Harry's first impression of Andromeda Black-Tonks was the view of an extremely beautiful woman. Dark, chocolate hair, alluring violet eyes, a figure to die for, with ample breasts, an athletic body, a shapely ass, and long legs, Andromeda proved that good looks ran among the Black ladies. Lyra, despite being a spoiled brat, was a knockout, and Narcissa was a certified MILF.
After Andromeda dismissed her daughter, it was down to business.
"I'm happy you showed up, Mr. Potter," Andromeda told him. "Recent events prompted me to want to meet with you. Although due your unique circumstances, it's not exactly easy."
"So, I've gathered," Harry said.
"Madam Bones informed me that you requested the transcript of Sirius's trial," Andromeda said. "And while we have not been able to find that document, we have found another lost document. The Potter will."
And here Harry's interest increased.
"We'll get to that in a few moments," Andromeda said. "You're here because you need a legal representative to help you go over some documents for the goblins. I will help you, naturally, but admittedly and selfishly I have a more personal stake."
"Oh, you do?" Harry asked.
"We've all heard the stories surrounding your legend," Andromeda said. "Everyone has their own idea how you grew up. They naturally thought you lived a charmed life, full of a lap of luxury, learning the most exotic magics and being well versed in the mystical arts."
Harry could not help but snort in disgust.
"I didn't even know I was a wizard until Hagrid told me," Harry said.
Harry could tell by the look on Andromeda's face that she had questions. Just based on that.
"Mr. Potter, I want you to tell me everything," Andromeda said. "And I mean everything."
"Everything?" Harry asked.
"Is this really necessary?" Penelope asked.
"Actually, I think it is," Harry said. "It's time I…it's time I stopped hiding from this. It wasn't pleasant. None of this is pleasant, I think the real time is how much time do you have, Mrs. Tonks?"
Andromeda considered his question.
"My entire afternoon and evening is clear," Andromeda said. "I swear on my honor as a witch that not a single word you say leaves this office without your consent."
Harry took a deep breath and began. He told Andromeda everything, from as far back as he could remember.
Andromeda maintained the guise of being professional, but Harry sensed she was seething beneath the surface, as Harry mentioned how Vernon and Petunia treated him, and how they let, and often encouraged, Dudley and his friends to bully them.
Something inside Harry changed, and he no longer feared getting in trouble for calling the Dursleys out for what they are. He learned he had choices, options. And Harry would sooner set fire to the world, then step one foot back into that place, willingly.
Harry reached the letters and the fact that Hagrid was the one to tell him that he was a wizard.
Andromeda took notes the entire time, although there were points where she ripped the parchment and quickly repaired it. Her eyes narrowed constantly throughout Harry's entire story. Penelope had been crying through parts of Harry's recollections and Harry handed her a box of tissues, which she blew her nose on.
Harry concluded with the confrontation with Snape this morning.
"Is that everything?" Andromeda asked in a solemn voice.
"That I can recall," Harry said.
Harry took a deep breath. Andromeda handed him a piece of chocolate fudge from a tin which he took and ate. It boosted his strength levels.
"I want to make one thing perfectly clear to you, Harry," Andromeda said. "Nothing that happened is your fault. You never should have been put in danger as many times as you have. And I want to tell that the Sorting Hat was right to put you into Gryffindor. Because the bravest thing you can do right now is stand your ground against someone as influential as Albus Dumbledore."
Harry nodded.
"How are you feeling?" Penelope asked him.
Harry considered the question.
"Free."
Penelope wrapped her arms around Harry and hugged him tightly. Harry took a second to rest his head on her chest.
"I'd like to personally apologize," Andromeda said. "We were all given assurances that you were safe. That no harm could come to you. I should have known better, but I…I wasn't in the best state at the time myself…and I hope you can forgive…forgive me."
"There's nothing to forgive," Harry said. "Dumbledore told you all I was safe. And you believed it. Because….well, Dumbledore does make people believe, doesn't he?"
Andromeda leaned in and nodded.
"That is very gracious of you," Andromeda said. "But, I don't know if I could ever forgive myself. And we'll see what we can do about Sirius, although…he should have never gone after Pettigrew."
Harry could hardly find himself arguing with that.
"Amelia Bones may wish to talk to you before too long," Andromeda said. "I'm not going to discourage you, but by telling your story, you're going to make some powerful dangerous enemies. And they will use your gifts as a reason to demonize you as a dark wizard."
"Dumbledore would do something like that?" Harry asked.
Andromeda carefully took a drink of tea.
"Albus Dumbledore rarely gets blood on his hands directly," Andromeda said. "But, he has a lot of people loyal to him, who brand everyone who dares step up to him as dark. I've stood up and argued against him in the past. And those people, they sing his praises. They reinforce Dumbledore's belief that what he is doing is righteous. I've never seen a man who is among the most powerful and the most fragile wizards in existance"
Andromeda reached over to grab her cloak.
"Ready for Gringotts?" Andromeda asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "How about you, Penny?"
Penny nodded in response and left. They took the Floo and within twenty minutes they were up in Vera's office. They went over the documents.
"Everything is in order," Andromeda told Harry.
Harry sighed the papers and Vera smiled.
"Seven to ten days, you will have full access to all of your vaults," Vera said. "And also, there will be an audit on how Vernon and Petunia Dursley handled your money. Would you like to authorize Gringotts to decide their punishment for any wrong doing?"
"Yes," Harry said.
He doubted he could come up with anything nastier than the goblins could.
"Good choice," Andromeda murmured under her breath.
"And here is the hope that this partnership is a mutually beneficial one," Vera said. "And the vault for Ms. Clearwater, has been authorized."
"Thank you," Harry said.
"No, thank you, Mr. Potter,"Vera said. "And I will be handling all of your business personally. I would like to meet you once a month on the final Saturday of the month to discuss matters."
"That can be arranged," Harry said.
Arrangements were made for Harry to come into Gringotts in November, along with Vera giving Harry her personal Floo address in case of an emergency.
The moment they left, Andromeda turned to Harry.
"I know you're smart enough, but do not let Dumbledore meet with you alone," Andromeda said. "Or Snape or McGonagall…especially Snape."
Harry honestly was surprised Dumbledore did not come and retrieve him. That would be the dumbest thing he could do right now.
No, wait, the dumbest thing Dumbledore could do now would be to send Snape to come and retrieve him.
Andromeda handed Harry a simple way to get in touch with her.
"It's a two way mirror, just say my name and I'll respond," Andromeda said. "My sister, Bellatrix invented them as a portable answer to using the Floo, although they only are limited by sets. It's unfortunate she made some poor choices in her life."
Harry figured that would be responsible.
"Wow, what a day," Penelope said. "It's getting close to lunch…should we head back?"
"Well, I just got Divination this afternoon," Harry said. "Trelawney should see my absence coming."
Penelope cracked a smile.
"That wasn't easy going through all of that," Penelope said. "Look….I'm sorry if I'm getting personal…but my mum…she's a psychiatrist…and if you ever want someone to talk to…well….don't take this the wrong way, but you've been through a lot."
Harry grabbed Penelope's hand. He could tell she was not telling him what to do, just giving him an option and making a suggestion out of concern. She was not being bossy, not at all.
"I have," Harry said. "And you're right."
Penelope slipped Harry her mother's card, with her office address and phone number on it.
"We've got some shopping to do," Harry said. "But, first lunch."
"It's a date," Penelope said.
Beatrice Haywood wondered when she would be summoned to Dumbledore's office to have a chat.
To be honest, she had been as surprised as anyone else when she was named Head Girl. She was never even a prefect, but she got the badge.
The truth was, as much as Beatrice was surprised, she was trying to take this seriously. Although she never expected anything like this.
Harry Potter stood up to Professor Snape and contested his points. Thus enacting a tribunal of prefects, lead by the Head Boy and Head Girl, would be doing an investigation on Snape and his conduct, regarding Harry Potter. And oh boy, did Beatrice think there would be some juicy facts dug up on that one.
Beatrice only talked to Harry a few times. Once to assure him that not all of Hufflepuff considered him the next Voldemort. The other was when she came across Harry sneaking out to Hogsmeade and warned him to be careful around Snape. And she also visited him a couple of times after that unfortunate incident with the Dementors during the Quidditch game, although he had not been awake at the time.
He was in his own bubble, kept to himself. Beatrice could not blame him, given everyone had their own opinions about him, before he stepped into Hogwarts.
Including Professor Snape, which brought Beatrice back to the situation at hand.
Beatrice decided to educate herself more on the subject of Harry Potter, and she cornered the Weasley twins. After they confessed to three pranks they had committed, Beatrice managed to get their assessment on Harry.
The state they found Harry after his first year, well it sickened Beatrice. The bars on the windows sickened her even more. What kind of human being did that to anyone?
The fact the adults sent Harry back there after that and disregarded what Fred, George, and Ron were trying to tell them, made Beatrice wonder what the hell any of them were thinking.
Professor Sprout told her that Professor Dumbledore wanted a word with her. And Beatrice knew precisely why.
And she also knew she was not going into that office alone either. Being trapped inside a portrait for an entire year gave one a healthy sense of paranoia.
Beatrice recruited a few trustworthy allies. The Weasley twins, despite not being prefects, were a must. Cedric was willing to help as well, and he still felt bad about the entire Dementor Quidditch incident with Harry. And then Cedric's childhood friend, Cho Chang, who was also a Ravenclaw Prefect joined them. And Hazel Smith, Cedric's fellow sixth year prefect in Hufflepuff.
Once Fred and George got involved, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnett, and Katie Bell also agreed to tag along as well. Angelina and Katie were prefects, but those who knew Harry best on the Gryffindor Quidditch team needed to be there.
"Cockroach Cluster," Beatrice murmured.
Beatrice stepped into the office and Dumbledore sat at his desk, with Professor McGonagall and Snape standing next to him and also, Beatrice's opposite, the Head Boy, Oscar Grimes, who looked particularly spellbound to be in the presence of the great Albus Dumbledore.
Beatrice's old friend, Ismelda Murk, had a word for people like Oscar. "Dumbledrone."
"Good afternoon, Headmaster," Beatrice said.
"Ms. Haywood and….it appears you have quite the group with you," Dumbledore said. "I actually wished to speak to you alone."
"If the rest of you could leave," McGonagall said.
"I'm sorry, Professor, but we can't do that," Cho replied. "We are here to support our Head Girl."
"Of course, we prefects need to make sure we are all on the same page," Cedric said.
"Those two aren't prefects," Snape said.
"Imagine just having to choose just one of us," Fred said while shaking his head.
"It would be criminal," George said. "Professor, which one of you us would you rather have prefect, and why should it be Fred?"
"Brother, that was low," Fred said. "Because, I think you're more prefect material."
"What did I do to deserve such spite from you?" George asked. "Was it because I turned your hair green?"
"If it were up to me, both of you would be expelled," Snape said.
"But, instead, we get to spend another two years together in Potions," George said cheerfully.
"Thanks to those Outstanding OWLs, we managed," Fred said.
Snape pulled a face at the reminder that Fred and George managed to achieve the OWLs needed and he was stuck with them for another two years.
"Unless you quit or get sacked, Professor Snape," George said.
"I would like to speak with you about the tribunal," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, I'm taking it very seriously, Professor Dumbledore," Beatrice said, channeling a bit of her older sister, Penny, her demenanor, in being overly cheerful and sunny. "I feel like students at Hogwarts should feel safe amongst the teachers, especially Harry Potter. We wouldn't want Hogwarts to be tainted with accusations of one of its teacher's being biased, this close to the Triwizard Tournament."
"I can assure you all of the teachers at Hogwarts would not cause any harm to a single student," Dumbledore said.
Fred coughed out the word "bullshit."
"You really should get a healer to check that one out, bro" George said.
"I would like you to ask your permission for the Hogwarts staff to conduct the investigation on Professor Snape," Dumbledore said.
"We'll be fair," Cedric said.
"I'm afraid your judgment could be clouded due to your experiences with Professor Snape," Dumbledore said. "While, I do agree that Professor Snape could stand to be a bit less abrasive and I will take the necessary steps to ask him to tone down certain parts of his teaching style, this is not something that could be done."
Beatrice wanted someone in her corner that would defend her half as hard as Dumbledore defended Professor Snape.
"I shouldn't have to be put under such scrutiny," Snape said. "Potter should be investigated and expelled."
"You better watch what you say about Harry," Angelina said.
"Do not tell me how I will speak about any student, Miss Johnson," Snape said. "Ten points from Gryffindor."
"Severus," Dumbledore warned him.
"You cannot entertain this nonsense, Headmaster," Snape said. "It's how it's always been. Gryffindor, with help from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, has decided to team up to put Slytherin down. The tribalism in this school is out of hand and I'm the only one ensuring that Slytherins get a fair deal."
"Oh, you think what you're doing is a fair deal?" Katie asked.
There was a bit of argument until Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Obviously, some of you are too close to the situation," Dumbledore said. "And you have your own biases which have clouded your judgment. Miss Haywood, please, please, do understand the responsibility you have been given as Head Girl."
"She understands it, Headmaster," Hazel said. "She would desert that responsibility if she stepped back and declined to go forward with this tribunal."
"I…I don't think we should do this, Beatrice," Oscar said.
"Why?" Beatrice asked.
"Because…it looks bad, especially with Durmstrang and Beauxbatons about to show up," Oscar said. "Just…we should let the teachers handle themselves…and handle Professor Snape."
"Our responsibility is to lead the students of Hogwarts, Oscar," Beatrice said.
"Yes," George said.
"Damn, you make Percy look like an independent thinker," Fred said.
"Wow, you're right," George said.
"Why are you two even here?" Oscar asked.
"Proof that you don't need a badge to be a leader," Angelina said.
Oscar just murmured something something underneath his breath.
"Could you say that louder and to my face, please?" Beatrice asked.
"I think…well I don't think you're emotionally stable enough to be Head Girl," Oscar said.
"Miss Haywood, I'm afraid Mr. Grimes may have a point," Dumbledore said. "I will call a meeting amongst the Hogwarts staff and decide whether or not you should maintain that responsibility. Although, perhaps you can convince me otherwise."
Beatrice just fumed.
"Are you blackmailing me, Headmaster?" Beatrice asked.
"Such a thing to say," Oscar said. "Professor Dumbledore would never do such a thing…."
"Quiet, drone, I wasn't asking you," Beatrice said. "Are you blackmailing me?"
"I was just expressing my concern that we may have made a mistake in our selection process," Dumbledore said.
"Are you blackmailing me?" Beatrice asked a third time.
"Listen, you stupid girl….."
Snape piped off and had several angry eyes on him in a second. The entire Gryffindor Quidditch team looked at Snape with anger. And even Cedric, as mild mannered as anyone, was twitching.
"Excuse me?" Hazel asked. "Do you know my grandfather is on the board of governors and I can end you right now?"
"Miss Smith, you shouldn't resort to such threats," Dumbledore said. "I think this meeting is over…and Severus…I believe you should return to your office right now. And Miss Haywood, I would like you to think carefully about what your next move would be. Please reconsider your course of action."
Everyone had been dismissed and Beatrice had been shaking.
"Bea, deep breaths, please," Cedric said.
"Calm down, please," George said.
"I am…I am calm," Beatrice said.
"They're going to try and strip you of your badge," Katie said. "Can they do that?"
"Well , if…if the staff agree," Cedric said.
"I didn't want this," Beatrice said. "But, I won't stand down."
"Good," Hazel said. "Snape had no right talking to you like that."
"He has no right talking to anyone the way he does," George said. "But, he does."
"Damn, I'm glad Harry did something about him," Alicia said.
"Me too," Katie said. "I…I don't like Potions anymore and it's because of him."
"Don't let Snape ruin your enjoyment," Beatrice said. "We need more Potioneers. And Healers. And Aurors….there's a lack of them, especially over the past decade."
Beatrice hated all of this. She wanted to scream. And the sound of footsteps behind her caused her to stop.
Oscar, again.
"The Triwizard Tournament is more important than some petty vendetta," Oscar said. "Bea, you need to drop this."
"It's not my call to drop it," Beatrice said. "I would be failing one of Hogwarts students and not just any student. We would be enslaved by Voldemort if it wasn't for Harry."
Oscar flinched. Some Gryffindor.
"Please, just…don't," Oscar said. "There are more important things than this."
"What is more important than doing our job?" Beatrice asked. "We've been chosen to represent Hogwarts. But, you would rather stand there with stars in your eyes and polish your badge then do the work to actually lead."
And Beatrice said her piece. She anticipated the next meeting would be her losing her badge over this.
Perhaps not feeling entitled to the badge in the first place gave her a sense of perspective with the entire responsibility she had been given.
She had a couple of letters to send.
After business concluded in Gringotts, Harry went on an extensive shopping trip, getting pretty much everything he felt he needed for now, both in Magical and Muggle London. After the day had concluded, Harry and Penelope returned to the Three Broomsticks, with their purchases.
Harry also bought a few gifts for Lyra when he was there. He could not wait to see her in them.
"I feel like a lot changed today," Penelope said.
"Yes," Harry said. "I'm sure Dumbledore's going to find out soon and he won't be pleased."
"I thought he was…well I thought he was a great wizard," Penelope said.
"Well, great, as in he's accomplished many things and is magically powerful, he is still is," Harry said. "But, great in the sense that he's made the best decisions, I'm not sure."
"Good evening, Harry."
Madam Rosmerta greeted them with a knowing smile as the two returned from their shopping.
"Do you have a room for me?" Harry asked.
"For you and Miss Clearwater?" Rosmerta asked. "Always."
"Mr. Potter?"
Harry turned around and noticed the Astronomy Teacher, Professor Sinistra sitting in the Three Broomsticks, having a drink. While it was getting dark, it was still several hours before she was due to teach class.
"Professor?" Harry asked.
"You've caused quite the stir today," Professor Sinistra said.
"Just remember, if Snape didn't confront me first, I wouldn't have had to do what I did," Harry said.
"Professor Snape does not see it that way, I'm afraid," Sinistra said. "Professor Flitwick ran your essay through every test imaginable and it came up clean. Which did not put Professor Snape in a good frame of mind."
"He hates it when I don't excel, he hates it when I excel," Harry said. "Is there anything that he's happy about?"
"Well, I don't think I should speak ill of a colleague," Sinistra said. "Therefore, I'll respectfully decline to answer that question."
Harry nodded, he knew precisely what Sinistra's answer was by the way she gave a non-answer.
"Just know that once you return, there's a chance Professor Dumbledore may insist that you go up to his office," Sinistra said. "Just a fair warning."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said.
"Just making sure you understand what you're returning to," Sinistra said. "And I want to talk to you after Astronomy class on Friday about the detentions you're currently serving with Professor Burbage."
Sinistra gave Harry a certain look which made Harry wonder. And with that, she finished her drink and is off.
"You did have a crush on her," Penelope said.
"No past tense about that," Harry said. "Do you blame me?"
Penelope leaned forward and kissed Harry. She practically slid into his arms.
"Not at all."
Harry and Penelope walked up the stairs to the room that Madam Rosmerta so helpfully gave them.
"Just a minute," Penelope said.
Harry took the bed and waited for Penelope to return. Today had been quite the revelation for many reasons. Telling Andromeda all he did was not easy, but he was happy getting it off of his chest.
A few minutes passed and Penelope stood in the doorway, from the bathroom. She dressed in a lacy black and green corset, with a matching thong, and thigh high stockings, along with a garter belt. She wore around her neck a choker with a green lightning bolt on it. She crossed the room.
"You look amazing," Harry said.
Penelope slid on the bed and pulled off Harry's shirt, to reveal his strong chest and muscular arms. He had built up since the last time she saw him in this state. Penelope leaned in and kissed him once more.
The two snogged heatedly, with Penelope and Harry enjoying each other when they made out with each other. Penelope nibbled on Harry's lower lip and her tongue sought entrance to his mouth. The two French kissed each other, before they pulled away.
"I missed this," Penelope moaned. "I'm glad…I'm glad I can be with you."
Penelope ran her hand down Harry's body and rubbed his bulge. She licked her lips.
"I like the choker," Harry said.
"It's a popular style," Penelope said.
"More witches should be wearing them soon."
Harry looked at a few books that were, well while they were not banned, they were most certainly of the more questionable ends of magic. The Imperius Curse gave him a taste and a rush to put others underneath his power. But, he felt he could go much further.
Penelope pulled Harry's cock out of his pants. She kissed him, like greeting an old friend. The raven-haired witch slipped her tongue down Harry's manhood and worshipped the younger wizard before her. Age mattered little in their world, power was what mattered.
The hungry tongue of the witch moved up and down on his cock. She kept licking and teasing him, when Harry inched his cock deep inside of her mouth. Penelope's eyes met Harry when she bobbed up and down.
Harry never forgot the first time Penny blew him. And yet, it just got better with each passing time. She bobbed up and down on his cock, pumping it deep into her mouth. She gasped for him and pulled out.
"I need to feed."
Harry pulled down her corset and exposed her large chest for his view. Harry peppered inch after inch down her neck and made her cry with pleasure. Penelope just breathed heavily when Harry cradled her right breast in his hand and sucked on it. Penelope just felt really good.
Like a hungry man, Harry dove down and sucked her tits. Penelope closed her eyes, as Harry teased her. A little charm resulted in her nipples lactating for Harry.
"Yes, darling," Penelope breathed. "Oooh, yes!"
The fact he drank milk from her nipples caused Penelope to orgasm. Harry latched his lips around her nipples and sucked them. He edged his tongue down onto her.
"You're so bad ,sometimes," Penelope said with a small smile.
"Well, a naughty older witch corrupted me."
Harry kissed down Penelope and exposed her dripping pussy lips. The only hair covering her cunt had been shaved into a lightning bolt.
"Another popular style that more witches are using," Penelope said. "Some…a couple have gotten tattoos…although I've never been brave enough."
Harry figured there were charms to link the tattoos to him. Harry disappeared between Penelope's legs and feasted on her pussy. Penelope let out another cry when used his naughty tongue to make her spurt. Harry pressed down into her and feasted on her pussy.
"Oooh, yes, my dear," Penelope moaned. "Yes…mmmm….yes"
"You're perfect," Harry told her.
"I…try," Penelope gasped.
Harry climbed on top of her and used her tits as his toys. Then, he slipped his cock deep inside of her and pushed deep inside of her.
"I will do anything for the man who saved Hogwarts," Penelope moaned. "Who saved us all."
Harry plunged into Penelope and could feel her tighten up. Harry could feel her walls tighten against him when he pushed in and out of her. Harry rode the hell out of her and drove deep inside of her. Penelope let out another cry when he plunged deep inside of her.
"I love you," Penelope moaned.
Those words just flowed out of her mouth.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "I don't know if…."
Penelope grabbed Harry and kissed him before flipping him over and slammed up and down onto him. She rocked herself down onto him, eyes just glazed over.
"I have…since you slayed the Basilisk," Penelope moaned. "I just…really hope you don't have to do anything like that again."
Harry ran his hands down Penelope's breasts and caressed them.
"I….I'm not sure what love is, to be honest," Harry said. "But, I've felt a connection to you…it's a strong one…and I guess…I guess that's it."
"Don't worry, Harry, there's no pressure," Penelope said. "We're going to make everyone who made you suffer regret it. And then we'll both understand what love is."
Harry was surprised to see sweet and virtuous Penelope Clearwater looked rather manic for a second. However, she rode him quite vigorously when she pushed down onto him. Her pussy tightened around him when working up and down onto him.
"A collective of witches for a great hero," Penelope breathed. "It's poetic isn't it. You're not the hero we deserve, Harry, but we're glad to have you….I'm glad to have you."
Penelope used her box.
"You're a goddess and I'm glad to have you," Harry said.
"Stop saying things like that…you're making me love you more and more," Penelope gasped. "Oh, I'm cumming so hard for you."
Penelope and Harry worked against each other. The fucking got more vigorous when the two worked against each other. Penelope tightened around his cock and exploded for him.
"I'll carry your children, when you want me to," Penelope said. "I'll be your Lady Potter for you!"
And Penelope exploded, showing devotion, fanatically, to Harry. Finally, Harry surrendered the seed deep inside of her. Penelope just breathed when she finished.
"Just imagine if I was your wife," Penelope said. "Let me treat you, my beloved husband."
And Penelope spoiled Harry with kisses and caresses before they went to another round. Harry loved how devoted this woman was to him and he did not put her underneath the Imperius Curse to ensure her compliance.
Lyra folded her arms and tapped her foot when waiting for her next lesson from Potter. This morning made her want to pull her hair and scream. Stupid Snape, and his stupid grudges, ruining her life. If Potter left Hogwarts, she would lose the bet by default and be forced to be Daphne's servant.
"All you're missing is hair curlers and a rolling pin."
Lyra rolled her eyes and she turned to see Harry carrying several bags.
"Snape wants to make sure you pay for what you pulled this morning," Lyra said.
"I'm sure he does," Harry said.
"Potter, if Dumbledore pulls the right strings, this investigation will go from the prefects to the teachers, and they will do what Dumbledore says, and Snape will return," Lyra said. "He will make your life a living hell."
"So, business as usual," Harry said. "So, how is your French?"
"Fluent," Lyra said. "Why?"
Harry grabbed Lyra and kissed her on the lips while using Legilimens to gaze in her eyes. The kiss was unnecessary, but Harry just loved making Lyra hot under the collar and wet beneath the panties. Harry learned how to speak French rather quickly, his mind assimilating the information at a rate which even astounded him.
Dudley would say he was using "cheat-codes" and Harry supposed he would be right.
"What was that?" Lyra asked.
"Just a backup plan, in case Dumbledore screws up the tribunal on Snape."
Harry spoke in such fluent and perfect French that it made Lyra blush. He made a way to make it sound, well rather alluring.
"Show off," Lyra said. "I know Bulgarian as well for the record ,and Russian…and also Japanese."
"One language at a time, don't want to fry my brain," Harry said.
"Oh, that would be a loss," Lyra said.
Harry played with her hair. Lyra could not bring herself to hex his fingers off, despite her not liking when people messed with her hair.
"You were a bit peeved when I came here," Harry said. "Talk to me. What's your problem?"
"My problem…is you ran off today and I didn't know whether you would be back," Lyra said. "I really want to fight this Imperius Curse and I don't want to lose every night. And you spend the day with Clearwater, doing Morgana knows what. What were you doing, Potter?"
"That's none of your business," Harry said.
"Potter, please, what were…what was so important that you skipped an entire day of classes?" Lyra asked.
"To be fair, it was just Snape, Binns, and Trelawney," Harry said. "Nothing major."
Lyra just shook her head.
"You need to…."
"Careful, you're starting to sound like Hermione."
Here, Lyra pulled a face.
"Oh, Granger, that reminds me," Lyra said. "She hexed Zabini in the library."
Harry just sighed.
"Damn it, Hermione," Harry groaned. "Why?"
"Zabini wasn't in the mood to talk, given how she almost burned off half of his face with this nasty filled boils," Lyra said. "Tracey said he looked like some kind Muggle comic book villain…half-head or something like that."
Harry just shrugged, he had no idea what Tracey was talking about either.
"You should have put Granger on a leash much sooner," Lyra said. "Zabini's mother could very well kill her over this."
"There's plenty of rumor and innuendo she's good at that," Harry said. "What am I going to about Hermione?"
"Disavow her and pretend you never met?" Lyra asked.
Harry figured that would be Lyra's suggestion.
"She better not have thrown you off," Lyra said. "We have a lesson."
"Yes, damn it, Malfoy, I know that," Harry hissed. He realized he spoke in Parseltongue, but he did not care that Lyra was puzzled. "You do realize what Dumbledore might try because of this, don't you?"
"I did, but I wasn't aware of a Gryffindor like you would come to that conclusion," Lyra said. "Could you finally be opening your eyes?"
Harry said nothing.
"Where is she?" Harry asked.
"Hospital Wing, but she had to be sedated," Lyra said. "But, don't worry about Potter. I need to learn to do this in four days."
Harry sighed.
"Fine," Harry said. "I'll go easy on you tonight."
"No, you don't get it, I don't want you go easy on me," Lyra said. "You have too many distractions. It's your detentions with Burbage. Giving lessons to Weasley and Bones, using Tracey as your personal cum rag while Daphne gives you Legilimency and Occlumency lessons. Then you decide to start a piss fight with Snape at the worst possible time…."
"He started the piss fight with me," Harry reminded her.
"Whatever," Lyra drawled. "And then it's Granger and her problems and you called that tart Clearwater back here and…."
"Enough," Harry said. "You don't boss me around. You don't tell me what to do. Hermione thought she could, but she was wrong. And we were actually friends. Do not think I will let you get away with your bullshit, Malfoy."
Lyra stopped suddenly.
"Potter, I….." Lyra said. "I…."
"You can go fuck yourself, Malfoy," Harry said. "Have fun dressing as a maid and serving Greengrass the rest of the year."
"Wait, you can't be serious?" Lyra asked.
"I'm serious," Harry said. "I don't have the time for a spoiled little brat like you. You've always got your way. Well, you can't with me. I've got more important things to worry about then you worrying about your little bet. And here's a reality check."
Harry just looked at her.
"Your father wasn't weak because he was put underneath the Imperius Curse," Harry said. "He was weak because he willingly served a psychopath and kneeled before a half-blood like Voldemort. He gladly murdered and tortured people, to compensate for the fact he was a pathetic little man. He should be in Azkaban, but he bought his way out."
Lyra looked completely shaken.
"Take it back," Lyra said.
"No," Harry said. "You're just like Dumbledore. Someone should have told you both no, much sooner."
Harry left, taking the gifts he brought with Lyra with her and slammed the door in her face.
Lyra went to chase him down the hallway, only to realize he was gone.
She wanted to scream. And cry.
Why did the fact that Harry Potter just denied her make her want him even more?
Harry walked off, fuming about how Lyra tried to dictate what he would do. He agreed to help her learn how to resist the Imperius Curse, out of the goodness of his heart. However, she was being both difficult and snotty with him.
Harry begrudgingly put up with Hermione trying to dictate what he was doing for the past three years, until he realized he did not have to. There was some level of friendship there.
With Lyra on the other hand, she had antagonized Harry and his friends for the past three years. And only tried to be cordial when she needed him. The mask slid off when other things occupied Harry's time.
Lyra did not like getting her way. She was spoiled and entitled. She was essentially Dudley if Dudley was an attractive witch. And to think, she almost fooled Harry into thinking she could be respectful at times.
"Out late, are we?"
Harry turned around and noticed the Head Girl standing before him and she just blinked when she looked at him.
"Beatrice, right?" Harry asked
"Yes," Beatrice said. "Come with me, please."
Harry just shrugged. Getting busted by the Head Girl was just the perfect way to end the day.
"Inside."
The moment the door slammed, Beatrice turned her attention to Harry.
"I want to know that you caused me one major headache today, Harry Potter," Beatrice said. "Dumbledore called me to his office today, to discuss what I intended what to do about the Tribunal investigating Snape's conduct."
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked.
"Well, I might have heard Dumbledore out, if he gave me good reasons," Beatrice said. "But, he suggested that it was in my best interest to turn the investigation over to the teachers. And when I refused to do that, he suggested that he might take away my Head Girl badge."
"And you think that's my fault, is it?" Harry asked, his defenses already raised.
"No," Beatrice said to him. "Snape was the one who started it this morning. You just finally stood up for yourself, and they don't like it when people do that around here. If Dumbledore had a good reason, I might have agreed to let the teachers take care of it, but after Dumbledore suggested he would strip me of the Head Girl post, screw it. You want to go all the way with this, I'm with you all the way."
Beatrice gave Harry an encouraging smile.
"What about the other prefects?" Harry asked. "The Head Boy?"
"The Head Boy bends the knee to Dumbledore," Beatrice said. "Just enough of the prefects committed in backing me up, although it's too close. I have a couple of Slytherins that are on the fence, they're afraid of Snape's retaliation because they think this isn't going to have any consequences."
"Not this time," Harry assured her. "Not if I can help it."
"If only I had a strong Head Boy backing me up," Beatrice suggested.
"The students can petition for the removal of the Head Boy," Harry said. "Under extraordinary circumstances. Although, you're going to need about eighty percent of the student population to sign off on it."
Beatrice raised her eyebrow.
"A friend of mine gave me a copy of the Hogwarts Guidelines," Harry said. "It's available in the restricted section in the library. I found out I could contest Snape in that way."
"Prefects and the Heads were informed about the Tribunal, but…not about the Head recall," Beatrice said.
"If it fails, you could lose your position as Head Girl, for trying to stage a coup," Harry said. "And afterwards, the student can vote for Head Boy."
"Wow, that's something," Beatrice said. "And don't worry, they're going to try and kick me out if I don't agree to back off and hand over the investigation of Snape to the teachers."
Beatrice and Harry sat down next to each other.
"Dumbledore has no idea what he's stirring up," Beatrice said. "He's gotten me upset. And he's…well he upsets me, he'll get my sister, Penny, mad at him. And if Penny's upset, then all of Penny's friends will be upset and…let's just say, you'll have some powerful witches in your corner."
"Well, all of the help is appreciated," Harry said.
The two sat for a minute as Beatrice took a calming breath.
"Dumbledore had no right to threaten you like that," Harry said.
"No, he didn't," Beatrice said. "He's forgotten who I know. And you know what, let Snape burn. And if Dumbledore wants to stick his neck out for Snape, well, he needs to pick better hills to die on."
A second passed and it was getting rather late as the ysat there.
"You looked like you were upset when you came down the hall," Beatrice said. "Looks like we both had a pretty rough day today."
"Yes," Harry said. "Thanks for supporting me."
"I know how hard people like you have it," Beatrice said. "The fact it keeps happening again and again, just is a failure with Hogwarts. This place was great. It can be great again, but as long as the current people are in charge it's….I don't have much hope for the future."
Beatrice just looked thoughtful.
"You know, you're still out of bounds," Beatrice said. "And as the Head Girl…I should report you for it."
"Perhaps I could….make it worth your while to look the other way," Harry said, catching on.
The revelation about Hermione and what she did put Harry in a rather rough place mentally. Their friendship was hanging on by a thread, but she was leverage that Dumbledore might push to make Harry drop the Snape issue.
"Please," Beatrice said. "Rock my world, hero boy."
The two kissed each other. Beatrice's lips were surprisingly soft, despite her somewhat abrasive demeanor. The Head Girl moaned into the mouth of the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry ran his hands down her and slowly removed her robes. She let out another hot moan when he pushed against her.
"Is that your wand?" Beatrice teased him when running a hand against his crotch. "Or are you happy to see me?"
"There's only one way to find out," Harry told her.
Beatrice dropped to her knees and decided to see what she had to work with. And a large phallus shot out and hit her in the face. She might get a black eye from that, but she would wear it with pride.
"Well, time for me to earn the title, Head Girl," Beatrice said with a saucy smile and wink.
Beatrice wrapped her lips around Harry's cock and started to suck it. Harry grabbed the back of her head and glided the Head Girl's warm lips down his impressive tool. Beatrice let out another moan when she popped those lips up and down his length, groaning when he pushed it deep into her mouth.
"Mmm," Beatrice moaned.
She really enjoyed it. She inhaled Harry's musk and the scent of a powerful wizard drove Beatrice wild. She had a sense of duty, but damn if she would not enjoy serving him. Harry's eyes met hers as she gave him a sloppy blowjob and loudly popped around him.
"Bea," Harry groaned for her. "Get….get it."
Beatrice did in fact do that. The Head Girl blew her younger lover. Although, age did not matter, in their world, it was power, and Harry Potter was extremely powerful.
The loud slurping sounds escalated throughout the room. Beatrice put her face down onto Harry's crotch and drove her lips down onto him. Harry plunged down into her mouth and let out another groan as he pushed deeper and further inside of her. She grabbed the underside of his balls and squeezed them.
Well, she was asking for it and Harry gave it to her. He spurted, several long and potent spurts of seed down into her throat when she moaned when he filled up her throat. Beatrice just tilted her head back and let out a very hot moan when he finished inside of her mouth. She tilted back and let out another final gasp.
"Ooh, your dick tastes so fucking good."
Beatrice twirled her tongue against Harry's pole and licked it, breathing in pleasure. His length just pushed up against her mouth when he pulled her down. He leaned in and teased his length, very slightly stroking him. She breathed in pleasure when she pumped up and down on him, grabbing him and releasing him.
"I want to see you now," Harry said.
Beatrice dropped her robes to the ground and unbuttoned her blouse. She took off the green bra she wore, to reveal some fat D-Cup tits. Her nipples were pierced, which was something different Harry was used to. Her navel was also pierced, and she had a small tattoo on her arm of a Dragon flipping the middle finger.
"Penny gave me hell when I got this one," Beatrice said, when Harry played with her tits. "Turn me around…you should see the other ones."
Harry turned around and kissed down her back. He saw it, at the small of her back, a small lightning bolt tattoo etched on the small of her back. He reached between her legs and kissed her.
"Should I be flattered?" Harry asked.
"You…you should be," Beatrice said. "It was…Merula's idea to get them. Merula, CJ, Tulip, Nym, Chiara, and I all got them. Penny's too much of a straight arrow…and Badeea didn't get one for religious regions."
Harry exposed her pussy and saw that her clit was pierced as well, with a small stud out of it. Harry vibrated his tongue against her pussy and made her shake hard for him. She let out another cry, breathing in pleasure when she toyed with him and made her just gasp hard for him.
The sensation of a Parseltongue vibrating against a pierced clit had been quite the ride for Beatrice. Beatrice's legs started to shake and she started to breathe in and out heavily.
Beatrice squirted and Harry tasted her honey. The head girl flashed him an eager smile.
"It's time for the main event…well one of them, hero boy."
Harry climbed on top of Beatrice and could not resist touching her pierced tits. Beatrice moaned loudly when he ran his fingers down onto her and made her shake in pleasure. She let out another couple of gasps when he touched her, making her moan in pleasure when he twisted her nipples and breathed in heavily. He kissed her nipples and made her cry out for him.
Finally, Harry's large cock slammed into Beatrice's wet, hot, pussy. This was what they both needed right now. Harry ripped her stockings when he grabbed her legs and fucked her. He pinned her down onto the nearest desk and drove deep inside of her.
"Y-Yes," Beatrice moaned. "OOOH, HARRY!"
Beatrice could feel it. Those big bloated balls slapping against her. She dug her nails into Harry's back and he slammed into her.
Harry took out his frustrations on the sexy blonde witch before him. Beatrice bit down on her lip, with an alluring shade of green lipstick on it, as her bangs framed her face with a seductive curtain. Harry kept driving deeper and deeper inside of her and she breathed in pleasure.
"Oooh, I think this will work out nicely."
Beatrice was sworn to her duty, but now she would do anything to help Harry Potter out of the pleasure of it. That big cock slammed into her like an addiction. Harry grabbed her and shoved his cock deep inside of her. Beatrice tightened her walls around him and milked him extremely hard when he thrusted deep inside of her.
"HARDER!"
Well, Harry tugged on her nipples and this made Beatrice just growl in his ear. The two fucked each other vigorously. Hard and fast. Beatrice was quite the maniac when she wanted to be. She rolled Harry over so he laid on the desk and rode him quite vigorously.
Beatrice impaled herself on that big thick cock. She did not relent. She pounded her pussy up and down onto his rod when he plunged deeper inside of her. Beatrice tightened and released his cock, breathing heavily. She worked him over, tightening her muscles.
Harry could see the same fanatical devotion he saw flash through Penelope's eyes earlier. Beatrice breathed heavily she she tightened them.
"Dumbledore fucked around and now he's going to find out," Beatrice gasped. "Oooh, are you going to cum? I need it inside of me….that would be a perfect way to end my Hogwarts experience. Knocked up by the Boy-Who-Lived."
Harry just groaned and could feel her inner vaginal muscles just coaxing his cum out. He reached up and slammed down into her. Harry roughly pounded Beatrice who screamed in pleasure for him.
"You're such a slut," Harry growled.
"No," Beatrice told him. "I'm your slut!"
Harry could feel her tighten around him and with one more push, he erupted inside of the younger Haywood sister. She tightened and released him, exploding deep inside of her. Beatrice just milking him. Harry sent a glorious creampie spilling deep inside of her. She tightened and released him. Beatrice let out another moan, gasping when he tightened his grip around her nipples and filled her up.
Beatrice rolled over and got on all fours. She sucked on her finger and stuck her finger deep into her anus, before working her over.
"Come on, Potter, stick it where it counts."
Harry viewed Beatrice's bubbly ass just bounced for him. Harry grabbed her ass and with another plunge, could feel himself go inside of her.
Her body was like an endless aphrodisiac. The fact she was pierced and tattooed made her different than the other witches that Harry slept with. She was fucking sexy as well and moaned lustfully when he slammed deeper and deeper in her ass. She let out another moan.
Harry really gave it to her. All the aggressions he had tonight about Lyra and her attitude and Hermione and her poor decision making, had been taken out with Lyra. Harry rapidly slammed deep inside of her. Beatrice squeezed his cock with her ass when he plowed deep inside of her.
"Do you like being my little anal slut, Bea?" Harry asked.
"I've already taken your mark…we need to make that more than a vanity," Beatrice said. "But we can….discuss that after you get done fucking my ass."
Harry molested Beatrice's body. He kept hammering her. Her cheeks were reddened from when Harry groped and released it. He hammered deep inside of her. Beatrice milked and released him. She closed him.
One more push and Harry lost it in the third hole of the night. The fact he was literally in bed with the Head Girl was a coup for him.
Beatrice's eyes glazed over and she just tensed around him. Her anal regions tightened around Harry before she finished.
The moment Harry pulled away, Beatrice grabbed his cock.
"I'm not done with you, yet."
Beatrice Haywood went ass to mouth and shoved his thick cock deep inside of her throat and moaned when he plunged deep inside of her. She let out another cry when he fucked her face.
"Head Girl, indeed."
Harry and Beatrice shagged until the early morning dawn with Harry endlessly emptying load after load into Beatrice's holes until she was turned into his own personal cum dump.
From the outside, Cho Chang watched, with eyes widened. Her eyes were completely glazed over as she watched Harry and Beatrice go at it. They were so involved with each other, they did not notice her.
Cho gasped.
Everyone pushed her and Cedric together. And they were friends since as long as they could both talk and walk. However, Cho was not too certain it was right for her. Cedric was nice enough and his father obviously was on "Team Chodric", but Cho could not…well she was not sure that Cedric was cut out with what she wanted out of life.
Cedric would, to be honest, Cho knew him better than anyone else. And he would like to see Cho get fucked raw by a powerful wizard like Harry Potter.
Cho heard someone move past and made herself scarce in case it was Filch or Mrs. Norris.
From the shadows, Su Li just grinned. This was going to be easier than she thought.
Outside of Number Four Privet Drive, Amelia Bones and Zara Li showed up, dressed in their best Muggle attire.
"Let me lead," Amelia said.
"Oh, of course," Zara said. "Do you think this woman will be any trouble?"
"We'll deal with it," Amelia said.
Amelia knocked on the door and a rather average looking blonde woman answered the door. She would never believe this was Lily Potter's sister, due to the fact they really had little in common.
"May I help you?" Petunia asked.
"My name is Amelia Bones, I'm from the Department of Magical Law…."
The door slammed in her face so quickly that Amelia was almost impressed the speed of Petunia's spite.
"Rude," Zara murmured.
Amelia expected this. But, if anything else, Amelia Bones was persistent.