Chapter 23: Awakening PlotsChapter TextHarry stirred awake and a smile graced his face as he felt the familiar curves of Daphne and Valerie pressing against him on either side. He could feel their hot breaths against his skin as he lay in bed, slowly running his fingers along their spines.
The previous night had been an eventful one. Once he and Fleur had pleasured each other to their hearts' content, she had left for the carriage, leaving Harry in the room by himself.
Knowing Valerie and Daphne were occupied with something of their own, he had retired for the night. It seemed they had arrived after he had fallen asleep.
Harry kept running his fingers along their spines, caressing their bare bottoms whenever he reached down, and it didn't take long for them to stir awake from their slumber.
"Morning, you two."
Daphne and Valerie blinked in drowsiness and Harry smiled when they burrowed against him like cats.
"You sound too chipper this morning."
"And you two look like you slept too little last night," Harry chuckled. "What exactly were you up to?"
Daphne let out a small yawn and shared a smirk with Valerie, both witches looking oddly proud of themselves. Harry's curiosity was sated when they shared the memory with him and all he could do was laugh.
"Oh Merlin, you two are evil," he wheezed.
"That ponce deserves much worse than getting a little scared," Daphne shrugged.
"His father's spawn, through and through," Valerie muttered distastefully. "Never liked that moron either."
"Doesn't have anything likeable about him anyway," Harry remarked. "Hopefully he'd let his brain work for once and listen to your little warning."
"A part of me is hoping he doesn't. Wouldn't mind a repeat of last night," Valerie smirked.
Harry chuckled as he lay in the bed with them cuddled up on either side of him.
"What about the bird? What happened?" Valerie asked softly.
Harry sighed in exasperation and shared everything.
"What the actual fuck!?" Daphne cried out in disbelief, shooting up in a sitting position on his right.
"Trust me, that was my reaction as well," Harry replied in a deadpan voice.
Suddenly, they stared at a hysterically laughing Valerie who clutched onto Harry, shaking. They exchanged a look before they turned back to the brunette.
"Morgana…" Valerie wheezed, snorting. "That was the last thing I expected."
"Tell me about it," Harry replied dryly. "I thought it'd be something more…"
"Concrete?"
"Meaningful, more like," he said. "But this? I think we seriously underestimated how much sex and emotions connected to it matter to a veela."
"Veela might have human forms, but deep down, they are creatures of passion," Daphne intoned after getting herself under control, her face thoughtful. "In a way, it's understandable that she'd be so much concerned about it. There must be other factors but I guess you satisfy those wishes she has. This is the only complaint she's got left."
"Quite a big complaint," Valerie giggled. "I guess we know what we need to do next. You better destroy all the excuses she could make, mister."
Harry stared at her and Daphne, both looking at him meaningfully, and he grabbed them firmly. The witches squealed as he pulled them firmly against himself.
"That bloody bird questioned my worth. Trust me, I plan on doing exactly that."
A little over an hour later, the couple descended the stairs and made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. They found their place at the Ravenclaw table amongst the rest of the students from all three schools and exchanged a smile with Fleur, taking a seat right opposite her.
"It's a bit crowded today, innit?" Harry remarked, looking around.
The Great Hall was abuzz with excited whisperings and they could make out a few words being thrown here and there, spiking their curiosity even further.
"Dueling?" He asked in surprise.
"It'd been rumored since the first night, remember?" Daphne reminded him. "Not surprising it's true. The organizers must be wanting to give the rest of the students something to participate in."
"You all thinking of entering?" Fleur asked, earning smirks from the threesome.
"Might as well," Valerie replied. "Would be fun."
Harry nodded. He could not deny that he was excited to test his skills against even more students from Hogwarts and beyond, and the tournament might be challenging in its own right but dueling as an art form fascinated him in many ways to the extent that it was even in his shortlist for potential career options.
"Also the fact that there are a few people I won't mind getting a crack at," Daphne smirked.
"Now, babe. You've already humiliated him," Harry chuckled.
"Would be fun doing it internationally," Daphne replied.
"The Malfoy boy?" Fleur asked, noticing Daphne's glance toward the Slytherin table. "He looks a bit worse for wear, doesn't he?"
Harry snorted.
"Let's just say… he had a very eventful night," Valerie replied, grinning. Fleur did not miss the mischievous glint in her and Daphne's eyes and she smirked.
"You've got to tell me all about it," she whispered, leaning forward.
"I'd love to, my dear birdie," Valerie grinned. Fleur merely rolled her eyes at the nickname.
They saw Dumbledore get up from his seat and walk over to the podium. The old wizard's mere presence commanded attention and his usual grandfatherly smile seemed to induce a sense of calmness among the masses as he stepped forward, pressing the tip of his wand into the side of his neck.
"Good morning. I know this is surprising and you all must be curious about it, so allow me to make a couple of announcements before the breakfast gets underway," Dumbledore began. "Firstly, a dueling competition will be held alongside the Triwizard Tournament throughout the year. Those who wish to compete shall need to submit their names to their respective Heads of House before dinner tomorrow. Students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are required to submit their names to Madame Maxime and Highmaster Karkaroff respectively. It should be noted that students who are of age are eligible for participation."
A loud chorus of boos and groans of disappointment rang throughout the Great Hall at the announcement.
"However," Dumbledore continued. "Underage students shall be allowed to participate should they be deemed as such by their respective Heads and they submit a written consent signed by themselves and their guardian. It must be noted that even though rules are in place, dueling involves substantial risk of injury and as such, it can be a perilous undertaking. Do keep it in mind."
It did not take long for the groans and cries to be replaced by excited chatter and Dumbledore looked on in amusement. He allowed the students a few seconds before resuming.
"The second announcement pertains to a Triwizard Tournament tradition that has been in place since the first tournament was held in 1294. The Yule Ball is an event to celebrate international co-operation and it shall be held on the evening of the 24th of December. Champions are expected to open the Ball with their chosen partner for the dance. The holidays shall begin from 25th onwards. That is all."
In the wake of groans and excited giggling, Dumbledore smiled merrily and walked over to take his seat once again.
"Well then, looks like it'd be an eventful month leading up to this Ball," Daphne remarked as the breakfast appeared. The students dug in immediately, famished as they were.
"These bints better not get any ideas," Valerie muttered under her breath, her eyes darting from side to side. To Harry's left, Daphne did the same and her lips set in a thin line.
"They've gotten ideas, just because Harry has two girlfriends now. The hell do they think? That he's building some sort of harem and they might have a chance?" The blonde hissed.
"Well, technically, he is," Fleur supplied with a grin, probing Harry's feet under the table. The young man in question glanced over at her and smirked.
"Only when the most beautiful women in the world are involved."
"Oh? Is that so?" Valerie asked, gripping his thigh firmly and prompting him to wince.
"The number's limited to three, I promise!"
"Hmm. Good. Be sure to keep it that way," the brunette whispered with a final pinch on his thigh.
"Look," Daphne began, glancing about. "We should get this sorted out right now. None of us want other blokes or girls to keep harassing us for this Ball."
"Agreed," Harry nodded. "I can take all three of you."
"As much as we'd love that, I don't think it'd be allowed, love," the blonde replied.
"How can you expect me to choose?" Harry asked with a sigh. "And there's no way any other bloke's going to stand beside either of you."
"We'd rather not go than do that," Valerie rolled her eyes.
"I've got an idea," Fleur remarked as she sipped her juice. "We can get done with the other issue we've got first. I'll tell you about it then."
"Hey! Just out with it already!" Valerie clicked her tongue in annoyance, earning an amused look from the veela.
"I'll tell you all later, promise. But first, I'd like the ritual to be completed. It's high time now and I can barely wait anymore."
Daphne exchanged a smirk with Valerie.
"She wants it bad."
"Can't blame her, to be honest."
Harry sat in the middle, an exasperated look on his face.
"Could you two not grope me like this right in the middle of a full hall?"
The two young women smirked as they gripped him tighter, making Harry sigh.
"And now I'll have to take care of this."
"Ah, don't worry, love."
"Exactly. You know we all will love to help you out."
Fleur exchanged a grin with Daphne and Valerie and mere seconds later, they felt the veela's naked foot climb up and rest against his crotch, right between where their hands were. As one, the three women pressed and Harry was barely able to hold in a hiss, gripping the table tightly.
"Seriously? You three wanna play like this?"
"More fun this way, innit?" Valerie smirked as she leaned against him, prompting Daphne to do the same on his other side.
All knew multiple students were eyeing them up, wondering if they had a chance with either of them for the Yule Ball, and it only made them hotter. Harry felt them rubbing their hands and foot on his erection over his trousers with more intensity and his arousal was heightened even further when they fed him their lecherous thoughts of how they wanted him to take them—one by one, together, and then all three at the same time. Fleur was the only one not in the know, but the intense pheromones her veela senses were picking up from the three did more than enough for her.
It was a surprise that no one truly understood what was going on, and even if they did, they could not care less. They were eagerly rubbing him over his length, pushing him ever closer to the precipice.
"Almost there," Harry grunted under his breath, gripping the bare thighs on either side of him in a vice grip. A small, shuddering breath left him as he was sent over the edge.
They regarded him as he breathed heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm. Daphne was quick to pull out her wand and she flicked it sharply, vanishing the mess.
"Well, that was something," Harry breathed.
"Be sure to return the favor tonight," Fleur whispered promisingly and Harry chuckled. He knew what was coming and he reached under the table, finding her leg resting against his inner thigh, and started gently playing with her toes.
"I can't wait for you to be one of us," he said sincerely, earning a loving smile from the veela.
"And one with us as well," Daphne added, making Valerie nod.
Fleur exchanged looks of understanding from the two women and she nodded, biting her lower lip. She knew they had accepted her and so had she. The only obstacle that remained was the silly demand of the veela inside her and as she gazed back at Harry, she saw the fire and determination in his eyes that told her that no matter what, he would make her his.
"I can't either," she replied softly, smiling.
XXXXX
They were almost done with their breakfast when a small piece of parchment dropped out of a flash of fire in front of Harry. He glanced over toward the professors' table and saw no sign of Dumbledore.
Picking up the parchment, he read it over.
"Must be important," Daphne said as she read it. "You should go. Val and I will get to our classes from here."
Harry nodded and put the parchment away. He exchanged a small smile with Fleur and soft kisses with Daphne and Val before he got out of the seat. The three girls watched him walk out of the Great Hall before making their way out a few minutes later.
"You'll know everything soon," Daphne intoned, addressing Fleur as they walked out of the Great Hall. "Once we share our memories."
Fleur nodded.
Suddenly, they came to a halt when a small group of boys stepped in front of them. Both Daphne and Valerie sneered at the sight of the ponce Harry had humiliated multiple times before, standing in front of them with a smug smirk.
"You mind?" Valerie asked, unimpressed.
Roger Davies ignored her, his eyes filled with lust as he lecherously ogled Fleur whose lips curled in disgust.
"Aye, veela. You'll do. Meet me on the night of the Yule Ball. I'll take you."
All three girls balked at the idiot's audacity, staring at him as he stood with his chest puffed out and looking down on Fleur as if he was somehow her superior. Numerous students had stopped mid-walk, staring at the spectacle unfolding first thing in the morning with unhidden interest. Hogwarts loved gossip and drama.
"I would rather drown myself in Hippogriff shit than go anywhere with a swine like you," Fleur sneered, her nose upturned as she looked down haughtily at Davies like the insect that he truly was.
Snorts and laughs were heard all around them as Davies flushed in rage.
Snarling, he hissed, "Have care how you speak, you slut! It should be an honor for someone of your kind to even be considered by me!"
The veela inside Fleur snarled in sheer rage and she could feel her temperature rise as her hands sparked golden. However, before she could give in to her primal instincts, someone else beat her to it.
"You are truly an imbecile, aren't you?" Valerie intoned coldly. "No matter how many times you are shown your place, you come for more humiliation. By now, I've started to think you enjoy being treated rough."
"I won't have that bullshit from you, slag," Davies hissed, his expression one of disgust. "You'd know a lot about humiliation, won't you? Couldn't satisfy Potter enough so he brought another one in the mixer. What now? Looking to make it three? You lot are pathetic, but he's even worse."
"I don't know who the fuck you even are, but let me tell you, ponce," Daphne seethed. "You better turn around with your tail tucked between your legs or you'd be losing the ability to actually use what's down there."
"Is that a threat, Greengrass?"
"A reality that you're inches away from facing," Daphne whispered dangerously. "Everyone knows no sane woman would ever give you the time of their day, especially after this abhorrent conduct that should shame your wizarding house. Insulting a guest like this? I wonder what Lord Davies would have to say about it if he got to know what you get up to and how you're dragging his house's name through the mud."
At once, Davies' sneer vanished as he gritted his teeth in rage.
"I know how much he's worked to establish himself with the neutral faction, which, as you might know, is headed by my mother as my proxy," Daphne sneered. "It does not fill me with much confidence to have you as an ally in the future. A shame really, what an idiot for a son your father has. One who's hellbent on destroying everything he's been working for."
"Don't think you fool anyone with that fake bravado, Greengrass," Davies forced out. "Your house barely has any hold over the neutrals. It's only a matter of time before you're kicked out of the faction like the weed you lot are."
"Keep being that deluded, dumbass," Daphne smirked. "And do expect a letter from your father soon. He'd teach you a better lesson in how to treat and talk to others than anyone else ever could."
Davies was breathing heavily, his fingernails digging into his palm as he glared at Daphne.
"Although I guess it's his failure too that he failed to raise you properly. Says a lot, honestly."
"Keep my father's name out of your mouth, you bitch," Davies hissed.
"Make me, cunt," Daphne was not one to back down. Her icy glare was in full force as she stared at him as if he was the lowest of vermin deserving to crawl over shit.
"I wouldn't do it if I were you," Valerie whispered dangerously, her wand out in a flash and pressed under the chin of one of Davies' lackeys whose eyes widened in shock. "Take your hand off your wand and I'll do the same. We're talking, aren't we? No need to arrange for a trip to the hospital wing for you and your dear pals."
The boy gulped as he stared fearfully at a furious Valerie with her eyes narrowed into slits, much like her animagus form.
"This is when you apologize to our esteemed guest for the vile insult, and to us for your filthy tongue," Daphne growled, uncaring of how the boy was glaring at her with utter loathing.
He was gritting his teeth so hard they could hear the grinding noise.
"Do it," Valerie hissed in warning.
"S-sorry," Davies forced out, breathing harshly.
"Make sure this doesn't repeat. Everyone knows you don't have the balls to do anything to Harry who can bury you within seconds but don't ever make the mistake of thinking we're easy pickings because he's not here," Daphne warned. "Val, Fleur, we're done here. Let's go."
With a parting disdainful glance, the three girls stepped away to leave. They had walked only a couple of meters when Valerie suddenly twirled on her feet and batted away the curse sent her way, catching Davies' lackey right in the middle of his chest. Everyone gasped as the boy was sent harshly against the wall where he slumped over, unconscious.
"You dare!" She growled as Fleur and Daphne pulled their wands out, and pointed at Davies and his final lackey who also had their wands out.
"What is going on here!?" The shocked cry of Professor McGonagall made everyone look over. The old woman strode over, her face stern as she took in the scene around her. "Put your wands away. Now!"
Slowly, all five lowered their wands, glaring.
McGonagall's eyes fell on Davies' lackey who was slumped over against the wall, unconscious. Her lips set in a thin line as she regarded them, not missing the hostility permeating the air.
"Well? Should I repeat myself? What is going on here?"
"Davies here had the bright idea to insult our guest and her heritage before he did the same to me and Daphne. We had a verbal exchange and he apologized. He must've not liked it so he and his pals tried to curse us in the back. Unfortunately, they are quite incompetent. Two of them couldn't get theirs spells in while the only one who did failed. I sent his spell right back and the rest is in front of your eyes, Professor," Valerie said calmly.
McGonagall's lips pursed as she gazed at the three girls before she turned to Davies who kept glaring.
"Miss Delacour, I am sure you have your training to get to. As for the rest of you, follow me. Mr. Thomas, please see Mr. Dankworth here to the hospital wing."
Without waiting, McGonagall turned on her heels and walked away. Davies and his lackey glared one final time before they followed with a parting glance toward the unconscious lad.
"Pathetic scum," Daphne hissed in disgust. Turning toward Fleur who looked equally irate, she sighed and squeezed her arm. "Ignore that asshole and get to your training or whatever. We'll see what McGonagall has to say about it."
Fleur nodded and watched Daphne and Valerie walk away in McGonagall's direction. She could feel multiple eyes on herself now that everyone had left. Long-term practice kicked in and she straightened her posture before she walked away, leaving multiple groups of students chattering about excitedly in her wake.
XXXXX
"Come in, Harry."
Harry walked in and shut the door behind him. Dumbledore gestured for him to join him by what he recognized as a pensieve.
"We're watching a memory?"
Dumbledore smiled thinly.
"Do you remember what I told you about Horcruxes the last time we met?"
"You were going to gather memories from different people who either knew or had seen Voldemort when he was young," Harry nodded. "Did you find something already?"
"Being in a position that I am has allowed me enough privilege to gather quite a sizeable collection of memories," Dumbledore smiled. Harry nodded, his eyebrows slightly raised as he stared at the sheer number of vials filled with floating white wisps. "Horace told you that Tom intended to create seven Horcruxes. We have confirmation that the diary, the locket, the diadem, and the one within you are destroyed. That would leave us with three unknown Horcruxes."
"Can we count me with the others really?" Harry asked. "Voldemort didn't intend to make me a Horcrux, right? Wouldn't it be better to work under the assumption that he has seven other Horcruxes? Or had… which means four unknown ones."
"It is also possible that he intended to create six Horcruxes to have seven fragments of his soul, with one residing in his body, but yes, I believe it would be prudent to assume he created seven Horcruxes."
Harry nodded.
"So what did you find?"
"Why don't you join me?"
Harry stared at Dumbledore who picked up a vial and poured its contents out into the pensieve. The wisp of memory turned black as it descended, slowly taking form. Together, they plunged into the memory itself.
The memory ended shortly and both wizards walked over to take their respective seats.
"That was…"
"He already looked different, didn't he?" Dumbledore sighed, earning a nod from Harry. He had met the shade of Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. That boy had a regal air about him. A bearing of confidence and charisma that would put anyone at ease. However, the Tom Riddle he had seen in the memory had something else layered on top of it all. A sense of hostility, malevolence, and evil hidden expertly beneath the veneer of politeness and charm.
"As you saw, Harry… Tom took up a job at Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley after he graduated Hogwarts, to the shock of many. Not that he cared, for it took him a step closer to his ultimate goal."
"Which was to locate valuable artifacts which he could use to make his little soul containers."
"Precisely," Dumbledore nodded. "Working at Borgin and Burke's brought Tom in contact with one of their most frequent clients at the time. One Hepzibah Smith."
"The woman in the memory, I presume."
"Indeed. And I believe you could tell from their interaction how much she had come to regard Tom."
"He surely knew real well how to fool people, didn't he?"
"Manipulation and treachery were second nature to Tom ever since his childhood, and those traits only developed as he grew into what he became," Dumbledore sighed. "Coming back to the memory at hand. I do recall Hepzibah Smith. She joined Hogwarts as a first year when I was in my seventh, and even then, she was a vain woman who took immense pride in her family's wealth and their connection to Helga Hufflepuff."
"The Smiths are descended from her, I remember," Harry mused.
"And she never failed to remind it to anyone who crossed her," Dumbledore smiled. "Although a few were impressed, most just considered her to be nothing more than a spoiled brat and moved on. However, this behavior persisted with her as she grew older, her pride only growing even when her family's wealth deteriorated. She never married, nor did she ever work a day in her life."
Harry shook his head with a sigh.
"Being as rich as her family was, she became an avid collector of magical artifacts, splurging untold wealth to the point where the manor was the only thing remaining. Meanwhile, the cadet branch of the Smith family thrived, having cut off all relations with her. I have perused through a few other memories which lead me to believe that she met Tom during one of her visits to Borgin and Burke's and over time, she developed a fondness for him."
"You don't say," came Harry's dry reply as he recalled how the woman was gushing over Voldemort throughout that memory.
"Tell me, Harry. Do you seem to recall anything significant from the memory we just saw?"
"I thought it could be relevant. I was indeed looking at all the artifacts that she was showing off. She even had Slytherin's locket. Given how you emphasized her heritage, I presume one of the other artifacts was something belonging to Hufflepuff?"
"Indeed," Dumbledore smiled. "Helga Hufflepuff is said to have possessed an artifact of goblin craftmanship. A cup, to be precise."
"Ah!" Harry nodded in remembrance. "It did have an animal engraved on it."
"Yes. It is my belief that Tom tainted that cup with his soul and it is one of the Horcruxes we still need to destroy."
"So he killed her," Harry stated plainly. He frowned when Dumbledore sighed.
"The official record is different. The memory you just saw came from Hokey, an elf that served Hepzibah. Being old and frail, she did not have much sense. It was not too complicated for Tom to warp her mind to make her believe that she put poison in her mistress' tea."
Harry sighed. "Why does it not surprise me? The elf must've been living a distraught life since then."
"She perished, still believing that she had caused the death of her mistress," Dumbledore replied gravely. "I was able to obtain this memory somehow and even though it cannot be proven that she was innocent, I believe the truth is plainly obvious considering the individual we are discussing right now."
"Voldemort…" Harry muttered. "Any idea where this cup might be?"
"The hopeful part of me says that he entrusted it to one of his followers."
"Val suggested it might be either of the Lestrange brothers or Crouch Junior."
"The first two are in Azkaban and the latter is dead," Dumbledore mused. "It is possible. They were certainly close to Tom from what the investigations and their behavior suggest."
"We should be looking into them. Even if there's one percent chance, we have to make sure."
"Crouch would prove to be complicated," Dumbledore mused. "No one knew he was a Death Eater until he was ousted. The Lestrange brothers, although cruel, were not known for their intellect. It would not be surprising if they decided to put the Horcrux inside their family manor or vault. However, Crouch was sneaky and cunning. If he was bestowed with a Horcrux, it would be nigh impossible to find it, particularly now that he is dead."
"Then we better hope it's the Lestranges and they were as foolish as you're making them out to be," Harry replied. "If only Crouch wasn't dead…"
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Barty Crouch Junior, disguised as his father and clad in dark clothing stood in the middle of a clearing, relaxed. His eyes darted from side to side, his lips set in an amused curl.
Suddenly, a blurry figure shot forward at a furious pace from the surrounding foliage, stopping mere inches away from him.
"You still love your fun, eh?" He remarked with a wide grin as his tongue slid out quickly. The outstretched arm came closer, almost wrapping around his neck, as its owner grinned ferally.
"And you always like to be more familiar than you deserve," Fenrir Greyback, the most dangerous werewolf alive, growled.
"Ah Fenrir, must you hurt my feelings like this," Crouch bemoaned mockingly.
"I heard you died in that shithole. Turns out you're out here, enjoying yourself. Dressed as your scum of a father," Greyback snarled. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't make your death a reality right here, right now, Crouchy."
Crouch smirked.
"You really believe you can take me on, Fenrir?" He whispered dangerously.
"You're acting real confident for someone surrounded by a dozen werewolves," Greyback grinned. "Faking your death gave you a bigger pair down there, eh?"
"I know you won't do anything to me, Fenrir. You know why?" Crouch smirked. "Because you're curious. Curious to hear how I survived. Curious to know what I've been up to. And curious to know why now… why now of all times have I shown myself. Am I right or am I right?"
Greyback's fangs gleamed menacingly as he pulled his arm back, staring at Crouch whose smirk widened.
"Curiosity is indeed a special thing, isn't it?" He remarked, twirling his wand around in the air. At once a pair of comfortable chairs materialized out of nowhere in the middle of the clearing and he took his seat. "Don't be shy, Fenrir. We've got a lot to discuss."
"This better be worth it, Crouchy," Greyback hissed as he sat down.
"You really think I would've reached out to you if it wasn't? Give me some credit, my friend. I might've risen from the dead but I didn't truly die. This is still me."
Greyback scoffed, spitting to the side as he leaned back and regarded him.
"Fine, Crouch. Let's start with the last one. Why now of all times?"
Crouch's smirk transformed into an evil grin as he replied, "Because it's time, Fenrir. It's time for us to rise once again."
Chapter 24: Prison BreakChapter TextHarry emerged from Dumbledore's office, the ornate griffin door closing heavily behind him. He'd spent the entire day poring over memories with the aged headmaster, analyzing every detail for potential clues about Voldemort's Horcruxes. Though tedious, their efforts had been fruitful - they now had a list of likely objects and locations where the Dark Lord may have hidden pieces of his shattered soul.
All in all, Harry believed the day had been a very productive one.
As he descended the spiral staircase outside the Headmaster's office, Harry opened the mind link he shared with Daphne and Valerie. He immediately frowned, shaking his head at the scene he witnessed in their minds. His fiery witches had righteously dressed down Davies after his insulting remarks toward Fleur.
"Merlin's beard, that imbecile can't keep his trap shut for a day, can he?" He muttered to himself, shaking his head in annoyance at Davies' antics.
McGonagall had asked them to follow her but even the strict deputy could not be mad at them after they explained the entire situation. Instead, they were awarded points for standing up for their guest and upholding the spirit of international cooperation.
Still, he was rather irked by Davies' disrespect and felt the arrogant tosser deserved a little rough treatment.
Strolling, Harry made his way to the other side of the castle and he found himself in front of what had become their room here at Hogwarts in no time. The massive double doors to the Room of Requirement parted and Harry stepped inside, smiling as his three girls brightened at the sight of him.
"Hey," Harry greeted each witch with an affectionate kiss before flopping onto the plush sofa. "So, Davies decided to put his foot in his mouth again, eh?"
Daphne rolled her eyes theatrically. "Oh, just being his usual charming self. He's got a pretty fragile ego, let me tell you that. Couldn't handle rejection at all, throwing vile insults at Fleur and us for being the unsufferable prat that he is."
"Don't I know," Harry chuckled. His eyes hardened somewhat as he gazed at them. "But being a dumbass doesn't excuse his vile words for all of you. He deserves a taste of his own medicine."
They chuckled, their eyes filled with amusement.
"I think he got enough punishment already," Daphne remarked, earning a curious look from him.
"Don't worry, babe," Valerie grinned wickedly. "We had a nice little... chat with McGonagall. That bigot's banned from the Yule Ball, off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, and banned from Hogsmeade for the year."
Harry barked out a laugh. "Brilliant! Pretty sure that arsehole ain't gonna enjoy that one bit. Good on you all for putting him in his place."
"It gets better," Fleur chimed in, eyes dancing with mirth. "Daphne was kind enough to owl Davies' father about his shameful behavior. I bet next time we see him, he'll be a bit more...subdued."
"You vicious minx!" Harry grinned wolfishly at his Slytherin partner. "I do love how creatively devious you can be, love."
Daphne preened under his praise, sticking her tongue out playfully. She let out a giggle as Harry poked her, jerking out of his reach.
"Well then, I guess he's getting what he deserves," he remarked.
"Not fully," Valerie said darkly. "There's a dueling tournament, remember? I so hope that he participates and either one of us gets that prick. I'd pay to see him get humiliated in front of the entire wizarding world."
Harry's eyes glinted as he thought about it.
"Now that you mention it, it does sound pretty appealing, to be honest," he nodded with a feral grin.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Daphne circled back to the original topic. "So what did Dumbledore want all day? More leads on... you-know-what?"
Harry's expression turned serious as he nodded, "Yeah, we made some really good progress actually. Went through a bunch of memories, have a pretty decent list of potential objects and locations now."
Daphne and Valerie shared a meaningful glance and nodded. Meanwhile, Fleur raised a delicate eyebrow. "Is this about the secret you promised to share with me after our bonding?"
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I—"
He was cut off as Fleur abruptly rose from her seat, her lithe form uncoiling with feline grace. The skirt she wore fluttered about her knees as she prowled around the low table in front of the couch, her silvery-blonde tresses spilling over one shoulder.
Harry, Daphne, and Valerie silently watched the French veela as she approached with a predatory gleam in her blue orbs.
"So… it's time, huh?" Harry asked with a smirk.
Rather than respond, she simply continued her purposeful stride until she stood directly before him. Harry's emerald eyes roved up the sculptured curves left tantalizingly accentuated by Fleur's casual top and skirt.
"Remember your promise?" Fleur purred, reaching out to trail one perfectly manicured fingernail along the line of his jaw.
Harry smirked roguishly. "You minx, getting really impatient here, aren't we?"
Fleur laughed, the rich, melodious sound sending tingles down Harry's spine.
"Is it really that surprising?" she murmured, leaning down to brush her full lips against his in a scorching kiss. As they passionately rolled their tongues around, the veela swung her legs over his lap and planted her cute and firm butt on top of him, pressing her crotch against his rapidly hardening member.
"It's high time we got this done. I can't wait, and I can feel you can't either," she breathed huskily as she pulled back, gazing at him with primal lust shining in her blue orbs.
Harry could feel her hot breath on his lips and he smirked. He reached behind her and pushed his hands under her skirt, grabbing her bare cheeks and firmly pulling her against his manhood. Fleur could not hold back the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips and Harry glanced over to where Daphne and Valerie sat on the couch, watching.
He didn't have to say anything. They knew him so well by now that a mere glance was enough. The two girls stood up and their hands ran over each other's delectable bodies as they started to undress each other. Their uniforms came undone and they threw them away, standing in front of Harry in their matching pair of bras and knickers.
"Our newest member seems a bit overdressed, don't you think, my loves?" He asked gruffly as he kneaded Fleur's arse, moving her back and forth on his member. The lovely veela kept her face buried in the crook of his neck, kissing.
Fleur let out a soft moan of protest as she was pulled off his lap but she did not resist when Daphne turned her around and pulled her into a searing kiss. The two blondes furiously made out as Valerie assumed her place behind the veela. She unzipped her skirt at the sides and the fabric fell over her perky rear and slid down her legs. Daphne stepped back, taking Fleur with her, and Valerie kicked the skirt away. She reached forward and unzipped her top as well, and Harry watched how his two wives worked in perfect synchronization. Daphne lifted Fleur's arms, allowing Valerie to pull her top off. The brunette threw it away as well.
Meanwhile, Harry remained seated, having already divested himself of all his clothes as he gazed at the three breathtaking women, standing in front of him in their bras and knickers. Their eyes fell to his erection and Harry smirked when he saw their lust shining in their eyes.
"So…" He drawled. "Who wants to go first?"
"The veela wants to test you," Fleur smirked. "Which means I'm last. So…"
"Why not do it in order then?" Daphne suggested and unsnapped Valerie's bra. The brunette smirked and let it fall, exposing her large, pink-capped tits to everyone's gazes. Her knickers followed suit as Daphne slid it down her legs, patting her arse. Valerie stepped out of them.
Harry stood up, willing the room to morph around them. Daphne and Fleur pushed Valerie toward Harry who expertly caught his beloved, lifting her by her arse as he fell back on the bed the room conjured for them.
"No foreplay today, hmm?" Harry asked huskily as his girl straddled him and eagerly reached behind, aligning him with her wet entrance.
"No need," Valerie let out a drawn-out moan as she slammed her hips down, plunging his cock deep inside her with one mighty push.
"Ugh… oh yes…" Harry groaned. He reached up and grabbed her tits as she wiggled her hips slightly. Resting her hands on his chest for support, Valerie grinned eagerly and began to bounce up and down on top of him.
"Oh Merlin…" She moaned.
Harry leaned back and enjoyed the heavenly sight of his Val as her tits jiggled and bounced in tandem with her movements. Valerie kept her eyes locked with his and grinned, increasing the speed of her riding. Her tits flopped about violently as she fucked herself on his cock.
Harry knew what mattered here. He could not afford to cum before he had brought all three women, and especially Fleur, to an orgasm. He moved his hands to her waist and held her firmly. Raising his knees, he planted his feet on the bed and started thrusting furiously inside her, meeting her bounces halfway as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her at a rapid pace. Both lovers groaned in pleasure as he drilled into her tight, warm depths and Harry decided to kick things up a notch. He brought his right hand down to her mound and with his thumb, he started to rub circles around her clit, slowly zeroing onto the bundle of nerves until he was furiously stroking it.
"Ahh Harry!" Valerie moaned out loud, her voice a breathless gasp. She let out a keening moan as she toppled over, shaking on top of him. Her fingers clenched onto his shoulders as she felt her stomach clench in pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly and Harry held her as she started shivering.
With a loud moan, Valerie came around his cock, clenching her inner walls around him in a vice. Harry held her firmly as she violently rocked her hips on his cock, riding out her climax.
Minutes passed and her shaking slowly subsided. Slowly, she lifted herself atop his chest, panting.
"That might be the quickest orgasm I've ever had," she whispered in wonder. Harry merely smirked and cast a gaze over the brunette's shoulder. Daphne and Fleur were engaged in a passionate make-out session, their bra and knickers already discarded as they held each other, kissing furiously. Valerie followed his line of sight and grinned.
"I lowkey don't wanna disturb them," she remarked. "But it's necessary here."
With a moan, she pulled herself off his cock and grinned at Harry who let out a groan as he felt his length slide out of her gushing wet pussy.
On shaking legs, Valerie walked over and tapped Daphne twice on her shoulder. The blonde quickly paused and pulled away from Fleur who glanced over at Harry who pushed himself upright in a sitting position. With a grin, she grabbed Daphne and pushed her toward him.
Harry wrapped his arms around Daphne just as she came closer, falling back and pulling her on top of him. The blonde began to immediately roll her hips over his length and Harry could feel her wetness against him already.
"Came prepared, I see," he teased.
"Didn't need to do enough," the blonde replied, grinning.
Harry smirked as he wrapped his arms around her and smoothly rolled them over. Daphne gasped, staring at him in surprise.
"Ready?" Harry asked. Daphne did not reply. She merely reached down and grabbed his slick length, rubbing the head over her entrance. Harry grinned and gave a firm push, burying himself halfway inside her.
"Ah yesss…" she moaned, feeling him pull back until only the tip remained inside her before he gave another powerful thrust, spearing himself to the hilt inside her.
Daphne moaned out loud as he began to thrust inside her, quickly developing a rhythm as he plunged into her hot, tight depths. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and her fingers threaded through his hair, massaging his scalp as she turned his face toward her and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Harry kept thrusting inside her at a rapid pace, loving how tight and hot she felt. The feeling of her tits against his skin was otherworldly and so was the sensation of being one with her.
Daphne moaned into the kiss as Harry kept thrusting powerfully inside her like a man possessed. Her body rocked from the furious pounding, her tits jiggling enticingly against his chest. Harry felt her hard, perky nipples poking and rubbing his skin and it heightened his arousal to a new level.
The pace and ferocity of his thrusts intensified, becoming rougher as he gave it to her. While he and Valerie had met halfway into their lovemaking, Harry gave Daphne no quarter and absolutely ravished her, knowing that he could not let her take control. She was too good, too enthusiastic when it came to sex and there was no chance he could refrain from cumming if he let it happen. He had set out a task for himself and he would see to it.
Daphne ripped her lips away from his as she gripped him tightly to herself, totally stimulated by the rough pounding he had given her. She gasped and moaned in his ear as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking and nibbling furiously, marking her.
With a low growl against her neck, Harry pulled back and gave one last powerful slam inside her and that was enough to send the lovely blonde over the edge. Her body trembled violently under him as she moaned, feeling her climax tear through her violently.
Harry turned them around so that they were lying on their sides. They kept their arms wrapped around each other, holding close as she shivered against him, riding out her orgasm. She breathed heavily as she gently stroked the back of his head, frantically kissing along the side of his neck.
Finally, Harry felt the tight grip around his cock go slack and he sighed, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. He tenderly stroked her soft blonde hair as Daphne lifted her head, planting her lips on his.
Minutes later, Daphne slowly extracted herself from his arms and got off the bed, joining Valerie who stood with Fleur, both women watching them with blissful smiles.
The brunette took Daphne's hand and pulled her close, wiping the sheen of sweat off her forehead. Together, the two young women turned toward Fleur who gazed back at them.
"You ready for this?"
Fleur smiled and nodded. "The veela is oddly excited right now. I've never felt her so vocal."
"Really?" Harry called out as he pushed himself to his feet and approached them, naked. Fleur glanced down and licked her lips in anticipation.
"She says she's very impressed with what she's seen so far," Fleur relayed what the veela was telling her. "But she doesn't want you to go the easy way."
"What does that mean?" Harry asked curiously as Daphne and Valerie gazed at Fleur with furrowed brows, wondering what was so easy about what Harry had set out to do.
Fleur was silent for a few seconds before she nodded firmly. She turned to Harry and a small smirk grew on her face. Standing proud, Fleur stared at him.
"You've done a really good job so far, Harry," she said silkily as she sauntered toward him, her hips swaying erotically. "But how will you fare with a veela?"
Harry understood the challenge being posed before him and he was not one to back down. He smirked confidently and gazed back with an equally proud tilt of his head. "Why doesn't the veela come over here and finds out?"
Fleur smirked back as she reached him and pressed her soft, sexy frame against his. Harry felt hints of her allure warping around him and he easily brushed it off, widening her smirk. Fleur began walking with her arms on his chest and Harry allowed her to make him sit on the edge of the bed.
"I guess I should clean you up first," the veela grinned and everyone watched Fleur as she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her hands gliding up his thighs as her smoldering gaze remained locked on his.
"Might as well," Harry nodded. He groaned as Fleur leaned over and took his slick cock in her mouth. Her sinful tongue coiled around his length, rubbing all over as she licked off every bit of Valerie and Daphne that she could.
"Mmm… tastes like all three of you," Fleur giggled, letting his cock out of her mouth with a lewd pop. She turned around and gazed at Valerie and Daphne who stood together, watching.
"Come on over, you two deserve the best seats in the house for this," Fleur smirked, and the two young women walked over, climbing on the bed on either side of them. They all realized that it was not only Fleur who was in control now but the veela as well, which made sense considering they were creatures of lust and passion.
Fleur smirked up at Harry once again and reached out, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock. Harry could not stop the precum that leaked out and the veela eagerly lapped it up, teasing the tip. Harry let out a hiss as he gazed at her.
"Feeling yourself slipping away, mon amour?" Fleur asked naughtily. Before Harry could reply, she took him back in her mouth and started to eagerly plunge herself onto his cock. Harry gasped and groaned at the sheer tightness of her throat as she took him as deep as she could. He could not help but marvel at the sheer skill of this bombshell of a woman as she deepthroated him on her first attempt at anything concerning sex.
"Sex incarnate indeed," Daphne whispered, earning a nod from Val. Both young women watched with their eyes wide in wonder as the veela pleasured Harry with her mouth, sucking him off expertly.
Fleur popped his dick out of her mouth and stroked him furiously, dropping a thick load of saliva right on top of it. She smirked up at Harry who was gazing at her with primal desire.
"I love that look in your eyes, mon amour," she whispered. "Tells me what you want the most right now."
Harry did not reply. He merely kept staring at her with his eyes full of lust.
"Ah yes…" Fleur smirked, stroking him. "You wanna fuck me, Harry? Tell me, mon amour. You wanna fuck me, right?"
Slowly, Fleur got back to her feet without relinquishing her hold on his cock. Stroking him, she pushed his chest, making him lie down on his back before climbing on top of him. Her large, gravity-defying tits jutted out proudly from her chest as she straddled him. One of her hands remained behind her, stroking him, while the other reached out, gently caressing his lips as she leaned over.
Harry's eyes feasted on the sight of her tits as they dangled right in front of his face and he decided he had remained passive enough. If it was a fucking this veela wanted, it was a fucking she was going to get.
He leaned up and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking furiously. Fleur moaned in pleasure as she kept stroking him. Harry did not shy away and he reached down, flicking her clit with his fingers before starting to rub it heatedly with his thumb.
The reaction was instantaneous. A loud moan escaped Fleur's mouth as her eyes shot open wide. She gazed at him with those widened eyes and received nothing but a smirk.
"My turn," Harry grinned ferally, and before Fleur could act, he slid out from under her. The veela fell over her front, her eyes wide in surprise, before she gasped as she felt a presence behind her.
Harry loomed behind Fleur, a lustful smirk on his face as he reached out and pinned her to the bed. At his command, the room conjured a thick pillow under Fleur's belly, hiking her rear for him to take her in the speedbump position.
He pressed her firmly against the bed with one hand and aligned himself with the other, and Fleur could only gasp as he slowly parted her vaginal walls, sliding his entire length inside her.
Fleur shivered violently under him as he took her virginity and her back arched, her mouth open in a breathless moan. However, Harry showed her no respite. She had her few minutes of fun and control. Now, it was time for the veela to learn that there was someone she could rely on, someone she could submit to if she wanted.
He pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside and Fleur groaned at the feeling of his cock rubbing along her inner walls. Harry plunged forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
It did not take long for him to get back into the rhythm. Daphne and Valerie sat with their arms wrapped around each other, watching with pride as their man had his way with the veela.
With his hands on her shoulders, he hammered hard and deep into her with strong thrusts. The veela had her teeth clamped on the bedsheet, fisting it hard, as she reveled in the relentless pounding this magnificent man was giving her.
Harry let go of the hold he had on her back where he had kept her pinned and he gripped her full, round cheeks as he plowed into her. A loud smack rang out in the room as he delivered a resounding spank on her arse, sending the cheek jiggling enticingly as it developed a visible handprint. He did not relent and spanked her again, grinning when he felt her inner walls tighten around his girth.
"What was the challenge, my dear Fleur?" He asked as he leaned over, whispering in her ear.
Fleur tore her mouth off the bedsheet as she moaned, feeling him wildly pounding her with reckless abandon. Never in her wildest dreams had the veela imagined that any man would be able to do what Harry just had. All her inhibitions, all her doubts lay forgotten as she turned her head to the side and grinned in elation.
"Fuck me, mon amour!" She cried out. "Fuck me! Make me yours!"
Harry exchanged a triumphant look with Daphne and Valerie who smiled proudly, having never had any doubts.
He reached out and grabbed Fleur around her midsection, pulling her to her knees in front of him so that her back was flush with his front. Standing halfway on their knees on the bed, Harry began to furiously drill inside her as he held her by the tits, groping and squeezing harshly.
Fleur was equally as eager, thrusting back against his length and pulling him as deep inside her as she could. She wanted all of him now and she'd be damned if she didn't get it.
Harry relinquished his hold on one of her tits and reached up. He tilted her face around and furiously smashed his lips against hers. Fleur let out a loud moan as he resumed squeezing and playing with both her tits, stroking and pinching her sensitive hard nipples as he rutted into her from behind, only for her moan to be swallowed by his demanding kiss.
"Close yet?" He asked, his voice having a hint of a growl to it.
"You wish," she replied challengingly.
"Still didn't learn, eh?" Harry chuckled and released one of her tits once again.
Fleur jerked wildly, her eyes wide, as Harry began to play with her clit furiously as he pounded into her. With one hand squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipples and the other rubbing circles over her clit furiously, Harry drilled into her mercilessly in a three-way assault. Even the veela couldn't sustain such stimulation for a prolonged period.
Fleur let out a loud wail as she came. Her pussy walls tightened impossibly around his girth and Harry let out a victorious roar in his mind as he finally relinquished the firm hold he had been maintaining on his Occlumency.
Their orgasms joined as one, tearing through them like raging infernos and Harry let himself fall over, taking Fleur with him. Laying on his back with Fleur on top of him, he shot rope after rope of his thick, hot seed deep inside her gushing quim.
Meanwhile, Fleur kept jerking wildly on top of him, held in place only by his firm arms wrapped around her midsection. Both lovers were breathing heavily, panting, as they underwent what was the most intense orgasms of their lives.
As Harry slowly came down from his peak, he found Daphne and Valerie sitting on the bed. Grinning, he spread his arms and his wives eagerly pressed themselves on either side of him.
"Well then, looks like the veela's been properly satisfied, hmm?" Daphne asked, smirking as she gazed at Fleur who was still breathing heavily.
The French witch turned her gaze to the other blonde and grinned.
"She's totally silent now," she chuckled. "You proved it to her pretty good, I'd say."
Harry chuckled as Fleur slowly turned herself around on top of him, with their fronts now pressed together. He smiled, meeting her halfway into a tender kiss before Fleur pulled back, gazing at him with pure love and adoration.
"Now that the veela's objections are out of the way, make me yours in every sense of the word, mon amour," she whispered. "Do the ritual with me as well. I want this… all four of us as one."
Harry smiled at the blonde as she exchanged soft kisses with both Daphne and Fleur.
"Let's have a nice sleep for now. We'll do the ritual first thing after telling your parents about our success here."
Fleur let out a soft sigh but nodded in understanding before a sly smirk grew on her face.
"So you're going to tell my Papa how well you fucked his daughter, hmm?" She asked, smirking.
"And that too after he fucked two other girls," Valerie interjected.
"Would be one hell of a way to make him jealous of your manliness, I reckon," Daphne was not one to shy away.
"Oh wow, would you look at that? There are three teasing idiots in my life now," he remarked dryly.
The three young women merely let out amused giggles at that.
XXXXX
The darkness of the night cloaked the island prison fortress of Azkaban in an eerie silence, broken only by the crashing of humongous waves against the jagged rocks near the shore.
His eyes gleaming a malevolent amber and his wolfish features contorted in a feral snarl, Fenrir Greyback, aptly regarded as the most dangerous werewolf alive, led his pack of wolves through the shadows, their footsteps silent on the damp, murky ground.
As they approached the towering, dark fortress that was the Azkaban prison, Fenrir raised a clawed hand, signaling his brethren to halt.
'Despite what happened, my father is still one of the seniormost ministry official, and I have full control over his role. I will ensure everything remains as simple and straightforward as possible. The auror patrol will be minimal. The warning and summoning signals will not work. You can go in with your head held high and walk out without breaking a sweat. You have my word.'
"Let's see how much a trickster's word is worth," Greyback growled in a whisper. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he surveyed the fortress.
A feral grin overtook his features at the sight of the meager defenses. The Aurors patrolling the prison were outnumbered and outmatched, oblivious to the impending onslaught. There had been no warning by now and Fenrir grudgingly gave Crouch the credit he deserved. He had certainly pulled this off flawlessly.
With a guttural growl, Fenrir unleashed his pack, and the werewolves surged forward like a tidal wave of fur and fangs. The Aurors caught off guard, stood no chance as they fell one by one, their screams echoing into the night, swiftly silenced by the relentless onslaught.
Within moments, the island was theirs.
Fenrir's lips curled into a savage grin as he led his pack toward the imposing gates of the mighty Azkaban prison. He thrust his wand forward savagely and a powerful blasting curse surged forward, shattering the locks. The gates groaned open, revealing a sea of gaunt faces pressed against the bars, eyes wide with hope and desperation.
"Grunts," Fenrir spat to the side. "Free those bastards but keep them in a circle. Let none escape."
A few mutts from his pack hastened to follow his command as he climbed up the stairs with the rest, reaching the level he had primarily set out for.
"Death Eaters!" Fenrir bellowed, his voice resonating through the corridors. "You've rotten in this shithole for too long! The time has come for us to rise again! Our lord, our great master is on rise again! Follow me back to his side, aid him in his hour of need, and you shall be free to exact your vengeance upon those who imprisoned you!"
The prisoners erupted into a frenzy, their shouts and pleas echoing against the stone walls. Fenrir's pack tore through the cells, ripping iron bars asunder, and releasing the inmates into the chaos.
Familiar faces emerged from the destroyed prison cells among the free Death Eaters—Antonin Dolohov, his eyes burning with hatred, Amycus and Alecto Carrow, their twin sadistic grins etched onto their faces, Augustus Rookwood, his brow furrowed with determination, and at last, Rudolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, their faces set in feral snarls.
Fenrir smirked and pulled out a shrunk bag from his pocket. He unshrunk it and emptied its contents on the floor, watching as they clattered audibly.
"Unfortunate that your wands were snapped, but fret not. Those will do for now."
One by one, the Death Eaters equipped themselves with a wand for the first time in over a decade as they stepped toward Fenrir, their eyes alight with the promise of carnage and retribution.
"One of our own has been working tirelessly to bring back the glorious days of old," Fenrir snarled. "Our lord, our master is on the rise again. Rejoin the cause you all swore your lives to! Prove you are worthy or our lord's holy mark! Aid him in his hour of need, Death Eaters!"
The Death Eaters hissed maliciously, the sound amplified by the ominous winds blowing all around them. Fenrir grinned triumphantly.
"The time has come for us to reclaim our rightful place on top of the world once more! Death to the Mudbloods! Damnation to the Blood Traitors! For the Dark Lord!"
"For the Dark Lord!" The Death Eaters roared their approval, and with a howl that pierced the night, Fenrir Greyback roared to the heavens as he led them out of Azkaban and into the warm embrace of freedom once again.