Chapter 10
Chapter Text
The pouring rain was all he could hear in the dark, pelting against his hidden form. Harry clutched the invisibility cloak tighter around him, using it to protect himself from the downpour as wind tried to sweep him away.
Hogwarts was different now. No longer was the castle the same open and welcoming home that he remembered, but the iron cage that refused to let him leave. He thought that his previous years and adventures in the castle were tough, but he would describe this current year with a different description.
Torture.
That's how he would he describe his experience at Hogwarts so far; pure torture. The castle no longer felt warm and welcoming, instead feeling cold and nasty. Much like last year, the school population seemed to hate him with a new vengeance, and his friends all seemed too occupied with other things to care about his own feelings. He was frustrated, to say the least, and he missed the warmth and comfort of Grimmauld Place, and above all he missed the comfort of his witches.
It was nice to see Daphne, but she and him both had a silent agreement to keep away from one another in public. As much as he loved his betrothed, the need to ensure her safety was more important than showing affection for one another in public. Harry didn't want Daphne to be harmed, especially with the other Slytherins being so close to Voldemort and Draco's Father.
But the real reason for his anger, above all, was Umbridge. The fat toad took every chance she had to go after him, doing her absolute best to get a rise out of him. Harry found it genuinely bewildering, originally wondering what he did to make her so angry with him.
But he soon figured out it was because of him saying Voldemort had returned. That was what everyone talked about these days, and Umbridge especially wanted to punish him over it. It was only Narcissa's pureblood training over the summer that prevented him from lashing out at the woman, as she had instilled the mental strength he needed to navigate complex social situations. And with a fat toad like Umbridge, Harry needed all the willpower possible to not fall into her traps.
He finally arrived at his destination, the Shrieking Shack, also known as the place that Narcissa had arranged for them to meet at. He pushed open the corroded wooden door and made his way in, slamming the door behind him before making his way up the rickety stairwell.
The Master bedroom of the shack was blocked off by a fancy wooden door with a golden doorknob, and he twisted it open and entered. The inside of the room he then found himself in had been masterfully transfigured, changed from the degraded mess of wood planks into a bedroom fit for a king.
Two witches, his Courtesan and his Mistress sat waiting for him by the fire, both clad in expensive lingerie. He felt his cock stir in his trousers at the sight, something no doubt any boy his age would dream about; being two MILFs ready to fuck.
"Harry!" Narcissa smiled and stood from her chair, gracefully making her way over to him. She kissed him longer than he expected her to, placing her hand against his chest intimately. When it ended they both looked into each others gaze, and he realized just how much he missed his courtesan the past few weeks.
"It warms my heart to see you, my love." Ms. Zabini added from the side, and he couldn't help but ogle her body. She dressed in a tight one-piece set of lingerie, the black fabric stretching but not nearly covering her large brown breasts, and emphasizing just how thick her child-bearing hips were.
She moved in and kissed him as well, doing so heatedly, and not nearly as properly and Lady-like as Cissy was. Not that Harry was complaining.
"Would you like for us to take care of you, my Lord?" Narcissa asked with a protruding lower lip. "You must be so… pent-up, and frustrated, from your time away from us?"
Narcissa and Julia stood next to each other then, resting their hands on each others' bum, and stared at him seductively. They were putting on a show, clearly something they had planned beforehand, and he was loving it. Harry felt his shaft becoming harder and harder within his trousers, and grit his teeth to contain his lust.
Julia approached him first, swaying her wide hips from side to side as she sauntered up to him. She rested a delicate finger on his chest, and slowly brought it up to his chin. "Our Lord works so tirelessly without us, perhaps he deserves a reward?"
She moved in closer as she spoke, whispering the last word seductively in his ear. She then moved, kissing down his jaw and chin as she descended on his neck -and then she struck. Her teeth latched on to the skin on his neck, sucking on it in a way that strangely felt good. She was giving him a hickey.
"Look at her, leaving her mark on you." Narcissa purred from the side, watching with a hand resting on her hip. "Are you just going to let her get away with that?"
Julia pulled away, a smug, arrogant smirk on her lips as she stared at him with a half-lidded gaze. "Well, my Lord, what are you going to do?"
The two minx's were playing with him, a strange game foreplay that left his mind spinning and his cock hardening. It was obvious they prepared this all in advance, a strange dance between his courtesan and his mistress, between Narcissa and her best friend. All of it served the purpose of pleasing him, and leading to this moment where he wanted nothing more than to take them both.
Harry moved, pushing Ms. Zabini so she was left bent over the bed. She moaned as he took control of her, manhandling the MILF so she laid flat against the bed with her arse pressed against his clothed thighs.
As he looked down at her, Harry couldn't help but think that her body looked like a tree from this angle. The two fat, large round cheeks of her big fat bum being the roots, narrowing and leading up her attractive back, and then to the long, straight black hair she obviously took good care of. The thick base of the tree being her fat arse, the trunk itself being her body, and the leaves at the top being her hair. It was a strange analogy, but Harry liked it.
A warm, busty, feminine form pressed up against him then, and he could smell her beautiful scent and feel her round breasts pushing against his back. Narcissa. She reached around, loosening his trousers and letting them fall to the floor, before gripping his girthy cock. She jerked it as if it was her own, as Julia turned her head to stare at them with wide eyes.
"That feels good, doesn't it, Harry?" Narcissa breathed heatedly against his ear, all the while she stroked his big cock. "Are you really going to let this bitch treat you like that? No. You're going to fuck her with this big beefy cock."
Harry let out a grown of pleasure. He had been waiting so long for this moment, when he could finally reunite with Julia and Cissy, but he had not been expecting this. He moved with Narcissa in a synchronized movement, pulling his hips back before living his shaft up with Julia's core. He went ahead and pushed the thin fabric protecting her womanhood to the side, as Narcissa lined his cock up with both of her hands.
Cissy pushed him with the first thrust, her big breasts staying pressed against him as she did it. The second thrust followed from there, and then the next, as the two witches moaned incoherently both in front of, and behind him. Meanwhile Harry found himself in a haze of lust, pumping his shaft in and out of Ms. Zabini as Narcissa egged him on with her lustful words.
"That's it, Harry. Use her. Show the bitch her place as your Mistress." Narcissa's breath felt hot against his ear. "Make sure she takes it. Fuck her. Use her. Break her!"
His thrusts only picked up with Narcissa's whispering, his lust increasing because of the woman's silver tongue. She really knew how to get him going, as Harry did his absolute best to break Julia in half.
"GAH! Ohh! My Lord it's so good! I'm yours! I'm yours to fuck! Fuck me! OHHH FFUUCCCK!!" Ms. Zabini wailed and shook beneath him, enjoying the hard fucking way too much.
He could feel his release coming, a heavy load that had kept him pent-up for weeks since Hogwarts began. His arms moved faster than before, pistoning his engorged shaft in and out of Julia's pussy, as slapping and squelching noises filled the Shrieking Shack. Narcissa panted behind him, moaning alongside them as they all seemed to find their release together.
With a roar of ecstasy he let himself go, slamming his thighs against Julia's big fat arse one more time as he yelled out in pleasure. But his mouth was consumed by another's, as Narcissa kissed him heatedly as he came inside her best friend. They made out while Cissy raked her fingers through his hair, as Harry's hands dug into Julia's big booty.
His jism felt like lava as it erupted from his shaft, his urethra feeling like a volcano as his seed burned and spread within his Mistress. Ms. Zabini gargled beneath him, as saliva poured from her mouth, speaking nonsensically as she seemed to be barely conscious. The woman was clearly out of it, but Harry was too busy snogging Narcissa to care.
At last he finally pulled out of her, placing Julia's buxom form on the bed as he laid down next to Narcissa. Harry found that he had a refractory period, and after blowing such a large load after so long really did a number on him.
"Just… give me a minute." Harry breathed heavily as he tried to recover from the double-team of both Narcissa and Julia.
"Don't worry, Harry, I wasn't expecting things to get so out of hand." Narcissa laid comfortably against his side. The blonde bombeshell allowed her curves to be on full display, pressing her body against his own. "To think you were able to put her in such a state after one round, it's a true sign of how powerful you are."
Her index finger traced suggestively along his thigh, before briefly coming into contact with his flaccid penis. It jerked at her touch, and Narcissa gasped before giggling.
"You're the best, Cissy." Harry smiled, genuinely enjoying the teasing. He sighed then, feeling like this might be the best night of his life, or at least the best night in weeks. And it was all because he fell in love with Cissy. "I love you."
Narcissa gasped, a vulnerability entering her gaze that was uncommon. "Harry I- I…"
"I love you." Harry said, staring at her. "I've never told anyone that before. But if this is what love is, then I love you."
"I love you too, Harry." A tear escaped Narcissa's left eye, and it fell down her face before she wiped it away. "I'm an older woman, Harry, not someone expecting the full love of a younger wizard."
"But it's true." Harry replied. "I don't care that you are older, I actually prefer older women. I love both you and Julia."
"T-Thank you." Julia said from the side, surprising them.
They both turned their heads to look down at Ms. Zabini, who finally seemed to be recovered from the insane fucking he gave her. "I might not be the best when it comes to these things, but I… I love you too, Harry. And I genuinely mean it."
Narcissa snorted, but seemed close to tears by how happy she was. "That's the best you'll get out of her when it comes to this. Or at least what she'll tell you to let you know you're not going to end up like her dead husbands."
"Hey!" Julia looked up at them petulantly, pouting cutely like a spoiled little girl. "Harry is much better than the likes of them!"
"Is that so?" Harry asked suddenly, causing the woman to freeze in her place. "Are you sure that I'm not just another one of your expendable lovers?"
"No!" Ms. Zabini froze, horror etched into her features as she desperately tried to think of something to prove her loyalty to Harry.
Maybe she could swear a unbreakable vow? She thought internally. Maybe let him bugger her? It was something none of her husbands had done before. Perhaps even find more women that he can claim and make them mistresses like her-
Laughter got her attention, and she looked up to see Harry and Narcissa staring at her amusedly. It became clear the two were messing with her. "Hey! You had me worrying for a minute."
"My apologies, I just couldn't resist." Harry said to the pouting black widow, before massaging her body with his right hand. It caused her to ease tension, and Julia purred like a cat as his touch soothed her.
"How are things at Hogwarts, Harry?" Narcissa asked.
Harry sighed, tempted to tell them things were 'fine' as he always did. But things weren't really fine, and he desperately wanted to talk to someone about it. He had confessed his love for Narcissa and Julia, and they had done the same, so surely I can share my feelings with them?
"Hogwarts is awful." Harry said finally, getting their attention. "And it's all because of that Umbridge woman."
Narcissa made a disgusted noise, clearly knowing who he was talking about, while Julia looked confused. "Who?"
"A wretched up-jumped Ministry stooge." Narcissa answered hotly, sounding genuinely angry just thinking about the woman. "She's nothing more than a bitter fat ugly toad who managed to slime her way into power. That woman doesn't know her place! And has cared little for the guardrails placed on our society and the Ministry for far too long."
"Morgana, what got into you?" Julia stared at her. "The last time I saw you this angry, was when Selina Avery stole your new acromantula-hair cloak."
"That was a nice coat." His older blonde lover retorted, before Narcissa seemed to withdraw and recollect herself. "But we need to do something about this woman before she gets out of hand."
"Easier said than done." Harry sighed. "It feels like that woman had already taken over the school. I'm starting to believe what you said about Dumbledore more and more, as the Headmaster seems too eager to let her have her way."
"Vile woman." Narcissa spat, before she examined him closely. "Has she gone after you?"
"She's tried to." Harry replied, remembering all the ways that the woman tried to bully him. She would often call him out in class, being very unsubtle as she framed him as some attention-seeking brat. He hadn't fallen for the bait, at least not yet, as it was Cissy's training over the summer that allowed him to remain composed and collected as the woman rained insults down on him.
"Then we need to get rid of her." Narcissa stated, her words having a darkness he hadn't heard before. "Especially if she's after you."
"I can take care of myself."
"We know that, Harry." Julia interrupted him. "But we are here to help you. And if Cissa is this worked up, then we might as well treat this woman as a threat. You just worry about school, and Narcissa and I will take care of her behind the scenes. Don't worry, we want to help you, and if this woman is really that bad, then we'll be doing everyone a favor by taking action against her."
Harry looked between the two witches, seeing nothing but resolve between them as they seemed dead-set on helping him. It was something he was coming to like.
"Fine." Harry sighed, giving in. He could feel himself finally hardening again, regaining his lust as he eyed Narcissa's sexy unfucked form. With a swift motion he grabbed Cissy and placed her on his lap, and she let out a delighted giggle. "This night is far from over."
"Good." Narcissa wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've needed good fucking since you left."
"You went decades without your husband touching you, and suddenly a few weeks without a man is too much to handle?" Ms. Zabini asked from the side. "Especially when we've been enjoying each others bodies every night?"
Narcissa's cheeks pinked. "B-Be quiet!"
Harry snorted, feeling himself get even harder at the thought of Narcissa and Julia playing with each other every night he had been gone.
Julia suddenly pulled out her wand, and with a flick of it Narcissa's panties dissapeared. She gave Harry a wink, and he felt his cockhead line up perfectly with Cissy's perfect cunt. I must be the luckiest wizard alive.
Chapter 11
Chapter Text
He woke up after what felt like the best sleep he'd experienced in some time. The first thing to meet his ears were wet slurping sounds, and he could feel the incredibly good feeling of his cock being worshipped and sucked. The next sensation he could feel was the delectable body of a buxom MILF pressed against his side, something Harry had become familiar with as of late.
He opened his eyes, finding himself staring at Narcissa's naked form wrapped in sheets. She smiled at him, her long blonde hair loose and messily falling down to her large breasts. "Good morning, my Lord."
"Cissy." Harry smiled, still waking up, before his gaze shifted down to the sheets, where the wet noises originated from.
Narcissa did the deed of removing the sheets, tossing them away and exposing his own naked body, but that wasn't all. Ms. Zabini was prone between his legs, holding herself up as her large breasts fell down beneath her to create a bountiful cleavage, all the while she sucked his morning wood.
The woman moaned as they looked down at her, continuing to piston up and down his penis as Harry got closer and closer to his morning release. A hand reached down and ran its long fingers through her hair, as Narcissa gripped Julia's scalp, and guided the woman deeper down his shaft as Harry groaned in pleasure.
Cissy moved then, bringing her lips to his own as Julia continually sucked and slobbered on his shaft. Harry didn't last much longer, and with a groan into Narcissa's mouth, he came.
It was one of his longest orgasms, as Harry let himself cum as Julia graciously drained his heavy balls. He knew that it would be some time till he saw the two of them again, and wanted to enjoy this moment.
"I think you two should do this every morning from now on." Harry said once he finished cumming, all the while Julia cleaned up his shaft while Narcissa rubbed his thigh soothingly.
His courtesan let out a happy laugh. "Me as well, and perhaps we will, once you're back at Grimmauld Place. Just think, the two of us will be waiting for your arrival eagerly in bed."
His cock jerked at the thought, and Julia gasped. Narcissa reached out and grabbed it with her hand then, and raised a seductive brow.
Harry smirked. "I guess I could go another round."
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Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Office of the Head of the Department
Ministry of Magic
Dear Harry,
I trust you're well and that things have been somewhat quieter on your end since we last met. I wanted to take a moment to thank you again for the time we spent together—it was a pleasant change from the usual business I'm involved in, and I very much enjoyed our conversation.
I've been thinking that perhaps we could meet again, if you're interested. However, I'm mindful of your privacy, especially given the attention you often attract. If you're open to it, I'd like to suggest a quiet location in Diagon Alley, one where we wouldn't be disturbed by prying eyes. Your comfort and discretion are important to me, and I'd rather our time together be uninterrupted.
Please feel free to suggest a time or place if you have any preferences, and I'd be happy to adjust to what works best for you. I look forward to hearing from you whenever you have a moment.
With kind regards,
Amelia Bones
Head of Magical Law Enforcement
Harry read over the letter with a fond smile, enjoying the way Amelia wrote out the letter in such a formal way. It was a thing that such a successful Witch like her would do, writing a letter to her boyfriend like she would to a coworker. While the woman could be a minx around him, he knew better than to expect the giggly blushing redhead all the time.
He sat with his normal friends at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast as the group of them all prepared to go about their day. He had sneakily made his way back to the Gryffindor dorms only an hour ago, doing so under his invisibility cloak, and showered so no one would guess where he was the night before.
Or more specifically, What he spent the night doing.
"Now that's one stiff letter, mate." Ron remarked suddenly from his side.
Harry jerked, hastily pushing the letter into his robes as Ron stared at him oddly. "I didn't read it! I just saw the title and wondered why the Ministry would send you a letter. You're not in trouble or something, right?"
It was at this point Harry realized that Ron only saw the heading of the letter, and not that it was a love-letter. Thank Merlin for small mercies.
"No." Harry sighed.
"Well that's good." Ron noted.
"Then what was the letter about?" Hermoine asked.
He rubbed his neck. "It was a letter from the Madam Bones, nothing really important."
"I doubt anything Madam Bones sends out isn't important." Ron remarked with a frown, his eyes narrowing on where Harry was rubbing his neck. "Harry… is that a hickey?"
Hermoine's eyes seemed to widen at Ron's words, and Harry felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured on him. "W-What? No!"
He hastily moved his collar to cover it, remembering the mark that Ms. Zabini had left on him the night before in their rough lovemaking. But it was too late to hide it, as it seemed the entire Gryffindor table descended upon him to get the latest gossip surrounding Harry Potter.
"It is!" Neville nearly cheered from the side, letting out a laugh. "I saw it too!"
"Harry!" Hermoine hissed, looking murderous. "Who gave it to you?"
"N-No one." He answered quickly, a prominent blush erupting on his features.
"That's not an answer, tell me!" Hermoine demanded.
Everyone nearby stared at him as if he held some deep secret he was about to reveal, and Harry definitely wasn't going to reveal who he was seeing. It would take too long to explain my love life anyway!
And with that, he came to a conclusion, knowing that there was no way he could win an arguement against so many people, he made the wise decision to run away. So with that, he got up, and left. He could hear the group behind him heckling and demanding answers, but did his best to ignore them as he fled the Gryffindor table.
Harry soon stepped out of the Great Hall, his stomach twisted in worry over some of his love-life being exposed. He had barely taken a few steps into the corridor when a sharp, sickly sweet voice stopped him cold.
"Potter!"
He turned around, feeling his heart sink. Professor Umbridge was standing by the entrance to the Great Hall, her pink cardigan and prim bow making her look deceptively harmless—until you noticed the gleam of cruelty in her eyes. She had a clipboard tucked under her arm, the sign of another disciplinary action she was likely itching to enforce.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry replied, keeping his voice neutral, though he could feel the familiar irritation rising within him.
"I believe I've just witnessed some rather disrespectful behavior, coming from yourself." Umbridge began, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. She took a step toward him, her smile widening in that condescending way, like a toad ready to inhale a tasty fly. "You were quite rude to Mister Malfoy yesterday, weren't you, Potter?"
Well, I did fuck his Mum pretty hard last night. He almost retorted, but managed to bite his lip in time. "I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean-"
"There it is!" Umbridge interrupted triumphantly, her eyes lighting up as though she had caught him red-handed. "Disrespect toward a professor and refusal to accept responsibility! This is a very serious offense"
Harry's fists clenched at his sides, trying to keep his temper in check. "I didn't—"
"Detention, I think." Umbridge said smoothly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Tonight. I believe writing lines worked so well last time."
Harry's heart sank. Another detention meant another night of carving lines into his hand with that cursed quill. But before he could argue further, a cool, detached voice interrupted them.
"Professor Umbridge."
Harry turned to see Daphne approaching, her icy blue eyes locked on Umbridge. As usual, her expression was perfectly composed, the very picture of Pureblood aristocracy. It made him internally panic seeing her, and remembering their agreement to be as separate as possible while in school.
"Miss Greengrass," Umbridge said, her smile faltering for just a second. "This matter does not concern you."
Daphne stopped a few feet away, her gaze cool and piercing. "On the contrary, Professor, I believe it does." She shifted her attention briefly to Harry, her expression unreadable, before turning back to Umbridge. "I couldn't help but overhear that you were about to punish Potter for a supposed slight against Malfoy."
"Not supposed, Miss Greengrass." Umbridge said, her voice sharp. "Potter's behavior has been consistently unacceptable, and I—"
"Unacceptable, you say?" Daphne interrupted, her voice calm but cutting. "As far as I can tell, you seem to be chastising one of my classmates without any evidence, especially when it relates to a classmate that is known to harass him. If you're going to hand out detentions for that, you'll be very busy indeed."
Harry blinked, surprised at how smoothly Daphne turned the tables. Umbridge seemed caught off guard for a moment, her face twitching as she processed the subtle challenge. He couldn't exactly blame the woman, as he didn't expect her to intervene either.
"Miss Greengrass," Umbridge said slowly, trying to regain control, "I don't believe you understand how—"
"Oh, I understand perfectly well." Daphne cut in smoothly. "You're eager to punish Potter. And perhaps others might be too afraid to speak out, but I am not. If you want to continue singling out a student for a personal vendetta, Professor, you'll have to answer to the rest of the staff, as well as the Board of Governors. I'm sure they would be interested in hearing why Potter receives detentions for every minor infraction you can think up."
There was a long pause, the tension between the three of them thickening. Harry watched as Umbridge's face darkened with frustration. She clearly wasn't used to students speaking to her like this, and especially not one from Slytherin. Daphne's words had cut deeper than Harry expected, and he could see the battle going on in Umbridge's mind as she weighed her options.
"I'll take your… opinion under advisement, Miss Greengrass." Umbridge said through gritted teeth, her false smile stretched thin. "But do not think for a moment that I will tolerate insubordination."
Daphne didn't flinch. She held Umbridge's gaze with the same icy calm, her expression completely unmoved. "Of course, Professor. I wouldn't dream of it."
Umbridge hesitated for another second, then, clearly seeing no easy victory in this confrontation, turned on her heel and marched off, her heels clicking sharply against the stone floor.
Harry exhaled, feeling the weight lift off his chest. He looked at Daphne, who remained standing there, her cold expression not wavering as she watched Umbridge disappear down the corridor.
"Why did you do that?" Harry asked, genuinely bewildered.
Daphne finally turned to him, her ice-blue eyes meeting his. There was no warmth in her gaze, but there was also no hostility. "Because Umbridge is an idiot, and I have little patience for fools."
Harry blinked. "Still, you didn't have to—"
"I know, Harry." She cut in, her voice softer as her cold expression faded, it was replaced by the look of a weary girl. She subtly gestured to the side, and they both moved over to behind a nearby pillar. "I just hate watching that woman run roughshod over this school, and I especially dislike how no one is doing anything about it."
Harry sighed. "I know what you mean. Hopefully Cissy and Julia can do something about that woman."
"You spoke to them recently?"
He nodded. "I saw them in person last night."
"Oh." Daphne blinked, something entering her gaze as she looked at him. She moved closer to him suddenly, a seductive sway to her hips as she pushed her large breasts outwards. "Did they… take care of you? Do you want me to take care of you as well?"
She whispered the last words in his ear, her large breasts pushing against his side, as her palm went downwards to rest on his bulge. Harry gritted his teeth to contain his lust, knowing that now wasn't the time for him to enjoy his beautiful betrothed.
"Not now." Harry said, stopping her before she could go further. "But that doesn't mean we can't take this further some other time. And I do need to reward you for saving me from the toad."
Daphne giggled, and hit his shoulder playfully. "You prat."
The two headed off to their next class, all the while never seeing the angry French Veela who eavesdropped on their conversation.
-
The Astronomy Tower had always been her refuge, a place where the noise of the world below fell away, leaving only the comforting silence of the heavens above. Tonight, more than ever, she needed that quiet. The past year had weighed heavily on her mind—whispers of the Dark Lord's return, the tension surrounding Harry Potter, and the Triwizard Tournament's unexpected and tragic turn. Hogwarts felt different now, as though the very walls held their breath, waiting for something yet to come. But up here, with nothing but the stars for company, those thoughts seemed distant, inconsequential.
Aurora moved slowly, her black robes billowing softly behind her and concealing her mature form as she approached her telescope. The old brass instrument had been with her for years, an enduring companion in her nightly rituals. She ran her fingers over its smooth surface, polished by decades of use. It had been passed down from her predecessor, and every scratch and scuff felt like a connection to the past—a reminder of how many had stood in this same spot, gazing at the same stars. There was a certain comfort in that continuity, in knowing that the sky above remained unchanged while the world below spun into chaos.
The quiet creak of the telescope adjusting punctuated the stillness, but otherwise, the night was perfectly serene. Occasionally, a soft hoot from a distant owl or the faint rustling of leaves in the Forbidden Forest far below reached her ears, but up here, the world felt removed, suspended in a peaceful limbo. Hogwarts lay sprawled beneath her, a patchwork of towers and turrets silhouetted against the starry sky. Small glimmers of light flickered from the windows of the castle where the last students and professors were settling in for the night. The Black Lake shimmered like a pool of ink, reflecting the stars in its dark, murky waters.
She inhaled deeply, allowing the cool air to fill her lungs. The troubles of the day—rumors, meetings, brief flashes of unease, and the presence of that fat Toad calling her a professor, seemed to fade in the face of the endless night above. The stars were her constant companions, their quiet light offering comfort in a way few things could. Aurora had always felt a profound connection to them. As a child, she had often stayed up late, sneaking out to stare at the night sky with nothing but her imagination and a burning curiosity. That curiosity had led her here, to this tower, where she had made the study of the heavens her life's work.
The night stretched on, but time meant little to Aurora when she was up here. The stars seemed to pulse gently, as if in rhythm with her own heartbeat, their light washing over her like a lullaby. She could lose herself in this moment, and often did, forgetting the hours as she traced constellations and noted the slow, deliberate shifts of the night sky. The tower was her sanctuary, the one place where the troubles of the wizarding world couldn't reach her.
As the castle clock struck midnight with a soft chime, Aurora finally sighed, pulling herself away from the telescope. The night had been everything she needed—quiet, peaceful, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there was beauty in the world, if only one knew where to look. The stars would continue their silent vigil long after she returned to the interior of the castle, just as they had for millennia.
As she carefully descended the spiral staircase from the Astronomy Tower, the familiar sounds of Hogwarts settling into the night reached her ears. The soft fluttering of bats from the Owlery, the distant crackle of the lake's surface under the moonlight, and the occasional murmur of enchanted suits of armor shifting on their pedestals, all of which were the very familiar sounds that came from the old castle. She had intended to head straight back to her quarters to finish grading some essays on celestial navigation, but a movement on the castle grounds below caught her eye as she passed one of the narrow tower windows.
From her high vantage point, she spotted a figure crossing the shadowed lawn, moving swiftly but cautiously, the hem of their pale pink robes just visible in the faint moonlight. Dolores Umbridge. What is she up to?
Aurora paused, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. It wasn't unusual to see staff members walking about the castle grounds at night, as Aurora herself enjoyed late strolls, but something about Umbridge's hurried, almost furtive movements unsettled her. She wasn't headed toward Hagrid's hut or the greenhouse; her path was angled toward the Forbidden Forest.
A deep frown creased Aurora's brow. What possible business could the Ministry's meddlesome toad have in the Forbidden Forest at this hour?
Her instinct told her this was no innocent stroll. Umbridge had been nothing but a thorn in the side of the school since her arrival, wielding her authority like a blunt instrument, and Aurora had learned long ago that nothing about her actions was accidental.
She hesitated for only a moment before quietly slipping through the tower's door and down the staircase. She moved quickly but silently, her mind racing with different possibilities. Following Umbridge wasn't a decision she made lightly. Even as a professor, it was risky to be caught trailing a high-ranking Ministry official, especially one who had been looking for any excuse to discredit the rest of the staff. But something in her gut told her that this was important, that this night was more than just another of Umbridge's petty abuses of power.
By the time she reached the edge of the castle grounds, Umbridge had disappeared into the treeline. Aurora kept her distance, her dark robes blending easily into the shadows as she followed the faint rustling sounds of leaves and snapping twigs. The Forbidden Forest loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, and Aurora's heart quickened as she crossed the threshold of trees. The forest, even at the best of times, was no place for casual wanderers. But tonight, it seemed to breathe with an unusual stillness, as though the very trees were holding their breath.
She moved swiftly but carefully, keeping Umbridge in her sights. The woman's movements were no longer as hasty now that she was under the cover of the forest. She was more deliberate, purposeful, as though she were headed to a predetermined meeting place. Aurora's mind raced with questions. Who would Umbridge be meeting out here, in the dead of night, far from the eyes of the castle? And why?
After what felt like an eternity of weaving through the dense trees, Aurora came to a halt, slipping behind a large oak just in time to see Umbridge stop in a small clearing ahead. Aurora crouched low, her breathing steady but her pulse quickening as she peered through the gaps in the foliage. The clearing was bathed in pale moonlight, casting an eerie glow over the scene.
From the shadows opposite, another figure emerged—tall, pale, with long platinum-blonde hair. Aurora's breath caught in her throat. Lucius Malfoy.
The two exchanged no pleasantries. Malfoy stepped forward, his long black cloak trailing over the grass as he moved with an air of arrogance, while Umbridge stiffened, clasping her hands together in front of her chest like a schoolgirl waiting for praise from her headmaster. There was a deference in her posture that sent a wave of disgust through Aurora.
Aurora pressed herself closer to the tree, straining to catch every word as the two began to speak.
"I don't have much time, Malfoy." Umbridge hissed, her voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. "I must return to the castle soon. Dumbledore's lapdogs are always watching."
Malfoy's lip curled in a sneer. "Dumbledore's time at Hogwarts is coming to an end. The Ministry will see to that." He paced slowly, his gaze scanning the forest around them, though his confidence remained unshaken. "But there are still… complications. The boy, Potter, as long as he's under Dumbledore's protection, he remains a thorn in our side. The Dark Lord is… displeased."
Aurora's blood ran cold at the mention of Voldemort, and her grip tightened on the rough bark of the tree. She had suspected Umbridge was up to no good, but this—this was far worse than she had imagined. They weren't just talking about ousting Dumbledore; they were plotting against Harry Potter.
Umbridge straightened, a smug look creeping onto her face. "I've kept Potter in check this year. The boy knows better than to put one toe out of line around me."
Malfoy gave her a contemptuous look. "Not enough. The Dark Lord wants him, and he wants him soon. Your petty detentions won't lure Potter out of Dumbledore's reach, we need something more… persuasive."
Umbridge fidgeted slightly, her hands twisting the hem of her pink cardigan. "What exactly do you propose?"
Malfoy stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. "There are ways to manipulate the boy. He's reckless, impulsive. You, Dolores, will arrange something that forces his hand—an accident, perhaps. Something that will draw him out of the castle where he can be… dealt with."
Aurora's heart raced. She could barely breathe as the full weight of their conversation sank in. Lucius Malfoy wanted Harry Potter outside of Hogwarts' walls, away from Dumbledore's protection, vulnerable to whatever trap they planned to spring. And Umbridge—foolish, power-hungry Umbridge—was eager to help.
"I will see what can be done," Umbridge said, her voice dripping with ambition. "The boy is close to Granger and Weasley. Perhaps one of them could be... used."
Malfoy's smirk deepened. "Make it happen, and ensure that Dumbledore is discredited in the process. The Dark Lord has little patience for failure, and I am sure you will pay with no less than your life should you fail."
Umbridge shivered at the threat, and even Aurora felt a cold sweat run down her neck. It was well-known how ruthless and cruel the Dark Lord could be, and there was no doubt he would torture and even murder Umbridge should she fail.
The woman suddenly stiffened, a strange vindictive and evil glint entering her gaze. "I will not fail. Potter will fall for my trap, and I know which girl to use in order to draw him out of the castle."
Girl? She must mean Granger- her and Potter are close. Aurora felt a strange jealousy settle in at that thought, and shook it off. Why would I be jealous over Potter's girlfriend?
"Good." Lucius said. "See that you succeed."
With that, Lucius turned sharply on his heel and melted back into the shadows, leaving Umbridge standing alone in the moonlit clearing, her face tight with determination. Aurora watched her for a moment longer, her heart pounding in her chest, before slowly retreating into the shadows.
Chapter 12
Chapter Text
Amelia had taken the initiative and sent a letter arranging ther second date, picking out a nice restaraunt Narcissa assured him was very private and out of the way. It actually relieved him that she had done all the work to get everything set, yet at the same time he felt somewhat guilty seeing as it was him who asked her on a date in the first place, and the woman had ended up deciding the details of their date both times…
He had secretly taken the floo to get to Diagon Alley, and from there it had been a short walk off a side street that headed towards Gringotts. He soon found himself approaching a cozy small building that almost looked like a townhome that had a sign outside which marked it as his destination. He made to turn as walk into the place, only to stumble slightly as his date came into view from nearby.
She walked out of the shadow of a nearby alley, a happy smile on her bright red lips as her blue eyes met his own. Amelia's long red hair was let down in waves, falling down and over her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore an expensive green cocktail dress, the dress itself emphasizing her fit hourglass form and leading down to long legs on black very-high heels. But what really got his attention, and probably most males, were the pair of massive breasts showcased by her dress. Harry was sure that Amelia Bones had the biggest pair of boobs he had seen, and he knew it would be almost painful to avoid glancing at them for the next few hours.
"Harry, how good to see you again." Amelia greeted kindly when they finally reached each other, going ahead and giving him a peck on the lips.
It caused Harry to blush for some reason, and for her to preen. "You as well, Amelia."
"Thank you." She smiled, gesturing towards the restaurant. "Now how about we head on in and sit down? It's been some time since I've had a relaxing meal."
He nodded and followed the busty redhead, walking behind her and letting his gaze fall down to her big fit dum that stood out like a shelf. Damn, look at that arse. Harry watched it as she walked, before being able to bring his gaze back up and concentrate.
There was something about Amelia that did something to him. He was used to being around beautiful and sensational women at this point, with Narcissa and Julia to name a few, but there was just something about Amelia that turned him into a bubbling teenage hormone-motivated mess.
Amelia Bones was clearly a successful and powerful older witch, beautiful and sexy to the point Harry was sure she had plenty of men willing to marry her. But there was something else that attracted him to her, something perverse and dark. In a way, he was certain she was similar to his own mother if she were still alive. And while he wouldn't admit to having an oedipus complex, it was sort of perverse that the woman he was going on a date with was so similar to Lily Evans in her looks.
He had stared at the photos of his beautiful mother, spent many nights admiring her in the mirror of erisad, and now he couldn't help but compare Amelia to her. And as much as Harry knew it was wrong to do so, he still couldn't help the perverse nature of his fascination and their odd relationship.
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Daphne Greengrass sat in the main courtyard of the castle, the latest homework for charms class sitting across her lap. She sat there in the cool autumn air, a green scarf wrapped around her neck, and her blonde hair fluttering lightly in the breeze.
She didn't have any other intentions by sitting out by the castle entrance, and she certainly wasn't waiting for Harry to return from his date. I hope it goes well…
"Ah, Daphne, so lovely to see you again," A nearby voice purred, her French accent thick, adding a touch of charm to her words. "I was just watching Harry as he left ze castle. He is looking so handsome, and seems to be doing so well despite everything, don't you think?"
Daphne's eyes narrowed, though she maintained her composed expression. She turned to face the bane of her existence, Fleur Delacour, the newest student to Hogwarts who just so happened to have an obsession with her boyfriend. "Harry's doing fine, yes." she said, her tone crisp. "Though I'm sure you'd like to pretend otherwise."
Fleur's smile widened, the smugness in her gaze unmistakable. "Pretend? Oh, no, ma chère. I don't need to pretend anything. I simply wonder how long you zink you can keep his attention. After all I am older, more experienced, more mature. Harry is, how do you say… still discovering what he really wants?"
Daphne's jaw tightened imperceptibly, knowing there was truth in the words of the French Veela. As much as she hated to admit it, Daphne did have deep concerns about herself being too young and inexperienced in comparison to Harry's other lovers. She might not think about it much, or even speak about it, but the concern was still there. "I think Harry knows exactly what he wants, and it's not you. Your charms might work on the boys at Beauxbatons, but Harry doesn't fall for cheap tricks."
"Cheap? Oh no, Daphne. Zere is nothing cheap about me. You forget, I am Veela. My beauty, my allure, zey are not tricks. Zey are who I am." She stepped closer, her voice low and honeyed. "And Harry, well, let's just say he could be tempted by someone a bit more… mature."
Daphne's gaze hardened, though she refused to let Fleur see how much she was beginning to irritate her. She knew what the French witch was doing, she was putting on a show of force to intimidate her. The girl wanted Daphne to know how much better she was than here, and how attractive her age and hot French accent was. Fleur could definitely speak English without accenting her words like she was doing, but did it as a way to prove her point. And that she was also a French Veela, someone who could drive men wild in the bedroom.
"Mature?" she repeated, a hint of disdain in her voice. "You think that just because you're older and have Veela blood, you can waltz in and take whatever—or whoever—you want?"
"I do not have to take anyzing, Daphne. I simply allow people to see what is already zere. Harry is, well, he is a boy. And boys are drawn to beauty, to confidence. I am both." She smiled sweetly, but her words were a sharp dig. "And unlike you, I know how to keep a man's attention."
"You think you're so much more than me because you've had more experience?" Daphne asked, her voice icily composed. "That because you're beautiful, you can just breeze through life without putting in any real effort?"
Fleur's smile became almost predatory. "Beauty opens many doors, Daphne. You should know zat well enough. But I also know zat Harry… he is drawn to strength, to someone who understands 'im. And you, with your coldness, your pride, do you really believe you are zat person?"
Daphne's eyes darkened. "I don't have to explain myself to you, Delacour. Harry values more than just looks or charm, and he certainly doesn't need someone as shallow as you trying to distract him."
"Shallow? Non, I am simply realistic. You may think zat your arrogance keeps him intrigued, but Harry is young. He is curious. And I… well, I offer somesing you never could. Maturity. Passion." Her voice lowered again, her words a soft whisper. "And zat is what will win him over in the end."
"Harry doesn't need to be won over." She said quietly, but with steel in her tone. "He already knows what he wants. And it's not you, someone who's probably been ran through by half the boys from her old school."
Daphne finally seemed to score a hit on the girl, as the Veela's nostrils flared in anger, her eyes glaring daggers. "I would be careful if I were you. You may think you have him now, but boys like Harry, they can be swayed. And I am very good at swaying."
Daphne's lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. "Try all you want, Delacour. But Harry doesn't need some self-obsessed Veela who thinks her looks are all that matter."
Fleur's eyes flashed with annoyance, but she masked it with a haughty laugh. "Oh, Daphne, you sound jealous, and perhaps you should be. You cannot keep him forever, and when he starts to wonder what else is out zere… I will be waiting."
With that, Fleur turned on her heel, her silvery hair swaying as she strode away, her head held high, as though she had already won.
Daphne stood there for a moment, her gaze following Fleur's retreating form. The irritation gnawed at her, but she refused to let it show. Fleur might think she had the upper hand, but Daphne knew Harry better than that. She wasn't about to let some smug, arrogant Veela think she could simply swoop in and take what wasn't hers.
Not without a fight.
And Daphne Greengrass wasn't one to lose.
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Rita Skeeter knew she had a story.
No. She had the story. It wasn't the normal story bashing Dumbledore or going after Potter for being an attention-seeking brat, it was something even more insane. Filthy gossip columns and slanderous articles had been her specialty for years at this point, breaking and exposing scandalous relationships and flings. But now she had the biggest gossip story of the year. No, the century.
Harry Potter was going on a date with Amelia fucking Bones!
The Boy-Who-Lived with Britain's Iron Lady. It was a match made in heaven, or hell, depending on the person. Harry Potter, likely the most famous wizard alive, and one of the strongest wizards alive as well. And he was paired with Amelia Bones, who was definitely the strongest Witch alive, and the woman who took down the Dark Lord's right hand, Bellatrix Lestrange.
The story was almost too good, and for a minute she considered if it really was true that Potter was plotting with Dumbledore to overthrow the Ministry. The rest of her coworkers had been writing articles like that for months at this point, yelling about the secret plan Dumbledore had to overthrow the Minister and take power for himself. It was all dragon-dung in her mind, but she had to wonder if Potter meeting with Amelia Bones was really part of the whole conspiracy.
But no! The two were actually on a date, and if she was really seeing things correctly, Potter was actually charming the older witch!
"Tell me, Harry, what was it like fighting that dragon last year?" Amelia Bones asked, blinking her eyelids suggestively as she leaned in, giving an insane view of her busty cleavage. The woman really was putting on a show for Potter.
"Terrifying, honestly." Potter cutely scratched his hair. "I feel like I barely made it out alive in the first task, and only managed to do so because I'm good with a broom. I'm sure you've had worse yourself, being an Auror and everything."
"I bet you are good with your other broom too." Rita heard Bones mutter under her breath. "Yes, but I do love my job. It can be long and hard, and even dangerous from time to time, but at the end of the day it is always worth it."
"I hope I'm not interfering with your schedule, with us going on a date?" Harry said.
"Oh, I managed to fit in time for us to have fun." Bones replied with a seductive smile. "I'll have not problem fitting in the time for our next one as well."
Rita felt her eye twitch, knowing the woman was omitting the fact she had likely spent most of the day working on her appearence. The suggestion she had simply thrown on some clothes and hopped in the floo to meet Potter was ridiculous.
"Next one?" Harry nearly stuttered, before blushing. "I mean, that sounds great."
"Perfect." Bones breathed huskily, slowly reaching an arm down under the table to stroke Potter's thigh. "But before you go, I think you deserve a little reward."
Potter suddenly grit his teeth and inhaled sharply at Amelia's action, and Rita flew down in her insect form to see what was going on.
A grotesque impression of a massive cock was outlined on Potter's trousers, the huge tube running along his thigh and leading to the impression of what was clearly its fat head down close to his knee. It startled Rita, and she unknowingly landed on one of Amelia's large breasts, only for the woman so flick the pesky fly off.
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"Would you like me to take care of you, Harry?" Amelia asked with lust as she massaged his shaft through his trousers.
It had been to much to handle with Amelia, from her flirting, gentle touches, bountiful cleavage that bounced with the slightest breath, and now her stroking his erect shaft. He started to generate pre-cum, the liquid pooling at the end of his clothed cock and creating a wet spot on his trousers.
"I-I-" He stuttered worriedly, looking around the room as he worried about possible onlookers. They were in a private room, the door closed but Harry knew someone could still walk in on them.
Amelia fetched her wand, non-verbally casting a spell that hit the door. "There. Now no one will walk in on us. Now, are you ready?"
He shakily nodded, and Amelia knelt between his legs as he sat in the chair. His trousers came undone wandlessly, all of it falling to the floor as Amelia watched on. His shaft was finally exposed, already hard and huge from his date.
She watched it with awe, staring wide-eyed as pre-cum gently fell from its tip. Amelia reached out carefully, gripping it at the base. "It's huge."
Harry swallowed. "Thanks."
Amelia suddenly moved, her hands going to her dress as she shrugged off her dress. Two huge breasts were exposed to the world, and it was Harry's turn to stare. The were massive, bigger than Narcissa's, and each breast was comparable in size to Amelia's own head.
She looked up at him with her breasts exposed, a somewhat sly smile on her face. "Have you ever seen breasts this big before?"
"No." Harry answered honestly, mesmerized by the sight. "They're huge."
"I'll take that as a compliment." The redhead smirked at his words, as she grabbed each breast with her palms before mashing and bouncing them together sensationally.
She moved in with them, pressing them on either side of his humongous shaft as she massaged his organ. Harry could do nothing but stare wide-eyed, not expecting their relationship to reach this point so soon. Before him knelt Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE, and she was giving him the best tit-job imaginable.
His release came faster than he could have anticipated, the excitement over the redhead MILF fueling his lust in that moment. Amelia's huge breasts continued to massage his shaft, the feeling so heavenly that he felt his legs weaken as Harry unleashed his load.
Amelia smirked, stroking his cock with her tongue out as he came. His white seed covered most of her face with his first load, the second load hitting her open mouth violently. It continued on, Harry groaning with release as he came over and over again on her face as Amelia devoured his seed. It was her victory, her triumph that had led to Harry letting loose such a large load, and he had been powerless to resist her.
Harry finally finished, groaning as he leaned against the nearby table for support. His cum had gone everywhere, nearly covering Amelia's entire face as well as parts of the nearby walls and floor. A nearby fly in the room had even managed to get stuck in one of his cum puddles. It had been one of his hardest orgasms to date, and Amelia had extracted it from him almost effortlessly. He looked on as the busty redhead witch devoured his remaining seed on her face, sexily wiping it off and sticking it in her mouth.
"Now then, are you ready for the rest of our date?" Amelia asked, a content smile on her face.
"O-Of course." Harry stumbled over his words, not used to such a confident woman, as he stood up and hurriedly tucked away his shaft. "Should we the place up clean up first?"
"Oh, don't bother. The elves will take care of the cleaning." With that done, Amelia grabbed his arm and they left.
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Rita Skeeter transformed back. Her face, no, her entire body, was covered in cum. It had stained her clothes, soaked her to the bone, and coated her hair in thick seed.
She coughed it up, spitting up cum with every exhale as she desperately tried to recover. She could feel it with every fiber of her being, the powerful wizard cum, Potter's cum. Even as she tried to resist it she knew it was futile.
She sat up while breathing heavily, desperately trying to stave off her arousal. But it was pointless, and as the minutes dragged by the nearby cum puddle next to her only looked more and more enticing.
With a lunge she finally jumped on it, licking up Potter's cum like a dog. She was a bitch in heat, desperate for nourishment of the magic from a powerful wizard.
When she was finished, Rita Skeeter flew out the window, leaving no cum puddles behind.