore, ever expanding sphincter; eliciting a slight 'yip' from the young woman. It finally came to rest against the moistened ring of the forcefully loosened muscle.
Daphne then reached to give Astoria a kiss that was a passionate, lingering kiss. And as their tongues met, Daphne's hand wandered down between Astoria's slender legs to the moist pussy between.
She easily slipped two fingers into the post orgasmic slime she found there and worked their way around the inside of her sister's front hole;
In no time at all, the fingers were coated thoroughly with Astoria's juices.
After a minute or so of hungry tonguing, Daphne broke off the kiss with her sister as her very wet fingers extracted themselves from her equally wet pussy.
"Alright, I'm headed back to bed. You get a good night's sleep"
JUNE 1994
Early the next morning Harry finished packing the stuff he was going to be taking from his Hogwarts dorm to Potter Manor.
Harry then called for one of the Potter family elves.
The elf promptly appeared and then disappeared with Harry's stuff.
With his packing done Harry took out a letter to read.
3rd Year was now almost over
But their was something fun going on later in the Summer.
The Quidditch World Cup.
Now Harry was not a huge Quidditch fan himself.
But it should be a fun experience to go to the cup with his friends and family.
The paper Harry was holding held information about their tent and seat information.
Harry closed the paper and began to walk to join the other students heading for the Hogwarts Express.
His mind also recalled all the stuff he did this year and all the stuff he would do in 4th Year.
JULY 1994
Harry realized that he had overlooked one thing about the World Cup.
His girls parents.
When he had first heard about the world cup he had gotten excited that he would be able to spend time with everyone.
Then Harry had heard from some of them that they could not attend the cup due to a family vacation, they where going to be in a tent with their family or they could not afford to go to the cup.
That also reminded Harry that if he wanted his girls to come live with him at Potter Manor after graduation he would have to convince their parents to be ok with that.
Harry knew that he could always use the Book of Reality to make the parents ok with him staying in the same tent and then making his mistresses of their daughters.
But Harry always enjoyed figuring out a challenge.
Hermione and Luna and Cho where going to be on vacation during the World Cup.
So they where out but ever since the end of the school year Harry had been sending owl messages to the heads of the house of Parkinson,Greengrass and Davis offering them skybox tickets for the big match.
Susan already had skybox tickets as the niece of the head of the Auror Corps.
All of those he had offered Skybox tickets had now accepted the tickets.
So at least while he would not be sharing a tent with Astoria,Daphne,Pansy. Tracey or Susan at least he would sit with them during the game.
Lavender had told him that she wanted to go to the game but her mom had to work a lot and did not have money for tickets.
So Harry contacted Lavenders mom and offered tickets for Lavender to see the cup.
A offer that was quickly agreed to.
So Lavender would be sharing a tent with Harry and Caroline.
The other one of his girls that was not able to go due to the ticket prices was Ginny.
So Harry had written a letter to Arthur Weasley offering to buy a tent and seat for their family if they allowed Ginny to stay in the Potter tent.
That had taken some back and forth correspondence since Arthur Weasley was not someone who took charity easily.
Eventually he agreed to Harry's proposal though.
So that meant Harry would be sharing a tent with Caroline, Lavender, and Ginny and seeing more of his girls during the game itself.
Should be fun
AUGUST 1994
On the actual day before the games began both Harry and Caroline woke up bright and early.
The other day Harry had sent portkeys to Lavender and Ginny that would take them to Potter Manor.
After Harry and Caroline finished their breakfast they went out into the front yard so they could great their guests when their portkeys arrived.
It did not take long for that to happen.
In rapid succession Ginny and Lavender tumbled out of the air and onto the ground.
Harry chuckled.
Portkey travel was difficult for most people.
That was why Harry preferred to apparate.
Much easier.
Harry and Caroline then went to greet their visitors.
Caroline got into a conversation with Lavender about the chess club they where planning to join in the new school year.
Harry on the other hand gave Ginny a hug and a nice ass grab.
Harry then called one of the Potter elves.
"Mopsy"
The house elf than apparated to take Lavender and Ginny's bags.
"Wow" Ginny said to Caroline "You guys have a house elf of your own"
"Actually we have ten of them"Harry told her "Mopsy of course handels apparating use and our stuff to wherever we need to go"
"Leo handles our shopping for items like toilet paper and laundry detergent, Valerie cooks our meals every day, Igor goes grocery shopping for us every week, Sally makes sure the manor is constantly clean, Bob handles our financial reports from Gringotts, Richard makes sure that we are completely safe when we are at Potter Manor. Kally handles any correspondence we might have with people from the Ministry of Magic".
"Franklin is in charge of planning the nursery i will have in the manor after I impregnate all my mistresses and concubines"
"And McGoo oversees everyone to make sure stuff runs smoothly" Harry told them.
Ginny and Lavender blushed at hearing what Franklins role was.
"Those aren't normal names for a house elf" Lavender remarked.
"We renamed almost all of them last year" Caroline said. "We wanted them to have more modern names"
"Although Igor apparently wanted to have his name changed to that because in the 70s my dad took him on a Auror visit trip to Russia where he got to get drunk on cheep vodka"Harry said.
Harry and Caroline then invited them into the manor for a quick tour of the manor.
"This is our gallery hall" He said "If you look at the ceiling you can see portraits of all the recent Lord Potters".
"Wow"Lavender said "This room is bigger than my bedroom"
"There are actually 50 rooms in this manor"Caroline told her "But we still have to figure out a purpose for most of them"
"Wow"Ginny said in amazement.
"Over their is a bathroom if you need it"Harry told them.
"Over here is the kitchen where you can ask one of the House elfs to cook you up a meal if you are hungry"Caroline said.
"And here is the family dinning room and the table that fits 30 people"Harry said "Although it will most likely be years until that tables seats will be fully filled".
In Harry's mind when he said that he envisioned his girls and their kids sitting at the table with him.
"Over here is the laundry room"Caroline said "Since Harry and I grew up with muggles we decided to get a muggle washer and dryer for the elves to use to clean our clothes".
"And in this room we have our living room which has two sofas, three televisions, ten bean bag chairs and a couch" Harry said.
"Wow you have a lot of muggle technology in this manor"Ginny remarked.
"Well we grew up in a muggle household"Caroline replied "And a lot of muggle stuff is quite useful".
"And now if you come down these stairs"Harry told the girls "You will get to see our basement floor".
"First we have the track"Harry told them "Right now during the summer i exercise by running outside but i plan to use this to run during the winter months".
"Over here"Caroline said "Is where i store the exercise equipment that I use"
"You exercise"Lavender asked Caroline in shock.
"Yup"Caroline said "I have a bit of a sweet tooth and I want to make sure that Harry does not have to look at any un-natural fat on my body".
"And over here is another sofa and television"Harry said "There is also another area though that door over there but Caroline and I have not yet decided what to put in there".
Harry chose not to mention that he had already decided the area would be used in the future to hold in storage the pumped breast milk of his girls in large magical freezers.
But that was still a situation far away.
After showing around the part of the basement that was finished Harry led the four of them back upstairs.
Caroline then led Lavender and Ginny to their rooms on the second floor.
The Potter group was lucky this year when it came to the World Cup.
Most attendants had to arrive several days early to get their tent in the main lot.
But due to the Potter families wealth and status they got access to a special lot where house elves could apparate their masters right next to the stadium where they could just walk in and skip the line.
So Mopsy would be apparating the four of them to the World Cup site earl tomorrow morning.
Harry was looking forward to that.
Chapter 38
August 18th 1994
England
Early on the day of the World Cup Harry woke up with a smile on his face.
Because of the game and because Ginny was currently giving him a blow job.
Harry sat back and enjoyed himself and once he had cummed Harry then noticed it was getting close to the time the House Elves where going to be making breakfast for the household.
So Harry summoned a new device he had gotten done recently.
This device was a chair of sorts that anyone of any size and weight could sit in.
And using straps and magic Harry could support the chair in the air while moving it feel no heavier than a feather even if the chair was supporting over 100 pounds.
The main idea though was a hole in the bottom of the chair was ment to be used by Harry to fuck a female orifice.
And he could walk around while doing so.
So after Harry got Ginny hooked up to the machine Harry began to walk downstairs alongside a moaning Ginny who was enjoying the feeling of getting her ass stuffed by Harry's cock.
Once downstairs Harry sat down at the table and ignored Ginny to focus on a conversation with Caroline and Lavender about the upcoming game.
Ginny apparently loved the treatment she was getting.
By the time Harry had finished eating and shotting a load of cum in Ginnys butthole she had allready had 8 orgasams.
After finishing Harry took Ginny out of the seat and told her Lavender and Caroline to get ready for the big game.
While they did that Harry put the chair away and then went to get ready himself.
A hour latter the four of them where all gathered in the front hall.
Harry was dressed in a suit best fitted to his status as the head of the house of Potter in all but name.
Caroline was wearing a yellow skirt and blouse to match her house colors.
And Ginny and Lavender where wearing impressive outfits that they had borrowed from Caroline's wardrobe.
Seeing everyone was ready Harry called out.
"Mopsy"
The house elf then came and apparated them one by one to where they needed to go.
Harry was the first to appear in what looked to be a large room where other people where apparating with their house elves.
Soon Mopsy brought everyone else to where they where supposed to be.
Harry saw some of his other girls in the group of people.
Harry motioned to Caroline, Lavender and Ginny to go and talk to them.
Harry had other things he wanted to do.
In four short years after he graduated Hogwarts Harry would become Lord Potter and he would take up the Potter family seat on the Wizengamot.
And it seemed like their where a lot of Wizengamot members here.
So that made it clear to Harry that now would be a good time for Harry to introduce himself to them.
So Harry went up to a old bald pudgy man and introduced himself to the man.
Over the next 20-30 minutes Harry talked to about half a dozen Wizengamot members.
The other lords knowing that Harry would be in the Wizengamot in a few short years where happy to talk to him.
Eventually thought it was time to take their seats.
Harry ended up setting in the skybox next to Caroline, Ginny and Lavender.
There where probably 100-150 people inside the skybox arranged into multiple rows.
Harry could also see several of his girls sitting in the skybox with their parents.
He wondered what they would think if they knew what he did with their daughters during the school year.
That was a thought for the future though.
Now it was time for the game to begin.
A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field.
Everything was suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite them, almost at Harry's eye level, was a gigantic blackboard. Gold writing kept dashing across it as though an invisible giant's hand were scrawling upon the blackboard and then wiping it off again; watching it,
Harry saw that it was flashing advertisements across the field.
The Bluebottle: A Broom for All the Family — safe, reliable, and with Built-in Anti-Burglar Buzzer . . . Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover: No
Pain, No Stain! . . . Gladrags Wizardwear — London, Paris, Hogsmeade . . .
A voice then appeared across the stadium belonging to Ministry official Ludo Bagman.
"Ladies and gentlemen . . . welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"
The spectators screamed and clapped. Thousands of flags waved, adding their discordant national anthems to the racket. The huge blackboard opposite them was wiped clear of its last message
(Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans — A Risk With Every Mouthful!) and now showed BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0.
"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce . . . the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"
The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.
Harry then saw about 100 veela gliding out onto the field,
He then chatted with Caroline as the Veela began to dance.
"And now," roared Ludo Bagman's voice, "kindly put your wands in the air . . . for the Irish National Team Mascots!"
Next moment, what seemed to be a great green-and-gold comet came zooming into the stadium. It did one circuit of the stadium, then split into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward the goal posts. A rainbow arced suddenly across the field, connecting the two balls of light. The crowd oooohed and aaaaahed, as though at a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded and the balls of light reunited and merged; they had formed a great shimmering shamrock, which rose up into the sky and began to soar over the stands.
Something like golden rain seemed to be falling from it —
Squinting up at the shamrock, Harry realized that it was actually comprised of thousands of tiny little bearded men with red vests, each carrying a minute lamp of gold or green.
"Leprechauns!" said Ginny over the tumultuous applause of the crowd, many of whom were still fighting and rummaging around under their chairs to retrieve the gold.
The great shamrock dissolved, the leprechauns drifted down onto the field on the opposite side from the veela, and settled themselves cross-legged to watch the match.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome — the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I give you — Dimitrov!"
A scarlet-clad figure on a broomstick, moving so fast it was blurred, shot out onto the field from an entrance far below, to wild applause from the Bulgarian supporters.
"Ivanova!"
A second scarlet-robed player zoomed out.
"Zograf! Levski! Vulchanov! Volkov! Aaaaaaand — Krum!"
"And now, please greet — the Irish National Quidditch Team!" yelled Bagman. "Presenting — Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mullet! Moran! Quigley! Aaaaaand — Lynch!"
Seven green blurs swept onto the field; Harry spun a small dial on the side of his Omnioculars and slowed the players down enough to read the word "Firebolt" on each of their brooms and see their names, embroidered in silver, upon their backs.
"And here, all the way from Egypt, our referee, acclaimed Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa!"
A small and skinny wizard, completely bald but with a mustache
And wearing robes of pure gold to match the stadium, strode out onto the field. A silver whistle was protruding from under the mustache, and he was carrying a large wooden crate under one arm, his broomstick under the other. Harry spun the speed dial on his Omnioculars back to normal, watching closely as Mostafa mounted his broomstick and kicked the crate open —
four balls burst into the air: the scarlet Quaffle, the two black
Bludgers, and the minuscule, winged Golden Snitch. With a sharp
blast on his whistle, Mostafa shot into the air after the balls.
"Theeeeeeeey're OFF!" screamed Bagman. "And it's Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Mullet! Troy! Levski! Moran!"
The speed of the players was incredible — the Chasers were throwing the Quaffle to one another so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names. Harry spun the slow dial on the right of his Omnioculars again, pressed the
play-by-play button on the top, and he was immediately watching in slow motion, while glittering purple lettering flashed across the lenses and the noise of the crowd pounded against his eardrums.
HAWKSHEAD ATTACKING FORMATION, he read as he watched the three Irish Chasers zoom closely together, Troy in the center, slightly ahead of Mullet and Moran, bearing down upon the Bulgarians. PORSKOFF PLOY flashed up next, as Troy made as though to dart upward with the Quaffle, drawing away the Bulgarian Chaser Ivanova and dropping the Quaffle to Moran. One of the Bulgarian Beaters, Volkov, swung hard at a passing Bludger with his small
club, knocking it into Moran's path; Moran ducked to avoid the Bludger and dropped the Quaffle; and Levski, soaring beneath, caught it —
"TROY SCORES!" roared Bagman, and the stadium shuddered with a roar of applause and cheers. "Ten zero to Ireland!"
"What?" Harry yelled, looking wildly around through his Omnioculars. "But Levski's got the Quaffle!"
Harry knew enough about Quidditch to see that the Irish Chasers were superb. They worked as a seamless team, their movements so well coordinated that they appeared to be reading one another's minds as they positioned themselves,
And within ten minutes, Ireland had scored twice more, bringing their lead to thirty-zero and causing a thunderous tide of roars and applause from the green-clad supporters.
The match became still faster, but more brutal. Volkov and Vulchanov, the Bulgarian Beaters, were whacking the Bludgers as fiercely as possible at the Irish Chasers, and were starting to prevent them from using some of their best moves; twice they were forced to scatter, and then, finally, Ivanova managed to break through their ranks; dodge the Keeper, Ryan; and score Bulgaria's first goal.
"Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova — oh I say!" roared Bagman.
One hundred thousand wizards gasped as the two Seekers, Krum and Lynch, plummeted through the center of the Chasers, so fast that it looked as though they had just jumped from airplanes without parachutes. Harry followed their descent through his Omnioculars, squinting to see where the Snitch was —
At the very last second, Viktor Krum pulled out of the dive and spiraled off. Lynch, however, hit the ground with a dull thud that could be heard throughout the stadium. A huge groan rose from the Irish seats.
"It's time-out!" yelled Bagman's voice, "as trained mediwizards
hurry onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch!"
Harry had never seen anyone fly like that; Krum hardly looked as
though he was using a broomstick at all; he moved so easily
through the air that he looked unsupported and weightless.
Harry focused on Krum. He was now circling high above Lynch, who was being revived by mediwizards with cups of potion. Harry, focusing still
more closely upon Krum's face, saw his dark eyes darting all over
the ground a hundred feet below. He was using the time while
Lynch was revived to look for the Snitch without interference.
Lynch got to his feet at last, to loud cheers from the green-clad
supporters, mounted his Firebolt, and kicked back off into the air.
His revival seemed to give Ireland new heart. When Mostafa blew
his whistle again, the Chasers moved into action with a skill unrivaled by anything Harry had seen so far.
After fifteen more fast and furious minutes, Ireland had pulled ahead by ten more goals. They were now leading by one hundred and thirty points to ten, and the game was starting to get dirtier.
As Mullet shot toward the goal posts yet again, clutching the Quaffle tightly under her arm, the Bulgarian Keeper, Zograf, flew out to meet her. Whatever happened was over so quickly Harry didn't catch it, but a scream of rage from the Irish crowd, and Mostafa's long, shrill whistle blast, told him it had been a foul.
"And Mostafa takes the Bulgarian Keeper to task for cobbing —excessive use of elbows!" Bagman informed the roaring spectators.
"And — yes, it's a penalty to Ireland!"
The leprechauns, who had risen angrily into the air like a swarm
of glittering hornets when Mullet had been fouled, now darted together to form the words "HA, HA, HA!" The veela on the other side of the field leapt to their feet, tossed their hair angrily, and started to dance.
Harry looked down at the field. Hassan Mostafa had landed right in front of the dancing veela, and was acting very oddly indeed. He was flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache excitedly.
"Now, we can't have that!" said Ludo Bagman, though he sounded highly amused. "Somebody slap the referee!"
A mediwizard came tearing across the field, his fingers stuffed into his own ears, and kicked Mostafa hard in the shins. Mostafa seemed to come to himself; Harry, watching through the Omnioculars again, saw that he looked exceptionally embarrassed and had started shouting at the veela, who had stopped dancing and were looking mutinous.
"And unless I'm much mistaken, Mostafa is actually attempting to send off the Bulgarian team mascots!" said Bagman's voice.
"Now there's something we haven't seen before. . . . Oh this could turn nasty. . It did: The Bulgarian Beaters, Volkov and Vulchanov, landed on either side of Mostafa and began arguing furiously with him, gesticulating toward the leprechauns, who had now gleefully formed the words "HEE, HEE, HEE." Mostafa was not impressed by the Bulgarians' arguments, however; he was jabbing his finger into the air, clearly telling them to get flying again, and when they refused, he gave two short blasts on his whistle.
"Two penalties for Ireland!" shouted Bagman, and the Bulgarian crowd howled with anger. "And Volkov and Vulchanov had better get back on those brooms . . . yes . . . there they go . . . and Troy takes the Quaffle . . ."
Play now reached a level of ferocity beyond anything they had yet seen. The Beaters on both sides were acting without mercy: Volkov and Vulchanov in particular seemed not to care whether their clubs made contact with Bludger or human as they swung them violently through the air. Dimitrov shot straight at Moran, who had the Quaffle, nearly knocking her off her broom.
"Foul!" roared the Irish supporters as one, all standing up in a great wave of green.
"Foul!" echoed Ludo Bagman's magically magnified voice.
"Dimitrov skins Moran — deliberately flying to collide there — and it's got to be another penalty — yes, there's the whistle!"
The leprechauns had risen into the air again, and this time, they formed a giant hand, which was making a very rude sign indeed at the veela across the field. At this, the veela lost control. Instead of dancing, they launched themselves across the field and began throwing what seemed to be handfuls of fire at the leprechauns.
Ministry wizards were flooding onto the field to separate the veela and the leprechauns, but with little success; meanwhile, the pitched battle below was nothing to the one taking place above.
Harry turned this way and that, staring through his Omnioculars, as the Quaffle changed hands with the speed of a bullet.
"Levski — Dimitrov — Moran — Troy — Mullet — Ivanova — Moran again — Moran — MORAN SCORES!"
But the cheers of the Irish supporters were barely heard over the shrieks of the veela, the blasts now issuing from the Ministry members' wands, and the furious roars of the Bulgarians. The game recommenced immediately; now Levski had the Quaffle, now Dimitrov —
The Irish Beater Quigley swung heavily at a passing Bludger, and hit it as hard as possible toward Krum, who did not duck quickly enough. It hit him full in the face.
There was a deafening groan from the crowd; Krum's nose looked broken, there was blood everywhere, but Hassan Mostafa didn't blow his whistle. He had become distracted, and Harry couldn't blame him; one of the veela had thrown a handful of fire and set his broom tail alight.
Harry wanted someone to realize that Krum was injured.
"Look at Lynch!" Ginny yelled.
For the Irish Seeker had suddenly gone into a dive, and Harry was quite sure that this was no Wronski Feint; this was the real thing. . . .
"He's seen the Snitch!" Harry shouted. "He's seen it! Look at
him go!"
Half the crowd seemed to have realized what was happening; the Irish supporters rose in another great wave of green, screaming their Seeker on . . . but Krum was on his tail. How he could see where he was going, Harry had no idea; there were flecks of blood flying through the air behind him, but he was drawing level with Lynch now as the pair of them hurtled toward the ground again —
"They're going to crash!" shrieked Caroline.
"They're not!" roared Ginny.
"Lynch is!" yelled Harry.
And he was right — for the second time, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was immediately stampeded by a horde of angry veela.
"The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" bellowed Ginny.
"He's got it — Krum's got it — it's all over!" shouted Harry.
Krum, his red robes shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand.
The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn't seem to have realized what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.
"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, who like the Irish, seemed to be taken aback by the sudden end of the match.
"KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS — good lord, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"
Harry put his Omnioculars to his eyes. It was hard to see what was happening below, because leprechauns were zooming delightedly all over the field, but he could just make out Krum, surrounded by mediwizards. He looked surlier than ever and refused to let them mop him up. His team members were around him,
shaking their heads and looking dejected; a short way away, the Irish players were dancing gleefully in a shower of gold descending from their mascots. Flags were waving all over the stadium, the Irish national anthem blared from all sides.
"And as the Irish team performs a lap of honor, flanked by their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup itself is brought into the Top Box!" roared Bagman.
"Let's have a really loud hand for the gallant losers — Bulgaria!"
Bagman shouted.
And up the stairs into the box came the seven defeated Bulgarian
players. The crowd below was applauding appreciatively; Harry
could see thousands and thousands of Omniocular lenses flashing
and winking in their direction.
One by one, the Bulgarians filed between the rows of seats in the
Top box, and Bagman called out the name of each as they shook hands
with their own minister and then with Fudge. Krum, who was last
in line, looked a real mess. Two black eyes were blooming spectacularly on his bloody face.
He was still holding the Snitch. Harry noticed that he seemed much less coordinated on the ground. He was slightly duck-footed and distinctly round-shouldered. But when Krum's name was announced, the whole stadium gave him a resounding, earsplitting roar.
And then came the Irish team. Aidan Lynch was being supported by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seemed to have dazed him and his eyes looked strangely unfocused. But he grinned happily as Troy and Quigley lifted the Cup into the air and the crowd below thundered its approval.
What a game.
ONE HOUR LATER
After the match was over a lot of Harry's girls left with their families for their own family celebration parties.
Harry, Caroline, Ginny and Lavender though decided to go to a section of the camp grounds where vendors where selling food and alcohol to celebrate the match.
And Harry was feeling festive today.
It did not take long for them to find a makeshift pub that a lot of people seemed to be congregating at.
But before the four of them could enter a loud explosion tore through the area.
Harry spun around and saw a fireball illuminate the night sky from the direction of the camp grounds.
Harry's eyes widened.
"Mopsy"He called out as people began to scream.
He did not know what was going on but he knew he had to get the girls out of harms way.
And Harry told Mopsy that when the house elf appeared.
While Mopsy was taking Lavender and Ginny back to the manor Caroline looked at Harry.
"Your not coming back to the manor with us"She asked.
"I will"Harry said "But first I want to figure out what is going on and help those who I can help".
"Ok"Caroline said "Please be careful thought"
Mopsy then appeared to apparate Caroline away.
Harry then turned in the direction of the sounds of the explosions.
Harry saw that a lot of people seemed to be running towards the forest.
And then he saw them.
Three men dressed in what looked like Death Eater regalia.
How was that possible though.
Seeing some of them enter the forest Harry stopped worrying about the how.
He just had to make sure nobody got hurt.
Entering the forest Harry could hear noise coming from the campgrounds but he did not really see any Death Eaters or civilians in his part of the woods.
Harry then heard a scram from further down the path.
He ran towards the sound of the voice.
Ducking behind a tree Harry observed the situation.
Three Death Eater impersonators where standing over a frightened looking blonde woman.
Harry had to rescue her.
But how.
Than Harry saw the stream about 300 feet away.
An idea then came to Harry's head.
Remembering what he had read this year Harry focused on gaining control over the water in the stream.
That water than accumulated into a ball of water.
Harry then focused causing part of the water to harden into ice that he mentally commanded to fly at the Death Eaters like projectiles.
One of the Death Eaters yelled in pain as one hit him in the shoulder.
The Death Eaters then tried throwing up shields to protect themselves from the ice daggers.
But while their shields blocked some of what was coming at them some got through and hit their intended targets.
Soon the three Death Eaters where bloodied and bruised and running out of the forest as fast as they could go.
Harry did not go after them though.
He dissipated the water ball and ran over to the girl laying on the ground who looked shocked to see him..
"Hey"Harry said "Are you ok"
"Yes"The girl said "I was here to attend the game with my friends when we got separated by the crowd and I ran into those men who attacked me"
"Well you should be fine now and those men should be far away by now"Harry told her.
"You saved my life" The girl said "And I don't even know your name"
Harry smiled and responded "Im Harry Potter".
"Fleur Delacour" was the reply he got back.
Fleurs eyes widened.
"Your not reacting to my allure"She said.
Harry knew what veela allure was.
But Harry had a lot of experience over the past 3 years with a lot of beautiful women.
Harry thought that was the reason the allure did not affect him.
Sure he would notice someone like Fleur with her long legs and massive mammaries.
But he would not become a drooling idiot around her like some guys would if close to a veela.
"I guess i am just different than other guys"Harry told Fleur with a smile.
Fleur looked shocked at that and then looked thoughtful.
"We should probably get out of her"Harry said "We do not want more Death Eaters to find us"
Fleur nodded and got to her feet.
Harry and Fleur then made their way through the woods.
When they made it to anther secluded clearing.
Fleur turned to Harry.
"Is it ok if I reward my savior"She asked.
Harry had read about veela before so he had a good idea of what she was asking him and Harry had no problem with adding such a beautiful girl to his harem.
Harry and Fleur then began to caste spells in the clearing to make sure nobody stumbled into them.
That task done they turned to each other.
Harry smiled and reached behind her, he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Her mouth lolled open from the action, her eyes focusing on him sharply.
He then her kissed deeply.
On breaking the kiss, she said, "Oh, what fun we'll have today, Harry."
Harry spun her around, pressing her ass into his cock.
With one hand still in her hair, arching her neck back, he let his other hand explore her body, squeezing her nice, sweet tits through her top before running down her tight abs.
When he reached her skirt, he dug underneath it, searching as he ground his clothed cock into the space between her ass cheeks through her skirt. Harry was not completely surprised that she wasn't wearing any panties, but it was still a pleasant discovery when his probing fingers found her hot, steaming cunt.
Harry forced two fingers inside of her.
"Oh fuck..." Fleur groaned, grinding her ass further against him. She reached backward, blindly, fumbling for his pants and pulling them to the ground. Her hands found his cock in its aching rigidity, spreading the precum and slowly jacking him. For going in blind and behind her back, he had to say she was pretty good at it.
Taking his hand from her pussy for just a moment, Harry pulled the base of her top up and over her bare stomach, then her breasts, revealing them to be perfectly bare. Though he couldn't see perfectly from this angle, he knew they were a nice, round and full C-cup with a slight bit of sag and some thick, puffy nipples that responded well to the touch of his thumb and forefingers.
"No bra... no panties..." He whispered huskily in her ear, dropping his fingers back to her pussy.
Fleur let go of his cock and pulled her skirt up, allowing his cock to slide between her ass cheeks. For emphasis, she squeezed him as Harry fingered her even more fiercely.
He then let go of her hair, using his hand to smack her on the ass hard enough for the crack to echo throughout the clearing.
Fleur turned on Harry, her eyes blazing with... what was that? Surprise? Anger? Lust? Some combination of the three? That was a hypothesis worth testing.
Harry spanked her once. Twice. Three times more, her ass cheeks squeezing his cock each time. Though the first time he did it, she didn't make a sound, by the second and third times she let out soft whimpers.
By the fourth, there was a sound coming from deep inside of her, something animalistic and hungry.
Harry then stripped down completely.
Harry reached down, pulling her skirt over her magnificently round ass and admiring her tight body.
Harry then spanked her again, once on each cheek. She bit her lip and looked back at him hungrily, mewling encouragingly as he swatted her ass twice more. Her beautiful, perfect cheeks were pink from the impact.
"You like a good spanking, don't you?" Harry asked, swatting her butt again.
Fleur groaned deliciously. "Mmmmmhmmmmm..."
"You don't get it as much as you need, do you?" Harry asked.
"Few have the balls to try, and those that do more often than not aren't the kind of person I'd let get any further," she said.
Then, before she could get a word in edgewise, Harry dropped to his knees, spread her legs nice and wide, and leaned in toward her pussy. Fleur almost said something in response, but when his lips and tongue found her lower lips, all words were lost.
Well, all words that weren't mangled or four-lettered at least.
"Oh, fuck, you... you bastard, fuckfuckfuck, right there, right, fuck... you're fucking good, fucking... fuckfuckfuck!" Fleur wailed, as she got lost somewhere between laughter and rapture before ultimately deciding that being lost wasn't such a bad thing right now.
"My, my, my, what a mouth you have," Harry said, tauntingly swiping his tongue over her slit, not enough to give her maximum pleasure but enough to make her quake. With how good she tasted, it took a lot of self-restraint not to dive in and lap up everything he could while he made her scream with his mouth.
Harry was patient. He teased. He taunted. He tormented. He brought her close to the edge of ecstasy before easing up, pulling her back.
Harry brought her close, then he let up. He let up just enough that he was still keeping her going, but letting her calm ever so slightly. Once she'd calmed enough to be almost mellow or at least about as mellow as one could be with a tongue in their pussy he would start in on her more heavily again and bring her close to the edge.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
It may not have earned him brownie points with one Ms. Fleur Delacour, but it was a lot of fun hearing what she had to throw back his way.
"Oh you son of a bitch, you motherfucker, you think this is... FUCK! Do you think this is a game? You think this is funny, you bastard? Motherfucker, you can't just, AAAAAAAH! Fuck, fuck, fuck you're good at that, please... please just let me cum, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want, just let me, please, let me fucking cum!" she said.
With one long lick, Harry said, "Maybe."
Fleur grumbled. "What do I have to do to get more than 'maybe'?"
Harry just dove back in and made her squeal.
He eventually stopped eating her pussy and stood up behind her. She mewled like a wounded kitten, pouting angrily back at Harry for that brief moment before he lined his cock up with the lips of her pussy.
Once he slid it home into her wet, eager cunt, she wasn't pouting anymore.
"GODDAMNIT FUCK! THAT'S BIG!" she said, rocking her hips against Harry and begging for more.
Grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up, just enough to give Harry leverage to push the rest of his cock deep inside her tight little pussy, he said, "Just wait until I really start to fuck you."
"Oh, I'm waiting," Fleur growled. "Waiting to see if you're more than just talk and cock."
Harry forced her back down onto the ground, grabbed her by the hips and, not to mince words or anything, but he fucked the shit out of her.
She reached down to finger herself, and he was more than happy to oblige her as he grabbed her beautiful ass in one hand and pressed his thumb against her tight, winking asshole. It was difficult to balance and juggle all the elements in play, but when she went tense and cried out, Harry knew he had done her right.
"FUCK, YOU BASTARD, I'M FUCKING CUMMING, YOU FUCKING SONOFABITCH FUCK, FUCK YOU, FUCK, FUCK!" Fleur screamed as she came, her wails becoming high-pitched and formless as he pounded her mercilessly.
Her orgasm almost set him off, so Harry warned her, "I'm gonna cum too! Gonna cum..."
"FILL ME UP YOU BASTARD, JUST FUCKING UNLOAD IN ME, FUCK, FUCK!" she cried out.
She asked. Harry delivered. With pleasure so overwhelming it nearly blinded him, Harry unleashed inside of her, letting the floodgates go as he shot more cum than he thought possible for his body to manufacture deep inside of Fleur Delacours' pussy. Her pussy milked him for shot after shot, urging every last drop from him and matching his slowing thrusts as they both came down from a truly hard fuck.
Harry pulled out of her, and the two of them laid down on the ground. With her perfect tits hanging out, rising and falling with every pant and her pink, engorged pussy lips spread open and leaking his cum onto her pretty blue skirt, Fleur was an image of lewd perfection.
Harry crawled on his knees next to her head. Harry dangled his mostly hard cock above her mouth, enjoying her hungry look as she practically licked her lips in anticipation.
He didn't have to say a word, but in the spirit of the power play they were playing, he said, "Suck it."
A soft, clipped moan escaped her pretty lips, and all too eagerly Fleur inhaled almost the entire length of his cock.
It wasn't the most skilled blowjob Harry had ever received, but it was one driven by pure lust and enthusiasm. She sloppily sucked his cock, savoring its flavor as if it were the sweetest and rarest of treats in the world.
When Harry experimentally pulled it from her mouth, she met the cue and began sucking on his balls, gently yet forcefully enough that he wouldn't be allowed to forget her lustful desires. Harry granted her wish by pushing his cock back into her mouth, reaching over to finger her some more in reward.
Feeling confident in his restored hardness, Harry pulled his cock from her lips and climbed back between her legs, sliding his cock once again into her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Fleur groaned, wrapping her legs around Harry and looking up at him somewhat dreamily.
Harry leaned down and kissed her. They kissed for a while like that, Harry buried deep in her pussy with her legs wrapped around him. It was pleasant, almost sweet, even.
And then Fleur had to go and make the moment filthier.
Breaking the kiss, she said, " I haven't had you up my ass, yet."
Slowly, he began to fuck in and out of her.
"Oh, you like it up the ass, do you?" Harry taunted, keeping each stroke slow and delicious.
Grunting as Harry picked up the pace, Fleur replied, "Yes I want your monster cock in my tight, sweet little ass."
"Something tells me you're more dirty than sweet," Harry chided.
Fleur laughed. "I keep myself clean down there, but yes, that assessment is fair.
Harry grabbed hold of her and rolled over so she was on top of Harry. Fleur seemed all too pleased with the change in position, taking to riding Harry easily. Her hips rocked pleasurably, and her tits looked so perfect he couldn't help but take them in his hands and squeeze her nipples.
Harry pulled her down for a kiss. "I've still got cum for you. Lots of it. You get me nice and started here, build up a nice load you cum and you cum hard, then I'll take you and your ass and show you some hardcore anal fucking like you've never had before and fill you to the fucking brim."
"Hardly romantic," Fleur said lustily "But infinitely enticing."
"Good," Harry said, swatting her on the ass nice and loud and loving the way it made her squeal.
Watching her writhe and squirm as she bounced up and down on his cock, her juicy tits bouncing freely in those moments that Harry let them go and grabbed her ass, the look of absolute release on her face as she let loose and fucked Harry... It was something special.
The kind of special that made Harry glad he'd come so recently, honestly, because as much as he could feel a nice load backed up in his tanks, the fact remained he didn't want to pop off before he had her ass.
Not filling her pussy again with his thick cum took Herculean restraint but Harry did still manage to hold back no matter how much she bounced on his cock.
Harry watched her, thoroughly enjoying the show as she let herself get lost in the moment, holding her hips and guiding her up and down on his cock so she'd receive maximum pleasure.
It was working. Harry could feel her tensing up again, her body shuddering as another orgasm threatened to make her first pale in comparison. Rather than let it threaten, Harry worked to guarantee it.
He reached down, rubbing her clit furiously as she bounced up and down on his cock, their eyes locking as she looked at Harry with this increasing sense of needy desperation. While a matter of moments ago Harry was holding her orgasms back now Harry was sure he couldn't deny her anything.
"You got it, you got it," Harry muttered to her. "Cum for me. Like that. Cum for me now, cum for me... cum for me!"
"FUCK I!" she cried out, letting the orgasm hit her like a truck. She bounced oh so deliciously on his cock, bucking and shaking and losing control, the sight of her sweaty, beautiful flesh trembling only matched by the way her pussy tightened around his cock.
It took the greatest restraint and the great fortune of having cum quite recently not to completely lose it himself, but Harry held on.
She finished against Harry, collapsing and kissing him, rubbing her breasts rather wonderfully against his bare chest as she smiled.
Harry spanked her ass loudly,
"FUCK!" Fleur cried out.
" I'm gonna spank you like a bitch," Harry growled loudly. "I've also got a couple of fingers shoved right up your tight, fucking, slutty ass."
Fleur groaned as Harry did exactly that.
"I wonder what people would think if they know what I'm gonna do to you right here," Harry growled, fucking her ass with his fingers.
"And what are you gonna do?" she taunted.
"I'm gonna fuck your tight little slut ass," Harry said.
Fleur scoffed. "You couldn't handle my ass."
"Wanna bet?" Harry said, pulling his fingers from her ass.
Harry rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks, pressing gently against her tight hole in a way that made her moan.
"Get ready," Harry said "Here it comes."
He thrust forward, pushing the head of his cock into her tightest hole.
"OH, FUCK! SO FUCKING BIG, YOU'RE GONNA TEAR ME APART!" Fleur cried out.
"That's just the head," Harry said. "There's almost a foot more to fuck you with. You said I couldn't handle your ass, but did you ever think you couldn't handle my cock?"
She groaned. "I've got... FUCK! You can't... no, I can take it, you don't... FUCK!"
Harry fed inch after inch inside of her ass, taking away her words and making her a moaning, shuddering wreck as she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
When his hips finally met her ass, his balls resting against her soaked pussy, Harry kissed her on the shoulder in silent congratulations.
"This... is... amazing!" she whispered back, arching her neck so she could kiss Harry.
"You good to be fucked?" Harry whispered back, wanting to make sure she was okay.
"If you don't fuck me as hard as you can, I can't be held accountable for my actions with what I do to you," Fleur returned.
"Okay, so you're good," Harry whispered, pulling his cock out and slamming it back home in her tight ass.
"FUCK!" she cried out.
"So... fucking... tight! You... like... that?" Harry grunted as he grabbed her hips and started to fuck her ass nice and hard. She was so tight, so hot, her ass gripping his cock so perfectly he thought he would pop off at any moment.
"it's so big, fuckfuckfucking hell, how can you... god, how can this be possible you... fucking...! You're fucking my ass better than, fuck, anyone ever has!" Fleur exclaimed.
Reaching around to finger her while they fucked, Harry told her "If you're a good little cumslut, If you're nice and play by all the rules and do everything I say, I'll let you cum harder than you've ever cum before."
"That's... not... fair!" Fleur exclaimed,
"I never said it'd be fair. I don't play fair" Harry grunted.
"Bastard!" Fleur shot back.
"I'll stop if you force me to," Harry mock threatened.
"NO!" Fleur yelled, "NO! Please, no! I want it... I want it..."
"please just let me cum, let me fucking cum, please let me cum!" Fleur said.
"You got it," Harry said, pounding into her hard.
"GODDAMNIT FUCK, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING YOU FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Fleur cried out, bucking and shaking against Harry as her orgasm hit her with her asshole squeezing his cock so tightly, so insistently it set off his own orgasm.
Her asshole milked his cock hard, squeezing shot after shot of his cum into her. It was a sweet, maddening pleasure, one he didn't want to end as it felt like all the pleasure in the world was being drawn out through his cock and into her.
When they both finished, tired and panting, they looked at each other and exchanged a satisfied, tired nod.
Harry leaned in, kissing the back of her neck a few slow, soft times while they giggled and stayed close to each other. When she turned her head to kiss Harry he took full advantage of kissing her back, savoring her taste.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
After Harry and Fleur had finished and put their stuff back on they dispelled their spells and walked back to the tents to try and find Fleurs friends.
While they where walking they chatted and Harry found out that Fleur went to Beauxbatons School in France.
She got really happy thought hearing Harry went to Hogwarts.
She mentioned that a letter had told here she had been selected to travel to Hogwarts in the upcoming school year for an important task.
Harry was thrilled to hear that he would get to spend more time with Fleur in the upcoming year.
Seeing the tent Fleur was at Harry said goodby to Fleur with a promise to see her again in just a few short months.
Harry had to get back to Potter Manor now.
Harry then called Mopsy who apparated him back to Potter Manor and some worried girls.
After reassuring them that he was ok Harry began to tell them the story about how he found and conquered Fleur Delacour.
Chapter 39
September 1st 1994
Scotland
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As the train doors opened, there was a rumble of thunder overhead.
The heads of the students bent and eyes narrowed against the downpour.
The rain was now coming down so thick and fast that it was as though buckets of ice cold water were being emptied repeatedly over their heads.
Harry was shivering as he and Caroline inched slowly along the dark
platform with the rest of the crowd.
A hundred horseless carriages stood waiting for them outside the station. Harry, Caroline, Daphne, and Astoria climbed gratefully into one of them, the door shut with a snap, and a few moments later, with a great lurch, the long
procession of carriages was rumbling and splashing its way up the track toward Hogwarts Castle.
through the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars, and
up the sweeping drive the carriages trundled, swaying dangerously in what was fast becoming a gale. Leaning against the window, Harry could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain.
Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt
before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight
of stone steps.
People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. Harry, Caroline, Daphne, and Astoria jumped down from their carriage and dashed up the steps too, looking up only when they were safely inside the cavernous, torch-lit entrance hall, with its magnificent
marble staircase.
Harry, Caroline and Daphne slipped and slid across the entrance
hall and through the double doors on the right,
The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the
start-of-term feast.
Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in midair. The four long House tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils.
It was much warmer in here. Harry, Daphne, Astoria and Pansy walked over to the Slytherin Table and sat down.
Harry looked up at the staff table. There seemed to be rather more empty seats there than usual.
"Where's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Daphne, who was also looking up at the teachers.
They had never yet had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had lasted more than three terms.
He looked up and down the staff table. There was definitely no new face there.
Harry scanned the table more carefully. Tiny little Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was sitting on a large pile of cushions beside Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, whose hat was askew over her flyaway gray hair. She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department.
Next to her, and in the very center of the table, sat Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, his sweeping silver hair and beard shining in the candlelight, his magnificent deep green robes embroidered with many stars and moons.
The tips of Dumbledore's long, thin fingers were together and he was resting his chin upon them, staring up at the ceiling through his half-moon spectacles as though lost in thought.
Harry glanced up at the ceiling too. It was enchanted to look like the sky outside, and he had never seen it look this stormy. Black and purple clouds were swirling across it, and as another thunderclap sounded outside, a fork of lightning flashed across it.
Soon the doors of the Great Hall opened and silence fell. Professor McGonagall was leading a long line of first years up to the top of the Hall.
They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailed.
All of them were shivering with a combination of cold and nerves as they filed along the staff table and came to a halt in a line facing the rest of the school.
Professor McGonagall now placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty, patched wizard's hat. The first years stared at it. So did everyone else. For a moment, there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song:
A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!
The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished.
Professor McGonagall was soon unrolling a large scroll of
parchment.
"When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on
the stool," she told the first years. "When the hat announces your
House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table.
"Ackerley, Stewart!"
A boy walked forward, visibly trembling from head to foot,
picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on, and sat down on the stool.
"RAVENCLAW!" shouted the hat.
Stewart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried into a seat at the
Ravenclaw table, where everyone was applauding him.
"Baddock, Malcolm!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
Harry clapped for the first student to join his house.
"Branstone, Eleanor!"
"Cauldwell, Owen!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Creevey, Dennis!"
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.
The Sorting continued; boys and girls with varying degrees of fright on their faces moving one by one to the three-legged stool, the line dwindling slowly as Professor McGonagall passed the L's.
"Pritchard, Graham!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Quirke, Orla!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
And finally, with "Whitby, Kevin!" ("HUFFLEPUFF!"), the
Sorting ended. Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and the
stool and carried them away.
Professor Dumbledore then got to his feet. He was smiling
around at the students, his arms opened wide in welcome.
"I have only two words to say to you," he told them, his deep
voice echoing around the Hall. "Tuck in."
Everyone then got to eating and sharing about what they did over the summer.
When the food was done and the last crumbs had faded off the plates, leaving them sparkling clean,
Albus Dumbledore got to his feet again. The buzz of chatter filling the Hall ceased almost at once, so that only the howling wind and pounding rain could be heard.
"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that
we are all fed and watered,"I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He continued,
"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students
"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."
"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts —"
But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers' table.
A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling.
The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any Harry had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel. Every inch of skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the man's eyes that made him frightening.
One of them was small, dark, and beady. The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, and from side to side, quite independently of the normal eye — and then it rolled right over, pointing into the back of the man's head, so that all they could see was whiteness.
The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering words Harry couldn't hear. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone.
Dumbledore nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side.
The stranger sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of his face, pulled a plate of sausages toward him, raised it to what was left of his nose, and sniffed it.
He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage on the end of it, and began to eat.
His normal eye was fixed upon the sausages, but the blue eye was still
darting restlessly around in its socket, taking in the Hall and the students.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Dumbledore brightly into the silence. "Professor Moody."
It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause, but none of the staff or students clapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid, who both put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him.
Moody seemed totally indifferent to his less-than-warm welcome.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.
The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar . . ."
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Er — but maybe this is not the time . . . no . . ." said Dumbledore, "where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament . . . well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely.
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five
years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities — until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.
"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving next week and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime!
Chop chop!"
Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall.