Chapter 19
Chapter Text
12 Grimmauld Place was undergoing what could best be described as organized chaos. After Harry's vision, he had quickly assembled all of his allies in order to stop Voldemort from breaking his followers out of Azkaban. Or more specifically, to make sure that there were no followers for him to break out in the first place.
"To summarize things, after we arrive at the prison, myself and Nymphadora will distract the guards and make sure they don't interfere." Amelia said, ignoring how Tonks reddened in embarrassment at the use of her name. "While that is happening, everyone else will enter the prison and eliminate all the inmates located on the upper levels."
All of them stood around the dining table, looking over a map of Azkaban, while Fleur worked on the portkeys in the other room. Their group had expanded in size since the summer, with Sirius, Narcissa, Julia, Amelia, Tonks, and Andromeda all ready to fight with him.
He had heard quite a bit about Narcissa's sister, Andromeda Tonks, from Narcissa. In Harry's mind, the woman was every bit as beautiful as Narcissa, albeit brown hair instead of blonde. He would describe her as a dominant and confident MILF with a body begging to be put in its place. She wasn't seductive and teasing like Julia, nor reserved and proper like her blonde sister, but instead somewhere in between. And it was driving Harry wild.
"Tell me, did your vision show how Voldemort plans to attack the prison in the first place?" Andromeda asked him.
"Only that he planned to attack later in the day when the guards change rotation." Harry answered.
"Then we should go completely undetected." Andromeda stated. "If everything goes to plan, we should be in and out before the Death Eaters even show up."
"That's the idea." Amelia agreed. "The aurors on guard will be distracted, allowing you to slip in. And when Voldemort shows up to free his followers, he'll find them dead. If we're even lucky, the aurors on guard will see Voldemort first-hand when he attacks the prison. That would at least convince others that he is back, and may even be enough to convince Fudge."
"I doubt that." Harry muttered under his breath.
"And what if the Dark Lord shows up while we're there?" Andromeda inquired, briefly glancing at Nymphadora. "I don't want my daughter getting caught in a situation she can't handle."
"Mom!" Tonks whined. "I'm an auror, I can handle myself."
"Hush, dear."
"If Voldemort shows up, then I will handle him." Harry said, silencing the room. Everyone looked at him as if he had gone mad, and he spoke up again before anyone could interject. "I defeated him in my first year, and then dealt with a nasty dark artifact he created in my second. And during the final task of the triwizard tournament, I managed to fend him off long enough to escape."
Harry looked up at the room's occupants, well aware of their attention being focused solely on him. "Trust me with this. If Voldemort shows up, I will fight him. But the only thing I can ask… is for all of you to help with this mission."
There was silence after he finished talking, and he waited for the final shoe to drop. He knew this would be the moment when they all gave up, having lost faith in him and not being strong enough to potentially fight Voldemort. It had been a long shot for this group to even form in the first place, and he certainly didn't think they would go as far as to raid Azkaban. But that was when Narcissa suddenly grasped his hand and gave him a comforting look.
"There is no need for you to even ask such a thing, Harry." Narcissa smiled. "We're all in this together."
"You seem to forget that I'm an auror, Harry." Amelia added from her spot. "Risking my life is part of the job."
"This will hardly be the most dangerous situation I've been in." Julia raised her chin.
"Heh, it wouldn't hurt to go back to Azkaban again… if only to burn it down." Sirius smirked. "We'll follow you to the end, Harry."
Andromeda sighed. "How did I get roped into this?"
"Because I'm your favorite cousin?" Sirius joked.
"If that is all, I believe we should make our final preparations before we depart." Amelia said, as the room's occupants then began to disperse. Harry went to leave, only for Narcissa to suddenly grasped his arm and hold him till everybody left.
"I have something to ask of you." She said quietly.
"Tell me."
"Please spare my sister, Harry." Narcissa begged. "I'll do anything."
He knew exactly which sister Narcissa was referring to. The woman who had been Voldemort's right hand in the last war, and it was even rumored she had been the man's lover. She had been the strongest born witch in a century, and someone Voldemort likely saught out to recruit before he began twisting and breaking her mind.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
He looked at Narcissa then, seeing her vulnerable and pleading expression. It made him wonder how her sister could even turn into such a monster, and if she could even be redeemed. But the same could be said about Narcissa not too long ago, and now she was on his side.
Narcissa was his. She used to be the wife of his enemy, the mother of his bully, and directly in league with the Death Eaters. She had status in society, being one of the notorious Black Sisters, and that was without mentioning her looks, being blonde, buxom, and gorgeous.
And Harry supposed that Bellatrix was the same to Voldemort as Narcissa was to him. What if I took Bellatrix from Voldemort?
It was an intriguing thought, one that made his cock throb with vindictive desire. He imagined Bellatrix on her hands and knees, screaming and moaning as he took her. He could already imagine her exclamations about how much better he was than Voldemort...
But why stop at just one Black sister…
"There will be a price." He warned her.
Allowing the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange to still live was dangerous, even if it was something Narcissa wanted. And while he desired to keep his courtesan happy, there were limits to how far he was willing to go for such things.
"I'll pay it." Narcissa gained a determined expression. "Anything."
He imagined Bellatrix, her beautiful and buxom form wrapped in expensive black lingerie that matched her hair. She would be in a bedroom waiting for him, but not just her, but also a curvy brunette witch. He pictured the brunette MILF he had met for the first time earlier, the one who was also Narcissa's sister.
"I want your sister." He answered, and before she could open her mouth to speak, he continued. "Both of them."
Bellatrix and Andromeda. Both of them were married to other men, even if one of which was going to be dead soon. As for Andromeda, he had seen that brunette MILF and knew it would be only a matter of time till she was his. There was no way a woman like her would slip through his grasp.
The bombshell blonde understood what he was demanding of her, and she nodded. "I'll do it."
He soon left the room and went to join the others in their final preparations, only to be confronted by Fleur.
She held out a fleur-de-lis ornament to him. "I have made all ze portkeys we need."
"Thank you, Fleur." Harry smiled at her, taking the portkey, while the Veela's cheeks reddened. "I appreciate all of your help. Are you sure you want to come with us?"
"Oui." Fleur nodded, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Ze Death Eaters need to be punished for ruining our tournament last year, non?"
Harry snorted in amusement. To him, the Triwizard Tournament felt like it was a lifetime ago. He had grown so much stronger in every way that mattered since then, and he could hardly be called the same person.
The Harry Potter from the year before would have never taken the initiative like he was now, building up a small army and preparing to strike Voldemort where it hurt. Even now, he was about to raid Azkaban and eliminate all of Voldemort's Death Eaters imprisoned there. It was something the old Harry would never even consider doing, and he doubted Dumbledore would ever risk something like this.
"It's hard to believe it was only a few months ago we were competing in that. And yet here we are, no longer competitors but allies fighting the good fight."
"Oui." Fleur shifted with unease, her gaze briefly going to the portkey she handed him. "Harry, I need to tell you-"
"Alright everyone, it's time to pull the greatest prank of the century… a reverse prison break!" Sirius suddenly exclaimed, cutting Fleur off and getting the room's attention.
"We can talk later." Harry told the Veela, setting off to join the others. It's time to strike back against Voldemort.
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The waves crashed violently against the rocks of the island behind them, and the smell of sea salt would have been more prevalent if it weren't for the overwhelming sense of despair. The presence of the dementors around the island was almost overwhelming, and it nearly drowned out all of his senses.
He could see the prison in front of them, a massive, towering monolith that was damn near impossible to miss. Black shapes that were dementors swarmed around the structure, coming and going as they often soared up into the atmosphere or even entered the prison itself.
Sirius stood as his side, and Harry suddenly felt bad about making him return here. "How did you even break out of this place?"
"I have no idea." Sirius said as if in a trance, staring straight ahead. "I remember seeing Pettigrew in the paper, and after that I just wanted to get out and protect you from him. Next thing I knew, I had somehow made my way onto the next boat out of here."
They had all arrived at the edge of the island, with Amelia and Tonks heading off to distract the prison's auror guards. That left himself, Sirius, Narcissa, Julia, Andromeda, and Fleur to eliminate the imprisoned Death Eaters.
Some of the dementors were getting dangerously close, and Harry equipped his wand. He performed the patronus charm as he always did, imagining himself with his parents before making the proper wand movement. "Expecto Patronum."
A fizzle of silver mist left his wand. Why can't I do the spell?
He went to do it again, but a different memory tickled at the edge of his mind this time. He thought of his girls, of Narcissa and Julia, and then Amelia and Daphne. He pictured all of the intimate moments he shared with them, and then how their happy future would play out together. "Expecto Patronum!"
The spell worked this time, and a bright silver stag left his wand. It charged out towards the nearby dementors surrounding the prison and chased them all away, leaving the group of them safe where they stood.
"That was very impressive." Andromeda complimented from the side, studying him with a strange look in her eye.
"That's my godson!" Sirius smiled proudly, patting him on the shoulder.
Harry couldn't help but smile. "It should be safe to enter now."
The group of them made their way inside through a side entrance of the prison, one Amelia had instructed them to use. The redhead had gone on to distract the rest of the guards earlier, and their group only had to wait a bit before they risked entering.
"Looks like Bones did it." Julia remarked once they were inside, seeing that there were no guards around to notice them.
Harry only nodded, and they found a stairwell before ascending it to the upper levels. It would be more difficult for a prisoner to escape the higher up he was, and combined with the dementors up in the atmosphere, it would make for a truly miserable existence to live here. Magical prisons weren't something to scoff that, Harry decided, and he felt even more greatful that Sirius was able to escape this place and come find them.
"It's this level." Sirius said after a while of climbing, his tone having a severity to it that it usually lacked.
Harry suddenly realized Sirius knew the exact location of their targets, seeing as his godfather's cell would have been right next to all the other Death Eaters. The Ministry had believed he was the one to betray the Potters to Voldemort after all, meaning he would have been kept with the worst of the bunch.
Their group headed down the hallway Sirius pointed out, passing several empty cells as they walked. That was when they came across the first prisoner, a skinny man with a long face and shaggy hair. He looked rough and dirty, but for some reason his eyes and demeanor was still sharp.
"Augustus Rookwood." Narcissa identified him to the group as they all stared at the man. "The Dark Lord's spy in the Department of Mysteries."
"Black." Rookwood stared only at Sirius, ignoring the rest of them. "I thought you escaped."
"I did." Sirius replied, glaring at the man. "I came back to take care of all of you before Voldemort could."
Rookwood gave no visible reaction to his words. "So you were a blood-traitor this whole time."
While the two conversed, Narcissa nudged him and they began to move along. Julia, Fleur, and Andromeda were beginning to eliminate the other inmates in their cells, and it would only take a few minutes until every Death Eater imprisoned was dead.
Harry looked in each cell, observing the criminals and murderers that served Voldemort in the last war. All of them were the worst people imaginable in his mind, the kind that would kill him and his friends without hesitation. They were just like Pettigrew and the other Death Eaters back in that graveyard, the ones who killed and then mocked Cedric Diggory's dead body.
It was after he passed a pair of twins in separate cells that Narcissa stopped in front of him, looking in a cell with wide eyes.
"Itty-bitty-Cissy." A deranged woman called out as if teasing her. "Where's little Draco and Lucie?"
Harry made his way forward and saw who Narcissa was talking to. Even after years in Azkaban, along with the grime and dirt that came with it, she could be called beautiful. Tall and buxom with long black hair and an aristocratic face. He could see the resemblance between Bellatrix and her sisters.
"And who's this?" Bellatrix looked at him, her eyes narrowing as she inspected him. "He almost looks like a Potter."
"His name is Harry Potter, Bellatrix." Narcissa answered, her voice almost faint.
At her answer, the black-haired woman threw herself forwards and against the bars. "You! You're the one who hurt master!"
"I did." Harry answered calmly. "Luckily, he survived."
"It wasn't luck!" Bellatrix snarled. "The Dark Lord will be back! He will come for me!"
"No, he won't." He said. "Right now all of your fellow comrades are getting put down like dogs."
"He'll still come! Even if I'm the last one here, he'll still come for me!" She said with some desperation. "I'm better than all that rabble!"
He looked over at Narcissa. "You still want to free her?"
Narcissa sighed, and her wand snapped out to stun Bellatrix. "At the end of the day, she is still my sister."
Harry waved his wand and the bars of Bellatrix's cell dissapeared. Narcissa then levitated her sister, moving her out into the hallway as if she was floating on a stretcher.
"You've got to be shitting me." Sirius said, making his way towards them with a foul expression. "I'm not going to let you free her, Narcissa."
"We're not freeing her." Harry said, sparing Cissy from having to argue with Sirius. "We'll take her back to headquarters and keep her locked up. Trust me, Sirius, we're not going to let her run back to Voldemort."
"Fine. Just know that I'm going to kill her stinking husband and his brother. I can do that much for Frank and Alice after all these years." Sirius said bitterly. "If there's anyone in here that needs to die, it's them."
Chapter 20
Chapter Text
The imprisoned Death Eaters were all taken care of, Bellatrix was in their custody, and everything so far had gone according to plan. All that was left to do was leave the prison and reach the edge of the island's wards, and from there they could all portkey back to Grimmauld Place.
It was only once they were about to leave that Amelia appeared, hurrying towards them from the stairwell with a panicked look on her face.
"Amelia? What's going on?"
"The wards have been breached, directly above the prison!" The redhead said urgently, and he felt himself freeze. "I sent word to the Ministry to send backup, but it will be some time before more aurors arrive."
The prison's wards being breached could only mean one thing, being that intruders were attempting to break into the prison. And the only person Harry could think of who would do such a thing was Voldemort.
As if to coincide with his thoughts perfectly, an explosion suddenly erupted and they all ducked for cover. The walls of the prison, along with nearly the entire roof, was blown apart and ripped away. It exposed the uppermost part of the prison to the elements, leaving all of them outside and caught in the open.
Harry could now look up and see up into the dark clouds above the prison, filled with floating dementors along with black shapes that danced through the sky. Suddenly a group of those dark shapes dashed downwards towards the prison, and they landed to reveal Voldemort, along with several of his Death Eaters.
"Potter…" Voldemort's eyes were on him, glaring with hatred. "What are you doing here?"
Harry equipped his wand as everyone around him readied to defend themselves. They all knew there was a chance that Voldemort could show up during their operation, and it seemed that their worst fears had been realized.
"The same thing as you, I suppose." Harry answered calmly. "But rather, instead of freeing your followers, I decided to kill them instead."
The Dark Lord's destructive entrance had blown apart a good chunk of the nearby cells, and a look from Voldemort confirmed that his men were, in fact, dead. It only seemed to make the man more angry, and Harry could see his red eyes blaze in fury.
"It's over, Voldemort." Harry boasted, even though he knew goading the Dark Lord was a bad idea. "All of your most loyal followers are dead."
He expected Voldemort to begin throwing killing curses then and there, or even to begin issuing threats and maybe even try and torture him. But instead the Dark Lord gained a look of calmness, as if losing his followers didn't bother him in the slightest.
"Dead? No. You are mistaken, Potter." Voldemort slowly began to circle him, studying him as if looking for weakness. "I can simply stomp my feet and get new followers, as losing them doesn't bother me in the least. You see, I suppose that I ought to teach you a lesson about Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter. Even in death, my Death Eaters still serve."
The Dark Lord rose off the ground then, floating effortlessly into the air through unassisted flight. He spread out his arms, and his eyes changed from red to pure black. He opened his mouth and began to speak, doing so in a bizarre language Harry had never heard before.
Suddenly, unearthly growls and screams came from the prison all around them, and the dead bodies of Voldemort's Death Eaters came back to life.
"He turned them into inferi!" Julia seemed to recognize what was happening. "You need to use fire to get rid of them!"
"I suppose today is the day I kill you, Harry Potter." Voldemort said, as everyone around his began fighting. The Dark Lord's wand suddenly lashed out, and Harry's eyes widened. "Avada Kedavra!"
He leapt to the side and raised his own wand to retaliate, only to have to shield instead. A flurry of spells splashed against his conjured barrier before he could blink, and a particularly dark curse shattered it completely.
"You'll have to do better than that, Harry Potter!" Voldemort taunted him. "Crucio!"
Harry spun around the unforgivable, and sent his own spells at the Dark Lord. "Diffindo! Confringo! Reducto!"
His first spell created three blades that Voldemort barely sidestepped in time before one of them ripped part of his cloak. Harry's next spell was shielded by the Dark Lord, but his last spell managed to destroy the shield.
Voldemort stumbled back and hissed in fury. He moved his wand and levitated a nearby chunk of stone before sending it hurtling his way.
"Expulso!" Harry chanted, blasting the large stone into a thousand pieces before transfiguring many of them into spikes. He then launched all of them back at Voldemort, who tried to deflect his attack to the side with banishing charm.
It worked, for the most part, except that one of his transfigured spikes got through and nicked Voldemort across the cheek. It drew a line of blood that ran down his face, and Harry felt a deep sense of satisfaction from the partial victory.
Voldemort briefly held a hand to his cheek, and held it out to look at the blood on his hand before glaring back at Harry. He then opened his mouth and spoke that strange, dark language from before, and suddenly a new horde of inferi descended upon him.
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Her conjured whip made of flame cracked once again, and another inferi was blown apart and incinerated to pieces. Behind her, Julia Zabini could hear the others in their group chanting all kinds of fire-based spells in an effort to destroy the undead.
It was a demonstration of the power that Lord Voldemort possessed that he was able to create and command so many inferius so easily. Reanimating the dead was no simple task, but doing so with a number this numerous was a grand feat.
Julia knew quite a bit about the Dark Arts, having delved somewhat into Necromancy herself. She might have spent most of her career learning about beautification, seduction, and assassination-related magic, but that didn't mean she was a neophyte when it came to the more obscure fields of dark magic. It was how she was the first to be able to recognize what Voldemort was doing, and act accordingly.
Another inferi charged at her then, breaking her out of her thoughts. The reanimated corpse wore ragged prisoner robes, and Julia could recognize it as the dead form of Alecto Carrow.
It was hard to tell the Carrow twins apart, both of them ugly from centuries of inbreeding. The female Carrow twin, Alecto, almost looked more masculine than her brother. And as her reanimated corpse charged towards her, Julia couldn't help but think that the woman looked just as ugly after death as she did during life.
She slashed her wand down, bringing down her fire whip and snapping the inferi in half. The two pieces of Alecto Carrow then burned from the whip's flames, and Julia turned to see Andromeda Tonks headed towards her.
"Be on your guard." Andromeda said warily, eyeing their surroundings. "The Death Eaters are letting us get distracted by the inferi before they attack."
She nodded and began looking around, seeing Harry and Voldemort going toe to toe from a good distance away. She looked to another part of the prison to see Narcissa and Amelia Bones fighting in tandem as a group of Inferi attacked them while Death Eaters showered the duo with spells.
Suddenly, a Death Eater went sailing out of a nearby doorway before landing roughly against a half-destroyed wall. The masked man groaned and managed to get back up, before jumping away just in time to avoid two pink curses.
"I know it's you behind that mask, Selwyn!" Sirius Black yelled as he ran out from the same doorway he sent the Death Eater through, chasing after him. "Don't you run away from me, you cunt!"
"He seems to have that one dealt with." Julia remarked with some amusement.
"Indeed." Andromeda agreed.
Most of the Death Eaters and inferi were dealt with at this point, leaving only Harry and Voldemort's duel. Their entire group had all left Julia's Lord to deal with Voldemort alone, and luckily Harry seemed to be holding his old.
She bit her lip and felt her thick thighs rub together as Harry effortlessly sidestepped two unforgivable curses, all while moving his wand to quickly cycle through different spell chains. All of which sent Voldemort on the defensive, and she could see that the Dark Lord was getting frustrated with how he had underestimated Harry.
It went to show that she had been right to give Harry Potter her loyalty, and Julia Zabini could only imagine how much stronger he would get in the future if he was managing to hold his own against the Dark Lord now. She licked her lips as one of Harry's curses smashed through Voldemort's defense and impacted his shoulder, causing the pale wizard to holler in pain.
It left his wand arm injured, and Julia knew that Harry would have an easier time defeating him now. But that was when the Dark Lord lunged forward, using a strange spell to animate his robes. His cloak moved like tentacles, and he slapped Harry aside harshly, sending her lover to the ground violently and causing him to lose hold of his wand. Julia felt her stomach drop as her eyes widened in horror, getting ready to enter the fight and save him. But it was Narcissa who moved first.
"Harry!" Narcissa moved in front of his form, and not a moment too late.
A cutting curse that was meant for him hit Narcissa instead, cutting off blonde's arm at the elbow.
"CISSY!" Andromeda screamed in horror, moving forward with Julia not too far behind her.
Yet it was Harry who reached Narcissa first, his wand in hand as Voldemort's evil laughter filled the background. He moved himself in front of her and pointed his wand at the Dark Lord, right as Voldemort cast his own curse.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
A beam of green met one of bright red light, and all of them were sent reeling back. A shield of light formed where Harry's and Voldemort's spells collided, enveloping both of their forms as their magic pressed against one another. But it wasn't just them who was affected by the strange magic, as the very prison was beginning to shake and fall apart all around them.
"My Lord!" "Harry!" "Potter!" Various cries rang out, and her master spoke to them through gritted teeth.
"Get out of here!" Harry managed to grit out as he fought the Dark Lord. "I'll be fine! And get Cissy out of here!"
That didn't stop Sirius Black from trying to interrupt their duel, as he tried to penetrate the strange magical barrier to no avail. Julia could tell Harry was winning, based on how he was pushing the point where their spells collided towards Voldemort. It was almost like a strange, reverse game of tug-of-war, where one side had to press their magic against the other.
As that way happening, Andromeda moved to grab Narcissa, and then levitated Bellatrix's unconscious form. The three Black sisters then headed to the stairway that would lead them out of the prison. The rest of the group wasn't far behind, realizing they would be of no use while Harry fought Voldemort inside the strange bubble.
The prison was crumbling, the dementors were waiting to strike, and hopefully the aurors would show up soon. It was the perfect opportunity to flee, as Nymphadora Tonks practically began dragging Sirius out, while Julia found herself alone as she watched Harry and Voldemort duel. It was hard to believe that so many people refused to believe Harry Potter's warnings about the Dark Lord's return, especially with Azkaban in shambles all around them.
But she knew the Ministry would still deny Voldemort's return. Fudge had proven how persistent he was on that front, and Julia was almost tempted to seduce and use the imperius curse on the man. She still remembered their bitter failure in dealing with Umbridge, and sooner or later they would have to take serious action.
Action needs to be taken now. Voldemort would know about their secret group after this encounter, and simply eliminating his imprisoned Death Eaters wouldn't be enough. They would actually need to prove the Dark Lord was back in order to call this mission a success, and Julia Zabini had the perfect way to prove it.
She reached into her expanded handbag, sorting through it and pulling out a camera. It was a useful item to have for blackmail, but it would serve a different purpose this time around. She pointed it at Harry and Voldemort's duel before snapping a photo.
It seems Rita would have some work to do after this.
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"Quit whining, Cissy." Andromeda scolded her younger sister as they made their way to the edge of the island. "You sound like a child, it's only a missing arm. You'll get it reattached soon."
She knew she should have been nicer, especially since Narcissa was suffering blood loss from the partly-missing limb. Luckily, the woman's arm was in her grasp, and would easily be reattached once they reached the safety of Grimmauld Place.
"Hopefully there's no scar." Narcissa slurred. "Harry's women don't deserve scars."
It was just her luck that she was left to drag both a delirious Narcissa, and an unconscious Bella to safety. All while the rest of their group was left to deal with Harry Potter's nonsense, along with a horde of dementors that would probably attack them soon.
She eventually reached the edge of the island where the wards ended, and Andromeda awkwardly got all of them into position to use the portkey. Once activated, it delivered them back to the living room of the townhouse, leaving Bellatrix's limp body laying on the floor. Meanwhile Narcissa fell into a nearby chair, allowing Andromeda to lean next to her and begin the process of reattaching her arm.
"It's a clean cut, so everything should heal and be back to normal in the next day or so." She said after examining the wound, lining up the woman's severed appendage and beginning to cast the spells to reattach it.
"Mmm. You're a good sister." Narcissa slurred. "I'm sorry that I treated you so horribly."
"We've gone over this before." Her sister's words made Andromeda pause, a warm feeling of happiness filling her. "Still, thank you."
"Hard to believe you're satisfied with that mudblood." Narcissa continued speaking, even as the flesh of her arm began growing back together. "Does he even satisfy you?"
"I don't think that's any of your business." Andromeda frowned.
"Harry satisfies me." Narcissa smiled. "More that you would ever know. I love how he pounds me with his big cock, the way he pulls my hair and slaps my arse... I even had him fuck me in front of Lucius just to show how much of a man he is."
She nearly stumbled at that, finding it odd how this conversation has devolved into her sister bragging about her sex life. And yet Andromeda can't help but listen, enthralled by Narcissa's tales of being with a younger, virile wizard.
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Voldemort stood directly across from him with a furious expression of concentration on his face, one that Harry mirrored. Their spells were still evenly matched, their wands locked together, as Harry did his best to push the glowing collision point towards Voldemort.
His mind was a wreck, with thoughts of Narcissa's injury making him feel even worse. The man in front of him had taken so much from Harry, and no matter how hard he tried, it felt like his life would only only get worse with him around.
He thought of how far he came. He pictured his family, of Daphne, Amelia, Narcissa, and Julia. He thought of all the great times he had with them, and how he wanted to protect all of them from Voldemort. I can't lose them!
He yelled as he pushed hard, harder than ever before as the the light moved towards Voldemort. He could see the panicked look on the Dark Lord's face as the collision point neared him, and Harry gave one last push before the light reached Voldemort and exploded his wand.
The Dark Lord looked down at his destroyed wand and scorched hand in shock. He looked up at Harry as if seeing him for the first time, before his face scrunched up in fury.
It was then that Voldemort's robe once again became animated, lashing out at Harry as if it was made of tentacles. He managed to shield and banish parts of the cloth that came too close, but that was when he felt the chill of incoming dementors. A glance up confirmed they were coming, and Harry decided then that it was time for him to make his escape.
He turned sprinted to the edge of the prison, all the way to the destroyed walls that provided a view out into the sea. It was a big drop from the top of Azkaban, and without hesitation, Harry reached the ledge and jumped.
His hand moved into his pocket as he fell, and he pulled out the fleur-de-lis portkey that Fleur had made for him earlier. It would take him back to Grimmauld Place, and Harry channeled his magic into it and activated it.
The last thing he heard was Voldemort's yell of anger along with the presence of dementors, but by then he could feel himself spinning, the nauseating experience of magical travel taking hold as he was transported to his destination. However, he didn't arrive at Grimmauld Place, nor anywhere in London for that matter.
Instead he landed in the grounds of an immaculately landscaped magical home. A massive French Chateau loomed before him, its design and construction demonstrating just how wealthy its owner was.
Harry's eyes then drifted slowly down to his portkey, the one given to him by Fleur Delacour.
Chapter 21
Chapter Text
Harry let out a relaxing sigh as he rested on the Delacour's private beach, alone except for the beautiful mature Veela at his side. He basked in the warm sun, enjoying the cool breeze coming from the Mediterranean Sea as the waves splashed against the sand.
From his comfortable spot, Harry felt the troubles of the past day slowly slip away, ebbing away the frustration and anger he'd built up towards Voldemort. Even if he had been fighting for his life in Azkaban only a couple of hours ago, it was beginning to feel like that whole experience hadn't even happened.
He took a deep breath and sank deeper into his lounge chair, taking a sip of the fancy magical drink the house-elves had brought him. The beach he was residing on was magically protected from muggles, and probably enchanted a hundred other ways to be more hospitable to its inhabitants.
A woman giggled at his side, the pleasant noise sending delightful shivers through his spine. "I see you are enjoying yourself, 'Arry?"
He looked over to see a beautiful mature Veela sitting next to him, her body covered by a white bikini that did nothing but enhance her sinful form. He had heard that Fleur was part-Veela, not entirely belonging to the Veela race as she retained human qualities from her father. But it was clear that Apolline, Fleur's mother, was more Veela than her daughter, and even then, Harry would guess that normal Veela would be hard pressed to be as beautiful as her.
The woman went above and beyond every man's wet dream, especially when it came to her bodily proportions. Harry was sure that no muggle supermodel could obtain her figure without serious surgical modifications to their body. She possessed an unnaturally slim body for her age, hips and an arse that stuck out unnaturally, with perky large breasts that were nice and big, and unblemished skin that was almost reflective.
All of Harry's girls weren't nearly as perfect as her, whether it was Amelia and her huge tits, or Narcissa and her fat arse, Apolline Delacour almost seemed too perfectly proportioned in a way that came off as unnatural. He was struggling to find a flaw with the woman, and as he examined her body, a gentle hand reached over and grasped his chin, dragging his gaze to meet her own.
"Enjoying ze view, non?" She asked with some amusement, having noticed him ogling her. The Veela's gaze then went down to his swim trunks, and she raised a delicate eyebrow. "I can see zat someone is getting excited."
His cock was hard as a rock, as he had been sporting an erection nearly since he put eyes on Fleur's mother earlier. It was mind boggling how the woman was able to control him so easily, as with only a few minor touches and some sweet words she was able to make him forget everything.
He had arrived at the Delacour Chateau only a couple of hours ago, tired from his fight against Voldemort and with his pride wounded. He had dragged his companions into a fight after all, one that saw Narcissa lose her arm as she saved him from the Dark Lord.
And yet, when he used the portkey to flee Azkaban, it had brought him to Fleur's home in southern France instead of Grimmauld Place. That fact meant Fleur had betrayed him, but Harry didn't have time to entirely process that fact before the girl's mother descended upon him.
A tired and magically spent Harry Potter could do little to resist Apolline Delacour, and before he knew what happened, he was sitting comfortably beside the woman on her private beach. Harry just knew that his girls would be livid when they found out, but he didn't have the energy to find a way back to Grimmauld Place just yet.
Even if he wanted to escape, it would likely take Apolline's permission for him to use her floo, and it wouldn't help if he simply left her Chateau on foot. That was how Harry justified it, but really he was just using his time in France to relax and recuperate.
That said, he knew that Fleur's mother had ulterior motives, and could only assume they were sexual in nature. She was clearly trying to seduce him, wearing a skimpy bikini and giggling at his every word. And as much as Harry hated to admit it, it was working.
He grit his teeth in concentration, trying to break free of his lust and not let it consume him. "I didn't mean-"
"You're sweet, paying attention to an old woman like me." Apolline cut him off, and as if knowing he was fighting a battle with his own lust, she adjusted her bikini then and there.
He couldn't help but let his eyes fall to the movement, as she readjusted the straps of her bikini top. It made her large teardrop breasts bounce and emphasized them that much more, sending ripples through the titflesh. His cock jerked at the moment, and he felt precum pool at the tip of his shaft.
"Tell me, have you ever been with a woman like me, 'Arry?" Fleur's mother purred, the deep way she pronounced his name sending shivers of arousal straight to his cock.
He knew exactly what the woman was getting at, and already thoughts were entering his head of being with her in bed. It was almost overwhelming to think about, and he tried to think of something to make his lust go down. "I-I've been to the beach with my aunt Petunia before."
That had been one of the few good moments in his life before Hogwarts, where he got to visit the beach with the Dursleys. Even if the water had been too cold to swim in at the time, he still enjoyed seeing the ocean along with playing in the sand.
As if to make a mockery of his attempt to divert the conversation, Apolline laughed. "Ah, but I zink you know I did not mean it like zat, 'Arry. Instead, I was zinking something else…"
She reached over and grasped his arm, and in a quick movement she apparated them to a grandiose bedroom with the biggest bed he had ever seen. Harry found himself standing over the woman as she fell to her knees, pulling down his trousers as she did so to reveal his erect cock.
"Ah, zis is ze prize I was looking for." The Veela purred, her voice dripping with lust and sending reverberations through his hardening shaft. "Big and hard, and just for me. Is leetle 'Arry excited to see me?"
He didn't know if she was referring to himself or his cock in that moment, but it made him that much harder. He had surrendered to his own lust at this point, letting the older Veela do her thing as he desperately tried to keep his sanity.
She moved in before he could protest or do anything, her lips wrapping around the head of his shaft and gently sucking it. Harry inhaled sharply, feeling a warm sensation ripple down his cock and making him nearly paralyzed in pleasure.
He had gotten blowjobs before, but nothing like this. The Veela's mouth was soft and warm, making the part of himself in her felt as if it was in a hot tub while getting a S-tier massage. And the woman didn't stop there, descending down his shaft slowly without pause.
He watched as she didn't even pause to adjust to his girth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Suddenly, her tongue seemed to lash out and wrap around his cock like a serpent, circling his shaft inside her mouth in a way that was unnatural. All the while Apolline kept lowering her herself down his hardened pole, allowing his cock to enter deep into her mouth and then into her throat.
His eyes widened as her throat began to bulge out comically due to his thickness, as the MILF seemingly effortlessly took his cock all the way to the base. It was a skill he had never witnessed before, as none of his previous lovers could deepthroat him with such ease.
Harry took a deep breath to steady himself, not expecting such skill or pleasure, or for the Veela to have such a fantastic ability to skillfully suck cock. Am I in a dream?
Apolline pulled back then, almost taunting him with the look she sent his way. He could see the arrogance in her eyes, the boast made clear with her gaze. He tried to glare back, and saw her lips stretch obscenely outwards around his cock so she could smirk at him. It must be another magical ability she has as a Veela-
Suddenly, her mouth opens wide, wider than should be humanly possible. He watches in shock as her jaw dips down and she overtakes his ballbag and consumes it in her mouth. Her lips wrap around not just his cock at this point, but also his balls, and Harry can feel her tongue stretch once again to wrap around his sensitive sack.
How… How is this possible? He wonders at his last thought, before his vision goes white in pleasure.
He can feel his entire manhood embedded in the Veela's mouth and throat, all while her tongue massages and wraps around his ballsack. The pleasure is all too much, each inch of his male organ being stimulated in a way that shouldn't be possible, and Harry can't help but give in.
His release jets out from his cock without his consent, and he is barely able to stay conscious through it. His legs nearly collapse as he blows the biggest load of his life, and then another one comes after that. He can barely see straight as Apolline swallows it, but he can hear her delight at him giving in.
Next thing Harry knew, he found himself on the Veela's bed, helpless and unable to resist as she rides him.
-
"I'm telling you, he was with me when we all portkeyed out."
"If you were with him, then where the hell is my Godson?!" Sirius Black yells.
"I have a better question, who the hell made those portkeys?!" Amelia Bones demands suddenly. "Harry should be standing here with us, should he not?!"
Tonks sighed as she fled from the ongoing arguement taking place in the living room of Grimmauld Place, not wanting to join the screaming match taking place between the other adults. It seemed that Harry Potter caused chaos wherever he went, and the act of using a simple portkey was too much for the Boy-who-lived.
Nymphadora knew Harry would show up eventually, and that there was no point in arguing over the matter. So instead, she makes her way to the dining room, and finds it already occupied by the last woman she wanted to be around.
Even if they hadn't talked all that much, Tonks had an instinctive dislike of Lady Zabini. And as for the question of why Harry Potter was fucking a serial killer, or even why Madam Bones tolerated the woman, Tonks did not know.
For her part, Julia Zabini didn't look the least bit worried about Harry's disappearance. Instead, the woman was processing magical photos of all things, using the right incantations as she transitioned film from from her camera into moving photos on paper.
Nymphadora made her way closer, and examined one of the photos. It showed Harry dueling the Dark Lord in a way that made him look heroic and powerful, and Tonks could help but bite her lip at the image. He certainly looked hot fighting the Dark Lord.
"He looks powerful in that photo, doesn't he?" Zabini asked, taking notice of her examining the image.
Nymphadora stiffened, and then snorted in dismissal. "He's just a Hogwarts student, he can't be all that strong."
She dismissed him because of her own pride, not wanting to admit some kid was more powerful that herself. That, and because Tonks doesn't want to give anyone the idea she has a crush on Harry Potter.
The woman gave her a disbelieving look. "Tell me, do you think you have anyone fooled with this act?"
Tonks paused in momentary shock, before giving the woman a confused look. "Act?"
The MILF raised a condescending brow, making her glare. "I think you know what I mean. You may be a metamorphmagus, but you act like a child."
"I'm my own person." She sneered.
"You're wearing a dog collar, dear." Lady Zabini drawled, and suddenly the choker around her neck felt like a noose. "You're wearing your hair short, and not to mention that it's pink."
"Y-You have no right to judge me!" Tonks sputtered.
"Perhaps not, but I do know what men like. And it's certainly not what you have going on."
"Then I'll find a man who likes me for who I am!" She retorted.
"Then you'll never win Harry over."
"W-What did you say?" Tonks' demeanor changed to become red, feeling embarrassed at being called out. She had been desperately trying to cover up her affections for Harry Potter, and until now no one had said anything.
"A word of advice, Harry is much too busy to spend his time on some charity case." Tonks was drowning in embarrassment, but Julia Zabini didn't stop. "Maybe you'll grow out of it at some point, but by then it will be too late. While most men have to work to impress a woman, it's not the same with Harry Potter, especially when he has a line of women ready to service him."
She folder her arms and stuck out her chin like a petulant child. "Well, maybe he's not the man for me."
Zabini laughed. "Your generation is so gullible. Thinking that every woman has a man just right for her. Trust me, it doesn't work that way. The few good ones are snatched up young, and all that is left over are cockless morons who can't tell which hole is which."
"T-That doesn't mean I won't find someone right for me." She weakly replied.
"Perhaps not." Zabini shrugged. "But even if you find that person, just know you'll be giving up a real man like Harry Potter, and settling for some pitiful cock that's half the size. It's something to think about when you're on your back, faking your moans and trying not to fall asleep."
-
Loud sounds of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room as she rode him. The sacred act of a male penis implanted deep within a Veela's core was underway, and Apolline Delacour was enjoying every bit of it.
He was the best fuck she ever had, and definitely had the biggest cock she had ever seen. And that fact was emphasized with each thrust, and how his organ stretched her core in ways she didn't think possible. Apolline could see how he had claimed so many other witches with such a powerful tool, but it would be no use against her.
Harry was the strongest wizard she ever encountered, nearly a sex god given flesh among normal wizards. But for a powerful Veela like her… he is just another conquest.
She had dealt with big cocks before, and especially dealt with arrogant wizards who thought they could claim her. But Apolline Delacour always comes out on top.
By the time her juicy large breasts were bouncing in his face and his big cock strangled in her venerated pussy, the boy was experiencing enough pleasure to drive most men to insanity. It was a wonder he was able to hold on long enough to get this far, but Apolline wasn't complaining.
SMACK
Her fat arse slammed against his thighs, implanting his cock deep into her pussy.
SMACK
Her large breasts that were perky in a way no human woman would know, shook against her chest.
SMACK
Apolline threw her head back and moaned wonderfully, feeling her Veela pussy compress around his shaft as fluids lubricated it. She was cumming from having sex, something that was rare for her, and it was simply wonderful.
"Mon dieu… I zink I overdid it." She panted, feeling tired from the rough intercourse.
She moved off his cock and briefly laid down on the bed, taking a moment to recover. Who had heard of a Veela getting tired from sex before?
But it was a small price to pay to collect someone like Harry Potter. The boy would be a wonderful addition to her collection, and an especially powerful pawn to have in Britain. She almost forget the arrangement she had with her daughter then, and how she promised to hand the boy over to Fleur. Maybe I should just keep him for myself?
Her eyes suddenly went wide as she felt movement behind her, and Apolline felt something hard press against her derrière. A rough, coarse hand reached around her buxom form and grasped her big tits, and Apolline gasped as she was manhandled onto all fours.
"Did you think we were done?" Harry Potter asked calmly, not at all tired like she thought he was.
"N-Non! Y-You are supposed to be exhausted at zis point!" She stuttered in horror, feeling his cock, still hard and huge, land against her back.
Harry maneuvered the buxom older Veela onto all fours. "I'm not nearly done with you."