The Six Million Galleon Man » by dasteiza
When Harry is brutally attacked to the point where he can't even be saved by normal practices, a secret sub-group of the Unspeakables are forced into action. They rebuild him and make him the perfect weapon to take down Voldemort and his minions ... through violence or seduction. SMUT Lemons Harry/Multi
Harry Potter, M, English, Romance & Adventure, chapters: 9, words: 30k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: Aug 27, 2022 published: Jan 12, 2022, Harry P., Hermione G., Fleur D., Narcissa M.
Chapter 1
Late at night and deep in the bowels of the Ministry, the double swinging doors of the Department of Mysteries' Medical Facility were flung open and a stretcher was rolled in. Seeing the fuss, the on-duty Healer rushed to their side.
"What's going on?" he asked, looking at the torn-up body. "Wait! Is that …?"
"Yes, it's the Boy-Who-Lived! Now get to work!" one Unspeakable ordered which snapped the Healer from his thoughts. Immediately he began attempting to stabilize the injured boy. Almost immediately he shook his head.
"It's no use. He's too far gone," he said sadly. The Unspeakable nodded his head and looked to his partner. The Healer reared back when his partner whipped out his wand and pointed it at his face.
"Obliviate!" he cried out and watched as the Healer's face went slack. They quickly put a sleeping spell on him.
"Looks like we have no choice," the Unspeakable said. His partner nodded and touched a special brass button sewed to the cuff of his robe sleeve. Within seconds, a small group of Unspeakables joined them. This was a top-secret group filled with the best of the best and was fiercely loyal to the Unspeakable program. They would defend their department from even the Ministry of Magic. Getting their attention, he filled them in on what had happened.
"Who did this to him?" one asked.
"His Uncle, Vernon Dursley attacked him while sleeping. We think that he may have been under the Imperius Curse. We currently have him in custody. Thankfully, we had Potter's house bugged with as many surveillance charms as possible." he replied. "But that doesn't matter right now. He's too injured to survive regular treatment. We need to initiate Project Bulldozer."
"But it's not ready yet!" one faceless woman cried out. "We haven't completed testing! It could be dangerous!"
"He's already on death's door. I think things are dangerous enough. Anyway, it's my call, and I'm making it. Get the room ready," he ordered. Instantly, everyone got to work. The hidden door of a secret room opened up, and Harry was wheeled inside.
The room consisted of bare, white walls with an operating table in the middle, which Harry was transferred to. Along the walls were many different instruments and objects, shelves full of potions, and many different animal parts. The main Healer in charge took over and placed life-support charms on him to keep him alive. Removing the bandaging, many of the Unspeakables in the room gasped or winced.
"He's completely torn apart!" he exclaimed, angry and wanting revenge against those responsible for doing this to an innocent child.
"We can rebuild him. We have the technology. Now let's get to work!"
The first thing that the Unspeakable did was pour a very small vial full of Felix Felicis into Harry's mouth. "That should last him for more than the duration of the procedure. Everyone! You know what to do." They nodded, and each drank identical vials. They would need all the luck that they could get.
The Healer wheeled over a machine and connected the tubes to Harry's arms, legs, and neck with needles. Turning it on, it began giving him an IV drip of diluted Phoenix Tears. Almost immediately, his wounds began to very slowly close. This gave them plenty of time to get to work. Each Unspeakable was in charge of one aspect of the procedure. The first one stepped up.
He wheeled up a stainless steel cart with four objects on it. Knowing that he needed to verbally describe what he was doing so that they could store the Pensieve memory in their files, he started talking.
"These enchanted talismans are made from Mermaid bone since Mermaid bones can strongly hold an enchantment for hundreds of years. These will be installed on Mr. Potter's brain. The first will affect his eyesight. Not only will he have better than perfect vision, but he will also be able to see in complete darkness, and see active magic." With that explained, he got to work putting it in.
Harry's skull was already severely cracked, but they needed to remove a decent chunk of it to install all four talismans. He let the Healer do that part before taking over. With steady hands, he installed it into Harry's head.
"The second talisman will block all forms of magical mental manipulation and the Mind Arts," he explained and attached it next to the first. "The third will help with Wit-Sharpening and memory retention."
They were nearly an hour in before installing the final one. "The fourth and final was the most difficult to create. It will convert a Pensieve Memory back into a regular memory where it will be funneled to the third talisman and stored as a human memory in his brain. Not only is there a talisman to be installed, but also a very small jack where a device can be plugged in. We will hide the plug-in jack behind the ear and under his hair. We just need to make sure that he doesn't shave his head," the man joked as he painstakingly installed the hardest of the bunch. Finally done, he wiped the sweat from his head and let the Healer take over.
After checking Harry out, the Healer nodded and gave his consent to continue. Next, a woman stepped up holding a small device with an attached vial. She cleared her throat.
"Having just turned fourteen, you can see that Harry Potter is smaller than he should be. Perhaps he is just a late bloomer or naturally small, but it is also possible that his treatment by his relatives has stunted his growth. Either way, we intend to fix that. Growth potions are a very poor remedy and often have terrible side effects. The procedure that I created is much, much better," she smirked.
She walked up to his nearly caved-in chest and let the Healer make a large incision and expose Harry's barely beating heart. She carefully attached the device behind Harry's sternum and attached that to his heart with a small tube. Once done, the Healer closed him back up.
"The vial contains the testosterone of the largest male Giant that we could find. It is the testosterone that makes a Giant so big. Even female Giants produce it. Obviously, the extract was highly diluted. He simply wouldn't survive pure Giant testosterone," she explained for the memory. "The first dose he receives will be much larger than the rest so that he can catch up with his peers. The rest will automatically be pumped into his system every few months. Once he's an adult and reaches his ideal size, we can always remove the device. We should see the first results by tomorrow."
She was replaced with a man holding a large vial that contained a dark red liquid that was swirling with glittery silver. He held it up for the memory. "The potion that I created will give Mr. Potter immense strength, speed, and stamina for the rest of his life. As you might have guessed, it was created using Re'em blood. Normally, the benefits from drinking Re'em blood are short-lived, but my creation will last until his death. As you can imagine, the recipe and brewing process are highly confidential and will be stored in the Archives," he said as he was just about to tip the potion into Harry's mouth.
"Oh yes! I almost forgot. The silvery swirls are powdered Occamy eggshells and are an essential part of the recipe. I have theorized that it may give his hair a beautiful luster, but I can't be sure," he added before tipping the potion into Harry's mouth. With a wave of his wand, Harry unconsciously swallowed the entire contents of the vial.
When he was done, he stepped aside and let the next man come up. He held up what looked like a very small trunk with a lid made of skin. It kind of grossed everyone out a little. "This is an expanded pocket space that I will install into the bottom of his forearm. The top is covered in synthetic skin that was matched to his skin tone perfectly. When you reach in …" he said and opened the lid. He reached in and miraculously, he could fit his entire arm in the small opening. After everyone was thoroughly impressed, he removed his hand.
"There's enough room in here to hold around a normal-sized trunk's worth of stuff. It has the added bonus of an attached wand holster to hide a secondary wand," he explained, pointing to a small pipe that was sticking out. The top of that also had a bit of synthetic skin over it.
He had the Healer cut open his forearm before attaching the mini trunk. Once he was healed, you couldn't tell that there was anything there. He pressed Harry's forearm and the lid opened. He closed it back up. He pulled out a fake wand and slipped it into the bottom of Harry's wrist. He flexed Harry's wrist and the wand shot out and landed on the floor. "Both will be magically keyed in so that only he can use them. The wand holster will be thought activated."
Once everyone was done, the Healer went to the machine and exchanged the diluted Phoenix Tears for pure ones. Harry's body healed before their very eyes. They kept him plugged in for several hours until his body was practically soaked in the healing Tears. The Healer finally gave him a complete check-up to make sure that everything was doing what it was supposed to.
"It's very possible that Harry here will have very advanced Healing abilities for a very long time because of the amount of Phoenix Tears in his system," the Healer said, checking him over once more. "Other than that, he looks in very good shape and health!" he said happily. Everyone cheered from a job well done.
Everyone was thanked for their parts and was promised to be kept in the loop. Reluctantly, each left the room, leaving only the Head Unspeakable and the Healer. When the door had shut, he walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. Instantly, the man had to clamp down on his mental shields. Employing the most stunning Veela in the world will certainly keep you on your toes.
"I am glad that you agreed with my proposal," the rare Swedish Veela said, wheeling in her own stainless steel cart filled with goodies.
"Indeed," the Head Unspeakable said, before turning to the slack-jawed Healer and kicking him on the leg to snap him out of it. "Seduction is a very valuable tool, and who would know this better than you?"
The Veela smirked before getting ready to perform the unsanctioned part of the procedure. To be honest, the entire thing was unsanctioned. If the Ministry knew what was going on, they'd all be arrested. However, she doubted that the others would agree to let her have a go with him. To them, she was just another airhead Veela that was hired for specific tasks. She'd prove them wrong.
"Since this will be a bit more personal, the Healer and I will be in the waiting room. Call when you're done or you need assistance," the Head Unspeakable said. The Veela nodded and smiled, happy that he trusted her to get the job done. When the door closed and they were alone, she got to work.
Since he was already nude, her eyes traveled down to his pubic area. It wasn't anything to write home about, but that would soon be changing. Grabbing the largest vial which contained a perfectly clear liquid that looked like water, she placed it in front of her and began speaking so that she too could provide a memory for the Archive.
"My greatest creation yet," she said proudly, looking down at the vial. "A powerful Gene-Splicing potion. I should warn that it is only safe to splice the genes of closely related beings and can only be used once. My choice was obvious … a Veela. It took a great deal of favors, but I was finally able to get what I wanted," she explained, holding up a vial of blood.
"The blood of a male Veela. For those who don't know, male Veela exist but are exceedingly rare. They can be identified by the silvery blonde hair that female Veela are known for, but they don't hold the beauty that the females of our species do. What makes them special is their power of love-making. Their natural magic can drive a woman wild in the bedroom. Often, just being around them is enough to bring a woman to climax. For this reason, female Veela keep them exclusively in their colonies and practically chained to their beds. Another feature that they possess is their absurdly large genitalia. Probably another reason why they are kept under lock and key," she snorted.
"I've calculated that young Harry here will gain much, if not all of these qualities. It is very doubtful that he will change his overall look or hair color though. With that said, let's get started."
Taking the small vial of male Veela blood, she poured it into the Gene-Splicing potion. Next, she took a very tiny vial of brown liquid and poured it in. "This is the activator!" she called out as the potion began to bubble and vibrate. "Next, we need a drop of Harry's blood!"
Pricking his finger, she scooped up a drop of his blood and let it fall into her potion. When the drop hit the surface, it began fizzing, and the vial shook violently. Grabbing it, she quickly poured it into Harry's mouth. Once swallowed, Harry's body began jerking and thrashing. She waved her wand and tied him down to keep him from hurting himself. Just like the limited trials that she had conducted, his skin began to burn with fever. Knowing that the fever would last an hour, she did her best to keep him cool. Cooling charms and an ice bath kept his organs from being cooked, though she suspected that the Tears in his blood would have kept him healthy anyway. When his body stopped shaking, she pulled him out. She was ecstatic when she discovered that the Splicing had taken hold. His body and magic would reform over the next few days.
Deciding to quickly finish, she grabbed another potion and gave it to him which would make his seed taste like absolute heaven. Once done, she called them in. After another check-up by the Healer, they finally let poor Harry rest.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Harry groaned as his eyes opened. He felt as if he had slept for too long and was extremely groggy. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed something. He gasped as he saw the world in such detail that it was starting to make his head swim. That's when the walls of the white room that he was in started glowing in an ethereal light blue color. Hissing in pain, he placed his hands over his eyes to block the light.
"I'm guessing that your Mage Sight has activated. To stop the glowing, just imagine that things look normal," a voice called out to him as someone entered the room. Following his advice, Harry gingerly removed his hands from his eyes and did what he was told. He sighed in relief when the glowing disappeared.
"Mage Sight is when you are seeing active magic. The walls of this room are laced with enchantments," the older-looking man told him as he sat on a chair facing Harry's bed. "Imagine seeing magic," he told him. Harry sighed and did what he was told. Immediately, the walls began glowing again. Harry quickly turned it off.
"You'll learn how to use it properly in time," he said. "The name's Croaker by the way. I'm the Head Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries," he introduced himself.
"Why am I here?" Harry said with a croaking voice. His mouth felt incredibly dry. Croaker handed him a glass of cold water which he gratefully drank down.
"Someone placed your uncle under the Imperius Curse. A few nights ago, he snuck into your room while you were asleep and nearly beat you to death," Croaker told him without sugar-coating it. Harry gasped, his eyes wide with shock. "Thankfully, we were monitoring your home and were keeping a close eye on you. We got there in time to rescue you."
"Why?" he wondered, not liking the idea of being spied on.
"There's a small faction of Unspeakables that don't like where our world is going. The incompetent leaders, the special privileges given to the wealthy few, the turning of blind eyes to certain crimes …" he shook his head. "That's not to mention the fact that the Dark Lord is still alive. I guarantee that the Ministry will not take that information kindly. They will attempt to smear your name and overstep their bounds to achieve whatever it is that they want."
The man stood up and kept on talking. "That's what my group is preparing for. We intended to give you a few more years if possible before bringing you into the fold. The attack on you rushed our plans."
"You want me?" Harry asked, confused. "Is it because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived?"
"You are the one destined to defeat him once and for all. I simply want to give you the tools and knowledge that you will need to do so. Tell me … Has Dumbledore trained you even though both of you know that Voldemort is still alive?"
Harry shook his head.
"Dumbledore wishes to give you a proper childhood. He means well, but it is a grave mistake on his part. How can you have a childhood when your uncle is being cursed to kill you?" Croaker asked. Harry thought that he had a point.
"So you want to help me?" Harry asked. He wasn't going to lie, the prospect of battling Voldemort and his stooges kept him up at night. He gave himself no chance to actually win.
"Yes. I want you to become a part of my group. An official Unspeakable. You will have the resources of the Department of Mysteries on your side. Do you agree?"
It only took him a few seconds to think about it. "Yes!" He needed every advantage that he could get to win and stay alive.
"Good. Sign this," he ordered, pulling out a contract that had multiple names on it. "It's been signed by everyone in our group, including me." Harry read over the short contract and found it to be fair. It only kept them from betraying the group and one another. Croaker handed him a red quill.
"It's a blood quill. It uses your blood as ink. It'll cut whatever you write into the back of your hand … just so you know."
Harry nodded and wrote his name. He winced as it cut into his hand. Almost instantly, the cut healed.
"Congratulations, Potter," he said, rolling up the contract and putting it away.
"So when will I get this help that you speak of?" Harry asked, sitting up. The man tossed him a solid steel bar, which he caught.
"We already have. Try to bend it."
Harry shrugged and pushed both sides of the bar together. He squeaked in shock as the solid metal whined and clinked as it bent and twisted. Harry dropped the bent bar like it was red hot.
"What did you do to me?" he whispered.
"You were too damaged to be saved the traditional way. We had been planning to give you some upgrades when you were older, but we had to do them now just to keep you alive," Croaker explained.
"So I'm strong?" Harry asked.
"Here, this will be much faster. Don't freak out. All will be explained in a second," Croaker said as he walked up next to him. Harry nodded. He gasped when the man plugged something into his head. It looked like a glowing test tube was sticking out of the side of his skull. Croaker pulled out two vials with swirling silvery substances in each. It didn't look solid or even like a gas. He used his wand to pull each one from the vial and placed it in the glass tube. Within seconds, Harry had his answers.
He could see exactly how bad of shape he was in. He heard the explanations of everyone involved as they worked on him. He even blushed madly when the Veela had her turn.
"Understand now?" Harry heard as he flopped back on his bed, still in shock. He silently nodded his head.
"We've Obliviated your family and returned your uncle. We're making sure that no one knows that you're not living at home at the moment. From what I know, the Weasleys are planning to invite you to the finals of the Quidditch World Cup. That gives us twenty days to get you up to snuff."
Harry shook himself out of his stupor. He needed to get started now if he wanted to survive. No matter how weird it was, he had been given a great opportunity, and he didn't want to squander it. "Let's get started!" Harry suddenly said and jumped out of bed. He was only wearing pajama pants. When he saw how tall he was, he yelped and nearly fell over. Croaker conjured a full-length mirror for him to examine himself.
He still looked the same, only a bit older and more chiseled in the face. Where he really changed was the body. He was tall! Over a head taller than he was before. Not only that, but his stomach, chest, arms, and shoulders were rippling with sinewy muscles. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or anything. He was still thin but way more muscled than he was before. "You'll need to be careful about your strength until you get used to it. You could end up hurting someone," Croaker warned.
He nodded and finally tore his attention away from the mirror. "So where do we start?"
"We start by adding more memories. You won't suddenly become a master of magic, but you'll at least know how to cast all of the spells. You'll need to practice them if you want to master them. I would suggest breakfast first though."
The Six Million Galleon Man
Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead as he waved his new backup wand through the air, sending off Hacking Curses at dummies that were on the other side of the room. He watched as they hit true and jaggedly ripped half of their heads off. He had already been practicing for ten days at that point. Every day he received new memory lessons that furthered his knowledge of magic. Most of the time, they were lessons on spells, wards, enchantments, or other useful pieces of magic. Yesterday he had learned how to create a portkey. The day before that, he learned how to apparate. He had to be taken to a special room to practice those though.
He had met most of the people involved in his recreation, and they explained the process and his abilities in even further detail. Today he was meeting the final one.
"Harry?" a very sensual and feminine voice broke him of his concentration. He turned around and blushed madly when he saw what had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. She was smirking and walking toward him in such a way that made her hips sway back and forth. Harry doubted that any man could handle her sheer sexiness. Thankfully, his talisman was blocking her Allure, so he didn't make a complete fool of himself. At least he didn't until he opened his mouth.
"I'm Harry Pooter! Noice to meet you!" was what came out. He pinched the area between his eyes in embarrassment as she laughed softly.
"It's nice to meet you, Harry. I'm afraid that I can't give you my name. Confidential and all. But today, I'm going to teach you everything that you need to know about seduction," she smiled sexily as Harry gulped and nodded his head. With that, they went to a secret room and got to work.
Chapter 2
Harry's eyes fluttered as another memory was added to his brain. This one also had to do with how to properly please a woman. The Swedish Veela must have added a hundred different memories when it came to this kind of thing. At that point, Harry rarely even blushed anymore. Once the memory was fully absorbed, she unplugged the memory crystal from the jack in his head and placed it back in its protective case. Leaving it on the side table, she walked back up to her student.
"Well Harry, it looks like our time is over for now. We'll see each other again next summer, and your training will continue," she told him, smiling as sexily as always. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek which made him blush. Her soft, warm lips were the only thing that could make him blush at the moment. "I will see you again soon. Make me proud!" she giggled at his embarrassment as she waved and walked out the door.
"Bye!" Harry called out just as she stepped through the door. As she left, Croaker came in.
"It's time for you to go back to your relatives. They've all been Obliviated and extra protections have been added to the house. In a couple of days, the Weasleys will invite you to come and stay with them," he told Harry who nodded in understanding.
"You know how to use your new, special tattoo in an emergency, and you've been trained as much as possible in the time that we've had available. There's not really much more to do for now. Oh! I almost forgot …"
Croaker pulled out a knife that was still in its sheath. Removing the blade, Harry saw that it was shiny and black. Croaker pushed the blade back in and handed it to him. Harry took it.
"Keep that in your arm storage. It's a cursed blade that has been keyed to you. You can still be cut by it, you just won't suffer from the effects of the curse," Croaker explained.
"What's the curse?" Harry wondered.
"It will make the area of damage begin to rot. To stop the spread is very difficult, so only use it if you mean to kill," he warned. Harry swallowed hard and nodded. He opened the slot on his forearm and pushed the blade inside. "I guess that's everything. Oh, and don't worry, we're still studying the readings that we took from your scar. Hopefully, we'll be able to learn something. We'll contact you if we do."
"Thanks for taking care of me," Harry said, suddenly feeling a little emotional. If it wasn't for them, he'd be dead in a ditch somewhere.
"Think nothing of it," he waved away Harry's thanks. "Just live up to your potential and that will be good enough for me. When you're ready, grab your stuff and go to the apparation room. You can apparate directly into your room from there. I'll see you next summer," Croaker smiled, even though it was hidden underneath his charmed hood.
"See you next summer!" Harry said excitedly as he scampered back to his room and grabbed the few things that he had in there. Stuffing them in his forearm, he made his way to the apparation chamber and vanished once he was inside. Almost immediately, he was back in his small room at Number 4 Privet Drive. Sighing, Harry removed the new clothes from his storage along with his supply of healthy and tasty meals that were under Stasis Charms. He was grateful that they had altered the Magic sensors so that he could do magic in this area without alerting the Ministry. Still, he was warned not to go overboard with it since there could still be people watching. Harry made sure that the curtains were closed. Not feeling the need to alert the family of his presence, he flopped back on his bed and smiled. It seemed like things were starting to look up.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Harry snorted when his invitation had come covered in stamps. His Uncle was less than pleased. Harry didn't even bother asking for permission. He was going to go whether his Uncle liked it or not. Going back to his room, he looked around and made sure that everything was packed for the following day. He even remembered to empty the floorboards of his hidden stash of food that had spoiled in his absence.
Needing something to do, he read through all of the books that he owned within the hour. He felt the talisman heat up the more that he read. He had already decided that he wouldn't act like a genius in school. He'd try and maintain roughly the same level of intelligence that he had before. It was decided that it was best if he operated in secret. He could explain his height and added muscle from a sudden growth spurt, and he could explain his lack of glasses by saying that he bought Muggle contact lenses. Croaker already supplied him with real contact lenses so he could show them if asked. He couldn't explain why he suddenly had such a fantastic memory. Still, he would enjoy breezing through his homework. For the rest of the day, he just took it easy and practiced low-level spells while in the privacy of his room.
The following afternoon, the Weasleys finally came and picked him up. Of course, they created havoc as they did. He gave off a sigh of relief when he was back at the Burrow and away from Privet Drive. "Harry!" he heard a happy squeal and felt Hermione grip his waist in a quick hug. He hugged her back and saw Ginny smiling and waving while blushing profusely. When Hermione pulled away, she too was blushing a bit. "You've grown!" she gasped, looking up at him.
Indeed he had. Harry was now taller than Ron and had broader shoulders and thicker arms. "Growth spurt," he explained with a lie. "It practically happened overnight."
"I forgot to ask. Where's your glasses, mate?" Ron asked as his mother berated the twins for their hijinx.
"Went and got contact lenses," he told them. Hermione nodded but the others looked confused.
"They're like glasses, but they fit directly on the eyeball," Hermione explained. Ron shuddered.
"Muggles certainly are strange," he said, which made Harry chuckle. "Anyway, let's go put your stuff up," Ron said, giving Harry's trunk a soft kick.
As they sat there in the room that the four boys would be sharing, Harry noticed that the two girls were squirming quite a bit while sporting pink cheeks. Harry obviously knew about what the Veela had done to him. She explained it all in great detail. She had even tested how much of the Male Veela powers he had inherited from her procedure. She estimated that he could produce around ninety percent of their natural power. That was why the girls were squirming so much. They could sense his powers, and it was turning them on. He was ordered to use those powers as he saw fit. When the time came, he would use them. Until then, he would enjoy the effect that he had on women.
They spent the day eating and talking and having a grand time now that the group was back together again. Everyone was excited for the big match the following day. Harry left his school list for Mrs. Weasley so she could go pick up everyone's stuff while they were at the match. Later that night, as they lay there, they could hardly fall asleep because they were so excited.
The Six Million Galleon Man
As their Portkey dropped them off at the campgrounds, all the kids except him fell to the floor. By then, Harry was already used to Portkey travel. As they got to their feet, they ooh'ed and ahh'ed at the sight of the crowd that was piling up at the entrance of the campground. There were witches and wizards of every race and nationality here. Hermione and Ginny were bouncing and giggling while Ron was staring at one particularly voluptuous, older witch. Once they finally entered the grounds, they helped Mr. Weasley put up their Wizard Tents before going off on their own to explore.
"Over there!" Harry said, taking advantage of his enhanced vision and pointing to a group of people. "Is that Seamus and Dean?"
"I think it is," Hermione replied, holding onto his arm and standing on her tiptoes to get a better look.
"Let's go see them," Ron said. He probably wanted to rub in their faces the fact that they had tickets for the Top Box. Seamus was always bragging about going to different Quidditch matches during the school year.
Once done with them, they continued to explore. Harry ended up seeing Cho Chang and smiled and waved when she looked his way. Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink when she waved back. It was something that he stored in his mind for the coming year. By the time afternoon rolled around, it seemed that the Ministry could no longer hold back the tide of blatant magic being used. Along with drunken idiots singing and shooting sparks into the air, came salesmen with loads of different memorabilia.
Harry didn't have to worry about draining his spending cash for the coming year. He was being paid a salary by the Department of Mysteries. He had received nine months' worth of pay upfront since he would be at school the entire time. He had the money stashed in his forearm storage. Pulling out his normal money sack, he got ready to do a bit of spending.
"Had to do twice as many chores, and I saved every knut for this!" Ron said happily as he too pulled out his much smaller sack. Hermione had never been a big spender when it came to stuff like this, but even she was eyeing up some stuff. Ron was grabbing Ireland merchandise like there was no tomorrow. Harry grabbed a disturbingly green top hat and placed it on his head.
"What do you think?" he asked. Hermione wrinkled her nose, and Ron laughed.
"Brilliant!" he cheered. Harry laughed and paid for it. The sun was beginning to set, and it was getting cold, so Harry grabbed a knitted beanie with shamrocks all over it and also paid for it. He placed it on Hermione's head.
"There you go! You look cute," he teased, which made her face heat up. She shyly thanked him for the compliment and the hat. Seeing a cart with a pile of omnioculars, Harry made his way over. Ron and Hermione followed him. The man instantly started telling them of the features in an attempt to sell them.
"Ten galleons each! But right now, for you … three for twenty-five!"
Harry had better than perfect vision and memory, so he probably wouldn't need one. On the other hand, it could be handy to keep in his personal storage. "I'll take three."
"Harry I …" Ron said, but was cut off by Harry.
"You'll pay me back when we graduate and get a job," he told him. Ron grinned.
"Deal!" he cheered and snatched the device from Harry's grip. He placed them against his eyes and looked around. "Merlin! That bloke over there is ugly!" Hermione thanked him as well.
Before making their way back to the tents, Harry bought an identical hat like Hermione's for Ginny along with four cozy, green Ireland scarfs. He gave Ron and Hermione theirs, and once back, he gave Ginny her gifts. She also blushed madly and thanked him graciously. The Veela had taught him to always be nice to women whenever possible. You never knew when their goodwill might be handy.
Most women stayed out of politics and business affairs, but that didn't mean that they didn't have information and knowledge about what was going on. Lonely wives or daughters were often targeted for that very reason. A few compliments and some will be ready to spill their guts to the first man that shows them some attention. It was a useful lesson to learn from the gorgeous Veela. She was certainly more than just a pretty face.
When the time finally came, they all followed Mr. Weasley while bouncing with excitement. They went into the woods and followed the lantern-lit path until the massive stadium was revealed to them. They took in all the glory of the awe-inspiring behemoth. They were ushered up the steps and all the way to the top. They climbed and climbed until they finally entered the luxurious Top Box. As they all piled in, Harry saw the Malfoys sitting there. Both father and son sneered at him while Narcissa Malfoy's eyes locked onto him. Harry knew of the woman from the dossier that he had memorized. Croaker had given him all the information possible about the major players in the game, from Voldemort all the way up to Dumbledore. He was very thankful for the Talisman in his brain. He would never have remembered even half of all that otherwise.
The woman certainly was a beauty. Suddenly, the two male Malfoys got out of their seats to go and "greet" Arthur and Ron. Obviously, they just wanted to trade insults before the match started.
Narcissa was forced to squeeze her shapely thighs together. She didn't know what was going on with her. The moment she laid eyes on the Potter boy, her body became warm, and she began to tremble. Her breathing increased while an intense ache of desire burned between her legs. She desperately tried to hide her sudden desires without making it obvious. Very subtly, she began rubbing her thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the lustful tingles that she was experiencing. She felt like a horny, young school girl again! All the while, Potter kept his green eyes on her. She watched as they traveled down her body. Her cheeks flushed as he gave her the once over. For some reason, she wanted him to look. Not only that, but she wanted to give him even more to look at. Unfortunately, this was neither the time nor the place. Even beyond that, it would simply be too dangerous for her to feed her desires. Gently brushing her fingertips over the soft skin of her neck, she bit her lip as she held in a soft moan as her silken walls started contracting without her even being touched!
"The nerve of that man!" she suddenly heard her husband drop down next to her. Looking back up, Potter was now sitting with his friends again. For the rest of the match, she tried her hardest to not look at the young man with messy, black hair.
When Harry dropped back down next to Ron, Harry chuckled as he heard the redhead muttering threats underneath his breath.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. Instead, she took a peek at her other best friend. All-day she had been fighting the urges to jump up and start sexily attacking his body. From spending time with Ginny, she could tell that the younger girl probably was in the same boat. 'It must have been the growth spurt,' she told herself. Even so, she was able to sneak off a couple of times to "rub one out" as Lavender loved to say. At least now she could function without constantly thinking about Harry doing naughty things to her. When the match was about to start, she saw Veela cheerleaders come onto the field and start dancing. She was very pleased to see that Harry wasn't acting like an idiot. Looking down into the stands, she could see men young and old climbing over each other to get at the beautiful women. "ICK!" she suddenly heard Ginny yell. Turning her head, she saw Draco Malfoy with his trousers halfway down his legs while he furiously beat his very tiny penis. His face looked blank, and his mouth was wide open while a string of drool dripped down his robes.
"Draco, you fool!" Lucius yelled and slapped his horny son hard on the back of his head. Everyone was looking at the scene. Lucius was furious while Narcissa looked dreadfully embarrassed. Ginny was covering her eyes while the Weasley men laughed uproariously.
Because of this, no one heard Ron shout out that he was Merlin's great-great-grandson and step off the Top Box to get at the sexy cheerleaders. It wasn't until Hermione saw him disappear over the edge and scream that others knew what had happened.
The Six Million Galleon Man
After the match, everyone was waiting for any news of Ron's condition. Finally, Bill came into the tent and told them.
"Eventually, he'll make a full recovery," he told them happily. Everyone cheered until Harry remembered the word "eventually".
"Eventually?" he asked the cool, older Weasley. Bill winced and nodded.
"Broke both of his arms, both of his legs, snapped his back in three places, and severely injured his neck. That's not even counting the smaller bones like fingers and toes. Skele Gro can only do so much and can't be taken excessively. He's going to be spending the entire school year at home recovering. Mum can retrieve his school work so that he doesn't fall behind," Bill explained.
"Bringing Veela into a stadium like that," Charlie shook his head. "That's just asking for trouble." Bill nodded.
"Over six hundred confirmed injuries so far," he snorted. "At least Ron's out of the woods … Anyway, we'll sleep in the tents tonight while mum and dad handle things at St. Mungos. We'll pack up and go home tomorrow," he told them. Everyone nodded.
As they broke apart, Harry hugged the two, worried girls to him. Instantly, their arms encircled him. "At least he'll be fine, and we can write to him over the year." They nodded their heads and refused to let go of him. Rolling his eyes, he escorted them back to the girls' tent.
It wasn't until after he was asleep that Harry sensed something was wrong. Suddenly, Bill's head pushed into the tent and he shouted, "Death Eaters! Everyone up!"
Immediately, all the boys were up and gathering their things. When Harry heard the word "Death Eaters" his training began to kick in. Pulling his secret wand from its storage, he hid his normal wand in his wrist. Quickly tossing on his clothes, he rushed from the tent and saw masked figures levitating the Muggles. It wasn't easy to see since they were all silhouetted in front of burning tents. Harry went to the girls' tent and pulled them out just as they were finished dressing. They tried pulling him with them as they all made their way to the safety of the woods, but Harry got separated from them. To him, it was just as well. Fred and George would protect the girls. Harry had a job to do.
Nobody saw Harry Disillusion himself and sneak up behind the rampaging group. He saw one masked figure laughing heartily as the youngest Muggle was spun around, causing her dressing gown to flip above her head. Without hesitation, he pulled his cursed knife from his arm storage and Summoned the laughing Death Eater. He suddenly cried out in surprise as he rocketed backward.
Lucius had been having a grand time drinking and carousing with his old friends. It was just like the good, old days again. Deciding to toss on their old uniforms, they began showing everyone why they were men to be feared. Unfortunately, it was he who was suddenly feeling fear. As he looked down, he saw a hand pull away from his chest with a bloody knife in its grip. It plunged forward again and impaled him. Grunting painfully, he started falling to his knees only to feel the cold steel stick into his back. That was when the pain really started.
Harry left the dying Death Eater behind and continued forward. Seeing a straggler, Harry tossed a cutting curse and sliced off both of his legs at the knees. A quick Silencing Charm kept him from alerting his friends. Harry walked up and stomped on his neck. After a sickening crunch, Harry heard the wet gurgling behind the silver mask. He was thankful that he didn't have to see the brutality of what he just did. With his heart pounding, he continued to push forward. Two more were side by side, setting tents on fire. Harry ran up and grabbed one. With an arm around his chest, Harry grabbed his masked chin and twisted his head. His neck snapped with very little effort from him. Just as his friend turned to see him dropping down, as dead as can be, he saw only the briefest distortion from a Disillusioned human before a spell slammed into his metal mask.
Crabbe Sr. probably should have stayed home, he suddenly thought as his mask turned red hot. He screamed with such force that his vocal cords ruptured. He grabbed the mask as the flesh from his face sizzled and cooked. Ripping it off, he also pulled chunks of his destroyed skin with it. Collapsing onto the ground, his body began going into shock.
Since there was only a small group left that was levitating the Muggles, Harry Summoned the floating family to him and safely let them drop to the ground.
"What the …?" was what one intelligent Death Eater said before a tidal wave of fire engulfed the group.
As the Aurors apparated in, they saw the carnage that was going on, including a group of men that was running around with their robes on fire. Firing jets of water at them, they collapsed onto the ground, spasming and smoking. Looking around for the one responsible, they couldn't find anyone.
Harry blurred back into visibility just as he stepped behind a tree and vomited up his dinner. His belly was twisted and full of butterflies when he realized what he had just done. He knew it needed to be done, and he wasn't sorry for doing it, but he was warned that it would take a while to grow cold to his enemies' suffering. Thankfully, his advanced healing kicked in soon, and his stomach started to soothe itself. Remembering what he needed to do, he fired off his Patronus with a message attached. It would report to the command center at the Department of Mysteries. Croaker would handle the rest from there. Harry then quickly switched out wands again and ran to find his friends.
Chapter 3
As the door closed behind them, Harry and Hermione winced at seeing the state of poor Ron Weasley.
"Mate! You look bloody dreadful!" Harry said, letting himself be known. Ron opened his eyes and looked over at them. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. "Oh uh … not because of the injuries, just your normal face."
"Harry!" she hissed.
"Uggg! I feel dreadful," Ron told them as his arms had been fixed, but his legs were still in casts. "Hurts like hell," he told them.
"I can imagine," Hermione said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"The worst part will be missing Hogwarts this year. It's going to be so bloody boring laying around the house all day," Ron said sadly. "At least I won't have to listen to Malfoy's shit all year. I bet he was celebrating when he heard that I fell off."
Harry smirked. He wanted to chuckle as Ron said that he had fallen off instead of jumping to get the attention of the sexy Veela like the horny teenager that he was. Being a good friend, Harry kept his mouth shut.
"I wouldn't worry about Malfoy. As you were taking flight without a broom, Malfoy was busy with his trousers down around his ankles while he jerked himself right in front of the Minister and everyone else," Harry snorted.
"Nuh uh," Ron scoffed, not believing it. When Hermione confirmed it by nodding. He guffawed before bursting out laughing.
"Anyway … we have to go. Visiting hours are over," Harry told him. Ron sadly nodded, knowing that he wouldn't see his friends again until at least Christmas break. "Cheer up mate. I told your parents that if you recover fully by summer, then I'd buy you a brand new Nimbus Two-Thousand and One," Harry told him.
"No way!" Ron gasped.
"Yep," Harry said happily. "That will give you all summer to practice so that you can try out for the Quidditch team."
"Brilliant! Thanks, Harry!"
"You're welcome. We'll see you, mate. Get better," Harry said, slapping him on the shoulder while being mindful of his strength. Hermione hugged him before they left and joined the rest of the Weasleys. A few minutes later, they were all Flooing back to the Burrow.
"I feel so bad for him!" Hermione said, sitting on Harry's bed. Now that everything was settled, Bill and Charlie would be leaving within the hour to go back to work. Fred and George now had their room back, and with Ron in the hospital for the next week, Harry had the room to himself. It would only be for a few days since September first was right around the corner.
"Those are the breaks," Harry said, flopping on the bed next to her and picking up his school book.
"Have some tact, will you?" she snorted, looking at him glancing over the book. Harry chuckled.
"He'll be bored, but there's not much we can do about that besides writing him some letters. Hopefully, he won't be bedridden for a long time. At least he'll be able to get up and walk around the orchard," Harry said. "Oh! I can do this …" Harry said happily.
Hermione watched as he pulled a postcard and envelope from one of Ron's Quidditch Quarterly magazines. Harry grabbed his quill and began checking off box after box. When done he stuffed the postcard into the envelope along with about a dozen gold Galleons. Sealing the envelope, he smiled at her. "Year-long subscriptions to all of the Quidditch magazines available. At least he'll have something to read now, besides his school books of course."
"That's really nice, Harry," Hermione smiled back. Harry gave the letter to Pig, who struggled to carry the gold-ladened letter out the window.
Over the next few days, Harry finished reading all of his school books and committed them to memory. He received news about the deaths of the Death Eaters with Lucius Malfoy being amongst them. Harry had made peace with the fact that he was now a cold-blooded killer. Not only that, but it was likely that he would have to continue taking lives to save the lives of the innocent. Looking at his friend Hermione as she sat under an apple tree reading a book, he couldn't find it in his heart to care. He would happily kill a thousand Death Eaters to keep her and the Weasleys safe.
Mr. Weasley let it spill that the Ministry wanted the one responsible taken into custody so that they could question them. Of course, they had absolutely no idea who was responsible, which was great for Harry. Reading the Daily Prophet, he could see that the Ministry was trying to sweep the whole thing under the rug. However, with it being an international Quidditch match, there was only so much that they could do. Sadly for them, it was worldwide news at that point.
When the first of the month rolled around, the normal Weasley family tradition of running around looking for lost items while Molly yelled that they were going to be late was in full swing. Harry had packed everything the previous night. He would like to say that he was just a responsible human being, but the truth was that Hermione forced him. He smirked from ear to ear when she too was running around looking for a pair of books that she had misplaced. Once packed, the family crammed themselves into three Muggle taxis which drove them to King's Cross Station.
Stepping out from the barrier, Harry smiled at the sight of the bustling Platform Nine and Three Quarters. He was just in time to see a sneering Draco Malfoy disappear into the train. A strained-looking Narcissa Malfoy turned and began to walk away. When she saw Harry, she quickly made a beeline for him. As she passed him on her way to the barrier, she subtly handed him a note. Opting to read it in private, he stuffed it in his pocket for later.
"Well kids … Have fun and be careful. There's certainly going to be plenty of excitement at school this year," Arthur smiled as they piled onto the train that was already billowing smoke and blowing its whistle. Molly was kissing any kid that she could reach. She may have accidentally kissed a few kids that weren't even hers. She had been a mess since poor Ronnikins had taken his leap of faith.
"Bye!" Harry and Hermione yelled and waved as the train pulled away. They both made their way to the back of the train where they found an empty compartment. Harry stuffed his trunk in the overhead bin before lifting Hermione's in as well. She couldn't help but blush when she saw his muscles rippling. Harry sat down, and she couldn't help but sit next to him … practically on top of him.
Harry certainly wasn't going to stop Hermione from being a bit amorous with him. Thanks to the Veela at the DoM, Harry knew a lot about sex. He knew techniques, the things that girls liked, and so on, but he didn't have actual experience. She told him that he wouldn't have any problem finding willing partners at school to practice on. Hell, she practically demanded that he practice as much as he could. While he didn't want to just pump and dump Hermione, he would be lying if he said that he wasn't interested in her. Maybe he could talk her into a friend with benefits kind of deal, he thought. When her hand touched his thigh, Harry thought that it was certainly a possibility.
Harry placed his hand on her jean-covered leg and gave it a small squeeze. "You alright there, Hermione?" Harry asked, smiling at her. She blushed a little more.
"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" she asked, biting her lip cutely. Just then, the door to their compartment opened up, and Ginny came strolling in wearing a flowy skirt that ended just above her knees. She also had on a low-cut shirt that showed off a decent amount of her cleavage. She hadn't been wearing that when they had gotten on the train.
"You changed?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know mum," she explained as she dropped down on the other side of Harry. Like Hermione, she scooched over until she was pressed against him. "If she saw me wearing this, she'd never shut up about me becoming a 'Scarlet Woman' or some such nonsense."
Hermione knew that she had put it on to impress Harry. That was when she noticed Ginny looking down at Harry's hand on her leg. Smirking to herself, she placed her hands on Harry's and moved his further up her leg until he was touching the highest point of her thigh.
Glaring slightly, Ginny took Harry's other hand and placed it on her bare knee. Moving his hand up, she didn't stop until it was just underneath the hem of her skirt. "I shaved my legs this morning, Harry. Doesn't it feel smooth?" she smiled, moving his hand in a circle over her skin.
"It certainly does. Soft as well," he smiled to himself. He inched his hand further up until it was at the same height as the one on Hermione's leg. Ginny was holding her breath with a red face as he caressed the incredibly soft skin of her inner thigh. The heat coming from between her legs was amazing.
The back and forth between them carried on until partway through the trip when the trolley lady came by their compartment. Even she stared a bit too long at him. When the girls went to the loo together, Harry remembered about the note and pulled it from his pocket. Opening it up, he saw Narcissa's elegant handwriting for the first time.
Potter,
I need to speak with you as soon as possible. I'll be at the school tonight and hope to see you. Please meet me on the fifth floor at the corner where the statue of the three-eyed wizard is. It's important. I'll be there at 9 tonight. Come alone and tell no one.
Harry noticed that she didn't sign it. Probably smart on her part. The real question was if he should meet her. The answer was of course, yes. Obviously, he would take precautions so that he wasn't led into a trap of some kind. But if it ended up being beneficial to him, he wouldn't want to miss out on that. Plus, he remembered the way she looked at him. It looked as if she wanted to attack him in a good way. He certainly wasn't going to miss that! He quickly put the note back into his pocket not a moment too soon. The girls walked into the compartment only a few seconds later.
The Six Million Galleon Man
At dinner, Dumbledore greeted them as always. Because he was growing so much, Harry had been eating more than normal. He made sure to eat his fill when all of the delicious foods appeared out of nowhere. Once they were done, the food disappeared and Dumbledore introduced their newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody. Instantly, Harry knew that there was something up with him. Harry was in the habit of randomly turning on his Mage Sight whenever it tickled his fancy. Seeing the grizzled, old man with the weird eye made him curious, so he turned it on. Instead of just the eye lighting up, his whole body did! That was definitely not normal. Not even Dumbledore lit up like that. Harry would need to investigate.
Next, they were told about the tournament that would be happening that year. Ron must have been groaning in jealousy when he heard about it. Harry, however, didn't like it one bit. It seemed that whenever there was something out of the ordinary, he would somehow be forced to get involved. First, the Sorcerer's Stone, then the snake, then the Dementors and Sirius, now this? Harry didn't trust this one bit. This too needed to be investigated. He still had plenty of time before it even started, so he could contact Croaker and get some advice. When they were dismissed, he escorted the girls back to Gryffindor Tower.
By then, everyone including his roommates knew about Ron's tumble over the ledge. As he put his stuff away, he answered questions from Seamus, Dean, and Neville. After that, he waited until it was time to leave.
Harry crept down to the far corner of the fifth floor where very few students and teachers ever went. Narcissa had chosen a good spot to meet up in private. Invisible and silenced, he snuck up and saw nothing. Using his sight, he saw Narcissa's form light up. She was invisible just like him. Not seeing anyone else, Harry went back around the corner and down the hall. Making himself visible again, Harry walked a bit noisily so that she could hear him coming. When he made it back around the corner, he saw the lovely Narcissa Malfoy standing there waiting for him.
"Potter," she greeted him. "Thank you for coming."
"It's not a problem, Mrs. Malfoy. I'm curious as to why you asked me here though. I can't imagine that there is much that I can help you with."
Narcissa hooked her arm through his and led him to a classroom that he had never been in. As they walked in, the door quietly closed and locked behind them. She stepped up to him, nearly face to face. Harry was happy to see that he was a decent amount taller than her. The procedure was definitely working in his favor.
"There definitely is something that you can help me with, Harry," she told him. "As I'm sure that you've heard or read, my husband Lucius was killed during the World Cup match. While I don't consider that a major loss, it does put me in a very bad spot," she explained. Harry placed his hand on her lower back and led her over to the teacher's desk. He waved his wand and cleaned it off. She sat down on top and crossed her leg.
"What kind of bad spot?" Harry asked.
"I've tried to get Draco to move away and even change schools. I don't want him growing up like his father. If the Dark Lord were still in power, I have no doubt that he would be the first to give his allegiance."
"Voldemort is still alive," Harry told her and watched her flinch at hearing the name. At first, she looked confused.
"Still alive?"
"Yes. Somehow he managed to stay alive, only in spirit form. Someday he'll get his body back, however. When that happens … I can't say," Harry told her. She kept her big, gray eyes on him.
"You're certain about this?" Narcissa asked, leaning forward while waiting to hear his answer.
"One hundred percent certain."
"Merlin!" she said in a strained whisper. "Then there's not much that can be done for the boy."
"It's not like he would listen to me or anything," Harry said, making her understand that he couldn't really help Malfoy.
"Definitely not," she shook her head. "He grew angry with me and cast me out of the house. He's gone mad since the death of his father. He's hell-bent on finding the one responsible and getting his revenge. He's still a minor though, so he can't take control of the family vaults just yet. Since I'm not a Malfoy by blood, I only have access to the side accounts, which I've drained earlier today."
"I'm sorry, but I don't really know what you want from me," Harry said, confused about why she invited him here.
"There are actually two things that I need from you," she told him. "My son tossed me from the house, so there's no going back unless he changes his mind, which I don't see happening any time soon. I was tossed from the Black family by Sirius at some point, so I can't access any Black family properties. There's no chance that I could get into Grimmauld Place, even if I was still a member of the family, but I know of a small cottage that few Blacks knew about. It was actually my mother that showed it to me and told me to keep it a secret."
"And you can't get into it?" Harry asked. She shook her head.
"It's blood locked. You, however, are Sirius's heir, which means that you have access to all of the Black family holdings except the vaults. I checked with Gringotts this morning. You are indeed the heir," she told him when Harry opened his mouth. That was news to him. Sirius hadn't told him anything about that. Before he could ask any further questions, she continued.
"Simply letting me in won't solve anything. The moment you leave, I'll be forced to leave as well. No … What I need is for you to claim me as an official Mistress," she told him. Harry's eyes nearly bugged out.
"Official Mistress?" he asked, shocked. He had heard of mistresses obviously, but he had never heard about making it official. Seeing his confusion, Narcissa explained.
"The oldest and most traditional families still use this system. The Head of House and Heir Apparent of the family are allowed to claim women as official Mistresses. By making it official, the Mistress has access to the family properties. If you claim me as yours, then I'll have a place to live. If not, I'll have to live off the bags of gold that I took from the vaults until they run out, at which time I'll have to take my chances on my own. Believe it or not, the Malfoys don't have very many friends that they could count on, and even less for a single woman who was cast from the family," she said.
"I can imagine what they would demand of you," Harry responded. Narcissa nodded.
"Why not give it to someone who will treat me properly," she said.
"How does it work?"
"You offer me a special choker, and I put it on during a small ceremony. I can remove myself as a Mistress any time that I want, but I won't be allowed a second chance. Beyond that, there's really no difference to our lives. We can keep it a secret if we desire, which I do. I don't suddenly become a mindless slave or anything like that, so don't worry." Harry nodded his head in understanding.
"What was the other thing that you wanted?"
"I want you to find a way to ensure that Draco enters the Triwizard Tournament," she said with some fire. Harry raised an eyebrow. That was not what he was expecting. "It will be closed to anyone under the age of seventeen, and there will only be one Champion per school. I'm not sure if you can pull it off, but I hope you'll at least try.
"Why? People are saying that it's dangerous."
"For one thing, it will keep his mind off of his plans for revenge. I fear that whatever he does will end up getting him killed. If he's distracted for most of the year, then perhaps things will change for him. For another, even though I love him, he did the unforgivable and tossed me from the family. I have every right to hunt him down and kill him. In fact, it is almost expected of me. Very few people have ever been removed from their house for that reason. I met him at the train station this morning to try and talk some sense into him, but he wouldn't budge. Maybe dealing with some struggles will cool his temper and make him see reason. If not, then it doesn't matter what happens to him. He'll be dead to me anyway," she shook her head sadly. "The magic in my blood will force me to hate him eventually if I'm not returned to the Malfoys. I can already feel it changing my emotions toward him."
Forcing Draco into the tournament sounded like a brilliant prank, so he would agree to that regardless. Harry imagined that they wouldn't make it as dangerous as it was in the past, so Draco would more than likely be fine if he could pull it off. The Mistress thing, however …
Narcissa would certainly be a good chess piece to have on his side. She knew people and probably knew a lot of secrets that he didn't. If she wanted to remain in his good graces, she would have to spill all of those secrets to him.
"Where's this choker, and how does the ceremony work?" he asked. Narcissa smiled happily. She stood up and waved her wand, Transfiguring the teacher's desk into a large, comfortable-looking bed.
"Hold out your wand and say, 'Harry Potter, the Heir of the Black Family claims you as his Mistress,' ."
As Harry did so, a flash of light made him squint for a second. Blinking rapidly, he saw a thin, black silk choker resting on the shaft of his wand. Pulling it off, he rubbed it between his fingers. It felt very soft and smooth. He nearly choked when Narcissa let her robe drop to the floor and exposed her nude body. She got onto the bed and kicked her heels off. Sitting up on her knees, she raised her chin just a bit. "Now you must put it on me," she told him.
Harry took a deep breath, and with a monstrously hard cock, he leaned in and secured it around her neck. When it was latched, the choker tightened, and Harry felt a rush of magic. He knew that she was now his … at least until she removed it. Narcissa fell onto her back and spread her legs wide. Harry couldn't help but stare at the area between her legs. Her smooth pussy lips were slightly damp, and when her fingers slid over her engorged clit, she moaned loudly.
Narcissa was still quite the gorgeous woman. Her porcelain skin was flawlessly smooth and looked incredibly soft. Her breasts were large but didn't have the sag of an aging woman. They still looked wonderfully perky. As he studied her nipples, he could see them crinkling and growing harder. Even her stomach still looked as if it belonged to a much younger woman. It was toned and firm, but still sexy and feminine. She bit her lip sexily as two of her fingers opened her pink lips to him. "Now you must claim me," she shuddered as the cool air washed over her burning pussy.
Harry didn't need to be told twice.