Summary:Harry tells Lily, SMUT insues (an almost obscene amount), Harry goes to gringotts to understand his inheritance and returns to Hogwarts!
Chapter TextCHAPTER FIVE
Harry had explained his story to Lily, telling her of growing up with the Dursley's, of being friends with Ron and Hermione, of fighting a basilisk, of killing professor Quirrell, of watching Sirius die, and of his fragmented memories. Lily listened the entire time, only interrupting to ask the occasional question.
He then told her what he'd actually been doing the last few weeks, of what he discovered about himself, of his relationship with Samantha, of binding her to him using the Merlin's Law, of his bond with the Redwood pack, once he started, he felt like he couldn't stop. Everything he'd ever wanted to tell his mum and more was finally coming out.
He sighed once he was finished.
Lily took a second to process where she wanted to start first.
"So, you've somehow got to this world through the Veil, just like Sirius did, and now you've taken the place of my Harry and have this great power and are now... enacting your right to perform the Merlin's Law. And you are able to use this ancient power because you could be--"
"A mage." Harry supplied.
"Right. Because of this power you have, you want to...?"
"Get stronger. Because of my power in this body, the Fairie Law means that I could be emancipated and take on the title of Lord Potter and start preparing the world to stop Voldemort's rise."
"But to do this you need my permission?"
Harry nodded, "As both my mother in this world, and the current matriarch of the house, you need to give me permission in front of a licenced body that I can take the test to see if my magic is mature enough to be considered an adult."
"Right. But you do know that one of the roles as lord is to be wedded. And if your goal is to gain the most political power, there will be plenty of dangerous waters to traverse. Especially if," she paused. "Especially if you are going to be amassing a harem of witches to fuel your power as well. Not many brides will willingly take a husband with mistresses."
Harry raised his hands, "I-it's not like I plan on binding hundreds of witches. I only plan on doing it with witches I feel a real connection with. Since binding with Samantha, all of my physical attributes have heightened, and when Daphne and I were avoiding the giants, I had never felt more powerful than when I was charging my body using both mine and her magic. I can only imagine what having access to other witches may be like."
Lily nodded.
"I guess that makes sense Harry, I'll try to set any opinions about who my son used to be... from the one standing in front of me wanting to be a lord with many witches wanting," she gulped, "wanting his magic," she glanced down to the bulge between his legs. "separate. I see the logic behind your plan. Knowing who you really are makes things seem a lot clearer now."
Any reserves she had held about her attraction to Harry had been thrown out of the window when he told her that he wasn't really her son. And that in his world, his mother was a petite framed woman with a small chest, sharp face that Harry had never met. So he didn't really see her as his mother. Her curiosity for his plan had drawn her in, and no longer feeling a restrain on her arousal and need for Harry, her magic was desperately trying to answer his magic's call.
"Being classed as a mage is an incredible rarity. There have only been a handful of confirmed mages of the years. The Greengrass" being famous for having a powerful wizard every couple of generations that joined the wizarding army that had a skill with ice magic, but not the degree to be classed as a mage. This Daphne sounds to be very skilled. But what you said about using fire magic... the way that it has worked for you, the extra magical ability that you seem to possess, and your natural understanding of magic in this world, I would agree that with enough training and," she thought carefully on her next few words. "the more select witches that you bind yourself to, you could easily be one of the most powerful wizards in our world."
Harry nodded.
"That's what I need. To be strong enough to protect everyone."
Lily hummed her reply.
"A fire alignment is rare though… Could be due to a multitude of things. You received a phoenix blessing back in your second year in your world. Your wand's core was from that very same phoenix. Perhaps its blessing was still in your veins when you passed through the veil and it somehow managed to merge it into your magical core. The other, is that you biologically attained this magic and when you joined this world, the veils power brought that bloodline magic to the surface... or perhaps a mixture of them both." she offered.
"Are the Potter's famous for fire magic?" Harry asked.
"No, hundreds and hundreds of years ago they had a talent with clay and earth magic, which earned them their name, so I wouldn't say yes to that." she said.
Harry's eyes widened as he looked to Lily's hair. He reached out and stroked a few strands between his fingers. Lily's cheeks reddened as he stepped closer to her as they both were still standing.
"They do say that red hair is a sign that your family were kissed and blessed by fire."
Lily giggled.
How old are you?! Lily scolded herself.
"Perhaps you're right Harry."
After a second of the pair just staring at the other, Lily managed to control her breathing enough to ask a question.
"Do you remember the night before you left?" she whispered.
Harry nodded.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have taken advantage like that."
She reached up and wrapped her fingers round his wrist, eyes widening.
"I initiated everything. You were just complimenting a lonely old woman."
Harry quickly glanced down at her wonderful figure. The Fairie Law in this world kept her looking about twenty five. He dared take another step closer to her.
"You are far from old Lily, you're a fiery woman who any man would be honoured to hold in their arms and claim as their own."
Lily's cheeks flushed with an intense heat as she heard Harry's words. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she could feel a pulsing heat between her legs as Harry stepped even closer to her. She felt the heat of his breath on her neck as he leaned in to speak to her, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her earlobe.
"I would be honoured to hold you in my arms and claim you as my own." He dared.
His intention was clear, and although Lily had never thought herself as the submissive kind. The thought of being owned by Harry had caused her knickers to be instantly drenched.
"Then take me, Master," she teased.
He then quickly muffled her moan as he took her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, expertly exploring her mouth. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable as Harry's hands slid down her back to cup her ass, pulling her body flush against his. Lily could feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against her stomach, and she moaned into his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Harry murmured, "I want you, Lily. I've wanted you since I first saw you."
Lily didn't even attempt to resist as Harry lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her up the stairs towards her bedroom, his lips attached to her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses all the way along the sensitive skin. Her lips latched on to his neck.
Entering the room, Harry dropped her onto the bed, and Lily lay back, her chest heaving as she watched him hastily divest himself of his clothes until he stood naked before her, his erection jutting out from a mop of dark hair.
Her eyes widened as she finally saw it, and she could feel her magic searing to an almost unbearable heat as she realised that he was hard for her.
Crawling onto the bed, Harry slipped his hand under her ass, gripped the hem of her black jeans and easily slid them off her legs without unbuttoning the jeans. Pulling her lacy knickers with them. Once he tossed the jeans aside, he spread her legs wide apart, his gaze honing in on the intimate folds of her sex. He leaned in, running his tongue along the length of her slit, flicking it against her clit.
Lily's back arched off the bed as she cried out, "Oh! Fuck!"
His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he licked, sucked and teased her clitoris, her moans echoing around the room. He used his free hand to enter her and massage her G-spot as his tongue continued its ministrations, her wetness coating his fingers.
He let go of her hip and reached up with his spare hand and began to expertly massage her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple as he bathed his tongue in the red head's juices.
"Cum for me, Lily." He rasped against her folds.
Those words were all it took for Lily to fall over the edge, her body shuddering as she came hard, gripping the sheets underneath her in her fists.
Harry chuckled at her reaction and continued to work her with his tongue. Every flick had Lily squirming and writhing with pleasure, and she could feel the pressures building in her core one more. She wanted more, and the only way she could describe it was a craving, a need to be filled by Harry.
With one final flick of his tongue, Harry felt her tug at his hair, pulling her up towards her plump lips. When the two parted, Lily was left panting and sweaty, and Harry moved to cover her body, pressing her into the mattress with his own weight as he reached down and guided his full length into her tightest depths.
As they each felt his engorged head press against her tight entrance, Harry looked down to Lily. She looked vulnerable. Her chest was heaving, her cheeks were red, her bare breasts pressed into his pecks, her legs wrapped around his hips. Their individual magic was burning holes in the other, the room smelt of sex. They knew they needed this.
Lily nodded.
"Claim me."
Lily felt as though she was in an entirely different realm of pleasure as Harry filled her body completely. His thrusts were slow and deep to start, and they built gradually in intensity, stoking the flames of her pleasure higher and higher until the only thing she could do was moan his name in pleasure. Again and again.
She was rewarded for her effort when Harry finally stilled, panting heavily. She looked up, worried she wasn't good enough.
"I... I don't want to end it right now..." he gasped. "I want to make this last."
Lily reached up and pulled Harry in for a searing kiss.
She then pulled his head to her neck, his lips immediately latching on to her slender neck.
"Who said you only get to fuck me once, my lord." she said in the sexiest voice she could muster. "fill me up now, and I know I won't be able to keep my hands off you before dinner."
She felt Harry stiffen inside of her.
"Claim me. And we'll fuck every night we're together. I'll milk you dry. I'll call you master. I'll please you for as long as you keep me."
Harry snaked his hands under her ass, grabbing each cheek in his hands, parting her legs and returned to pounding into her. Feeling her tight walls around him, pulling him in as deep as he could go, of hearing her gasping his name, occasionally moaning master, feeling her breasts pushed against him, of his magic singing a loud balled in his chest, her magic answering loudly, harmonising to the melody, Harry opened the gate he was trying to keep closed and thrust as deep as he could go and spilled his seed deep inside of her as he muttered the enchantment for the binding ritual. In his mind he could picture another river connecting to his pool of golden water, this time the pool was filled with red water that had veins of gold laced within. His magic burst out of him as eldritch runes covered both of their bodies. Which then quickly surged into lines and twisted to form a magic circle around Lily's navel that flashed golden before fading as Harry's magic pulsed inwards towards Lily"s now very full pussy.
Her stomach quickly swelled from Harry's cum and magic filling her up. The different sensations that she felt caused her to cum just as Harry did, her pussy quickly sucking up his cum, and again when the ritual was complete.
The pair collapsed onto the bed, both of them shaken and panting, their clothes strewn carelessly around the room. Lily looked up to see Harry looking at her with an intensity she'd never before seen.
"Fuck, Lily," he whispered. "You are everything."
She smiled and snuggled up closer to him as he slid himself from her, the mixture of their cum leaking out on to the sheets below, he turned and laid next to her as she rested her head on his chest. Flashes of fire erupting from her fingertips as images of her facing off against powerful enemies flashed before her eyes. Of her and Harry standing in the middle of a lake, corpses racing towards them, of Harry and her making love in all different places, of her bowing to him as he sat atop a throne, the shadowed silhouettes of other feminine outlines bowed beside her. She could feel her magic swirl within her, as though it was forming a bridge inside of her. Connecting her to Harry. Even if it turned out that he didn't get stronger from binding her, here in Harry's arms she felt as though she had everything she could ever need.
The pair spent the rest of the day rutting, cuddling, sharing stories and refining Harry's plan.
They spent most of the day naked. When they finally went to bed, Lily had crawled onto the bed, and Harry shuffled up behind her on his knees, his cock easily returning to her sweltering depths. He had fucked her roughly, but she seemed to enjoy it when Harry treated her like something he owned. She came at least twice when he finally came, causing her belly to swell again.
The two fell asleep spooning one another. Harry's cock remained hard throughout the night, and remained inside of the red headed goddess.
The next morning Harry awoke to find that the bed was empty. He took a shower and got dressed in his room as he walked downstairs where he saw Lily reading a book on the sofa. He greeted her with a chaste kiss, stepped into the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal. The Potter house was an open plan house so even as Harry sat down at the table he could still see the front room. But Lily wasn't there anymore, the book now laid on the arm of the sofa.
It was then that he felt the zipper to his trousers open, something delicate and soft reached in and fished out his quickly hardening cock. Lily had shifted so she was kneeling in between his legs under the table and he could see her dazzling eyes peer up at him, waiting for his permission.
He managed to stammer a simple "Yes," and Lily smiled with delight as she went to work. Lily expertly licked and sucked and worked her tongue around Harry's length. Every moan and gasp from Harry only spurred her on. She wanted to pleasure him until he couldn't take anymore.
Eventually, she felt Harry's body tense and knew that he was close. Lily took her time, savouring every second of this moment. Finally, Harry's body spasmed and Lily could feel the back of her throat being sprayed with his cum. When Harry finished, Lily looked up at him and knew that what was between them was much more than just physical pleasure. His magic had bound them together, and she knew that as long as she had Harry, she'd never be alone. She lapped at his cock, trying her best to clean it. Once she was satisfied she placed a gentle kiss against it. Happy and content, Lily pulled herself off the floor and sat on the chair next to him at the table.
"I thought you needed a good luck blowjob before we headed to Gringotts."
Harry chuckled as he tucked himself back into his jeans.
"Thanks Lily, I just hope I don't need the luck," he saw her look a little deflated. He reached over and clasped her hand with his. "But I will always welcome something like that."
"I'll always offer it, master." she purred in response.
Harry chuckled. He finished off his cereal after Lily kissed his cheek and went upstairs to brush her teeth. She didn't want to meet the goblins smelling of semen. Which Harry understood.
Lily had been confused when Harry had told her about James setting a meeting up for Harry and the goblins of Gringotts. He never told her about anything, but regardless of what the meeting was about, she needed to go with him to give permission for Harry to take the test and be emancipated.
It wasn't long before the time came where they stood in the fireplace and floo'd to Diagon Alley, and avoiding as many looks as possible made their way into Gringotts. When they met the teller, Lily cleared her throat, catching the head-teller's attention.
"Yes?" came its growling voice.
"Harry Potter, here for my pre-scheduled meeting with the Potter accounts manager. The meeting was set up by Lord James Potter."
Lily passed through several documents. A few identifying documents, one or two contracts that she had to sign that basically waived away all remaining rights she had as the matriarch of the house if Harry were ever named lord. Then another document was official and named Harry as the heir and lord to the house in the event that he (James) became unable to fulfil the duties as lord. James intended this to be about his death, and not his mind being driven from his body.
The teller swiped the documents, read through them and groaned. He pushed a few buttons and a goblin in a fine suit stepped over to them.
"Killerclaw, take these two to a unit with an examination orb. Mister Potter here wishes to become emancipated. If the examination is successful, call upon Griphook to go through the appropriate paperwork."
The goblin nodded, then looked at the documents, his eyes squinting.
"Has Mr Potter not had his meeting yet?"
Harry shook his head.
"Not yet."
The goblin groaned.
"Come with me."
Harry and Lily looked to each other and followed the rough skinned creature.
The unit had a long desk with one chair on one side and two on the other. Next to the desk was a small metal black cage with golden runes inscribed on the framework, which held a black orb that was about two foot tall.
After being explained how the orb works, of which Harry was trying his best to listen to, but it was hard. Being so close to the orb, he could feel his magic being pulled towards the orb. The heat rising, wanting to escape and pressed everything against the orbs surface.
When the goblin was done talking, he pushed a parchment towards Harry that basically said that if Harry is emancipated, he accepts the responsibility of being an adult in the wizarding world.
Harry signed it, and Lily signed it confirming that she consented to everything.
She gave Harry a reassuring smile as he stood up and placed his palm flat against the orb.
The dark surface immediately became alight with runic symbols that moved and scattered across the orb, changing shape and size as swirling glowing lights appeared under the surface. After a few seconds, Harry felt his chest almost bursting with heat, Lily gasped and moaned as she too felt it. The goblin, Killerclaw gripped the table as the pressure coming from Harry pushed him away. The orb erupted in a brilliant glow of golden light that began to dissipate into the form of a winged creature before bursting into swirling golden light with red and orange lines twisting around strands of gold. The magic kept expanding under the surface until a few cracks appeared across the surface of the orb.
Killerclaw was able to get close enough to Harry to pull his hand away from the orb.
"Let go of the lacrima!" he cried. "Any longer and you'll break it."
Harry felt his magic cool down, he looked back to the orb to see the swirling lights now dissipate now he was no longer touching it. He turned to Lily to ask her if she saw it too, but her face was red, she was breathing heavily and her legs were crossed. She had dressed in white blouse and black skirt with traditional robes over the top, but Harry could see that she was desperately holding back an orgasm. He'd quickly learned that expression over the last day.
Harry cleared his throat and turned to the goblin who was signing multiple parchment and stepped over to him.
"Here," he smacked the parchment into his empty arms. "Congratulations. You're officially an adult, but before we discuss your taking over the lordship, you must first speak with Griphook regarding the meeting set up with Lord James Potter."
The two watched as the goblin disappeared. Harry's eyes were glued to the cracked lacrima. When he touched it, more memories flashed before his eyes. It was only a flash. He, Ron, and Hermione were running through the Ministry of Magic, something glinting in his hand as they were chased by aurors through a tonally darker Ministry.
"Well, that was weird." Harry said, breaking the silence.
Lily grabbed Harry's arm.
"Get. Your wand. Ready." She grunted, her nails digging into his arm.
Without questioning it he flicked his wrist, his wand jumped up into his hand.
And he found himself paralysed at the sight as Lily wrapped an arm around his and grabbed her breast with her other hand, and forcefully pinched her nipple as she came, hard, on the chair in the office. Her legs wide, her juices racing down her leg as she forcefully bit her lip.
"Ffffucccckkkkk!" she grunted after she gained control of her body.
She limply let go of Harry's arm as he waved his wand and banished away her juices.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She looked up at him with a brightly flushed face.
"Your magic… it just… it was too much." She gasped. "I… couldn't control myself."
The two had enough time to compose themselves and discuss once more what James could have intended with the meeting.
Not too long later, Griphook, a portly goblin, came into the room. His nose instantly creasing as he sniffed the air hard.
"What is th—" he stopped talking when he saw the lacrima. "Ah. So he wasn't exaggerating when he said you cracked the orb." He gave Harry a hard stare as he sat behind the desk. "You'll have to pay for that."
"Take it from the Evans Trust vault," Lily offered.
Griphook nodded and made a note.
"Of course." He then looked to the two of them. "I understand it that you two do not know as to why you are here?"
They shook their heads.
He groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Right." He clicked his fingers, a few draws in a cabinet next to him opened. He reached in and pulled out a document, along with a box. "Here," he said holding up the parchment. "Is the very last legal document we received from Lord James Potter before he was declared legally unable to fulfil his duties as lord."
Lily gasped and held Harry's hand. He gave her a reassuring squeeze. Griphook didn"t even offer the pair a courtesy glance as he began reading the paper, not caring about the emotional state of the Potters. He had a job to do.
"I, James Potter, being of sound mind and reason, do hereby consent to this document, where henceforth shall be known as my last will and testament to my titles, holdings, and belongings."
"We've read this," Lily stated.
Griphook just glared at her.
"Yes. I was merely repeating for the sake of time. But, I see that you would like to get to the section that is relevant to today's meeting."
They nodded.
"Very well." He then put the document down and picked up a different one. "This, is the Will of Inheritance. What you have already been presented with is one form of this document, wherein Mr Harry Potter was named heir to House Potter. This documents all elements of the inheritance. I, James Potter, do hereby declare my eldest son Harry James Potter to be heir to the title of Lord Potter of house Potter. He will be entitled to the ownership of the Potter Manor known as Springrise, and all other holdings, belongings, and funds of the Potter estate. He will be entitled to wearing the Potter ring and all inheritance objects passed through the Potter family. These rewards may be presented to Harry James Potter after a time in which he has reached his seventeenth birthday, is magically recognised as an of-age wizard, or until he is given consent into emancipation and can accept the title of Lord Potter. After his acceptance of the title, he will be obligated to fulfil the mandatory role as Lord. He will need to have entered into a betrothal before the end of his sixteenth birthday. Married before the end of his eighteenth. And have conceived an heir before his twenty-fifth birthday. These words have been written under no duress, and of my own free will, so mote it be." Griphook then placed the box in front of Harry.
It was a dark red velvet box, no bigger than four inches in diameter with a gold lining.
Harry looked at the box then to Griphook.
"By opening the box and accepting what is inside, you will have accepted the title of Lord Potter, and will have inherited all that comes with the title." He then looked to Lily. "Due to the emancipation, if he accepts the title, you will lose any rights and powers you possessed as the widow to the late Lord Potter, and as his legal guardian, as Mr Potter will have the right to act of his own will."
Lily nodded her head. She'd never try to go over Harry's head anyway.
Harry reached forward and clicked open the velvet box, inside was a black ring with a flat section that was lined with gold and had the Potter family emblem on it. Two stag horns crossing one another over a grecian urn.
"This is your emblem of power. Alongside it, you will find yourself having access to the magics that any Lord Potter had embedded into the ring. Which we do not have a list of." He then pushed a few documents over to Harry. "Here is a copy of your estate. Here," he pushed over a long box. "are all the keys to your properties. I will give you a moment to take it in. I will go get the key to the Potter vault so you may access your wares for yourself."
As the goblin closed the door, Harry plucked the ring from the box and slid it onto his finger. He felt a surge of magic pulse through him as a mix of voices pounded against his skull. His power pulsed outwards in a heat. He could just barely make out an audible gasp as he tried to put the voices into a box to be opened later in his mind. As he opened his eyes, he saw Lily leaping from her chair, wrap her arms around Harry's neck and kissed him hard, her tongue immediately searching for his. He met her in kind, his hands roaming her curves under the robe.
"So," Harry started, "I'm officially an adult." he smiled.
She smiled back at him.
"Looks like you are. My Lord."
When they finally left Gringotts, the sun had already set behind the many buildings of Diagon Alley, Harry stood tall as a slick black ring with gold detailing now sat on his right pinky finger.
"So," Lily stated. "What would you like to do first, Lord Potter." she teased.
Harry thought about it--he now had complete control over the Potter accounts, something that Lily didn't have before and now, in his left hand, held the keys to Springrise--the Potter family home, and pocketed them. Now wasn't the time to check the estate out.
"Let's go to our home, first," he said, as he subtly wrapped his arm around her waist, his hand resting suspiciously close to her plump behind. "I've got a hankering for a red headed witch that's been teasing me all day with this," he squeezed her ass, "delicious ass."
He let his magic flare, the witch's legs buckled slightly under her, the only thing keeping her upright was Harry's grip on her sides.
Somehow in a short space of time, the lust that she had for Harry had blossomed into an all out subservient love for him. She felt a giddiness, a fulfilment when he made claims on her, told her of how much he wanted her. She'd felt lonely the last few years, and now Harry was filling that loneliness. That void within her in spades, and it caused her to feel alive again. She would do anything for Harry.
"T-then we better get home," she managed to get out. "I've been feeling hungry all day."
A second later they CRACK'd out of sight in Diagon Alley and reappeared inside of their living room in the Potter house.
As soon as their feet landed on the carpet of the living room, Harry grabbed Lily's robes with one hand and ripped her robe from her body, and parted her blouse, buttons pinging everywhere as he latched his lips onto her collar bone. Lily threaded her fingers through his hair as his hands frantically unbuckled his belt to his trousers and then her skirt once that was free. He lifted his face, gave her a hungry kiss as he then spun her around leaning her against the sofa. Lily used her arms to push against the back of the sofa for balance as she felt Harry slide her soiled panties down her slender legs and swiftly slide himself to his base into her burning wet depths.
There was a sharp intake of breath from the witch as she was now filled, memory of the magical lacrima flash back into her mind and the hot flush came back.
Harry gripped her hips before pushing her back down as he buried himself in her. Sweat prickled over his forehead and soon they were both audibly panting, Harry's pace increasing as he pumped into her. Lily let herself moan, louder and louder as Harry's magical field began to envelop her, her own magic rushing to her lover's call.
Harry lifted out until the tip of his cock remained in the witch, then drove deeper and deeper, dragging moans and gasps from Lily as she rocked against the sofa. The pace continued rapidly until Harry hit her sweet spot, Lily came instantly with a scream.
Harry's thrusts didn't slow as he pulled her against him, his cock sliding deeper into her, attempting to trigger another powerful orgasm. Images of an orange flame being consumed by a golden light appeared in his mind. Without realising, he had flipped Lily over so that she was sitting down and began plowing into her, his lips latching on to the light pink tips of her beautiful peaks. She moaned out his name as her fingers threaded through his hair.
"Fuck! Fuck! Harder Harry! Fuck me like the whore I am!"
He continued to thrust hard into the beautiful red head, he could feel his peak coming, and she must have sensed it because she wrapped her legs around his hips, driving him deeper within her and started sucking on his earlobe.
"Shoot your seed into me, master, just like you will to all of your other bitches! Impregnate your whore!" she moaned into his ear. "Give me a baby that shares our incestuous eyes!"
Her groaned as his body convulsed as he pumped his seed deep within her, seeing her tummy swell up from his cum caused images of a pregnant Lily to flood his mind, causing his heart to thrum in his chest and his magic to pulse outwards. He felt his cock being milked by Lily's walls as she came again.
"Harry!" she cried as her whole body tensed and shook.
After a few moments, he pulled himself from her pussy and slumped against the other end of the sofa. He felt drained of energy. The first time since defending himself against the giants. He looked over at Lily and gaped as he saw how truly ravaged she looked. Her body was covered in love bites, her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her legs frozen apart as his seed dribbled out from her cunt, staining the light blue sofa cushion underneath her.
Her eyes were closed, a look of bliss on her cumdrunk face. Her body was slightly arched from resting against the sofa. Her lips were parted slightly as her chest heaved up and down, her tits were pushed upwards, demanding to be touched.
Once Lily's body was able to relax, Harry saw her body unstiffen, and she was breathing gently. He had fucked her to sleep. He chuckled to himself as he flipped his wrist, his wand hopping into his hand as he summoned a blanket from the hamper by the television, and leaned against her. The two then napped together.
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It took two full days before Harry and Lily accepted visitors. Harry had sent multiple letters to Sirius explaining that he had told Lily everything and that he was officially emancipated and the Lord of house Potter. He appeared through the fireplace after being invited and immediately sniffed the sex scented air and looked to the two blushing Potters. Both of which were mentally scolding themselves for not thinking of spraying air freshener. They had become so used to the smell that they no longer noticed it.
He looked to Harry then to Lily in shock.
They both prepared themselves for his admonishment when he started laughing.
"Well, at least someone's keeping you satisfied!" he roared to Lily.
"Y-you're not angry, upset, judging?" Lily asked.
Sirius shrugged.
"You're both grown ups. Harry's not really your boy. You look and act nothing like his mum did. As long as your happy, I can't say much about it." he smiled to them both and then lifted a trunk to them. "But I can talk about this."
They all moved towards the kitchen table.
He placed the trunk down on the table and looked to Harry.
"So, now that you've put the pieces on the board, how are you going to put them into play?"
Harry thought about it.
"First things first, I want you to send an envoy to the Redwoods. The rival pack will most likely be constantly coming for them since the last attack. Mum also said that Fenrir Greyback's pack isn't too far from the Blackclaws?" Sirius nodded. "Second, everything this year is going to revolve around Hogwarts. I'll need to prepare Neville for the graveyard if we're unable to stop it. He's this worlds Boy-Who-Lived. I can't, in good conscience, let him duel Tom with a disarming spell." Lily and Sirius looked to eachother then nodded to Harry.
"Perhaps Neville's side is the best place for you this school year," Sirius said.
Harry smiled and turned to Lily.
"Whilst I'm back at school, I want you to run the Potter estate by proxy whilst I'm busy. If we're successful, I'd like a nice home to be able to return to after this is all done." Lily blushed but nodded.
"I'll turn Springrise into a beautiful ancestral home. I'll make sure to run your estate right."
"You can hire Andy to help with running it. She was trained to do exactly that as the eldest daughter before she married Teddy." Sirius offered and Lily's eyes widened.
"Of course! She'd be a brilliant assistant."
Sirius smiled, "it'll be nice to put some of that pureblood training to good use. I know she sometimes feels like she's going crazy with all the pureblood knowledge she's got."
Harry nodded, "so that's settled. I'm happy to attend dealings and contract negotiations in person myself when needed." he then thought for a second, "Sirius, how long can you keep the news of my newfound title from the paper?"
Sirius thought for a second.
"Not long. If it hasn't already been printed, then I'll be able to keep it at bay for maybe a day or two more. It's too big of news to hold back for too long. Sorry Harry."
Harry shook his head.
"It's fine, I just wanted to hold off the betrothal proposals for as long as I could. One of the conditions of being Lord Potter is to be betrothed before the day ends on my sixteenth. So if I live, I'll have to be engaged."
Lily looked at her feet at this and Sirius nodded.
"Well you have us, and Andy to help with any advice and suggestions." he then cleared his throat. "Do you plan on, er, bedding any more pretty witches over the course of the next year?" Sirius asked.
Harry felt his cheeks redden, but his shrugged.
"I... I don't plan to. The two witches I currently have bound to me were not planned. I just felt a very strong connection with them and they were the ones that demanded to be claimed--" Lily started chocking on air at Harry's comment. "sorry Lily." he offered. "But I know that last I spoke with Tonks, she was very keen on the whole idea… but who knows. She might have changed her mind."
"Well, I'd suggest that a few of the rooms at the Potter house be cleaned and made ready for any friends staying with you at Christmas," Sirius gestured to both Lily and Harry. "If you're heading back to Hogwarts, then you best get all of your stuff together. I'd managed to hold Albus off from asking questions by telling him that you would be late returning to school this term due to a junior training course and that I would let him know when you would be back. When he sent a letter to your mother a few weeks ago, she corroborated on this. When are you heading back?"
"Tomorrow," Harry said. "The quicker I'm back, the quicker I can start reintegrating myself and make connections. We need to stop Voldemort from all angles."
Sirius nodded.
"Right, looks like we've all got our tasks," he joked.
The three sat at the table for a few hours longer, talking more about their plans. Eventually Sirius got a call from his apprentice and had to leave. Once Sirius disappeared through the green flames, Harry clicked his fingers and Lily's dress dropped from her shoulders instantly, revealing her beautiful naked body. Harry picked up her and dropped her onto the table and kissed her, his fingers brushing against her sex. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. They were drenched in her nectar. Which, just like the rest of her, smelled of vanilla.
Harry dropped his jeans and slid inside. The two fucked on the kitchen table until Lily meekly asked to move somewhere more comfortable as the table felt hard on her bare bottom. The pair then moved upstairs where Lily pushed Harry onto the bed and mounted him, gyrating her hips until Harry grunted and came inside of her. Her tummy quickly bloating with magic causing her to look pregnant once again.
Then they took a shower together, in which Lily bent down to grab a non-existent bar of soap, Harry slid inside again and the two rutted until Lily begged Harry, repeatedly, to fill her up. To get her pregnant. To be deeper. When he came he accidentally chanted something in parseltongue, something he didn't even recognise, but when he finally erupted inside of her, purple magic burst outwards, flashed golden then surged inwards towards Lily's tummy where the runic circle from the binding ceremony secretly hid pulsed a few times before fading from view once again.
Lily collapsed and Harry held her and took her to bed.
The next morning Harry had woken early, he and Lily just cuddled naked for a few hours, just talking to one another. Eventually he got up, got dressed, checked his trunk and waited by the fireplace with Lily anxiously sitting on the sofa. Eventually the floo erupted a green colour and a burnt parchment sputtered out. It was a temporary password into the fireplace in Dumbledore's office.
Harry turned to say goodbye to Lily who had already jumped from the sofa and grabbed his face, pulling him into a passionate kiss of swapping saliva. When they parted, he stared into her sparkling green eyes and smiled.
"I'll try and see you soon. If I can't, I'll see you at Christmas."
She smiled and held his cheek, "I'll see you soon, Master. Go kick some ass."
He smiled at her comment, gripped his trunk and stepped through the flames as he muttered the password and felt his body slipping through flames as he returned to Hogwarts once more.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
As he plopped down at the table he could feel the wandering eyes of everyone in the hall peer over at him. He didn't even need to use his senses to know that. This was one part of his life he thought was over. Before he had Hermione to back him up, or Ron to start arguments with those that would stare at Harry. Even in this world, Harry's relationship with Draco was basically non-existent--Harry in this world barely popped up on Draco's radar.
Here, Harry's only friend was Neville Longbottom. Who still hadn't returned to Hogwarts yet.
Here Harry was alone.
He looked down the table to see Hermione, hair covering her face as she read a book at the table. She looked different in this world. Just like all witches and wizards, she had received the blessing of the Faerie Law. She was still a slender woman, with bushy brown hair. She had a slight face and curves that pressed against her uniform. Her breasts were roughly handfuls, and her gaze, unlike his own Hermione, seemed calculating. No warmth there. His gaze turned to Ron, Seamus, and Dean— they all looked the same, just slightly more muscular— who were glancing over at him, whispering. But so was everyone else, so Harry didn't give it too much thought.
He ate as many sausages and scrambled eggs as he could fit on a plate and ate them. He needed the protein, and he needed to fill up if he planned on going for his morning run afterwards. As he was eating the sixth sausage, the screech of the morning owl post caught the attention of everyone. Willis dropped three letters and the day's copy of the Daily Oracle in front of Harry. He brushed the back of the owls head and fed it a sausage.
"Are you waiting for replies?" he asked the owl. Willis hooted and bowed his head slightly. "Okay, give me a moment."
He opened up the letter on the top of the pile.
He recognised the scruffy scrawl of Sirius Black.
Dear Lord Potter,
I hope that your return to Hogwarts has been seamless--if any of those punters stare too hard, just give 'em the ol' petrificus totalus, that'll stop 'em!
I hear it's not long before the other schools arrive at Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament. The age line will still be drawn, but because of your recent emancipation you will be eligible to enter the tournament. Do with that what you will.
I've heard word that the Redwood Pack have been pushing the Blackclaws out of the wood—we've even managed to correspond and have teamed up to start capturing Fenris and his kin. Hopefully we're able to round them all up before Riddle's henchmen are able to convert them. Samantha seems like a really nice girl. She basically vibrated with happiness when I told her you'd told me about her.
I've been looking into that list you gave me, and I think I've been able to find those boots you wanted. I'm still not sure what they do, but I'll get them acquired for you.
Yours sincerely,
Lord Sirius Black
P.S, it seems that although we have tried to keep the knowledge of you taking the lordship, it'll be hitting the press any day.
Harry chuckled to himself as he wrote his response.
He folded the parchment, melted some wax and used his ring to seal it closed. He passed it to Willis and the owl snatched it from his grip, giving him a look of hurry up, I don't have time for this.
He then picked up the second letter. As he opened the parchment a familiar vanilla smell wafted upwards.
Lily he thought with a smile.
My Dearest Lord Potter,
I cannot express into words how pleased I was to hear of your safe return to Hogwarts. Similarly, I cannot write how saddened I was after you left our little home yesterday. Spending this time with you has reignited a fire in my life that I want to put towards something helpful.
Speaking of fire, since our moment of bonding the other night, I have noticed moments of sparking energy. Similar to how you described--I feel that the intimate ritual we participated in has somehow given that missing spark my magic needed to ignite this newfound power.
I miss you greatly, and cannot wait until I am in your arms once more.
Forever yours,
Your Lily
As his memories of his night with Lily surged to the forefront of his mind, he had to try and calm himself as his chest began heating up. He quickly scrawled his response. He tried keeping his comments and compliments as tasteful as possible, but wanted to convey how he also missed her.
He sealed the letter with the ring on his pinkie and passed the letter to Willis, who again snatched the note.
The last letter was written in writing that Harry did not recognise, but it was written in a neat cursive handwriting. Each word looked carefully scribed.
Dear Lord H. Potter,
I do hope that this letter finds you in good health, and that you do not find yourself enraged by my use of your prefix--as the wife of a fellow lord, it has enabled me access to information such as the arrival of a new eligible bachelor in our society.
I dare say, I am glad to be the one to first say, "welcome".
You may be questioning as to why I am writing, or perhaps you were expecting this first endeavour into an open correspondence. I gathered from our first conversation that you are a wizard of great discretion and power.
I hope that I do not come across as being too bold as to assume that you would not decline an invitation to the Malfoy residence for cake and a pleasant conversation? As Lord Potter, Earl of Cantwara, you may exit the Hogwarts grounds to attend to your duties. Consider this invitation as part of your lordly duties. Establishing a social relationship with House Malfoy.
Please respond when you would be available. I do hope you do not disappoint by declining this invitation.
Yours faithfully,
Lady N. Malfoy, Countess of Jorvik.
Harry held the letter in his hands, trying to process what he had just read. He was surprised that Narcissa was reaching out to him, especially considering their last meeting had been somewhat taboo.
He knew that it would be his duty to accept her invitation; not only did it offer a chance for them to build a positive relationship, but it was also good form to accept an invitation from a fellow noble house.
With this in mind, he wrote his response:
My Lady N. Malfoy, Countess of Jorvik,
I am both surprised and glad to hear from you. I would be honoured and delighted to accept your gracious invitation. I will be available in the evening of October 29th.
I look forward to enjoying your hospitality.
Yours faithfully,
Lord H. Potter, Earl of Cantwara.
After sealing his reply he gave the final letter to the owl who allowed Harry to scratch the back of his head before he spread his wings and took his leave from the Great Hall.
Harry looked around the Great Hall and still couldn't believe how different it was compared to his own. This wizarding world had a far higher population of magicfolk than his own, had its own rules, far stronger magical presence, and definitely offered more to the growing wizard.
Harry couldn't help but smile to himself as he looked down at his copy of the Daily Oracle. On the front cover was a flashing photograph of a lean boy with bright blonde hair, a brazen smile, holding a trophy:
BOY-WHO-LIVED WINS DUELLING TOURNAMENT! BREAKING THE RECORD OF THREE TIME WINNER SCOTT BOULDEST!
Harry read the rest of the rest of the article. His best friend in this world had been entered into a 11-14 years duelling tournament in Italy and had managed to win by a dramatic margin. Seeing the big smile on Neville's face caused Harry to feel proud of the blonde boy. In his world, Neville only began to step into who he truly was as he got older. Here, Neville had spent most of his life training with great duellist, and tutors--his grandmother would not allow her precious boy to be ridiculed. He was a famous warrior and she pushed him to be the best that he could be.
He was about to open the paper when he heard shouting coming from the opening to the Great Hall, he turned and saw Lavender Brown screaming at Daphne Greengrass. The blonde haired girl was stepping closer to the white-haired Ice Queen of Slytherin, her fists balled and her face red.
"She didn't even apologise for the way she acted! You want to stand there and defend her Greengrass?" Harry quickly gazed around the room and saw Tracey Davis standing sheepishly in a group of other Slytherin girls.
A couple of Gryffindor's stood up to back up their fellow lion.
Shit. This will escalate quickly.
Harry saw the likes of the Weasley twins, Cormac, Ron, Dean, and Seamus all stand up heading to where the altercation was happening. He internally cursed the hormones of teenagers as he saw on the other side of the hall a few more male snakes getting up and joining the foray. Including the white haired Draco Malfoy and his cronies.
Lavender continued to scream at Daphne. The beautiful witch refusing to show any emotion as she allowed Lavender to continue to assault her with insults.
Harry was able to quickly gather that Tracey had been dating Lavender's older brother. Of which Harry quickly mentally noted and put away for later reference. Cloris Brown had taken Tracey on a date in Hogsmeade and one thing lead to another, and Cloris returned to the castle alone with cuts all over his body. He was currently in the infirmary.
"Your friend needs to apologise to Cloris!" Lavender screamed. "She's embarrassed him! Humiliated him!"
Daphne scoffed.
"I understand that you're showing your brother support, but you have to admit that its only right to hear Tracey's side of the story."
But Lavender wasn't having any of it.
"I don't need to hear your filthy lies!"
Just as the two parties were joining the already formed groups for support, Lavender fired a paralysing spell towards Daphne. Luckily the Ice Queen was able to whip her wand in front of her in a circular motion, summoning a blue shield.
The first spell had been cast. Both groups immediately began firing spells at one another. There were too many witches and wizards duelling that they spilled out into the corridor just outside of the Great Hall. Harry's eyes tried their best to track each spell, but the adrenaline of watching the duel, of sensing battle caused his magic to thrum in his veins.
I don't want to get involved! Harry thought as he felt himself rise from where he sat at the Gryffindor table.
As he walked across the hall, he watched each of the Slytherin wizards firing their spells at the Gryffindor's and vice versa.
He knew he needed to put an end to this before it got out of hand. This was not the first time there had been a conflict between the two Houses--The journal Harry kept from this worlds Harry told him that the last time the two houses clashed, every bed in the medical ward was filled with a mix of students from all houses, and Harry didn't want it to escalate into something similar, or worse.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, disarming the nearest Gryffindor student who had his wand pointed at a Slytherin. The student stumbled backward in surprise but quickly regained his stance, now wandless.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Ron's voice called out to him, but he ignored him.
He continued to disengage the different fighters--which was surprisingly easy. But once Harry pushed through the witches and wizards on the other side of the floor, he felt his blood chill. The fighting pulled in the other houses, and there were plenty of witches and wizards crying out in pain. It seemed that no one was holding back.
FUCK!
Then he heard a cry that tugged at his heartstrings. He looked down and saw Luna Lovegood, her blonde hair singed and her wand arm was twisted at an awkward angle. Her eyes met Harry's for a brief moment, and he knew that he couldn't just stand aside and let this fight continue.
Without a second thought, Harry stepped in between the two groups, his wand at the ready.
He felt his inner beast threatening to burst out and join the fray. So he instead channelled his power into his voice as he roared out "Stop!" that echoed through the corridor.
To his surprise, the fighting stopped almost immediately. All the students froze, wands still pointed in various directions, but none of them made any moves. Harry looked around at the students who had stopped duelling, their wands still out, and lowered them when he locked eyes with them.
"What are you thinking, Potter?" Draco sneered, his wand now pointed at Harry.
"We can't just fight amongst ourselves," Harry replied, trying to keep his tone even. "We're all in the same school, trying to learn magic and make the best of our lives as wizards and witches. Fighting amongst ourselves is counterproductive and only leads to pain and suffering."
The blonde Slytherin narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to argue, but Harry was faster.
"And I know we all have our differences, our histories, and our grudges. But that's no excuse for violence. We need to put our differences aside and find a way to work together."
Harry heard murmurs of agreement from both sides, but there was more groans of disagreement. He knew that words alone wouldn't be enough to end the tensions between the houses. He needed to take action.
"I propose a truce," Harry said, holding out his wand to indicate he was unarmed. "No more fighting between the houses. We'll all focus on our studies, work towards achieving our goals, and maybe we'll find that we're not so different after all."
There was a moment of hesitation before one of the Slytherins stepped forward, his wand lowered. Everyone's gaze followed him as he stepped through the crowd, even slipping past Draco.
He was stout, but bulky with muscle. He looked as though he was in his late teens. He had the clear signs of thick facial hair growing on his chin. He had a square face and broad shoulders.
Harry didn't recognise the wizard.
"You propose a truce between our houses?" He asked. Harry nodded. "Fine. Whatever. But we're not lions. Bowing down to whoever has the biggest roar. We snakes listen to action."
"What are you proposing?" Harry asked.
"A duel. You versus me. Duelling chamber, tonight at six."
Harry considered that. In this world it wasn't against school rules to duel in the duelling chamber. Curfew was at seven. And he didn't see any other quick way to solve the issue between the houses. A truce would only be a temporary solution, but it was one he felt was the best course of action, and definitely fed into his plan to get everyone to work together so that Voldemort has less allies in the coming war.
Harry raised his hand and turned to Draco.
"Heir Malfoy, fancy being the Slytherin to bind our agreement?"
Draco's eyes widened for a moment before he puffed out his chest.
"Gladly."
Taking Harry's lead, the other wizard looked to Fred.
"Weasley, you be the Gryffindor."
The two stepped towards the pair.
"I, Gregory Strongjaw, challenge Harry Potter to a formal duel at six. If Potter wins then there will be a truce between the two houses. If Potter loses, then he will owe me three favours. Of which I can ask of anything I want."
Harry paused.
That was a steep wager.
He looked around at the bruised, cut, and crying students around him and he swallowed his resolve.
Fine.
"I, Harry Potter, agree to the terms set forth by Gregory Strongjaw."
Fred and Draco had been forming magical chains around their gripped hands as they each spoke. Once Harry finished speaking the ropes lit up a brilliant gold and the two let go of the others hand, a spiral of golden chains still lighting up their wrists.
"I shall see you tonight, Potter."
With that, the group dispersed. Everyone started tending to their friends wounds. Harry glanced over at Daphne and met her grey eyes. It was only a second, but the pair locked eyes, an unspoken look of acknowledgement between them.
"We will talk later."
Harry leant down and scooped Luna's fragile form in his arms after he saw that no one had moved to help the younger girl. He tried to be delicate with her, but she did wince as he lifted her up off of the ground.
"Sorry, I'll try not to jog you too much."
Tear trails had begun forming down her cheeks.
"Thank you Lord Potter." she whispered.
The pair were in silence as Harry took Luna to the medical ward. He placed her on a bed, told Pomphrey what happened with the two houses duelling and warned her that there may be a few more injured students hobbling in soon. She thanked him and he left to head towards Potions class.
The lesson went by with plenty of tension. Many of the Slytherin's kept glaring towards Harry, who was standing around a table with Hermione, Daphne, Seamus and some other Slytherin's that Harry didn't really know. This world had so many more magicfolk than his did.
As they completed the work that Professor Vincere set for them, he couldn't help but feel that many eyes in the class were looking over at him. He looked over at the instructions to the potion and smiled as he remembered trying to brew this potion the first time round in Snape's class—Merlin's beard was he happy that Snape wasn't a professor in this world. He didn't really know much about what happened to the hook nosed potions master in this world, but he was glad that he wasn't teaching.
He decided to ignore the looks of the other students on him as he instinctively crushed the sopophorous bean with the side of his silver knife.
"What are you doing?" he heard Hermione ask.
Harry shook his head, "I don't know, I thought that the duel would've been a great way to create a truce but--"
She gave him an odd look as she interrupted him, "No. Not that. That." she said pointing to him crushing another bean with his knife.
He looked down and shrugged.
"Crushing the sopophorous bean extracts the juices quicker and means there's more of it. Don't try and cut. You'll be there for hours." He suggested. He noted that as he finished saying it, all those on his table started crushing their beans and little smiles of triumph spread across their faces. All except for Daphne, who was glancing towards Harry with her usual stoic mask.
Professor Vincere gave Harry and his table an odd look when he noticed them all crushing their beans, but smiled and shrugged as he tried to help Ron and Seamus with the speed that they were stirring their cauldron--whips of dark smoke had been licking at the surface of the murky brown potion.
Harry flicked his wrist under the table, his wand popping into his grip as he then rotated it above the potion as he muttered the incantation. The potion pulsed purple. When the light dissipated a silver liquid was all that remained in the cauldron.
The others on Harry's table followed quickly afterwards.
Professor Vincere checked each of the potions on their table, and when he was satisfied they were all dismissed early, which he joked under his breath gave him time to help the other students.
Once out of the classroom, the Slytherin's all sauntered away, Hermione headed towards the library only glancing over her shoulder to glance at Harry with a look that seemed to be studying him before disappearing. He was about to head towards the Astronomy Tower to clear his head when his danger sense triggered. He whipped around to see the silver haired witch he'd hidden in a cave with.
He couldn't help but smile at her stoic expression. In the cave he'd seen her open up and look more vulnerable. She'd almost quite literally bared herself to him, and here she was, dressed in her school uniform that was just tight enough that her robe was able to cover up how it made her look.
"Morning," Harry said.
Daphne continued to stare at Harry.
"Do you have time to talk, Lord Potter?" she asked.
Harry nodded his head.
"Of course, we have time before the next lesson."
The two walked through the corridor, keeping enough distance away from each other that it didn't look like they were walking together. They quickly found an empty classroom and stepped inside. So there they stood. Daphne stepped over towards the tall windows that walled one side of the classroom, looking down at the quad. Harry stepped into the room and, for the first time, activated his magic sense skill. He could literally see a light blue aura radiating off of her form. It spread out from her body in misty whips.
He quickly dismissed the skill and stepped further into the room, he stood next to her and cleared his throat.
"I've been meaning to thank you for sticking by me in that cave. I think I would have gone insane if I did that by myself," Harry said. "You helped… keep me sane... I'm truly grateful."
The ghost of a smirk could be seen on her face as she continued to look down at a few seventh years playing gobstones down below.
She shrugged, "I'm just glad that those days we spent trying not to get killed by giants was worth it, my Lord."
He chuckled, "yeah, only happened a few days ago. I didn't realise that as lord of my house that I got access to so much more resources."
Daphne nodded.
"You're in charge of your house, so that makes sense," she said, then added. "Did you find out about your magic?"
Harry nodded.
"I took the emancipation examination, and after a few extra tests, we discovered that I am technically classified as a pyro magus. It's a gift that I've gotten from my mother's side. Although she's muggleborn, she does come from old magic. We're not sure which family, but she"s from a fire mage bloodline. When my magic matured, it must have been the spark the dormant magic needed to come to the front." he then chuckled. "You and me. Two mages in the same classroom. Two of the few mages currently alive in wizarding Britain."
Daphne nodded.
"Potter, my family's power its--" Harry could see that she looked uncomfortable.
"It's okay Daphne, I've only told Sirius, but only because I wanted to learn more about it. But I promise not to tell anyone else. I can vow it if you like?"
"I'll take your word for it."
She then nodded as she returned her gaze to the view outside her window.
"So, what are you going to do about that duel?"
Harry sighed, "I really don't know what I was thinking,"
Daphne chuckled for the first time and turned to him.
"Were you planning on killing him?"
Harry sputtered, "No, I wasn't going to kill him. How strong of a duellist is he?"
Daphne pondered that, "he's a pretty good. He does tournaments, but that's as much as I know."
Harry nodded.
"I may need to practice before duelling him later. I'm out of practice fighting against a wizard that I'm not trying to stop killing me."
Daphne eyed him warily at the comment then hummed.
"I'll practice with you."
Harry smiled, "would you?"
She nodded, "the least I could do."
Harry cast a tempus, they didn't have time before their next lesson. They agreed to meet on the third floor corridor. Daphne wasn't sure why, but agreed. Harry looked forward to practice together.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The students crowded around the duelling stage. Harry and Gregory stood opposite each other, wands in their hands. Susan Bones was voted as referee and stood in the centre of the stage.
"Evening all houses, we're here to watch a duel between Harry Potter of Gryffindor House and Gregory Strongjaw of Slytherin House. If Potter wins then there will be a truce between the two warring houses. If Strongjaw wins, then Potter owes Gregory three favours of his choosing. The stakes are high. No unforgivable curses, you are limited to one magical item, no stepping outside of the duelling area, the duel ends when one of the opposing wizards is knocked out of the area, falls unconscious, or forfeits." She announced. "Are the terms acceptable?"
Harry nodded.
Gregory nodded.
"Then, wizards, bow to your opponent." they bowed. "turn, and take ten paces. On ten, turn and fire your first spell. Then the duel will begin."
The two turned and started their pacing.
Harry looked around the hall, there were at least a two hundred students in the hall. Making up at least the entire cohort of fourth years and at least half of the fifth years. This world really did have higher magical population.
One.
He could see Hermione, Daphne, Ron and the other Gryffindor's in the crowd.
Two.
Fred and George were taking bets.
Three.
The Slytherin's all had wicked grins or sneers on their faces.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Training with Daphne had helped him gauge how far to bring his magic down. Turns out, he didn't have to bring his magic used through his wand down too much.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Harry whipped around, a jet of red quickly zipping towards him, danger sense activated, Harry swerved his head to the side.
Gregory is fast, Harry thought as he started firing stunners towards the bulkier wizard.
Harry kept dodging and moving, Gregory's spells were getting too close for comfort. He had to do something else.
He spun his wand in a circle and silently cast "Protego!" A bright blue force-field surrounded Harry and protected him from Gregory's jet of red. The jet impacted the force-field and dissipated harmlessly around the edges.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he had managed to stay safe this time. He was starting to get the hang of using his magical skills in combat situations.
He knew he needed something else to give himself an edge in combat and he knew just what skill he was looking for. Focusing on his mental list of skills, he quickly found the one he was looking for: Physical Enhancement. This skill allowed him to increase his physical strength and speed as well as his healing factor and resistance to magical attacks. A skill he had learned when he was with the Redwoods, and had gotten stronger since bonding with Samantha.
He concentrated on it, and suddenly felt a surge of energy rush through his body, making him feel faster and stronger than ever before. His muscles bulged slightly from the strain, but he could already see the results of his new power. He moved quickly out of Gregory's range, dodging spells with ease and launching powerful counter spells that hit their target with pinpoint accuracy.
Harry was amazed at how much easier it was to fight now; suddenly all of Gregory's spells were nothing more than a nuisance compared to how fast Harry could move and how powerful his counter spells were. He felt like he had an edge in combat now which made him even more determined to win this duel. The two traded spells, lights flashing past the other. Gregory aimed his wand at the stage floor and transfigured some of the boards into oaken tendrils that surged upwards.
Harry felt panic rush through him as the oaken tendrils surged up and started to wrap around his legs, keeping him in place. He struggled to break free, but Gregory's spell was too powerful for him.
He had to think fast. He channelled the heat in his chest and through the tip of his wand, summoning a small fire to burn through the wood and free himself. The flames surged forward with a whoosh, devouring the wood in their wake until they reached Gregory who jumped back in surprise at the sudden attack.
Gregory stumbled backwards as Harry's next spell hit him square in the chest. He quickly regained his balance and retaliated with a barrage of spells, but Harry was too quick for him. Harry deftly dodged each spell and countered with his own, each one hitting its target with deadly precision.
It wasn't long before Gregory started to tire, his spells becoming weaker and slower. Harry seized the opportunity and launched an attack so fierce that Gregory had no chance to defend himself. The last thing Gregory saw before he fell to the ground, unconscious, was Harry's wand pointed straight at him, a look of triumph on his face.
Harry was breathing heavily, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He had never felt so alive, so powerful.
But for now, Harry had to focus on the present. He had won the duel, but he knew there would be more challenges and opponents to face in the future. And with his newfound power, he was more than ready for whatever came his way.
As Harry stood over his defeated opponent, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He always thought of himself as a sub-par wizard, with a knack for learning defence spells and was decent on the broom. But he'd never defeated another wizard like that before. Maybe he had changed. With his new abilities, he felt like he could take on the world.
But as he turned to leave the duelling arena, he caught sight of a figure in the shadows. It was someone he recognized immediately: Draco Malfoy.
"Potter," Malfoy sneered. "You clearly cheated!" The pureblood brandished his wand and fired a spell towards Harry.
Harry didn't respond, but he could feel the energy coursing through his body, urging him to take on this new challenge. He raised his wand and prepared to engage in battle once again.
Malfoy launched a series of curses at Harry, but they zipped past as Harry easily moved out of the way with ease. Harry countered with spells of his own, each one hitting its target with deadly accuracy. This was what he had been waiting for, a chance to prove himself against one of his greatest rivals.
As the battle raged on, Harry could feel his anger rising. He had always hated Malfoy, with his smug attitude and insufferable arrogance back in his own world, and it seemed he was no different here. But now, with his newfound power, he knew he could finally put him in his place.
And so he did. With one final spell, Harry sent Malfoy sprawling to the ground, defeated and humiliated. As he stood over his vanquished foe, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. This was just the beginning of what he could achieve with his incredible powers.
When the surrounding Gryffindor's began cheering, Harry felt the heat cool down, the feeling of a beast inside of him hide back into an unknown den. He had lost his cool for a second there, and was thinking things that… weren't his own. None of the cheering triggered his danger sense. As he turned to leave he saw his best friend in this world.
Neville Longbottom, the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry smiled and hugged his mate.
"That was some duel mate," the wizard laughed.
Neville grabbed Harry's wrist and raised it up, "Potter wins!"
The crowd cheered and applauded Harry as some of the other Slytherin wrapped their arms around Gregory's shoulders and helped him up and lead him towards the infirmary.
Harry smiled and shouted to everyone, "This year at Hogwarts, there will be truce between our houses!"
There was more cheering, but Harry did make note that it was mainly the Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's.
Harry and Neville returned to the Gryffindor common room, took seats in the corner of the wide expanse.
"So, Neville Longbottom, the champ in person!" Harry teased.
Neville smiled, "Yeah, I guess I am." he chuckled to himself.
"What was it like?" Harry asked.
"Italy?" he asked. "Wicked, there's so much old magic from the days where we and the romans teamed up under the guise of being "gods" and I was honestly taken away with how respectful they were. Sore losers. Massively. But all of my sponsors were very happy with how I did in the tournament. Met a few up-and-coming duellists who have some great promise. Just a shame that I won't get a chance to cross wands with them until they enter the next division now that I'm fourteen."
Harry chuckled, "the problems of a great hero and duellist champion!" Harry exclaimed.
Neville joined his friend in the merriment. Neville updated Harry on his time abroad , of meeting world leaders and promoting the newest initiative that Madam Bones was trying to push. Harry told Neville of his time travelling at the end of the summer and being welcomed into the Redwood pack.
"And this, Samantha girl?" Neville asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We got on well," Harry replied nonchalantly.
Before Neville could ask more questions, other students started to mill into the common room, approaching the pair to ask about Neville's adventures and to congratulate Harry on the duel.
Before long Neville had been dragged into a conversation with Oliver Wood and the other house quidditch players. Harry felt overwhelmed by a feeling of isolation. Flashes of being sat in a corner as Neville was pulled from group to group, not knowing his best friend was content to be alone.
It was in this moment that he truly realised his lack of real connections at Hogwarts. At this point in his own world, he really only had Ron and Hermione. In this world, Ron was happy being friends with Dean and Seamus, and Hermione was as secluded as he was. She'd been the first to retreat upstairs. Harry made a mental reminder to try and put an effort into a relationship with Hermione. He wasn't desperate to recreate his bond back on his world, but he also wanted to make an effort to create friendships. Nothing was more worse than fighting a war on your own. He'd felt that way before. He wasn't going to do it again.
He headed up to bed, pulled the curtains closed around his bed as he stripped naked, except for his wand holster. He was just getting comfortable when he heard a knock at his window. He pulled back the curtain and looked over at the where the window pushed out of the wall. There was a black owl. Harry quickly stood, took the letter that was attached to its leg. The owl didn't wait for Harry's reply as it headed off into the night sky.
Harry sat on the side of his bed and opened the letter.
My Lord,
I will await your arrival.
Yours,
Lady Malfoy
Harry smiled to himself as he lowered himself to the bed. His mind flashed with images of his very first encounter in this world. Of losing his virginity to the buxom beauty Narcissa Malfoy. He thought of how tight she felt, of how wet she got when he treated her roughly, of her blush, of her breasts, of her shy smile.
Harry went to sleep with a simmering flame in his chest.