Chapter 3Chapter Text"How much longer will they be up there?" Lavender was impatient. Their transformations hadn't taken this long to complete. Daphne was lounging around calmly. They were in the prefect's bathroom. The bath wasn't drawn, so Lavender was sitting with her legs dangling over the edge of the empty tub while Daphne leaned against a marble wall.
"He's using a magical creature, it probably adds a million complications to the procedure." Daphne had earned an affinity for vibrations from her snake transformation, she could "hear" every single time Lavender bumped her feet against the wall of the bathtub. It was a weird feeling, and Daphne already anticipated it would be painful to be in a hall full of people stomping around. But she also appreciated its uses, and being able to morph into a black mamba also helped temper any regrets.
Lavender on the other hand wasn't too happy with her changes. She'd chosen a fox because she wanted to be a cute fluffy animal, and she knew Harry would scoff at a rabbit. After being asked to narrow it down (how was she to know that there were different types of foxes?) and being shown pictures by Harry, she choose the white one because it was the fluffiest and cutest one. In retrospect that had been a bad idea, she'd almost thrown up when she saw the poor little guy dead inside of a cage. She'd kept her eyes shut throughout the entire ritual, not wanting to see any more.
The caption on the little book Harry had shown her said the fox had really good hearing, so she was anticipating that to be her ability. Oh how wrong she was, her hearing wasn't any better than before, and she still didn't know what she'd gotten from the little critter. All she knew was that the room was almost suffocating in its heat, she didn't know how Daphne wasn't sweating bullets like her. She'd already removed all her clothing except for her Bra and panties, but that didn't help at all.
"It's almost midnight, maybe we should go up there and look for him." Lavender suggested, swooning at the thought of walking through those cold Hogwarts corridors.
Daphne didn't dignify that statement with an answer. And she didn't need to, for in that moment two popping sounds heralded the entrance of Harry and Hermione.
Harry had a smug smirk on his face, happy that everything had worked out as planned. He raised an eyebrow at Lavender's state of dress but set it aside for later. Next to him, standing no more than 3 feet tall, was house elf Hermione. It seemed that the ritual wasn't meant to be used with magical creatures, for she didn't look completely like a house elf. She had the green skin, diminutive stature and the pointy nose and ears; but she wasn't bald, she kept her same bushy hair as in her human for. Her face also looked just a pinch more human than a house elf's.
Harry cleared his throat "Hermy, say hello to your mistresses, Lavender and Daphne"
The house elf-girl hybrid bowed low, "Hermy is here to serve you mistresses, Hermy hopes she will be a good elf!"
"Did you scramble her brain or does she just want to talk like that?" Daphne asked.
Harry sighed "She's stuck like this, permanently." this was an unfortunate turn of events. He had hoped to be in bed and sleeping by midnight, but this threw a wrench in that plan.
Lavender had the ghost of a smile on her face, "So wait, Granger is stuck as a house elf forever?" she threw her head back and burst into laughter.
"What are you going to do about it?" Daphne questioned.
"What we are going to do is simple." Harry said. He'd been churning this in his head before arriving here. "First of all, I'm sending Granger over to her parent's house to erase their memory of her."
"Do you trust her with a memory charm?" Daphne raised an eyebrow. Lavender wasn't even involved in the conversation, she was on the floor laughing, which coupled with the overwhelming heat made her feel a bit light headed.
Harry shrugged, "If she fucks it up it's the same outcome, we just want the parents out of the picture. Now, we need someone to frame for her murder, any suggestions?"
Daphne wracked her brain for anyone in the school she found annoying; the answer was everyone, but no one jumped out at her as needing their life ruined.
Seeing her indecision, Harry turned to Lavender, "How about you Lav-" He stopped when he saw the girl was actually convulsing on the floor, her body drenched in sweat and her skin red.
He kneeled down beside her "Lav, talk to me, what's going on?" he asked her frantically. Lavender struggled to get the words out, everything around her burned and she was pretty sure she was blind. "I-I-I'm b-b-burning u-up" she wheezed out.
It took a second for Harry to make the connection. In her infinite stupidity she'd picked an arctic fox, and now she'd gained its ability to insulate the body from cold. This would be useful if Hogwarts was in the North Pole, but even Scotland in September wasn't cold enough for what the girl needed.
"Daphne, draw a bath! Hermy, fill it with ice cubes!" Harry barked at them. Hermy worked faster than Daphne, she conjured up thousands of ice cubes inside the Jacuzzi tub before Daphne had even moved. The Slytherin, knowing not to be slow when Harry used that tone, rushed to open the taps, letting the water flow into the tub.
Harry pulled out his wand and hit Lavender with multiple cooling charms, waiting for the tub to fill up. "Make it go faster!" he yelled.
"Yes Master Harry sir" Hermy answered, she snapped her fingers and the faucets began blasting jets of water into the tub. Once he saw it was halfway full, Harry threw an unconscious Lavender in.
The tub filled up and Hermy turned the faucets off. "What the hell is going on?" Daphne was harried, the sudden turn of events leaving her slightly disoriented.
"The dumb bitch chose an arctic fox, now she can't survive in a temperature above freezing."
Daphne tried to hold back a chuckle but couldn't. Of course out of the three of them Brown would be the one to get fucked by the ritual.
Lavender's head burst from the surface of the water, splashing droplets of cold water all over the trio. She was breathing heavily and tears were coming down her eyes. "I didn't even want to do the stupid ritual in the first place!" She began weeping in earnest. Her life was completely ruined!
Harry had a migraine forming, his nice comfy bed was looking ever so distant now. He made the executive decision to delegate.
"Daphne, I trust you." he addressed the girl seriously.
Daphne narrowed her eyes, wondering what he was getting at. "I'm giving you the job of mocking up Granger's murder."
"WHAT!" Daphne was livid. He was pawning off the hard work on her.
Harry's eyes hardened. He backhanded her across the face "Don't ever question me! You should see this as an opportunity, if you're able to pull this off it means your skills are as good as you think they are, and I can begin trusting you with more advanced work." The unspoken words being that he'd allow her to freelance and gain power for herself in the future, "Unless you want to stay and deal with the little mermaid here."
Daphne shook her head. She had already forgotten the slap, thinking about how Harry had implied he'd allow her more agency.
"Good, now take Granger with you." Harry turned to the elf, who had been silently waiting for his next command. "Hermy, you will do everything mistress Daphne tells you to do, understood?"
Hermy nodded enthusiastically "Yes master Harry sir, Hermy understands!"
"Who do you want me to frame?" Daphne asked him.
"Do whoever you want, except for the obvious."
Daphne nodded curtly. "Follow me elf." she spat coldly at Hermy. She turned and walked out of the prefect's bathroom with the little elf bouncing behind her.
Inside, Daphne was jumping with excitement. Whoever she wanted? That gave her so many options. While she couldn't think of any student she hated more than the other, she could still pick one.
"Mistress should be watchful of prefects." Hermy suggested.
Daphne kicked Hermy's legs out from under her, causing the little elf to fall hard on her face. Hermy groaned while picking herself up "You will only speak when spoken to, understood elf?"
Hermy nodded weakly.
With the little bint out of the way, Daphne picked up her train of thought. She really hoped they didn't bump into any prefects, because then that person would be the frame by default, and that was no fun. Unless she bumped into that Hufflepuff prefect Diggory, his insipid niceness and general good mood made her want to slit his throat, he was the personification of everything Hufflepuff. Then again there was Hannah Abbot, her red face annoyed Daphne to no end. Or maybe Padma Patil? The Ravenclaw had bumped into her once and apologized profusely, Daphne hated people weak enough to apologize.
Maybe Bullstrode and her revolting odors? Zabini and his tendency to underblink? That first year that sneezed in the corridor?
She thought about Filch but discarded him immediately. He'd been bringing misery to these useless twits for decades. He provided an invaluable service that she would be remiss to interrupt. That also took her head of house out of consideration (besides, she suspected Potter wanted to deal with Snape himself).
It was when her mind shifted to Gryffindors that she hit on the perfect victim. The one person who's suffering would bring the most laughter, the one student who stood out among all the others as deserving to be miserable. She just hoped she'd be able to schedule regular Azkaban visits, just to bask in their broken form.
"Elf, take me to Gryffindor tower, 4th year boys dorm."
"Yes mistress."
...
Meanwhile, Harry had a crying girl to deal with. He was very distressed himself, he should have vetoed the arctic fox, and he should have known what would happen to her. Harry might treat them like trash most of the time, but he genuinely cared for his girls (except for Granger). He might abuse Lavender, but he also loved her, it was impossible not to after being with someone for four years. He had no idea how to fix this, it was clear cooling charms wouldn't do the trick.
Harry sat down on the edge of the tub, he dipped his finger in the water and pulled it back when he felt just how icy the water was. "Lavender, come over here."
Even in her distressed state, Lavender still responded to his commands, and she waded over to meet him at the edge. Her tears had mingled with the water, but Harry could still tell which was which. "Baby I… I'm finished, I can't even be out there for a few minutes without getting a heatstroke."
Harry stroked her face softly, his skin prickling at how cold it was. He didn't want to admit it, but his heart was breaking, the helplessness he felt for not being able to help only added to that. For the first time he realized that the bond hadn't been a one way thing. He began to desperately think up spells that could fix this, scenarios in which they could still interact normally, but nothing came up. That is, until something in the back of his head told him to take them somewhere cold, like the North Pole. His brow furrowed for a second, wondering where the hell that thought had come from, until he realized it was his instinct. He hadn't needed to use his Incubi instincts in years, but they were always there, and right now, he would listen.
"Take my hand." Harry said firmly. "But-" Lavender protested.
"Trust me"
"But Harry, if I get out-"
Harry waved his hands "Lavender, I said trust me."
The girl looked into his eyes and knew she had to. She would trust Harry with her life, he might treat her roughly every once in a while, but he still had her best interest in mind. So she grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull her out of the water.
Harry waved his wand between them and they were both divested of all their clothing, except for his socks. He noted that even though cold was now the default setting for Lavender's body, her nipples were still painfully erect.
"What are we going to do?" Lavender didn't think she could have sex, all that heat would no doubt be terrible for her. But if that's what Harry wanted…
"Just let me do one more thing." He waved his wand over himself, using the strongest warming charm he could muster. Taking a deep breath, Harry popped them both away.
Lavender felt the familiar sensation of house elf apparition, and suddenly her body felt perfect, even better than in the ice bath. She gasped in awe at where he had taken her.
It was daytime in the arctic, there weren't any ice storms sweeping through, so she could see the landscape perfectly clear for miles on end, just frozen tundra stretched out endlessly. The sun was very low, it was only slightly lighter than twilight. For the first time since the ritual, Lavender felt truly comfortable.
"Harry, I didn't know you could apparate so far." she turned to her boyfriend, who was trying to cope with the temperature. A warming charm could only do so much, he was shivering slightly, but at least he wasn't freezing like a naked man in the tundra should be. "I'm a very powerful man, Lav."
Lavender rushed to him and hugged him close to her, her pointed nipples feeling exquisite against his hard chest. Here, their joined heat felt comforting instead of suffocating. But Lavender knew this was only a patch "Harry, this is the only place in the world I can feel comfortable in, and it's full of nothing, how are we going to make this work?" Her tears returned, though this time just a few droplets. Harry wiped one of them, "For now love, let's just think about us, in this moment."
He kissed her tenderly, much more tenderly than he ever had before. The extreme contrast in temperatures making it that much more sensual. Lavender opened her mouth to allow him access to her tongue. Their tongues mingled and Harry's hands lowered to grab her ass and push her body up against his, letting the heat between their legs come together. Lavender moaned into his mouth when she felt his penis rub up against her pussy.
Harry could tell the warming charm was wearing off, but he didn't rush things. They stayed like that for a while longer, their bodies pushed up together while they explored each other's mouth slowly. Harry pushed her down onto the snow, never breaking the kiss as he laid her down on her back.
Lavender brought her hand down to grab his penis, her ice cold fingers sending a shock down his rod. Her entire body was like that, a cold slate that made the hairs on Harry's body stand on end. It was that mixed with the contrasting heat of her mouth and sex that made this an incredible experience.
Lavender pumped him only a few times before she guided his tip into her sopping wet cunt. Harry took it from there and gave a powerful thrust into her heat.
"Ooooh!" Lavender moaned. Her dirty blonde hair fanned out to make for a beautiful picture against the white snow. Harry began stroking in and out of her, his mouth moving down to capture one of her painfully hard nipples. Lavender's hips pushed back against his. She gripped her other breast, tweaking and twisting the flesh as Harry's organ made her feel wonderful.
The snow was wet and slippery under them, they were sliding with each thrust. Harry began speeding up their rutting, to increase pleasure but also to stave off the deathly cold that was now attacking him in earnest. He thought to stop for a moment and use another warming charm, but something told him it had to be like this, with the two of them divested of clothing and magic, just two more animals rutting in the hard tundra.
Lavender gripped Harry's face as she felt her orgasm coming. They looked into each other's eyes. She never realized how much better his green eyes looked without glasses. Harry's body was starting to feel numb, even with the activity he was putting it through. Knowing he didn't have much time, he gave one more powerful thrust that brought them both to orgasm.
His seed shot into her, mingling with her own secretions, just like it had a million times before. But this time, something different happened. When Harry shot his cum into her womb, Lavender began emitting a white glow, a glow that blinded the exhausted and freezing Harry.
Knowing that he couldn't stand any more of the cold, Harry popped them back to the castle, to the Gryffindor common room.
Apparating such long distances took a lot more out of him than he realized. He rolled off Lavender onto the wooden floor of the common room and closed his eyes to rest. Allowing whatever was going on with Lavender to happen. It couldn't be bad, his instincts had clearly led him to do it, and she wasn't yelling in agony or anything.
After a few minutes the glow finally died down.
"What, happened to me?"
Harry turned his head and was shocked at what he saw. Lavender had changed; her skin was now a pale shade of blue, her hair was white as snow and cascaded down to her back in smooth strands. She'd lost a few inches in height, from a first glance she looked just under five feet. Her boobs had gotten even bigger, going from a D cup to a Double E that looked even more incredible in her smaller frame.
Harry stood up "You've become an ice nymph."
"A what?" Lavender asked. She was inspecting herself, very pleased with what she saw. And best of all, she could handle the warmth again!
"An ice nymph, one of the many sexual elementals that Incubi command." Harry was licking his lips. "You have some power over ice, you'll be able to freeze things with a touch and you can withstand extreme temperatures."
Lavender tried it out, touching the floor and trying to will it to freeze. After a few seconds, a sheet of ice began to radiate out from her finger. "This is so cool!"
Harry really wanted to fuck her like this, but he wanted sleep even more. "I don't think you have an off switch though, so this will have to do." he waved his wand over her and placed a glamour so that she would appear to be her old self.
"We'll talk more tomorrow." he gave her a peck on the lips and left for his dorm room. Lavender realized she was naked and hurried up to her bed.
Just before Harry entered his bedroom, Hermy popped up next to him.
"Master Harry, Hermy has taken Mistress Daffy to her room."
"Is it done?"
She nodded happily "It is being done master."
Harry nodded, wanting to get to bed as soon as possible. "You know what you need to do, I gave you three tasks, now leave."
She gave one dutiful nod and popped away. Her three tasks were simple; erase her parent's memories, follow fake Moody around and read every book in the Hogwarts library on magical theory, in that order of importance.
Finally, he would be able to sleep. He opened the door to the dorm and made a beeline to his bed, plopping down on its soft surface and closing his curtains. There was a weird smell coming from somewhere in the room, but he didn't care.
In only a few minutes, he dozed off to sleep.
...
He had to give it to Daphne, she had impressed him.
He'd wanted to punch her in the mouth after he'd been woken up from his much needed sleep by screaming, but after he got some extra rest he had to applaud her for it, it was a brilliant choice. He promised her an extra birthday present for her good work, of course, once she learned what happened to Lavender she wanted only one thing, that he give her the same kind of power.
It was weird how easily everything had settled. For all intents and purposes, a student had been murdered in school just a week ago, but everyone forgot it with ease. Harry had to wonder if Dumbledore had put the school under a spell. Oh, they still spoke of it all the time of course, but it was treated like a piece of gossip, like an action movie they'd just seen, not like the grisly murder they thought it was.
Harry still remembered the look on poor Longbottom's face when he woke up to find Granger's 'corpse' next to him. The innocent little fool, he'd never done anything to hurt anyone, but his weakness and fear made him a preferential candidate for someone as twisted as Daphne.
He caught her eye when they were dragging Neville away to Azkaban, in his pajamas and with blood all over him, with the entire student body shouting abuse and throwing things at him, some of them even slinging curses at him. He observed her when Longbottom's grandmother appeared in the great hall, half-distraught and half-furious, as she slapped her pleading grandson as hard as she could. Poor Neville was shouting his innocence at the top of his lungs until he had no voice left. It must have seemed too ridiculous to be real to him, he must have thought it was just a nightmare, he was sorely mistaken.
Harry watched Daphne through all this, and he knew she was masturbating every step of the way. Her hand was under her skirt, she was hidden behind everyone so she could not be seen, and she was getting off as she watched her work ruin an innocent, harmless kid's life.
That was when Harry realized she was special. She wasn't just a psychopath, she was something more, something that needed to flourish.
So when she'd wanted him to make her into a creature like he'd done with Lavender, he didn't rebuff her. He didn't tell her to shut the fuck up. He did something he should have done a long time ago.
He'd only ever scratched the surface of his incubus heritage, he'd used the sexual powers, followed the instincts when they wanted to guide him, and he'd enjoyed the low hanging fruit. Up until he'd seen the true depths of Daphne's darkness, he'd always planned to just bind a bunch of women to him, take care of Voldemort at some point and then disappear from the wizarding world, away to a hidden castle in a city of clouds. But now he realized that he'd been misusing his gift. An incubus was a powerful demon, a creature of a higher order than muggles or wizards or any creature on this earth. It was his right to rule this entire world, and he would exercise it.
So Harry became obsessed with unlocking his full power. He pulled Granger off Crouch watch (she'd found out fake Moody's identity, how many times a day he communicated with Voldemort and other assorted facts) and had her help him and Daphne study Incubi. Harry had of course read about his bloodline, but he'd been shortsighted, only seeking the small sexual abilities that came with the power. Now they were studying the darkest of matters, seeing how they could fully unleash Harry's power. Daphne was almost as motivated as him, he'd promised her power unimaginable the moment he became whole.
Lavender for her part was enjoying being an ice nymph very much. Her only disappointment was that she hadn't been able to turn the tables on Daphne. She'd wanted to abuse the girl now that she was more powerful than her, but when she realized Harry would be granting Daphne powers whenever he transformed, she knew it was a very bad idea. Still, she worked at her powers, she was now able to make an entire room freeze over in mere seconds. It was incredible, to go from being a below average witch to a powerful elemental.
October 30th almost snuck up on Harry and his girls. They'd been so engrossed in their new interests that they'd forgotten about the tournament. By then they'd already come up with a rough plan: on the night of a full moon, Harry would need to make a virgin sacrifice, with all his women acting as conduits to enhance the powerful magic that would be unleashed. It would need to be in a place rotting with powerful dark magic. There was also some very intricate rune work involved, and Harry hadn't hesitated to visit his mother to get her involved.
Lily had been livid that he hadn't informed her of anything that had happened, but she was more than happy to help, especially at the thought of becoming a demon with her son.
The only other thing Harry needed was something he could easily gain: more women. For the ritual to be effective, he had to have more than just the four he had bound to him as of now. Depending on how fast he could find worthy slaves, he estimated he'd be able to perform the ritual before the school year was out.
At this very moment though, Harry and Lavender were standing outside with the rest of the student body, waiting for the arrival of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang.
The student body awed at the first sight of the magical carriage flying in overhead, led by a dozen Abraxan that Harry just knew the new groundskeeper (whatever his name was) would be forced to care after. The chilly October night was the perfect backdrop for this most magical of scenes.
The Beauxbaton carriage touched down on the courtyard and, after a few seconds, the headmistress stepped out, all eight feet of her.
"Dumbleedore, eet iz wonderful to see you again!" She held her massive palm out and Dumbledore obliged with a kiss to her knuckles.
"Always a pleasure Madame Maxine." Dumbledore really missed Hagrid at a time like this, the big oaf could have kept this Hippo occupied and out of his hair.
"Ladies…" Maxine waved her wand and all the carriage doors opened.
The entire male population of Hogwarts held their breaths when they saw the streams of hot, young French girls exiting the carriages. It resembled a catwalk, as all the teens strutted out gracefully in their blue silk uniforms, hair done up and make up on their face.
"Bloody hell!" of course Weasley would be the one male who couldn't control himself. Harry snorted, even though he was sporting a semi just looking at these girls.
Then she stepped onto the dew-laden grounds of Hogwarts. Almost immediately, every male eye had gone from observing all the girls to watching only her. She was a perfect beauty, everything about her seemed designed to make men drool, from her perfect model proportions, her blonde hair that almost shone in the night, her ruby red lips…
Harry narrowed his eyes, realizing that this girl's beauty was not natural. Sniffing the air, he saw that she was emitting some kind of pheromone that was making the male population look slack-jawed. So she's a Veela. A thin smile reached Harry's face, oh this was perfect.
The girl was clearly used to the attention, and she didn't think too highly of the swooning boys, nor anyone else for that matter. She followed her headmistress into the castle with nose constantly upturned.
The mopey Durmstrang delegation arrived soon afterwards to less fanfare, at least until it was discovered that Viktor Krum was part of the group. There was another "Bloody Hell!" from Weasley and then the students were finally allowed to go back inside where it was warm.
"What are you scheming?" Lavender whispered, though she knew exactly what he was scheming. Harry was glancing over at the Ravenclaw table, where the Beauxbaton students had decided to sit, probably because their robes matched.
"What do you think?" Was his reply as he looked away from the table and returned to his meal.
"So you're thinking about taking her?"
Harry snorted "She was mine the moment she stepped foot here, I'm just sizing up the rest to see who's worth a shot."
"Oh, I wanna play!" Lavender 'subtly' looked over, checking out the girls, "That one has a nice body, but her face is pretty busted, that one has no boobs at all… the one on the left has some dick sucking lips if I've ever seen them."
"Wow Lavender, didn't know you swung that way." Dean commented, having heard the tail end of her musings.
Lavender smiled at him, "Only when Harry wants me to." she held onto her boyfriend's arm and he played his part, rolling his eyes in a way that implied 'Golly gee I sure wish!'.
Dean and Seamus laughed, "You're a lucky bugger Harry, I wish I had a bird who was down for that." Seamus spoke.
"I bet that sexy French bint does all kinds of stuff." Ron spoke, a faraway look in his eyes that disgusted everyone at the table, including said French bint.
"Excuse-moi." the veela girl cleared her throat, a look of revulsion on her face as it was clear the ginger boy had been talking about her. The ginger's eyes widened in shock and fear before glazing over in lust as he stared at her breasts.
"We apologize for him, he's kind of an idiot." Parvati assured the girl in embarrassment. Fleur scoffed and, not wanting to spend any more time here, she turned to Harry.
"Will you be 'aving ze bouillabaisse?" she asked, pointing at the dish as she doubted these British brutes even knew what it was.
She was shocked when she noticed the boy was looking at her with disinterest, as if he wanted her out of there as much as she did. "Sure, help yourself." he said, making no motion to offer her the plate and instead turning to speak with the girl next to him. She grabbed the plate and walked away from the table.
No man ignored her! It wasn't her being vain, her Veela magic was something no man could overcome, no matter how mentally disciplined they were. Only men that had no interest in women were immune to her charms. She glanced behind and saw the boy kissing the giggling girl next to him. So he clearly wasn't gay, this made no sense!
Harry smirked at the veela's retreating back, she would surely mull that over for a long while. He hoped she'd seek him out in private to try to get some answers.
The night continued until Dumbledore revealed the Goblet of Fire and announced that the champions would be selected the following night.
Later that night…
Barty Crouch glanced up at the Goblet, twirling his wand in his mangled fingers. He hated being in this pig's body, there were more parts of him laying around random bogs in England than what actually remained attached. The only disability he enjoyed was the peg leg, because he had been the one to impart it unto Moody. It brought back memories of much better times.
But regardless, he was here to fulfill his master's orders, the reward he would receive for his loyalty would be worth all the months he would be spending as a cripple. And besides, he'd spent years imprisoned in Azkaban and by his father, this was paradise compared to that.
He walked up to the magical artifact with his wand at his side. He pulled a slip of paper from his robe that had the name Harry Potter scrawled on it, taken from one of the boy's assignments. He dropped it into the goblet and watched the flames turn blue. Swiping his wand in a harsh motion he shot a powerful confundus charm at the goblet; its flame flared a sickly green, the fire growing to the point where it looked like it was going to spill out and lick the mantle under the goblet. Just when Crouch thought he might need to shield the mantle, the fire died down and the goblet returned to its normal state.
Satisfied that his work was done, Crouch slinked off back to his quarters.
The moment he left the Great Hall, a disillusioned Albus Dumbledore appeared. He'd arrived here a few minutes before the impostor, leaving his office the moment the portraits told him he had moved.
Dumbledore cast a diagnostic charm on the goblet, and there it was: Harry Potter had been entered as a contestant for a fourth school. Well, that definitely eliminated Pettigrew as the fake Moody, Dumbledore highly doubted the sniveling little man was capable of such a well applied confundus charm. Severus and him had placed a bet at the start of the year on the identity of Voldemort's agent.
Seeing that he wasn't needed and that everything had gone along smoothly, Dumbledore decided to return to his quarters.
When the headmaster disappeared up the stairs to the second floor, Harry and a glazed eyed Cedric Diggory popped out of a broom closet. Diggory had been making his rounds in the fifth floor when he suddenly got the strong urge to head for the great hall. Harry was hiding under his invisibility cloak, the Marauder's map in his hands. He'd been heading to the great hall to write Malfoy in when he'd seen both Crouch and Dumbledore were there. So he knocked Diggory out and left him in the broom closet while he popped over to the hall, were he saw both Crouch and a hidden headmaster tamper with the goblet.
He wasn't surprised that Dumbledore knew about Moody being a fake, he was sure Dumbledore knew everything that went on in his castle other than Harry's escapades (Harry had been smart enough to have his mother create a charm that made the user invisible to portraits, Harry and his girls used it every time they wanted to meet). Dumbledore would get what was coming to him soon, even the most powerful wizard in the world wouldn't stand a chance against a full fledge Incubus.
Harry commanded Diggory to cross the age line and drop Malfoy's name in the goblet. He then had him confound the goblet for the second and third time that day (twice to be sure). When a diagnostic charm proved that his efforts had been successful, Harry called the Hufflepuff back to him.
He cast a memory charm from under his cloak and, his work done, popped away back to his bed, leaving a confused Cedric Diggory wondering how he'd ended up in the Great Hall.
...
"…the Hogwarts champion is… Cedric Diggory!"
The entire hall, save for the Slytherin table, burst into cheers. The Hufflepuffs were the happiest of all, finally one of their own would prove that they weren't useless pushovers. Cedric gave one of his congenial grins and walked confidently to the backroom were the other two champions were waiting.
"Finally, we get our moment in the sun!" A random Hufflepuff spoke proudly. Professor Sprout beamed at her table, finally, Hufflepuff House would prove themselves…
The goblet flared blue once again and the entire hall was silenced.
All three of Dumbledore, Harry and Crouch could have won an Oscar for their perplexed gazes, though all three of them wouldn't need to fake anything once the paper was read.
The goblet spit out its final slip of paper and Albus plucked it out of the air. He turned from fake to genuine shock when he saw what was written.
"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy." He read in a monotone, completely shell-shocked.
"WHAT?!" came from at least a dozen different people, all for different reasons.
"Is this some sort of joke? I demand an explanation!" Malfoy yelled in indignation.
Harry was simply quiet, he should have known Diggory would fuck it up somehow. What a worthless idiot. Still, this didn't change anything, in fact, it made killing Draco that much easier.
"Mister Malfoy, Mister Potter, if you would please head for the back." Dumbledore pointed them over in a voice that brokered no discussion.
The Malfoy brat growled as he stood up and stomped off behind Harry, who was trying his best to look shaken and scared.
Once inside the room, the three champions threw confused looks at the two boys.
"Vat iz it, do they vant us to go back?" Krum asked.
"We've been entered into the tournament." Harry responded calmly. Malfoy growled.
"Is this your doing Potter? Your idea of a joke?"
"Ask yourself this Malfoy, why would I want to team up with you to compete in a dangerous tournament?"
Malfoy raised his chin, "You wanted to take advantage of my superior intellect and skill to drag you to victory, don't think it'll work Potter, when we win, I will receive the credit!"
"You guys are kidding right?" Cedric asked.
"I'm afraid not my dear boy." Ludo Bagman entered cheerfully through the door, followed by a disgruntled headmasters and one nosy journalist.
"This is an outrage Dumbledore, Durmstrang will not stand for this!" Karkaroff yelled.
"I cannot believe we trusted you Dumbleedore, this eez in very bad faith."
Albus put his hands up to appease them and began talking. Harry had to give it to the headmaster, the way he spun it was wonderful. There was some talk about how it had to be a frame up, he reminded the other headmasters that two fourth years competing was more a hazard than an advantage. Fake Moody chipped in with how it was clear someone had it in for Harry (he omitted Malfoy, to the blonde's chagrin) and yadda yadda yadda.
In the end, it was agreed Harry and Malfoy had no choice but to compete as a pair, and it was reasoned that two fourth years that hated each other wouldn't be on equal footing with older students anyways.
Harry was more interested in the person in the room that looked at him the most. He'd caught Fleur glancing at him quite a few times, looking away every time he caught her and blushing. So that was going along well. It was only a matter of time…
Chapter 4Summary:Slightly longer chapter as I couldn't find a natural end point at the 5000 work mark. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter TextThree days later, the school was still in slight chaos over what had happened.
If it had only been Harry or Draco chosen, everyone would have gotten behind the idea that they cheated. But the fact that the goblet spit the two of them out as a team? Clearly, someone had fucked around with the goblet. In the end, people just settled on feeling sorry for the puffs for having their moment stolen, sorry for Harry for having to compete in such a dangerous tournament, and wishing really really hard that Malfoy got himself maimed.
Dumbledore had encouraged the two boys to use this as a chance to overcome their differences and become friends. They both scoffed at the idea, and Harry knew that Dumbledore didn't actually want him to befriend the ferret.
Currently Harry was taking a stroll by himself through the corridors. It was the early evening, he'd just left Lavender in the library with Parvati 'studying', making sure to give her a nice long snog before he left. It had worked too, he could see out of his peripheral vision as Fleur abandoned her group of friends and followed behind him. He was walking through the most deserted stretch of the castle, just waiting for the veela to approach him.
He decided to head to the Astronomy Tower, knowing no one would be up there for a snog this early. He reached the stairs that led to the tower and began climbing. Fleur's footsteps could be clearly heard loudly behind him. It was almost as if she was in a trance, there was no other explanation for her lack of subtlety. He finally reached the balcony and strolled to the edge, acting as if he didn't hear Fleur breathing ten feet behind him.
Scotland actually looked beautiful in the twilight. The sky was red and a thin mist was wafting through the forest. It was cold and humid, it looked a bit depressing but at the same time majestic. He heard a flapping of wings and saw as a tiny finch perch itself next to him.
He felt Fleur getting closer, so he pretended to be interested in the bird, "Hey there little guy, long day?"
The little guy only got one little tweet out before he was snatched up by a delicate pale hand. Harry spun around to witness an ethereally beautiful female bite the head off a helpless little bird.
"What the fuck?!"
Fleur stated back at him with wild eyes. She spit out the head and licked her lips, leaving only a few droplets of blood on the corner of her mouth "Did zat please you, my lord?"
That just confused Harry even more.
Taking his lack of an answer for a denial, Fleur began fidgeting. "I-I know I waz supposed to consume ze entrails of your putain, but she waz in a crowded place and I couldn't…" at his continued silence Fleur began to tremble slightly. She had a once in a lifetime chance and she had screwed it up. She should have just murdered the girl, consequences be dammed.
Harry grasped that she was talking about Lavender, "What are you talking about?" He asked coldly, ready to beat this bitch up for even thinking about murdering his girlfriend.
Knowing that she had angered him, Fleur kneeled before him, her head lowered and her body shaking in fear. This whole situation was becoming weirder by the minute.
"You are ze Incubus. I am not full Veela, so it took my body longer to deescover, but you are ze lord of my people." She raised her head hesitantly, fearing that he'd strike her down right there, "I wanted to prove myself worthy of you, my lord."
There were still some details he wanted to figure out, but he understood the gist of it and decided to play his part and get answers later. It looked like getting the Veela would end up being much easier than he'd originally anticipated.
"Rise." he intoned in his best Voldemort impersonation. Fleur obeyed instantly, standing perfectly straight with her chest pushed forward, allowing him to see her nipples through her silky blue robe. Harry brought his hands behind his back and inspected her, his face showing disapproval while his mind was doing jumping jacks thinking about what he could do with her.
"You have done sloppy work… what exactly is your name?"
"Fleur, Fleur Delacour my lord." she blurted out, her face red in embarrassment.
"Right, clearly you have neglected your veela heritage, otherwise you would have presented yourself to me in a much better manner."
"I apologize, mon seigneur." Her accent was showing up more. That was when Harry realized she'd probably been practicing her English extra hard to talk to him without an accent, "I have tried my best!" There were tiny tears rolling down her eyes.
"You are lucky that I am feeling charitable, I will accept your offering." He brought his pinky down to her face and swiped the bit of blood she hadn't taken care of. He observed it on his fingertip for a second and then licked it.
Fleur's demeanor completely changed, going from distraught to exuberant. She burst up from the floor and jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his torso. Fleur was just as tall as he was, the way her bosom pushed up against his chest made Harry's dick harden. "You will not regret it master, I will kill your putain when I get the first chance!"
Harry narrowed his eyes and pulled back from Fleur. She sent him a confused look before he struck her with a powerful backhand, "You will do no such thing, you bint!"
Fleur nursed her cheek "But master, the legend…"
Harry grabbed her by the throat and pulled her to him. Fleur's eyes were wild but there was only a little fear in them, in fact from what he could tell she was extremely excited by all this. Why the hell did none of the books on Incubi mention veela? He hated not being prepared for her reactions.
"You listen to legends but cannot follow orders from the genuine article, wench?"
"P-p-pardon…"
"Good." he released her throat and let her breathe, though he hadn't been constricting her that hard. "Now strip."
There was no hesitation, no protest about possibly getting caught, he spoke and Fleur instantly started removing her clothes. He hadn't told her if he wanted her to do it slowly or quickly, but she was too excited to do a slow striptease anyways so she picked quick. In less than ten seconds she had removed her robes and undergarments, standing before him completely naked.
The sun had almost fully set now, there was no orange in the horizon and only the minimal amount of light to separate the night from the day. As if commanded by Harry, a fresh breeze flew by the balcony, making Fleur's nipples harden.
Harry began circling her, inspecting every inch of her body. There was no way around it, she was truly perfect. Her D-Cup breasts stood firm with absolutely no sag. She had a perfect hourglass figure, her narrow waist leading down to wide hips and a thick, firm ass and thighs. Her pussy was beautiful, not a single hair adorned her tasty treasure. Her skin was slightly tanned, her silky smooth silvery blonde hair rested on her shoulders, her thick ruby red lips were slightly agape, her light blue eyes were shining with need…
"Acceptable." He said, running his fingers down her spine and to her ass, which he happily grabbed a handful of. Nice and soft. He licked his lips. He would definitely get himself some more Veela.
"Kneel." Once again, he commanded it and she did it without hesitation. To any outside observer it would look like he had her under the imperious curse.
Harry wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers down to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear, he never did anymore. His cock was painfully hard, Fleur's eyes widened slightly when she saw just how big it was. Harry smirked at the little ego boost and stepped forward. He pushed the tip against her lips and Fleur didn't open them. He mentally applauded her, she was disciplined enough to know she had to wait for his order to suck him off.
Harry began rubbing his cock against her face, dragging it in a circle from her forehead to her chin, "Tell me Fleur, have you ever been fucked before?"
"Non, I have never even kissed a boy, master." she responded calmly, shivering as she felt his wonderful precum coat her face "I am all yours master." she added.
Harry decided to see how far Fleur would actually go on her own volition before he took her, "Tell me about your family." He continued to rub his cock against her, this time he was circling it around her upper cheek. Her skin felt like velvet.
"My maman iz 'alf veela, she iz 40 years old. My little sister Gabrielle iz 10 and she is quite beautiful for her age, mon Papa Jean iz a politician" she offered absently. Her eyes were closed as she was basking in the feeling of his secretions drying against the cold Scottish air.
Harry smirked. One last push, "And tell me Fleur, what would you do if I asked you to deliver your sister and mother to me? What if I asked you to murder your father?"
He expected her to at the very least flinch, to recoil in some way, to hesitate. She did no such thing "I would do so happily master."
Harry stopped his rubbing, the extent of her dedication, under no magical coercion that he knew of, was incredible "You certainly seem devoted enough."
Fleur looked up at him with worshipping eyes "You are ze god, your will is law."
He almost came just off of that, "Service me."
Fleur brought her hand up to hold his penis and parted her lips, wrapping her silky tongue around the tip before taking it into her mouth.
Harry had received hundreds of blow jobs; Daphne, Lavender and Lily had become very good at giving them. Fleur blew them all out of the water, her tongue felt like heaven with a side of ice cream and brownies, there was just no way to describe it. It took all Harry had not to throw his head back as she began bobbing her head up and down his shaft, he tongue working over his sensitive head.
He brought his hand to her head and guided her deeper, forcing half his length into her mouth. Fleur adjusted and began bobbing her head more rapidly, talking as much of his length as she could. Harry's thrusting and her bobbing began synch up, and just as the transition from twilight to night became complete, Harry shot his hot sticky cum down the gorgeous French veela's throat.
Fleur guzzled his cum and a white glow surrounded her, she was euphoric as the lifelong fantasy of every veela was fulfilled, something that until recently she thought was a myth. She was one with her master.
Harry couldn't help but be awed by the glow, this hadn't happened with any of his other girls, and usually it took a few hours for a girl to become his after a blowjob. But he could feel the bond, so clearly it had occurred.
Fleur took his softening tool out of her mouth, making sure to lick the cum that had been left on the same part of her mouth as the blood of the poor little finch had previously been. She stood up and stared lovingly at her master. The golden glow that surrounded her wasn't subsiding, in fact she was shining even brighter than it had before. Harry grabbed the back of her head and took her in for a kiss.
Their bodies molded together, their kiss filled with passion. Harry could taste himself in her tongue, something that didn't really bother him. With dexterity he didn't know he had, he took his clothes off without breaking the kiss, thanking Merlin for having a button up shirt.
Their naked bodies pushed together and Harry brought his hands down to grip her perfect round ass.
"Ooohh mon amour, fuck me pleaze." she purred throatily. Harry spun her around and lifted her up. Fleur wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked them over to the edge of the balcony, pushing her against it.
"Is your delicate little pussy ready for me, Fleur?" Harry asked.
"It eez ready and waiting, master." she looked back at him sultrily, a look that would make any other man faint.
Harry lined the tip of his cock with her entrance and plunged in with no further preamble. There was no resistance, so he sank into her smoothly. They both let out a hiss as he sheathed himself completely in her. Fleur threw her head back and Harry took the opportunity to nibble roughly at her neck. They started to rut in perfect rhythm, Fleur knew just how to roll her hips against his to meet his strokes at their peak.
"Fuck me "Arry!" she shrieked out, digging her nails into the back of his neck. Harry felt the vibrations of her shriek as is passed through her throat. He was giving her powerful thrust that made her large breasts bounce exquisitely against his chest. Deciding he wanted a taste, he brought his head down to capture one of her pink nipples between his teeth. "Mon dieu!" Fleur was assaulted with pleasure like she never had before, if it hadn't been for her transformation her mind would have fogged over.
Their bodies were slapping together quicker now. Harry realized that the sounds of their joining could probably be heard by anyone who got near the tower, but he didn't care, all that mattered was this goddess that was meeting his thrusts. Fleur brought her head down to lick her free breast and Harry sneaked a finger into her mouth.
Their bodies were sweating, which dried quickly in the cold night air. Fleur's blonde hair, accented by the glow that surrounded her, looked ethereal against the silver moonlight. She truly did look like a goddess.
It was a few more thrusts before Fleur couldn't handle it anymore and moaned out her orgasm, muffled by her breast and Harry's digit. Her walls spasmed violently around Harry's tool, Harry had to hold on for all he was worth not to come as Fleur's vagina tried all it could to coax milk out of his cock. Fleur began suckling on his finger as she rode her first ever orgasm.
"Cum in meeee love!" she pleaded, wanting him to paint her insides with his baby batter. She was still rocking her hips desperately against him, wanting him to finish.
"I have other plans my flower." He pushed off and pulled out of her, much to his new pets' chagrin. His erect member plopped out of her entrance drenched in her secretions.
"What eez it master?" she asked in confusion.
Harry pulled her back from the edge of the balcony, remembering to cast a wandless privacy charm on the way. "I want you on all fours."
Fleur squealed in excitement realizing what he was planning and eagerly complied. She spread her school skirt out on the floor and knelt down on top of it. She wiggled her bum invitingly, making Harry's rod twitch.
"You have such a wonderful arse Fleur, I didn't know veela were built like that." He slapped his dick against her flesh, loving the softness.
Fleur threw him an appreciative smile over her shoulder, her white teeth shining even more with her magical glow "Zey do not, Mon Papa has Brazilian in his blood."
"That explains it." Harry licked his lips and lined his tip with her rosebud. Fleur's body provided natural lubrication for her, and his penis was coated in her secretions, so he was confident he could get it in without too much trouble. He pushed and Fleur tried to help as much as she could by spreading her cheeks wide. Even with all the help it took a bit of effort to pop his mushroom tip inside.
"Push it all in master." Fleur wiggled once again to get as much of him inside of her as possible. Fleur's ass was even tighter than her pussy, Harry began pumping at a molasses slow pace. "Merlin you're so tight!" Harry threw his head back and tried to gain more traction.
After a few minutes Fleur's passage became looser and Harry could build up a strong rhythm. He wasted no time in pounding her jiggling ass. Harry began slapping her asscheeks as hard as he could, leaving red handprints every time. This drove Fleur crazy, and she was pushing back against him so hard that Harry almost feared he'd hurt his hips.
Harry cupped Fleur's tits and pulled her up from behind, pressing her back against his chest. Fleur turned her head to share an open mouthed kiss.
Harry gave a few more powerful thrusts when he felt his orgasm arrive. He pushed in as deep as he could, burying himself to the root inside Fleur's ass, and shot off load after load inside her rectum. Fleur had another orgasm just from the feeling of having him shoot inside her.
Fleur was breathing heavily, her body dripping with sweat.
"I can't wait to fuck the rest of your family."
…
Fifteen minutes later, two teenagers were leaving the astronomy tower. Fleur had turned down her ethereal glow until it was barely visible, though if one got very close to her they would still see an outline of golden light surrounding her.
"What exactly happened to you when we bonded?" Harry asked as they strolled aimlessly through the castle. It was creeping up on curfew, so the halls were empty.
Fleur gave him a confused look "You mean you don't know? But you are ze dieu, how could you not know?"
Harry twitched a little at the unintended insult but refrained from slapping her in public "Well you see Fleur, I am still not at my full power, I need to perform a ritual to unleash my true self."
Fleur put her hand to her lips "Mon dieu, and you are already so powerful while under these bonds." the magical energy Fleur had sensed in him when she'd been transformed had been overwhelming, to think that that wasn't his full power…
"Now, if you would answer my question..." Harry insisted.
"You have made me into the reincarnation of the original veela."
"Original veela?"
"The mozzer of the entire veela race, created by the incubi, sister of the Nymphs." Fleur knew this story very well, her mother had told it to her hundreds of times as a child "It was said that when our creator would return, he would choose a veela to take on the mantle as maman veela." her eyes lit up "And you have chosen me, master."
"And what sort of things can this veela mother do?" he asked curiously, wondering if the glow had any practical uses.
"Let me show you master." She stopped in her tracks and took a glance around the hallway. Finding it satisfyingly empty, her eyes twitched and suddenly every torch in the hallway was extinguished.
"Mastery over fire, impressive." Harry mused.
The flames returned with a roar, growing larger and more intense until the hallway looked like an inferno. Her demonstration finished, Fleur let the flames return to their original intensity.
"I'm guessing your pull has gotten stronger as well?" Harry said.
She nodded "I can manipulate it as much as I want." she demonstrated by increasing her glow until it returned to the almost blinding levels it had been before "At zis level, any man that lays eyes on me would instantly go mad, except for you of course."
Harry stared at her in amazement, that last ability of hers would be extremely useful, extremely useful indeed.
....
The day of the first task had arrived rather quickly. Daphne had asked him if he could pretty please with sugar on top cause Diggory to have an accident, but Harry told her it would have to wait as he was maiming Malfoy this task.
His girls had been very impressed with Fleur to say the least, though Daphne was very angry that she'd have to wait a few months to gain special powers. Harry had enjoyed playing with Fleur and Lavender together, putting their contrasting abilities to creative use.
Now though, he was focusing on the task at hand. Fleur had told him about the dragons even before Diggory, fake Moody and Malfoy had run up to him to spill the beans, so he'd had enough time to figure out a way to get through it. It had taken him a little longer to create an organic situation in which Malfoy could be 'accidentally' hurt in front of hundreds of spectators with no suspicion falling on him, but thanks to some help from Daphne's brilliant mind he had found a way.
"What are we going to do Potter?" Malfoy had cornered him in the library the day before, more than a hint of desperation evident in his voice.
Harry played dumb, "Gee Malfoy, I thought you were going to think something up."
Draco sputtered "I can't carry the entire weight of this team Potter, I have other responsibilities to attend to."
Harry wondered why Malfoy hadn't just gotten Snape to tell him how to deal with the dragon. Oh well, better for his plan, "Well, there is one thing, I'm thinking of casting the flame freezing charm on myself."
"The flame freezing charm? Are you serious? That thing won't hold up against dragon fire." Malfoy looked at his rival as if he were an idiot.
Harry shrugged, "Professor Moody told me it would work as long as the person could use the charm competently."
That hit just the right spot. Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me," he began to head off. Maybe Snape would teach him the flame freezing charm?
"Malfoy." Harry called after him. The blonde pureblood turned around, "Here." Harry tossed a book at him and Malfoy caught it. He opened it up to a page Harry had marked and saw a full guide to performing the charm. Malfoy looked up at his rival in surprise.
"Hey, we're a team right?"
Malfoy didn't know how to answer that, so he scoffed and spun around, leaving the library in his best impression of Snape's walk.
…
Now, the two boys were the only people left in the tent, waiting to face the Hungarian Horntail. The other three champions had already finished. Harry already knew what Fleur had done, she'd sent a sleeping spell at the dragon's eyes (one of its only weak points) and attempted to sneak in to grab the eggs. With her newfound power she could have done something much more effective, but they didn't want to draw any attention.
"You're up next boys." Professor McGonagall popped her head in through the tent.
They stood up. Harry could see that Malfoy's hands were trembling. The little git was probably shitting himself right now. "Let's get a move on, Malfoy," he said.
They entered the arena to the deafening cheers from the crowd. The Hungarian Horntail loomed menacing in the foreground, a portent of doom.
"We're supposed to deal with that beastly thing?" Malfoy was visibly shaking.
"AND WE HAVE THE TWO YOUNG CHAMPIONS, FACING OFF AGAINST THE FIERCEST DRAGON. GIVE IT UP FOR YOUR CHAMPIONS HOGWARTS!" Ludo Bagman was on the commentary, riling up the crowd.
The horn sounded and the two boys looked at each other. "You go first Potter, test the dragon and then I'll deal with it."
Harry scoffed "Sure, whatever." He cast the flame freezing charm on himself and stepped forward.
He started walking swiftly towards the dragon. The entire crowd was holding their breaths, wondering what exactly Harry was planning. The dragon looked to be shocked too, Harry was already three quarters of the way to its nest before it woke up and sent a jet of flame at Harry.
The air filled with gasps and screams as Harry looked to be engulfed in Flame. Dumbledore's heart almost stopped, was Harry really that fucking dumb? Was his whole plan screwed over by a remedial teenager?
The gasps turned into cheers and awed silence when Harry potter continued marching forward, unaffected by the most powerful magical flame this side of fyendfire.
"HARRY POTTER HAS USED A FLAME FREEZING CHARM POWERFUL ENOUGH TO STOP A DRAGON! WHAT AN AMAZING YOUNG MAN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
What the cheering crowd didn't know was that Lavender was creating a thin sheet of ice between Harry and the flame, while Fleur was also manipulating the dragon's fire to ensure her master did not get hit and that to everyone else it looked like he was engulfed. Only the teachers would realize that flame freezing charms didn't work the way Harry was using it, but they were too amazed to care.
Seeing his success, Malfoy filled up with valor "You won't take my glory away from me, Potter." Hastily casting the flame freezing charm on himself, Malfoy rushed over before Potter could pick the egg up.
Just as Harry reached the egg, he heard a shriek of agony behind him that told him his plan had worked. He picked up the golden egg and ran away from the dragon's line of fire. He whipped his wand behind him and yelled "Accio Malfoy."
The dragon tamers ran out, trying to get a hold of the Horntail. The staff and tournament organizers ran out, along with a good chunk of the student body. They all circled around Harry Potter, who was heroically kneeling over the badly burnt body of Draco Malfoy, who was holding onto life by a thread.
"Don't worry Draco, I promise I'll help you get better!" Harry yelled for the crowds benefit, "We need to get him to the infirmary!" Harry barked. Dumbledore sprang into action, levitating the Malfoy scion and ferrying him off to the infirmary.
"Poppy, contact Saint Mungos and mister Malfoy's family, this is serious."
….
There was one thing he hadn't counted on.
The judges gave him half the points.
Seriously, he only received half a score because Draco and he were a team, so while one side did everything smoothly, the disaster from Malfoy meant half-marks, so he was in last place now.
Fucking Malfoy.
Phase one was complete, now it was only a few minutes until the much more crucial phase two.
"I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!" Lucius Malfoy was enraged. He would have Dumbledore drawn and quartered, he would have this school torn down, and he would destroy anyone marginally involved with this fiasco.
"Calm down Lucius." Narcissa hissed. The healers had left, so they were the only two people left in the infirmary, but still, he was such a drama queen. It was only Draco after all, not anyone of value.
"Do not tell me to calm down woman! Not when the future of the Malfoy name has been ruined!"
Draco was hearing all of this, he was still conscious after all, just in a full body cast. The magical 3rd degree burns meant he would stay in that cast for months, they also meant he would never look normal again, the burn marks and scarring would stay with him forever. He'd never grow hair again, he'd need magical assistance to perform most of his bodily functions, which meant he'd have to have a constant IV of potions attached to him.
"Why don't you go out there and yell at someone who cares then?" Narcissa spat. Lucius glared at her but took heed of her suggestion, heading out to kick the headmaster in the ass.
Narcissa and Lucius' relationship had been this way since the day they'd met. Their marriage had been arranged by their parents, so there was absolutely no love between them. Narcissa, being Bellatrix's sister and all, didn't settle for being the quiet trophy wife. She openly despised Lucius and his spawn (she didn't see Draco as her son, though he had been the result of her and Lucius' only sexual encounter). She had actively been trying to find a way to murder him until Lucius found out and made her swear an oath to never do him any harm. Now, she was stuck as a powerless trophy, unable to wield the political power she so desperately wanted.
The rapid clicking sound of the Malfoy head's expensive dragon hide boots tipped Daphne off.
"Mr Malfoy!" she rushed up to him.
Lucius snarled at whoever was foolish enough to address him in a moment like this. Turning his head, he saw it was the Greengrass girl, his son's future wife. He'd use a modicum of restraint with her.
"What is it, child?" he spat, fire and brimstone in his eyes.
"You're looking for Dumbledore, right sir? He's hiding in that classroom" Daphne pointed at an open door.
Malfoy was so angry, and so sure of his ability to strike fear in the hearts of men, that he didn't find it farfetched that a wizard like Dumbledore would be hiding from him in a random classroom.
"Good job girl." Malfoy patted Daphne on the head and stomped off towards the classroom.
Just before he reached the door Lucius noticed a curious glow coming from the room. He readied his wand at his side, ready for anything the cowardly headmaster could throw at him.
"How beauty-"
The moment he crossed the doorframe, all coherent thought ceased permanently. Lucius Malfoy, cunning schemer and political manipulator, was no more.
Inside the infirmary, Narcissa was bored out of her mind, sitting down on a chair facing Draco's bed.
"You were always a disappointment, Draco," she stated matter of factly. Draco couldn't give any visual respone, but the low, mummy-like moan he let out let her know he disagreed.
"You are, even Lucius knows it, though he doesn't want to admit it. You didn't stop wetting the bed until two years ago, you learned to tie your shoes the day before arriving at Hogwarts." Narcissa shook her head in disgust, "This is the best thing that could have happened to this family, you would have dragged the Malfoy name down into the dirt, you small dicked little crybaby." she enjoyed getting all this out. She figured she'd have two or three more months of insults before she'd have to erase his memory when he was near recovery.
"Very impressive."
Narcissa spun around, her wand drawn and ready to shoot off.
Harry Potter was leaning casually against the wall next to the door. In her diatribe, Narcissa hadn't heard him come in.
"Come to apologize to my son, Potter?" Narcissa switched directly into protective mother mode, even though Harry had already heard her disparaging words to Draco.
Harry pushed off the wall and strolled lazily towards her "Drop the act Narcissa, I can tell you despise your situation, and I have a proposition for you."
"A 14 year old child has a proposition for me… how about no?" she swung her wand at Harry, so he teleported it into his grip.
"You sure you don't want to listen first?" he proposed. Narcissa was staring at him in shock, unable to comprehend how he had taken her wand away.
"Do I have a choice?"
Harry gave her a playful grin and waved his hand over the door to lock it and set up privacy charms, "How would you like to have full control of the wizengamot by this time next year?"
Narcissa laughed in his face, "Why not tell me you can make me minister while you're at it?"
Harry stroked his chin, "I don't know why you'd want all the unneeded responsibility and reduced influence, but sure, why not?"
"You're serious?" she shook her head "It appears Draco was right about one thing, the boy-who-lived harbors delusions of grandeur."
Harry sighed "What can I do to prove I'm being serious?"
"Nothing. Now if your clumsy attempts at building power are complete, leave me."
There was a knock at the door and Harry waved his hand to unlock it "I guess I'll have to show you then."
Narcissa was shocked to see Draco's betrothed walk into the room, leading her husband into the room by his arm.
"Brown has set her diversion, you have time." She pulled Lucius inside roughly. The once proud pureblood had a vague, faraway expression. Narcissa noticed a line of drool trail from the side of his mouth all the way down his expensive robe.
"What did you do to him?" she exclaimed, more in fascination than any kind of fear. Potter wanted her, she was in no imminent danger.
"Trade secret." He quipped.
"Am I right in the assumption that this is permanent?"
"Irreversible." Harry patted Malfoy on the top of the head as if he was an object he was hawking.
Narcissa stepped up to her husband and kicked him square in the crotch, making sure that the tip of her heel made solid contact with his nether regions. Lucius slouched, but he gave no outward response to her attack. Draco moaned in pain and despair from his bed.
Narcissa turned her eyes to Daphne, who returned the older woman's gaze with cold eyes. She'd always liked the girl, she reminded her of her sister in a way, though Greengrass managed to keep her psychotic tendencies more under control than Bellatrix ever could. "You've also managed to domesticate Greengrass, quite an accomplishment."
Daphne twitched and Harry had to put his arm over her to stop her from doing something stupid.
"What do you think of my offer now?"
Narcissa pursed her lips "I'll need a little more persuasion." she stated. She sauntered over to the foot of Draco's bed, where her son's wild panicked eyes brought a smile to her face. Narcissa gave him one good glare before bending over, supporting her hands with his cast covered feet.
Harry licked his lips seeing the older woman's wonderful ass pop out through her robe. Narcissa turned her head to look at him, but instead of the seductive look he was expecting, she shot him an intense, challenging look. "Prove you're truly a man, Potter."
Harry bared his teeth like a predator and took the challenge with pleasure. He stalked over to her menacingly, an evil glint in his eyes. Daphne shuddered as she felt the tension in the room rise. She snaked her hand under her skirt in anticipation of what was to come.
With a wave of his hand, Narcissa's robes and undergarments were violently ripped off her, left to fall in tatters around her. Harry licked his lips when he saw the blonde's succulent breasts get released. He waved his hand once more and his own clothing disappeared. Pulling up behind her, he pulled his arm back and swung as hard as he could, delivering a powerful backhand to Narcissa's ass.
The pureblood didn't even budge, though the slap left her right cheek red. "Is that all you have?" she mocked.
So she wanted to play hardball, did she? Harry sent a wave of magic down to his hand and struck again with as much force as he could.
"AhhHHH!" Narcissa crashed forward with enough force to collapse Draco's bed. The crippled brat moaned out in pain and despair as his naked mother fell on top of him, breaking most of the bones on his lower body.
"Silence." Harry waved his hand once again to shut Draco up. Narcissa was splayed out on top of her son, welts forming in her ass and a trail of clear fluid leaking from her quim.
"Was that man enough for you bitch?"
Narcissa groaned. She attempted to pick herself up but instead she stumbled back down. She was disoriented, barely understanding what had just happened. Harry grabbed her by the legs and pulled her limp body to him. Narcissa had enough presence of mind to turn her head around and watch as Harry lined himself up and pushed into her.
"YEEES!" Narcissa gurgled out. Harry stroked in and out of her as roughly as he could, digging his nails into the red flesh of her ass. Narcissa's boobs were getting shoved onto Draco's lower body. Malfoy couldn't help it, his body reacted and his cock hardened at the feeling of his mother's sexy body rubbing against him. If it weren't for that cast…
"Look at that Narcissa, your disgusting little seed is getting a woody at the sight of you."
Narcissa had recovered enough to actively push back against Harry. She'd never thought the boy who lived would have such a wonderful cock. It had been so many years since she'd been fucked. "If he's anything like his father he'll be coming in his pants any second now." she panted out.
"You are mine now bitch, and I don't want any other cocks anywhere near you, understood?"
Her cunt contracted around him when he claimed her as his. "Yes master, I understand!"
Narcissa balled her hand up into a fist and cocked it back. Draco wasn't able to brace himself before his mother punched him with all her might directly in the crotch.
Malfoy's scream was so powerful it almost broke through the silencing charm. He thrashed and twisted so much that he actually broke part of his body cast and even more of his bones. Narcissa was about to punch him again when a soft hand held her back.
"I'll take care of him." Daphne asserted. Narcissa thought about protesting, she should be the one to cause her son agony, but one look at Daphne's eyes made her reconsider. The girl hid it well, but Narcissa could see the same crazy behind them that her sister had always had.
Daphne levitated Draco off the bed and dragged him over to the other end of the hospital wing.
Harry bent over and whispered "Want to see your son get tortured?"
"Oh please master, that would be wonderful!"
They shifted positions so that Narcissa was riding Harry on the bed. Harry laid back and let her bounce on him. Narcissa was getting off both on the sex and on watching Daphne torture her son. The girl had severed Draco's genitals, lopping off each ball individually and letting his tiny penis hang by a thread to the rest of his body. She'd moved on to the rest of him, casting whatever torture spell popped into her head. She had taken him on as a practice dummy of sorts.
Narcissa was bouncing harder and harder on Harry as Daphne's torture became more creative. The older woman's cunt was exquisite. Narcissa wasn't as good as Fleur, but she definitely knew how to work her body, rolling her hips perfectly to offer him the most pleasure.
Daphne caved in Draco's chest and Narcissa couldn't hold back anymore, having a massive orgasm. Harry held off from his own peak, letting Narcissa ride hers off until the end.
"Uungh!" the blonde finally collapsed on top of him, her eyes still glued on her son's broken form.
Harry still needed to bind her, so he rolled them over so that his was on top and pulled out of her, a flow of juices leaking out of Narcissa. He grabbed onto her breasts and placed his slick cock between them. Narcissi realized what he was going to do and pushed her breasts together to sandwich his member. Harry started tittyfucking her. Narcissa had her mouth open and would suck on his tip every time Harry pushed. Pretty soon there was a thick thread of drool and juices that went from her mouth to the tip of Harry's penis.
Finally, Harry's balls tightened and he shot his seed onto her face and chest. A few spurts fell right on her nose, some reached the crown of her head and the rest lined down to her chin and upper chest. Harry pushed himself into her mouth and she happily cleaned him off, swirling her tongue around his head until she'd cleaned off all his cum.
He pulled back and stood up, looking down on his work with pride. "Clean yourself up, take this-" he pointed at the drooling Lucius, who had been standing in the middle of the room throughout all this "- with you and book a room at the hogs head. I will meet with you later tonight for further instructions."
"Yes sir." she agreed. How easily she had submitted to him. Then again, Narcissa was an opportunistic person, all she needed was proof of his power before she willfully joined him, knowing she would be on the winning team. People like that tended to be disloyal, but his magical cum would fix that.
Daphne was fixing up Draco's cast so that it looked as good as ever. With a caved in chest, Draco would suffocate slowly and be dead in a few hours. Madam Pompfrey would probably get into a heap of trouble for not noticing such an egregious injury.
"Fix this room up and leave, I'll see you later." Harry kissed her on the cheek and headed for the door. He took a glance at Narcissa and was proud to see that she was 'cleaning' herself up by scooping all his cum and licking it off.
Harry tossed her her wand and left the hospital wing.