Power of Family

by Gray_Barron

Summary:

When Harry Potter discovers an ancient forgotten secret of the Potter Clan, he may just have found what he needs to gain the power to fight the dark lord. It will require hard choices, dark choices, but Harry will do whoever... ah... whatever it takes...

Notes:

I am not one for extensive notes.

I do not own Harry Potter.

I will announce the release of new Chapters for this and other works on my Discord: https://discord.gg/zzXERuAuPh

All the images are AI-generated.

Chapter 1

Notes:

I am not one for extensive notes.

I do not own Harry Potter.

I will announce the release of new Chapters for this and other works on my Discord: https://discord.gg/zzXERuAuPh

All the images are AI-generated.

Harry Potter stood in the dimly lit family vault, surrounded by piles of gold galleons, silver sickles, and various magical artifacts. It had been a long summer, and he was eager to return to Hogwarts for his fifth year. As he rummaged through the treasures, a peculiar book caught his eye. It was bound in ancient black leather, with strange runes etched into the spine.

 

Curiosity piqued, Harry carefully opened the book and began to read. To his astonishment, the book revealed a long-hidden secret of the Potter family: the more descendants a Potter male had, the stronger and more powerful his magic would become. Harry couldn't believe what he was reading. Surely this had to be some kind of sick joke or perverse fantasy. His parents would never condone such a thing.

 

Determined to get to the bottom of it, Harry surreptitiously tucked the book into his robes and made his way back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. As he stepped inside the old, musty house, he was greeted by the familiar faces of Hermione, Ginny, and the other Weasleys.

 

"Harry, you're back!" Hermione exclaimed, giving him a quick hug. Harry felt a slight flutter in his chest as he inhaled her flowery scent. "We were starting to worry about you."

 

"Yeah, what took you so long?" Ginny asked, playfully nudging his arm. "Did you rob Gringotts or something?"

 

Harry forced an awkward laugh. "No, nothing like that. Just had some business to take care of." He quickly changed the subject. "So, what have you all been up to?"

 

Over the next few days, Harry tried his best to push the book and its dark secrets out of his mind. He busied himself with helping his friends clean and prepare for the upcoming school year. However, he couldn't help but notice how attractive all the women in the house were. Hermione's brilliant mind and bushy hair. Ginny's fiery spirit and athletic build. Even older witches like Molly Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks had a certain charm and beauty to them.

 

One night, as Harry lay in bed, his thoughts turned once again to the book. He had dismissed its contents as rubbish at first, but now he started to wonder... he had always wanted a large family, would it really be such a bad thing to impregnate multiple women? After all, it was for the greater good. With stronger magic, he would be better equipped to fight Voldemort and protect those he loved.

 

"No!" Harry whispered fiercely, slamming his fist against the mattress. "I can't even think about doing something so vile and selfish. What kind of man would that make me?" He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will the intrusive thoughts away. But they kept creeping back in, whispering dark temptations and planting seeds of doubt.

 

The next morning, Harry resolved to destroy the book once and for all. He snuck down to the kitchen while everyone was still asleep, planning to toss it into the fireplace. However, as he descended the stairs, he heard muffled voices coming from the drawing room. Curious, he crept closer to investigate.

 

"I'm just saying, it would be a good match," came the voice of Molly Weasley. "Harry is a fine young man, and Ginny clearly fancies him. I've seen the way she looks at him."

 

"Molly, they're just children!" Arthur Weasley protested. "And Harry already has so much on his plate, with the whole Chosen One business. We shouldn't pressure him into anything."

 

Harry felt his face flush with embarrassment. Was Ginny's mum actually suggesting they get together? Sure, Ginny was pretty, but he had never thought of her in that way. At least, not until recently. Now, he couldn't seem to get the image of her straddling him out of his head.

 

Flustered, Harry quickly made his way back upstairs, the book still in hand. As he passed by Ginny's room, he paused, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he gently pushed open the door. There she was, fast asleep, her fiery hair splayed out across the pillow. Her nightgown had ridden up, revealing smooth, creamy thighs.

 

Harry felt a stirring in his groin. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He started to imagine what it would be like to have her; to feel her naked body pressed against his as he thrust into her welcoming heat. To fill her with his seed and watch her belly swell with his child.

 

"No," Harry moaned softly, clenching his eyes shut. "This is wrong. I can't." He quickly backed out of the room, his mind and heart racing. He knew he needed to get rid of the book before it consumed him entirely.

 

Down in the kitchen, Harry took a deep breath and lobbed the book into the crackling fireplace. He watched, mesmerized, as the flames licked at the ancient pages, turning them to ash. But even as the book burned, he could still feel its influence, like a dark presence in the back of his mind.

 

Harry knew he was in for a long and trying year. With Voldemort on the rise and the Ministry of Magic in denial, he needed to stay focused on what was important. But would he be able to resist the temptation to act on his newfound knowledge? Only time would tell...

 

As the days turned into weeks, Harry found himself struggling more and more with his dark desires. He tried to avoid being alone with Hermione and Ginny, but it proved difficult in the confined space of Grimmauld Place. Stolen glances and brief touches sent shivers down his spine, making his trousers tighten.

 

One evening, as Harry sat in the drawing room with Hermione, pouring over their Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks, he felt a sudden surge of lust. Hermione's hair smelled like flowers, and her breath tickled his ear as she leaned in close to read a passage. His eyes traveled down her body, lingering on the curve of her small but pert breasts beneath her sweater.

 

"Hermione," Harry said hoarsely, "I think I need a break. I'm going to head up to bed." He stood up quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.

 

Hermione looked up at him, concerned. "Are you feeling alright, Harry? You look a little flushed."

 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled, bolting for the door. "Just tired is all. Goodnight."

 

As he lay in bed, trying to ignore his raging erection, Harry's thoughts turned once again to the book. He knew he shouldn't, but he found himself mentally replaying its words over and over again. "The more women a Potter man impregnates, the stronger and more powerful his magic will become."

 

"What if I just did it once?" Harry whispered to himself, stroking his hard cock through his pajama pants. "Just to see if it works? I could always use the contraceptive charm afterwards so they don't actually get pregnant."

 

He thought of Hermione, her slender body trembling beneath him as he pushed her knees apart. He could almost feel the heat of her sex, beckoning him to bury himself inside her.

 

"And Ginny... she wants me. Her mum even said so," Harry continued, bucking his hips as he fucked his fist. "She would probably be happy if I knocked her up. We could raise the baby together."

 

Dirty images flashed through his mind as he worked himself closer to the edge. Hermione, Ginny, even Mrs. Weasley and Tonks, all heavy with his children as he stood proud and tall beside them, his magic thrumming with newfound power.

 

With a muffled groan, Harry came, spurting thick ropes of semen onto his stomach. He lay there panting, feeling both relieved and ashamed. He knew he shouldn't entertain such sick fantasies, but a dark part of him thrilled at the idea.

 

As he cleaned himself up, Harry resolved to try harder to push these thoughts away. He needed to stay focused on what was important - defeating Voldemort and keeping his friends and family safe. Surely that was more important than some dusty old book and its twisted promises.

 

But deep down, Harry knew it wouldn't be that easy. The temptation would always be there, lurking in the back of his mind, waiting for a moment of weakness. He would need to stay vigilant if he wanted to remain master of his own desires.

 

Little did he know, the year ahead would test him in ways he never could have imagined. Dark days were coming, and Harry would need all his strength to survive them. The question was, would he give in to the darkness growing inside him, or would he find the courage to rise above it and be the hero the wizarding world so desperately needed?

*   *   *   *   *

That evening, as Ginny was on her way to take a bath, Harry intercepted her in the hallway. "Ginny, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

 

"Sure Harry, what's up?" Ginny replied with a smile.

 

"In private. In my room," Harry said, already turning to walk towards his room, trusting her to follow.

 

Once inside, he cast privacy spells to ensure they wouldn't be overheard. Then he turned to face Ginny, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves.

 

"Ginny, there's something I need to tell you," he began, taking a step closer. "I... I have feelings for you. Strong feelings."

 

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away when Harry reached out to caress her cheek. "Harry, I... I have feelings for you too," she admitted softly. "But what about Hermione? And your other friends?"

 

"They don't need to know," Harry murmured, closing the distance between them. "This can be our little secret." And with that, he captured her lips in a searing kiss.

 

Ginny melted into his embrace, her arms snaking around his neck as she kissed him back with fervor. Harry groaned, his hands roaming her body, caressing her curves. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking.

 

"H-Harry," Ginny gasped, trembling in his arms. "W-What are you doing?"

 

"What I've wanted to do for a long time," Harry growled against her skin. "I'm going to make you mine, Ginny." He started tugging at her clothes, desperate to get her naked.

 

Ginny stiffened, suddenly seeming to realize the direction this was heading. "Harry, wait," she protested, trying to push his hands away. "I'm not ready for this. We shouldn't..."

 

But Harry was too far gone to stop now. Using his superior strength, he easily restrained her flailing arms, pinning them above her head. "Don't fight it, Ginny," he panted, holding her writhing body against the wall. "I have to do this. For the greater good."

 

"W-What are you talking about?" Ginny sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Let me go, Harry! Please, don't do this!"

 

Harry ignored her pleas, quickly stripping off her clothes until she was naked before him. He groaned at the sight of her perky tits and glistening pink pussy. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he muttered, freeing his rock-hard cock from his pants.

 

"Harry, no!" Ginny screamed as he pressed the head of his cock against her tight entrance. "Please, I'm begging you, don't rape me!"

 

But her struggles only seemed to spur Harry on. With a guttural moan, he thrust forward, impaling her on his thick length. Ginny wailed in pain, her nails raking down his back as she tried in vain to push him off.

 

Harry grunted, pistoning his hips as he fucked into her tight heat. "Ungh, you feel so good," he grunted, pinning her wrists in one hand so he could grope her tits with the other. "Take my cock, you little slut. I'm going to pump you full of my cum and put a baby in your belly."

 

Ginny whimpered and cried, begging him to stop, but Harry was relentless. He rutted into her like an animal, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their mingled moans and cries echoing off the walls.

 

Finally, with a roar, Harry came, flooding Ginny's pussy with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, panting harshly, as she sobbed brokenly into his shoulder. As the last aftershocks of his orgasm faded, Harry pulled out of Ginny and stepped back, leaving her slumped against the wall. He felt a brief pang of guilt as he took in her tear-streaked face and vacant eyes, but he quickly pushed it aside. This was necessary, he told himself firmly. Defeating Voldemort was all that mattered, and if impregnating Ginny brought him one step closer to that goal, then it was worth it.

 

Harry knew he couldn't risk Ginny telling anyone what had happened. The others would never understand. He needed to ensure her silence, by any means necessary.

 

Pointing his wand at Ginny, Harry cast a powerful memory charm. "Obliviate," he intoned. Ginny's eyes went blank, all memories of the assault wiped from her mind.

 

But Harry knew that wouldn't be enough. He needed to make sure Ginny remained under his control, in case he needed to use her again in the future. Without hesitation, he cast the Imperius Curse on her. "Ginny, get dressed, go back to your room, and forget this ever happened," he commanded. "And don't tell anyone about this or about your pregnancy."

 

"Yes, Harry," Ginny replied in a flat, emotionless voice. She mechanically pulled her clothes back on and left the room, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.

 

He knew what he had done was considered an unforgivable act by most. But Harry felt no regret or self-loathing. He had made his choice, and he would see it through to the end. He would do whatever it took to defeat Voldemort and protect the wizarding world, even if it meant crossing moral lines.

 

With a firm sense of resolve, Harry cleaned himself up and got dressed. He had started down a dark path, but there was no turning back now. All that mattered was the end goal. And if sacrificing his own morality and the well-being of others was the price he had to pay, then so be it.

 

Harry knew there was no going back to the innocent boy he had once been. He had embraced his destiny, and he would follow it through to the bitter end, no matter the cost to himself or anyone else. The greater good was all that mattered now, and he would stop at nothing to achieve it.

 

With a final glance at the rumpled bedsheets, Harry squared his shoulders and left the room, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He had a mission, and he would see it through, one way or another. The fate of the wizarding world rested on his shoulders, and he would bear that burden, no matter how heavy it became. It was his duty, his destiny. And he would not fail.

*   *   *   *   *

 

Later that evening, Harry decided it was time to make his move on Hermione. He found her in the library, as usual, poring over a thick tome. "Hermione, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. "In my room."

 

Hermione looked up, surprised. "Of course, Harry. Is everything alright?"

 

Harry forced a smile. "Yeah, I just need your help with something. It's kind of private."

 

Hermione nodded, marking her place in the book and standing up. Harry led her back to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. Once inside, he cast privacy spells to ensure they wouldn't be overheard. Then he turned to face Hermione, holding up the ancient black book.

 

"Hermione, I found this in my family's vault," he explained. "It says that the more women a Potter man impregnates, the stronger and more powerful his magic will become. I... I think this might be the key to defeating Voldemort once and for all."

 

Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she took the book, quickly skimming its pages. "Harry, this is... I don't even know what to say," she murmured. "This is dark magic. Dangerous. We can't possibly condone something like this."

 

"But Hermione, don't you see?" Harry pressed. "This could give me the power I need to finally end this war. Isn't that worth any price?"

 

Hermione shook her head vehemently. "No, Harry. No price is worth losing our morality, our humanity. There has to be another way."

 

Harry felt a surge of frustration. He had been afraid she would react this way. "There is no other way," he growled. "This is the only chance we have. I need you to help me, Hermione. I need your power, your brilliance."

 

"Harry, I can't," Hermione whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Please don't ask me to do this."

 

Harry's face hardened. He had tried to do this the easy way, but Hermione was leaving him no choice. In a flash, he drew his wand and stunned her before she could react. Hermione crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

 

Working quickly, Harry levitated Hermione onto the bed, blasting her clothes off with a flick of his wand. He groaned at the sight of her lithe, naked body, her small pert breasts topped with dusky nipples, the neat thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs.

 

"Fucking hell, Hermione," Harry panted, shedding his own clothes. "You're so fucking sexy. I've wanted you for so long."

 

Harry climbed onto the bed, settling himself between Hermione's parted thighs. He lined up his rock-hard cock with her tight entrance, then thrust forward, groaning as her wet heat enveloped him. Even unconscious, Hermione felt incredible.

 

Harry set a punishing pace, slamming his hips against hers as he fucked her roughly. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and Harry's guttural grunts and moans.

 

"Ungh, fuck yes," Harry growled, snapping his hips. "Take my cock, you clever little slut. Take every inch."

 

He reached down to grope Hermione's tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. Hermione moaned softly in her unconscious state, her hips twitching.

 

"That's it, you like that, don't you?" Harry panted. "You act so pure and innocent, but deep down, you're a dirty little whore. You want my cock, don't you? You want me to fuck my baby into you."

 

Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. With a roar, he thrust deep one last time and came, flooding Hermione's pussy with his hot seed. He kept thrusting, prolonging his climax, making sure to pump her full.

Finally, Harry pulled out, his cock coated in their combined juices. He used his wand to clean them both up, then levitated Hermione's clothes back onto her still unconscious form.

 

Once she was dressed, Harry pointed his wand at her and cast a memory charm. "Obliviate," he intoned. Hermione's sleeping face went slack, all memories of the assault wiped from her mind.

 

Then, just as he had done with Ginny, Harry cast the Imperius Curse on her. "Hermione, forget this ever happened," he commanded. "And don't tell anyone about this or about your pregnancy."

 

"Yes, Harry," Hermione replied in a flat, emotionless voice.

 

Satisfied, Harry canceled the privacy spells and left the room, returning to the library. Hermione would wake up soon with no memory of what had transpired. To her, it would be like their conversation had never happened.

 

Harry knew what he had done to Hermione and Ginny was unforgivable by most people's standards. But he had made his choice, and he would see it through to the end. He would do whatever it took to defeat Voldemort and protect the wizarding world, even if it meant sacrificing his own morality and the well-being of others.

 

With a firm sense of resolve, Harry settled in to wait for Hermione to wake up. He had started down a dark path, but there was no turning back now. All that mattered was the end goal. And if impregnating his best friends against their will was the price he had to pay, then so be it.

 

Harry knew there was no going back to the innocent boy he had once been. He had embraced his destiny, and he would follow it through to the bitter end, no matter the cost to himself or anyone else. The greater good was all that mattered now, and he would stop at nothing to achieve it.

 

The road ahead would be dark and twisted, but Harry was ready to face it head-on. He had a mission, and he would see it through, one way or another. The fate of the wizarding world rested on his shoulders, and he would bear that burden, no matter how heavy it became. It was his duty, his destiny. And he would not fail. 

*   *   *   *   *

 

In the days that followed, Harry found his thoughts increasingly turning to the other women in Grimmauld Place. With both Ginny and Hermione under his control, he had a taste of the power the book promised, and he was hungry for more.

 

Mrs. Weasley, with her motherly figure and proven fertility, would surely be an easy target, Harry mused. He could probably corner her in the kitchen and have his way with her bent over the counter, her skirts pushed up around her waist as he plowed her from behind. The thought of her heavy tits swaying with each thrust made his cock twitch in his pants.

 

Then there was Tonks, the hot young Auror. With her Metamorphmagus abilities, she would probably be a wild lay, shifting her appearance to fulfill any fantasy he desired. Harry imagined fucking her from behind while she took on the forms of various celebrities or even Hermione or Ginny. He could make her morph her pussy to be as tight as a virgin or as experienced as a professional Succubus. The possibilities were endless.

 

He didn't know much about Emmeline Vance or Hestia Jones, but they were both young enough to still bear children, unlike the aging McGonagall. They might not be as attractive or exciting as the other options, but they would still be a means to an end.

 

But as tempting as the prospect of impregnating the older women was, Harry ultimately decided the risk was too great. They were all seasoned witches, and the likelihood of one of them realizing what he was up to and blowing the whistle was too high.

 

So for the time being, Harry contented himself with sneaking Ginny and Hermione into his room at every opportunity to fuck them over and over, ensuring they were good and bred. Both had fallen into a routine, reporting to his room whenever he summoned them and submitting to his every carnal desire without complaint, their minds fogged by the Imperius Curse.

 

Harry took Hermione's virginity in every hole, spending hours fucking her tight little ass and pretty mouth. Ginny became his personal fucktoy, always ready and willing to drain his balls whenever he needed relief. He delighted in watching them bounce on his cock, imagining their bellies growing round with his offspring.

 

But Harry knew that eventually, he would need to branch out to other targets. And what better hunting ground than Hogwarts, filled with scores of young, fertile witches just waiting to be knocked up?

 

At night, Harry would lay awake, idly stroking his cock as he compiled a mental list of potential targets. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, the pretty Gryffindor girls. Susan Bones, the prim Hufflepuff. Even Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, the haughty Slytherins. He would have his work cut out for him.

*   *   *   *   *

 

They arrived on the platform at 9 and ¾'s, the steady stream of students milling about in a frenzied search for their friends and luggage. Harry quickly located Hermione and Ginny amidst the chaotic scene and steered them towards an empty train compartment, away from the prying eyes of the other passengers.

 

Once inside, he sealed the door with a wave of his wand, casting a strong notice-me-not charm to ensure their privacy, followed by a few other incantations. Satisfied that they wouldn't be disturbed, Harry turned to Hermione with a predatory grin.

 

"Get on your knees and suck my dick," he ordered, unzipping his pants. Hermione obediently sank to the floor, mouth open, under the influence of the Imperius Curse. Harry leaned back against the seat, eyes rolling back in bliss as Hermione's skilled tongue worked his shaft. "Fuck yes, just like that," he groaned.

 

About 30 minutes into the trip, Harry was startled by the door suddenly sliding open. He whirled around, wand at the ready, to see Luna Lovegood stepping into the compartment, her dreamy eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. Calmly resealing the door behind her, she turned to face Harry with a serene smile.

 

To Harry's shock, Luna seemed completely unfazed by the compromising position she had caught them in. If anything, she looked intrigued, her silver eyes full of curiosity as she surveyed the scene.

 

"I know what you're doing, Harry," Luna said calmly, her voice soft and ethereal. "Impregnating witches to increase your power. I want to be a part of it."

 

Harry stared at her in disbelief. "You... you do?"

 

Luna nodded serenely. "It's a great honor to bear the child of the Chosen One. I would be happy to join your harem."

 

Harry considered for a moment, then shrugged. Why not? The more the merrier. "Alright, get your clothes off then," he said, pulling his cock from Hermione's mouth with a pop.

 

Luna stripped off her colorful robes, revealing her lithe, naked body. She laid back on the bench, opening her legs invitingly. "Take me, Harry. Fill me with your powerful seed."

 

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He settled himself between Luna's thighs, running his hands up the silky skin as he lined up with her entrance. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight heat. Luna gasped, back arching as Harry began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes.

 

"Fuck, you're tight," Harry grunted, gripping her hips as he pistoned in and out of her spasming hole. "Take it all, you little slut. Milk my cock with your pussy."

 

Luna moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Yes, Harry, give it to me," she cried, nails raking down his back. The slap of flesh against flesh and the scent of sex filled the small compartment.

 

Hermione and Ginny watched blankly from the sidelines, their expressions vacant as Harry rutted into Luna's eager body. He reached down with one hand to rub tight circles over her swollen clit, making her keen high in her throat.

 

"You like that, you filthy bitch? You like me fucking your tight little cunt?" Harry growled in her ear, haze of lust clouding his vision. "Beg me for my seed. Beg me to breed you."

 

"Please, Harry!" Luna sobbed, writhing desperately on his cock. "Please, I need it! Fill me with your cum, breed me, make me yours!" She was meeting him thrust for thrust, the wet slap of their coupling echoing obscenely loud in the confines of the compartment.

 

Harry felt his balls tightening, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine warning him of his impending orgasm. He sped up his thrusts, hammering into Luna so hard the entire bench shook. "Going to cum, going to fill you up," he panted. "Take it all, take every drop!"

 

With a roar, he came, flooding her womb with his potent seed. Luna cried out as she climaxed along with him, her pussy clenching around him like a vice as she was filled to the brim. Harry collapsed on top of her, both of them panting harshly as they came down from their mutual high.

After a long moment, Luna sighed happily, pulling him down for a kiss. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered. "For blessing me with your seed like this."

 

When Harry lazily went to wipe Luna's memory, she stopped him with a soft hand on his arm. "No, don't," she said gently. "I want to remember this, remember joining with you like this. And I can help you."

 

Intrigued, Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? And how do you propose to do that?"

 

"Place Madam Pomfrey under the Imperius Curse like you did with Ginny and Hermione," Luna explained. "That way, she can't report the sudden spike in student pregnancies. She's the one who examines and cares for all the students, after all. Any change in their physical condition would be flagged by her."

 

Harry mulled it over for a moment, then slowly nodded. "That's actually a really good idea, Luna. But what about the physical signs? Won't people notice when they start showing?"

 

"There's a charm for that," Luna said confidently. "I can cast it for you. It'll hide any baby bumps from those who might cause problems. I learned it from my father; he uses it in some of his more...controversial Quibbler articles sometimes. It'll keep the faculty and other students from noticing anything is amiss."

 

Harry grinned, pleased with her initiative and cunning. Pulling Luna in for another kiss, he squeezed one of her perky tits. "Excellent. Welcome aboard, Luna. I can see you're going to be incredibly useful." 

 

Pulling her in for another deep kiss, he squeezed one of her perky tits for good measure, relishing her happy sigh. They spent the rest of the train ride fucking like rabbits, Harry switching between the three girls, filling their holes with his cock and their wombs with his cum. By the time they pulled into Hogsmeade Station, all three girls were swollen and dripping with his seed, their bellies bloated from the sheer volume of cum he had pumped into them.

 

Harry quickly dressed himself before turning to the girls. "Alright, you lot. Pay attention, because this is important. You're not to draw any attention to our little arrangement, understand? Don't let anyone know that we're fucking."

 

Luna nodded her agreement. "Listen to our master, girls. When you are not servicing him, you are to behave like you normally would. Study, go to class, spend time with your friends. We can't afford to have anyone suspecting that anything is amiss. The less people who know about this, the better."

 

Hermione and Ginny nodded obediently, the Imperius Curse leaving no room for argument or defiance. "Yes, master," they intoned in unison. "We understand."

 

"Good." Harry took a moment to straighten his robes before casting a disillusionment charm over himself and the girls. "Alright, let's head up to the castle. Remember, act natural. We're just normal students, heading back for another year at Hogwarts. Nothing more."

 

The four of them made their way off the train, blending seamlessly into the crowd of students making their way to the horseless carriages that would take them up to the castle. Harry kept a close eye on his three girls, making sure they were following his orders and not drawing any undue attention.

 

As they climbed into one of the carriages, Harry couldn't resist running a hand over Hermione's swollen belly, feeling the tight skin, distended from the copious amounts of cum he had filled her with. She shivered at his touch, leaning into him wantonly.

 

"Insatiable little thing, aren't you?" Harry chuckled, giving her ass a sharp smack. "Don't worry, I'll give you more later. But for now, hands off. We're in public."

 

Hermione whimpered but obeyed, settling back against the seat beside Ginny and Luna. The ride up to the castle was uneventful, the four of them silent as they gazed out at the passing scenery.

 

Once they arrived at the castle, they quickly made their way inside, joining the rest of the students in the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast. Harry took his place at the Gryffindor table, Hermione on his right and Ginny to his left. They dug into the lavish spread, the events of the train ride momentarily forgotten in the face of the mouthwatering food laid out before them.

 

As Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by Hermione and Ginny, his attention was drawn to the faculty table at the head of the hall. More specifically, to the short, squat woman in the pink tweed suit sitting next to Professor McGonagall. Dolores Umbridge, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

 

From what he had heard, Umbridge was a staunch traditionalist, completely devoted to upholding the rules and traditions of the wizarding world. Which meant that she would likely not take kindly to Harry's plan to breed an army of magical children and take over the wizarding world.

 

As he watched her chatting animatedly with Professor McGonagall, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face, Harry's lip curled in disgust. There was just something about her that immediately set him on edge.

 

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, noticing his dark expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

 

"It's not a ghost," Harry said grimly, nodding towards the faculty table. "It's her. Dolores Umbridge. I don't like it. She could be trouble for us."

 

"Why do you say that?" Ginny asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. "She's just a teacher."

 

"She's more than that," Harry said darkly. "She's from the Ministry, which means she's going to be watching everything we do like a hawk. And from what I've heard, she's a stickler for the rules. Which means she's not going to be okay with what we're doing."

 

"You think she'll try to stop us?" Hermione asked nervously, biting her lip.

 

"I think she'll try," Harry said darkly. "But she won't succeed. We just need to be careful, lay low and not give her any reason to suspect us."

 

"Well, what do you suggest then?" Ginny asked impatiently. "We can't just sit around and wait for her to catch us."

 

"We need to discredit her," Harry said slowly, a plan forming in his mind. "Make her look incompetent, maybe even a little bit crazy. If we can get her dismissed from her position, she won't be a problem for us anymore."

 

"And how do you propose we do that?" Hermione asked, leaning forward eagerly.

 

"I'm not sure yet," Harry admitted. "But I'll figure something out. In the meantime, we just need to keep our heads down and our noses clean. Don't give her any reason to suspect us. Can you do that?"

 

The two girls nodded obediently, their expressions serious. "Yes, Harry," they chorused. "We'll do whatever you say."

 

As Harry listened to Hermione and Ginny's suggestions and questions about dealing with Umbridge, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction. Even under the influence of the Imperius Curse, they were still able to think rationally and help him plan.

 

It was a testament to their strength of will and intelligence, and it only made him more confident in his choice to make them his broodmares. They would be invaluable assets in his quest for power, not just as breeders, but as strategists and advisors.

 

"Good," Harry said approvingly, his eyes drifting back to Umbridge at the faculty table. "I'm glad to see that you two are still able to think clearly and help me plan. It's reassuring to know that I chose my broodmares well."

 

Hermione and Ginny both blushed with pleasure at the praise, preening under his approving gaze. "Thank you, Harry," Hermione said softly. "We'll do our best to serve you well, in all aspects."

 

"I know you will," Harry said confidently, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "And with the three of us and Luna working together, I have no doubt that we'll be able to deal with Umbridge and anyone else who tries to stand in our way."

 

He settled back in his seat, a smug smirk on his face as he watched Umbridge chatter away obliviously at the faculty table. Let her enjoy her moment of power, he thought darkly. It wouldn't last long. Not with him and his girls working against her.

 

Yes, this was going to be a very interesting year indeed. And Harry couldn't wait to see how it all played out.

*   *   *   *   *

 

As the evening wore on, Harry found himself enjoying the company of the other Gryffindor boys in their dormitory. They were all lounging around, some on their beds, others sprawled out on the floor, chatting and laughing about their summers.

 

Dean Thomas was regaling them with tales of his trip to Spain with his family, while Seamus Finnegan interjected with his own stories of his summer back home in Ireland. Neville Longbottom was sitting quietly in the corner, listening intently but not saying much.

 

Ron Weasley was flopped down on his stomach, eagerly showing off his new Chudley Cannons jersey to anyone who would look. "It's the newest one," he was saying proudly, "just came out last week. My mum had to order it special."

 

Harry himself was lounging on his bed, a small smile on his face as he listened to his friends' stories. It was a welcome distraction from the weight of his plans and the looming threat of Umbridge.

 

As the night grew later, however, the boys slowly began to drift off to sleep, one by one. Ron was the first to go, exhaustion from his summer finally catching up with him. Dean and Seamus followed shortly after. Neville lasted a bit longer, but eventually he too succumbed to sleep, his soft snores filling the room.

 

Harry waited patiently, watching as his friends fell into a deep slumber. He knew what he had to do tonight, and he couldn't afford for any of them to wake up and catch him in the act.

 

Once he was sure they were all fast asleep, Harry quietly cast a sleeping spell on each of them, ensuring that they wouldn't wake up anytime soon. He didn't want to take any chances.

 

With his friends taken care of, Harry dug out his father's invisibility cloak from the bottom of his trunk. He had been looking forward to using it again, and tonight was the perfect opportunity.

 

He swung the cloak around his shoulders, feeling the familiar weight of it settling over him. As he pulled the hood up over his head, he felt a rush of excitement course through him. It was time.

 

Harry crept quietly out of the dormitory, careful not to make a sound. He navigated his way through the common room, dodging the few stray students who were still up and about at this late hour.

 

Once he was out in the corridor, Harry paused for a moment, getting his bearings. He knew exactly where he was going, and he didn't want to waste any time getting there.

 

He set off at a brisk pace, the invisibility cloak billowing out behind him as he walked. The castle was quiet at this hour, the only sound the occasional creak of a door or the distant hoot of an owl.

 

Harry made his way down to the hospital wing, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been planning this for weeks, and now it was finally time to put his plan into action.

 

As he approached the hospital wing, Harry slowed his pace, creeping forward silently. He could see the glow of a light coming from under the door, and he knew that Madame Pomfrey was still awake.

 

He paused outside the door, listening intently. He could hear the soft rustle of papers, and the occasional clink of glass. Madame Pomfrey was still working, likely doing paperwork or organizing her supplies.

 

Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but it was necessary. Madame Pomfrey was too much of a risk to his plans, and he couldn't afford to have her poking around and asking questions.

 

With a final glance around to make sure he was alone, Harry pushed open the door to the hospital wing and stepped inside. 

 

As Harry stepped into the hospital wing, he saw Madame Pomfrey sitting at her desk, engrossed in her work. The room was empty save for the two of them, and Harry couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Fate was on his side tonight.

 

He crept forward silently, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had to be quick and quiet, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

 

As he approached Madame Pomfrey, Harry raised his wand, pointing it at the back of her head. "Imperio," he whispered softly, feeling the familiar rush of power coursing through him.

 

Madame Pomfrey stiffened, her body going rigid as the curse took hold. Harry watched in satisfaction as her eyes glazed over, her will bending to his command.

 

He stepped around to face her, looking deep into her eyes. "You will keep all pregnancies secret, even from Dumbledore," he ordered, his voice low and firm.

 

"I will keep all pregnancies secret, even from Dumbledore," Madame Pomfrey repeated, her voice flat and emotionless.

 

"You will aid in the healthy growth of my children," Harry continued, his eyes never leaving hers.

 

"I will aid in the healthy growth of your children," she echoed.

 

"You will not tell anyone I am behaving differently or that I am fucking girls," Harry said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

 

"I will not tell anyone you are behaving differently or that you are fucking girls," Madame Pomfrey repeated, her face expressionless.

 

"And you will continue to behave normally," Harry finished, stepping back and lowering his wand.

 

"I will continue to behave normally," Madame Pomfrey agreed, her eyes still glazed over.

 

Harry stared at her for a long moment, pondering his next move. He had never considered Madame Pomfrey as a potential broodmare before, but now that he had her under his control, he couldn't help but consider it.

 

A womb was a womb, after all, and Madame Pomfrey was of childbearing age. She could easily bear him a child or two, adding to his growing power.

 

His decision made, Harry stepped forward and took Madame Pomfrey's hand, guiding her over to the nearest bed. "Lie down," he commanded softly.

 

Madame Pomfrey obeyed without hesitation, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs for him. Harry felt a thrill of power at the sight, his cock hardening in anticipation.

 

He climbed onto the bed with her, settling himself between her legs. With a quick flick of his wand, he rid them both of their clothing, leaving them naked and exposed.

 

Harry wasted no time, thrusting deep into Madame Pomfrey's waiting cunt. She was wet and ready for him, her body responding to his touch even under the influence of the Imperius Curse.

 

Harry fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers with every thrust. Madame Pomfrey moaned and writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.

 

"Fuck, your cunt is so tight," Harry grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. "Take my cock, you filthy slut. Take it all."

 

Madame Pomfrey could only moan in response, her body shuddering with pleasure as Harry used her for his own satisfaction. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest.

 

Harry could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. He knew he had to make this count, had to make sure his seed took root in Madame Pomfrey's fertile womb.

 

He reached down between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. Madame Pomfrey cried out, her body arching off the bed as she came hard around his cock.

 

The feeling of her cunt clenching around him was too much for Harry to bear. With a final, brutal thrust, he came, spilling his seed deep inside Madame Pomfrey's waiting womb.

 

He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as he caught his breath. Madame Pomfrey lay beneath him, her eyes still glazed over as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

 

After a moment, Harry pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her cunt and onto the bed. He stood up, dressing himself with a quick wave of his wand.

Madame Pomfrey lay there, naked and exposed, her body bearing the marks of their brutal coupling. Harry stared down at her, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

 

He had done what he needed to do. Madame Pomfrey was under his control, and she would aid him in his plans for growing power, whether she wanted to or not.

 

With a final, lingering look, Harry turned and strode out of the hospital wing, his invisibility cloak billowing out behind him. He had done what he set out to do, and now it was time to move on to the next phase of his plan.

 

As he made his way back to the Gryffindor dormitory, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. He was one step closer to achieving his goals, and nothing was going to stop him now.

Chapter 2

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The next day, Harry set out on a mission to gather information from his professors. He knew he needed to be smart about this, to ask the right questions and get the answers he needed without raising suspicion.

 

His first stop was the Charms classroom, where he found Professor Flitwick putting away his things after the last class of the day.

 

"Professor Flitwick?" Harry asked, knocking softly on the open door. "Do you have a moment?"

 

Flitwick looked up, his eyes twinkling as he smiled at Harry. "Of course, Mr. Potter. What can I do for you?"

 

"I was wondering if you could tell me where I could learn more about the Fidelius Charm," Harry said, trying to keep his tone casual. "I know it failed my parents, and I want to understand why."

 

Flitwick's brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded. "The Fidelius Charm is a very powerful spell, Mr. Potter, and its inner workings are not widely known. I would suggest starting with 'The Book of Charms and Enchantments' by Miranda Goshawk. It has a section on the Fidelius Charm that may prove enlightening."

 

"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, his mind already racing with the possibilities. "I really appreciate your help."

 

Flitwick smiled warmly. "Of course, Mr. Potter. If you have any more questions, please don't hesitate to ask."

 

Harry left the Charms classroom, feeling a sense of excitement building inside him. The Fidelius Charm could be the key to protecting his broodmares and his children from those who might seek to harm them.

 

His next stop was the Transfiguration classroom, where he found Professor McGonagall grading papers at her desk. She looked up as Harry entered, her expression neutral.

 

"Mr. Potter," she said, setting down her quill. "What brings you here?"

 

"I was wondering if you could teach me about self-transfiguration," Harry said, his heart pounding in his chest. "I want to learn how to change myself, even if only slightly."

 

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "Self-transfiguration is a complex and dangerous branch of magic, Mr. Potter. It is not something to be undertaken lightly. However, if you are serious about learning, I would be willing to tutor you."

 

Harry felt a surge of excitement. "Yes, please, Professor. I would appreciate that very much."

 

McGonagall nodded. "Very well. We will begin next week, after classes. I will expect you to work hard and take this seriously, Mr. Potter."

 

"I will, Professor," Harry said earnestly. "I promise. I want to learn."

 

McGonagall smiled slightly. "Good. I have high hopes for you, Mr. Potter. Don't disappoint me."

 

Harry left the Transfiguration classroom, his mind already leaping ahead to the possibilities. With McGonagall's help, he could learn to change himself, to become stronger and more powerful. And once he had mastered self-transfiguration, he could use it on his broodmares, enhancing them to suit his desires.

 

As he made his way back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry considered speaking to Snape about fertility potions, but quickly dismissed the idea. Snape would be too suspicious, too likely to ask questions Harry didn't want to answer. No, he would have to find another way to get the information he needed.

 

Perhaps Madame Pomfrey could help him, now that she was under his control. Or maybe he could find the information in the library, if he knew where to look.

 

For now, though, Harry was satisfied with what he had learned. He had a plan, and he was going to see it through, no matter what it took.

 

As Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room, taking notes on what he had learned from his professors and the books Flitwick had recommended, he was interrupted by the arrival of Lavender Brown. The pretty, bubbly girl bounced over to him, her eyes sparkling with interest.

 

"Hi, Harry!" she said, sitting down beside him on the couch. "What are you up to?"

 

Harry looked up, his mind still on his plans. "Oh, just doing some research," he said vaguely. "What about you?"

 

Lavender leaned in closer, her hand brushing against his arm. "I was just thinking about how nice it would be to spend some time alone with you," she said, her voice low and flirtatious. "Maybe we could find somewhere private to...talk."

 

Harry felt a surge of lust at her words. Lavender was pretty and willing, and he could already imagine how she would look spread out beneath him, her body open and ready for his use.

 

He smiled, leaning in closer to her. "I think that sounds like a great idea," he murmured, his hand sliding up her thigh. "Do you have somewhere in mind?"

 

Lavender giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know just the place," she said, standing up and taking his hand. "Come on, I'll show you."

 

Harry followed her out of the common room and up the stairs, his heart pounding with anticipation. Lavender led him to a small, disused broom cupboard, pulling him inside and closing the door behind them.

 

The moment they were alone, Lavender pushed him up against the wall, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Harry kissed her back, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her tits and groping her ass.

 

But as they kissed, Harry realized that Lavender was only interested in snogging. She made no move to take off her clothes or let him do more than kiss her, and Harry felt a surge of frustration.

 

He wanted more. He needed more. And he was going to take it, whether Lavender wanted him to or not.

 

With a quick spell, Harry silenced Lavender's protests. Her eyes widened in fear, but she was unable to make a sound as Harry pushed her down to the ground, his body pressing her into the dusty floor.

 

He ripped off her panties, his cock already hard and ready. Lavender shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but Harry ignored her, focused only on his own need.

 

He thrust into her roughly, his hips slamming against hers. Lavender was tight and dry, her body resisting his invasion, but Harry didn't care. He fucked her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he used her for his own pleasure.

 

Lavender cried silently beneath him, her body shuddering with each brutal thrust. Harry could feel her tears wetting his chest, but he paid them no mind, focused only on the feeling of her cunt clenching around his cock.

 

He reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. Lavender bucked against him, her eyes wide with shock and unwilling pleasure. Harry could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as he fucked her.

 

"That's it," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You like that, don't you? You like being fucked like the slut you are."

 

Lavender shook her head, her eyes pleading, but Harry just smirked, his fingers working her clit harder. He could feel her body tensing beneath him, her orgasm building despite her reluctance.

 

With a final, brutal thrust, Harry came inside her, his cum filling her cunt to the brim. At the same time, Lavender's body convulsed, her own orgasm ripping through her, her silent screams echoing in the small space.

 

As he pulled out of her, Harry looked down at Lavender's tear-stained face, feeling a twinge of guilt. But he pushed it aside, reminding himself that she was just a means to an end. She, like all the others, would understand when Voldemort was dead and gone. 

He tried to cast the Imperius Curse on her, to ensure her silence and compliance, but as he did, a sudden, blinding headache struck him. He staggered, his hand flying to his nose as he felt blood trickling down his face.

 

Cursing under his breath, Harry realized he would have to find another way to deal with Lavender. He couldn't risk her telling anyone what had happened.

 

Cleaning himself up as best he could, Harry cast a quick spell to wipe Lavender's memory, erasing any trace of what he had done to her. He put her clothes back on her and healed her body of any physical evidence of their encounter. When he was done, Lavender blinked up at him, her eyes confused and unfocused.

 

"Go back to the common room," Harry commanded, his voice low and compelling. "Forget this ever happened."

 

Lavender nodded, her eyes still glazed, and stood up shakily. She left the broom cupboard without a backward glance.

 

Harry watched her go, his mind already racing with the implications of what had just happened. His headache, the nosebleed...it had to be a side effect of the Imperius Curse. Madame Pomfrey had warned him that it could happen, but he had been so caught up in his plans that he had ignored her.

 

Now, though, he couldn't afford to ignore it any longer. He had to get to the hospital wing, to get help before it was too late.

 

Staggering slightly, Harry made his way out of the broom cupboard and down the stairs, his head pounding with every step. He could feel the blood still trickling from his nose, and his vision was starting to blur around the edges.

 

By the time he reached the hospital wing, Harry was barely holding himself together. He stumbled through the doors, his hand pressed to his nose as he tried to stem the flow of blood.

 

Madame Pomfrey looked up as he entered, her eyes widening in alarm. "Mr. Potter!" she exclaimed, rushing over to him. "What happened?"

 

"I am not sure," Harry mumbled, his words slurred.

 

As Harry lay on the hospital bed, his head pounding and his nose still bleeding, Madame Pomfrey bustled around him, her face etched with concern. Under the influence of the Imperius Curse, she was completely obedient to Harry's every command, her will entirely subject to his own.

 

"You're lucky you got here when you did," she said, her voice pleasant and subservient. "Another few minutes and you could have done yourself serious harm."

 

Harry nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as Madame Pomfrey worked on him. He could feel her magic flowing through him, easing his pain and stopping the bleeding.

 

As she worked, Madame Pomfrey frowned, her eyes distant. "Mr. Potter," she said slowly, "have you been using the Imperius Curse? The headache, the nosebleed...they're all side effects of its use."

 

Harry's eyes flew open, his heart pounding. But then he remembered that Madame Pomfrey was under his control, and he relaxed, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

 

"Yes, I have," he said, his voice smug. "Is that a problem?"

 

Madame Pomfrey shook her head, her expression blank. "Of course not," she said, her voice obedient. "I am yours to command, Mr. Potter. But you should know that there is a limit to how many people one wizard can keep under the Imperius Curse at any given time, even wizards as powerful as Dumbledore or Voldemort."

 

Harry nodded, his mind already racing with the implications of what she had said. If there was a limit to how many people he could control with the Imperius Curse, then he would have to find another way to build his family.

 

"Is there any way around the limit?" he asked, his voice quiet.

 

Madame Pomfrey shook her head, her expression blank. "Not that I know of," she said, her voice flat. "The Imperius Curse is limited by its very nature."

 

Harry nodded, his face twisting into a frown. He could see that he wouldn't get any more information out of Madame Pomfrey on that front. But perhaps she could help him in other ways.

 

"Madame Pomfrey," he said, his voice commanding, "tell me everything you know about fertility potions."

 

Madame Pomfrey looked at him sharply, her expression surprised. But under the influence of the Imperius Curse, she couldn't resist his command.

 

"Fertility potions do exist," she said, her voice obedient, "and I do secretly have some in case one of the teachers wants to have a child with their spouse but struggles to conceive. They're powerful potions, Mr. Potter, and they could help you create the broodmares you desire."

"What other potions could help me?" he asked, his voice eager.

 

Madame Pomfrey hesitated, her expression blank. "There are stamina potions, which can help you...perform for longer periods of time," she said, her voice flat. "There are also youth potions, which can make an older person younger for a time, though the effects are temporary. I have both of those on hand."

 

Harry nodded, his mind already racing with the possibilities. With stamina potions, he could fuck for hours at a time, impregnating as many women as he wanted. And with youth potions, he could make even the oldest and most unwilling of his broodmares young and fertile again.

 

"Are there any others?" he asked, his voice eager.

 

Madame Pomfrey hesitated, her expression blank. "There are love potions," she said, her voice flat, "but they're hard to hide the effects of. And there's a super rare potion that can change the gender of the drinker, but I've never tried to make it before. I'd need to do more research."

 

Harry's eyes widened, his heart pounding with excitement. A potion that could change the gender of the drinker...that could be the key to everything. With a potion like that, he could turn anyone into a broodmare, male or female.

 

"Can you find out more about that potion?" he asked, his voice urgent.

 

Madame Pomfrey nodded, her expression blank. "I will do as you command, Mr. Potter," she said, her voice flat. "I will find out everything I can about the gender-changing potion and report back to you."

 

Harry nodded, his mind already racing with the possibilities. "Good," he said, his voice smug. "And in the meantime, you will give me some of those fertility, stamina, and youth potions. I have a feeling I'm going to need them."

 

Madame Pomfrey nodded, her expression blank. "Of course, Mr. Potter," she said, her voice obedient. "I will bring them to you at once."

 

Harry nodded, his eyes already growing heavy. "Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," he said, his voice sincere. "For everything."

 

Madame Pomfrey smiled, her expression warm. "You're welcome, Mr. Potter," she said, her voice pleasant and subservient. "Now get some sleep. I'll be here if you need me."

 

Harry nodded, his eyes drifting closed. As he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, his mind was filled with visions of the future. A future where he was surrounded by his broodmares, his power growing with every pregnant body.

 

And with Madame Pomfrey under his control, he knew that future was closer than ever before. With her knowledge of potions and her unwavering obedience, he would be unstoppable. His power and his family would span the wizarding world.

 

*   *   *   *   *

Harry woke up in the dead of night, his eyes fluttering open as he felt a warm, wet sensation on his cock. He looked down to see Madame Pomfrey, her lips wrapped around his shaft, her eyes closed in bliss.

 

Harry moaned softly, his hips bucking involuntarily as Madame Pomfrey worked her magic. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her lips tight and warm as she bobbed her head up and down.

 

Harry knew that Madame Pomfrey was under his control, that she would do anything he asked of her. But there was something undeniably erotic about seeing the normally stern and proper matron on her knees, her mouth full of his cock.

 

He let her serve him, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust his hips, fucking her mouth with abandon. Madame Pomfrey moaned around his cock, her eyes fluttering closed as she worked him with her lips and tongue.

 

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Madame Pomfrey pulled back, her lips shiny with saliva. She smiled up at Harry, her eyes dark with lust, and climbed on top of him, her cunt hovering over his cock.

 

With a moan, she sank down onto him, her cunt tight and wet as it engulfed his cock. Harry groaned, his hands going to her hips as she started to ride him, her movements slow and sensual.

 

Madame Pomfrey's tits bounced as she moved, her nipples hard and pointed. Harry reached up, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples.

 

Madame Pomfrey moaned, her head thrown back as she rode him harder, her cunt clenching around his cock. Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge.

 

With a final, hard thrust, he came inside her, his cum filling her cunt to the brim. Madame Pomfrey moaned, her own orgasm ripping through her as she felt his seed flooding her womb.

 

She leaned over him, her lips brushing against his ear. "I took one of the fertility potions," she whispered, her voice soft and sultry. "I am now certainly pregnant with your child."

 

Harry moaned, his cock twitching inside her at the thought. Madame Pomfrey smiled, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk as she pulled off him, her cunt leaking his cum.

 

She leaned up against the end of the bed, her eyes dark with lust as she watched him. Harry could feel his cock already stirring, the sight of her naked, cum-covered body too much for him to resist.

 

He reached for her, his hands pulling her close as he kissed her deeply. Madame Pomfrey moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as he explored her mouth.

 

Harry knew that he should be resting, that his body was still recovering from the effects of the Imperius Curse. But he couldn't resist the temptation of Madame Pomfrey's body, the lure of her willing and submissive flesh.

 

He pulled her onto the bed, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed and licked every inch of her skin. Madame Pomfrey moaned, her body arching into his touch as he explored her curves.

 

Harry kissed his way down her body, his lips brushing against her tits, her stomach, her hips. He settled between her legs, his tongue flicking out to taste her cunt, still wet and leaking with his cum.

 

Madame Pomfrey moaned, her hips bucking as he licked and sucked at her clit. Harry could taste himself on her, his cum mixed with her juices, and it only made him harder.

 

He fucked her with his tongue, his lips and chin coated in her wetness. Madame Pomfrey moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she ground her cunt against his face.

 

Harry could feel her orgasm building, her thighs trembling around his head. With a final, hard suck on her clit, he sent her over the edge, her cum flooding his mouth as she came with a scream.

 

Harry pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with her wetness. Madame Pomfrey lay panting on the bed, her body limp and sated.

 

Harry smiled, his cock hard and throbbing as he looked down at her. He knew he should let her rest, but he couldn't resist the urge to fuck her again, to fill her cunt with his cum until she overflowed.

 

He climbed on top of her, his cock nudging against her entrance. Madame Pomfrey moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust inside her, his cock sliding easily into her wet heat.

 

Harry fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers as he pounded her into the mattress. Madame Pomfrey moaned, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her hands clinging to his back.

 

Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. With a final, hard thrust, he came inside her, his cum filling her cunt to the brim even as it leaked out around his cock.

 

Madame Pomfrey moaned, her own orgasm ripping through her as she felt his seed flooding her womb. She clung to him, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

 

As Harry lay there, his body still entwined with Madame Pomfrey's, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, that he was using his powers to control and manipulate those around him.

 

But he couldn't bring himself to care. He had a goal, a purpose, and he would stop at nothing to achieve it. He wanted to grow his family, to have as many children as he could, no matter the cost.

 

He knew that it wouldn't be easy, that there would be challenges and obstacles along the way. But with Madame Pomfrey by his side, her knowledge of potions and her unwavering obedience, he knew he could achieve anything.

 

He thought about the potions she had mentioned, the fertility potions and the gender-changing potion. With those at his disposal, he could have as many children as he wanted, with whoever he wanted.

 

He could turn men into women and impregnate them all with his seed. He could create a family that spanned generations, a legacy that would last for centuries.

 

The thought filled him with a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that he had a long way to go, that there would be struggles and setbacks along the way.

 

But he also knew that he had the power and the determination to see it through. He would use his powers, his potions, and his influence to grow his family, no matter what it took.

 

And as he looked down at Madame Pomfrey, her body still flush with the afterglow of their coupling, he knew that he had an ideal servant to help him achieve his goals.

 

She was his, body and soul, and she would do anything he asked of her. She would bear his children, serve his every need, and help him build his family, no matter the cost.

 

And with that thought, he drifted off to sleep, his body still entwined with Madame Pomfrey's, his cum still leaking from her cunt. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

 

He was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to grow his family, to create a legacy that would last for generations.

 

And with Madame Pomfrey by his side, he knew that nothing could stop him. He would have his family, his children, his legacy.

 

*   *   *   *   *

Harry woke up the next morning, his body feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Madame Pomfrey was already up and about, her demeanor back to the perfect Matron of the medical wing. As he sat up, she gave him a wink and a smirk, her hand running across her belly for a moment before she turned back to her duties.

 

Harry couldn't help but smile, the memory of the night before still fresh in his mind. He knew that Madame Pomfrey was his, body and soul, and that she would do anything he asked of her. It was a heady feeling, one that filled him with a sense of power and control.

 

He made his way down to the Great Hall, his mind already racing with the possibilities of the day ahead. He had plans to make, potions to brew, and a family to grow.

 

As he entered the hall, he saw Hermione, Ginny, and Luna waiting for him at the Gryffindor table. All three girls looked worried, their faces etched with concern as they saw him approach.

 

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping up from her seat and rushing over to him. "We were so worried about you! Where were you last night?"

 

Harry smiled, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "I'm fine," he said, his voice reassuring. "I just spent the night in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey took good care of me."

 

Ginny and Luna looked relieved, their faces breaking into smiles as they heard his words. "We're just glad you're okay," Ginny said, her hand reaching out to squeeze his.

 

As they sat down to eat, Harry looked around at the three girls, his mind already racing with the possibilities. He knew that he needed their help, that he couldn't achieve his goals alone.

 

"I need your help with a problem," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Can we meet later, somewhere private?"

 

The girls nodded, their faces curious and eager. "Of course," Hermione said, her voice firm. "We'll do whatever we can to help you, Harry."

 

They arranged to meet in a back corner of the library, a secluded spot where they could talk without being overheard. As they ate, Hermione leaned in, her voice low and gossipy.

 

"Did you hear about Lavender?" she asked, her eyes wide. "She showed up in the common room alone last night, looking all confused and disoriented. She couldn't even say what happened to her."

 

Ginny snorted, her eyes rolling. "That's not surprising," she said, her voice dismissive. "Lavender's not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, is she?"

 

Harry felt a twinge of guilt as he listened to their conversation, the memory of what he had done to Lavender still fresh in his mind. He knew that it was wrong, that he had violated her in the worst possible way.

 

But he also knew that he couldn't afford to let guilt or remorse hold him back. He had a goal, a purpose, and he would stop at nothing to achieve it.

 

As they finished their breakfast, Harry stood up, his hand reaching out to touch each of the girls in turn. "I'll see you in the library," he said, his voice firm.

 

*   *   *   *   *

As Harry sat down in the back corner of the library, his eyes scanned over the three girls in front of him. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all looked back at him, their faces curious and eager.

 

"I need your help with something," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Madame Pomfrey told me about the limits of the Imperius Curse, how I can only control a few people at a time. I need to find a way around that."

 

The girls nodded, their faces thoughtful as they considered his words. As they thought, Luna casually reached over, her hand slipping into Harry's trousers and pulling out his cock. She started to stroke it, her hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

 

Ginny and Hermione, both still under the Imperius Curse, noticed what Luna was doing and blushed, but didn't comment. They were too focused on the task at hand, their minds racing as they tried to come up with a solution.

 

Suddenly, Hermione's eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face. "What if we approach the Imperius Curse like a pyramid scheme?" she said, her voice excited. "You may only be able to control two or three people, but why can't you order them to control others on your behalf?"

 

Harry was impressed, his eyes widening as he considered her idea. It was brilliant, a way to exponentially increase his power and influence without having to do all the work himself.

 

As he thought, Luna took Ginny and shoved the redhead's lips down onto Harry's cock, manually face fucking the Weasley. Ginny moaned, her lips stretching around Harry's shaft as Luna worked her head back and forth.

 

Luna looked up at Harry, her eyes shining with mischief. "You know, you could also use the life debts owed to you to force witches to agree to an Unbreakable Vow of loyalty and obedience," she said, her voice sly. "That way, you wouldn't have to worry about the Imperius Curse at all."

 

She gestured to Hermione and Ginny, her smile widening. "These two would be perfect for that, don't you think?"

 

Harry nodded, his eyes dark with lust as he considered her words. It was a good idea, a way to ensure his control over his most loyal and devoted followers.

 

He reached down, his hand tangling in Ginny's hair as he shoved her down on his cock. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he neared the edge.

 

With a final, hard thrust, he came, his cum shooting down Ginny's throat as she swallowed eagerly. Hermione and Luna watched, their faces flushed with arousal as they took in the sight.

As Ginny pulled back, her lips shiny with cum, Harry looked around at the three girls, a smile spreading across his face. "Thank you," he said, his voice sincere. "You've given me a lot to think about."

 

The girls nodded, their faces shining with devotion and loyalty. They would do anything for Harry, anything at all.

 

And with that thought, Harry stood up, his cock still hard and throbbing as he tucked it back into his trousers. He had plans to make, potions to brew, and a family to grow.

 

But first, he needed to test out his new ideas, to see if they would work in practice as well as they did in theory. He needed to find someone to control, someone to bend to his will and do his bidding.

 

As he walked out of the library, the girls following behind him, his mind was already racing with the possibilities. He knew that he had a long road ahead of him, that there would be challenges and obstacles to overcome.

 

But he also knew that he had the power, the determination, and the loyal followers he needed to see it through. He would use the Imperius Curse, the Unbreakable Vow, and any other tool at his disposal to grow his family.

As Harry dismissed Ginny, he turned to Hermione and Luna, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Come with me," he said, his voice firm. "We have work to do."

 

He led them down to the Chamber of Secrets, his footsteps echoing in the dark, damp tunnel. As they entered the chamber itself, he conjured a chair and tied Hermione to it, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with magical ropes.

 

He then lifted the Imperius Curse, his eyes watching her closely as she came back to herself. Hermione blinked, her eyes widening with horror as she realized what had happened.

 

"You...you raped me," she whispered, her voice shaking with anger and disbelief. "You turned me into nothing more than a slave."

 

Harry nodded, his face impassive. "I did what I had to do," he said, his voice cold. "But now it's time for you to fulfill your life debt."

 

Hermione's eyes widened, her face paling as she felt the magic around them snap into place, confirming that she did, in fact, owe him for saving her from the troll in their first year.

 

"Harry, please," she begged, her voice desperate. "Don't do this. It's not too late to stop."

 

She turned to Luna, her eyes pleading. "Luna, help me," she said, her voice cracking. "Please, don't let him do this."

 

But Luna just smiled, her eyes shining with mischief. "Oh, I think you'll make a wonderful cumdump and mother for Harry's bastards," she said, her voice sly. "Don't you agree?"

 

Hermione's eyes widened, her face crumpling as she realized that Luna was not going to help her. She turned back to Harry, her voice shaking with fear and desperation.

 

"Harry, please," she said again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't do this. I'm begging you."

 

But Harry ignored her, his eyes dark with determination. "In payment of your life debt," he said, his voice firm, "I demand that you swear an Unbreakable Vow of loyalty and obedience to me."

 

Hermione's eyes widened, her face paling as she realized what he was asking. She knew that she had no choice, that the magic of the life debt would compel her to obey.

 

With a heavy heart, she nodded, her voice shaking as she spoke the words of the vow. "I swear I will be loyal and obedient to Harry Potter, now and forever."

 

Luna stepped forward, her wand out as she bound the vow in place. Hermione felt the magic settle around her, heavy and unyielding, and knew that she was bound to Harry for the rest of her life.

 

As the vow was completed, Harry smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He knew that Hermione was his now, body and soul, and that she would do anything he asked of her.

 

He untied her from the chair, his hand stroking her hair as he looked down at her. "Good girl," he said, his voice soft. "I knew you'd make the right choice."

 

Hermione shuddered, her eyes filling with tears as she looked up at him. She knew that her life was no longer her own, that she was nothing more than a slave to Harry's whims.

 

But she also knew that she had no choice, that the magic of the life debt and the Unbreakable Vow would compel her to obey. She was Harry's now, for better or for worse.

 

As Harry stood over Hermione, her wrists and ankles still bound to the chair, he looked down at her with a cruel smile. "Now that you're bound, let's lay down some ground rules," he said, his voice cold and commanding.

 

"First, you will obey every order I give you without question. Second, you will not, in any way, shape, or form, reveal anything I deem a secret or anything you may think I would not want others to know. Third, in public, you will continue to act and behave like Hermione Granger, but in reality, you are my slave and will do as you are told. And fourth, if you think of any method that will allow you to circumvent my rules or orders, you are required to come up with the perfect counter and provide both the loophole and solution to me before anyone else. Do you understand?"

 

Hermione nodded, her face crumpling as she realized the full extent of what she had sworn to. Her once bright future was gone, replaced by a life as nothing more than Harry's fuck toy, a body to carry his children, nothing more.

 

Harry smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," he said, his voice soft. "Now, I want you to pleasure me."

 

Hermione's eyes widened, her face flushing with shame and humiliation. But she knew that she had no choice, that she was bound by the Unbreakable Vow to obey Harry's every command.

 

With shaking hands, she reached out, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of Harry's trousers. As she pulled out his cock, already hard and throbbing, she felt a tear slip down her cheek.

 

But Harry didn't care, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he shoved his cock into her mouth.

 

Hermione gagged, her eyes watering as Harry's cock hit the back of her throat. But he didn't stop, his hips thrusting as he fucked her face, using her mouth like a toy for his pleasure.

 

Luna watched, her eyes shining with mischief as she took in the sight. She knew that Hermione was broken, that she would never be the same again. But she didn't care, her loyalty to Harry overriding any pity she might have felt.

 

As Harry neared his climax, his thrusts became harder, more erratic. Hermione gagged and sputtered, her eyes streaming with tears as she struggled to breathe around his cock.

 

But Harry didn't care, his eyes rolling back in his head as he finally came, his cum shooting down Hermione's throat in thick, hot spurts. Hermione swallowed, her throat working as she took every last drop.

 

As Harry pulled back, his cock sliding out of Hermione's mouth with a wet pop, he looked down at her with a satisfied smile. "Good girl," he said, his voice soft. "You did well."

Hermione shuddered, her eyes downcast as she tried to come to terms with her new reality. She knew that her life was no longer her own, that she was nothing more than Harry's plaything, his slave.

 

And as Harry untied her from the chair, his hand stroking her hair with a mocking tenderness, she knew that this was only the beginning. Her life, her body, her very soul belonged to Harry now, and there was nothing she could do to change that.

 

As Harry looked down at Hermione, her face streaked with tears and cum, he realized with a start that they were both about to be late for their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Umbridge. He cursed under his breath, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do.

 

Luna stepped forward, her eyes shining with mischief as she took in the scene. "Here, let me help," she said, her voice soft as she pulled out her wand.

 

With a few quick flicks, she cleaned up Hermione, her hair and clothes looking as neat and tidy as ever. Harry nodded his thanks, his hand reaching out to stroke Hermione's cheek.

 

"You did well," he said, his voice soft. "And now that you're mine, forever loyal to me, I have a gift for you."

 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out Hermione's wand, his hand closing around hers as he pressed it into her palm. "I trust you," he said, his eyes dark with meaning. "Don't make me regret it."

 

Hermione nodded, her eyes downcast as she took the wand. She knew that she was bound to Harry now, that she would never be able to betray him, even if she wanted to.

 

As they made their way to the classroom, slipping into their seats just in time, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had Hermione now, bound to him by the Unbreakable Vow, and he knew that she would be a valuable asset in his quest to grow his family.

 

But as the class began, it quickly became apparent that Professor Umbridge was looking to pick a fight. Her eyes kept sliding over to Harry, her lips pursed in a disapproving frown as she lectured the class on the importance of obedience and loyalty to the Ministry.

 

Harry kept his calm, though, his face impassive as he listened to her droning voice. He had no interest in drawing any more of the Ministry's ire, not while he was busy knocking up witches and growing his family.

 

But as the class wore on, Umbridge's jabs became more and more pointed, her eyes boring into Harry as she lectured on the dangers of "wild, unfounded accusations" and the importance of "knowing one's place."

 

Harry gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched tight as he fought to keep his temper in check. He knew that Umbridge was trying to goad him, to get him to lash out and give her an excuse to punish him.

 

But he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. He was smarter than that, more cunning. He would bide his time, play the dutiful student, and wait for his moment to strike.

 

And when it came, he would show Umbridge just how powerful he really was. He would show her the true meaning of power, of control, as he bent her to his will and made her his, just like he had done with Hermione.

 

But for now, he would play the game, keep his head down, and his mouth shut. He had more important things to worry about, more witches to knock up, and more loyal followers to bind to him.

 

And as the class finally came to an end, Harry stood up, his eyes dark with determination as he made his way out of the room. He had work to do, a family to grow, and he wouldn't let anyone, not even Umbridge, stand in his way.

 

As Harry made his way out of the classroom, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities, he turned to Hermione, who was following him silently. He knew that he needed her help, that he couldn't achieve his goals alone.

 

"Hermione," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I need you to master the Fidelius Charm. As nice as the Chamber of Secrets is, it's not really in a convenient location. With the Fidelius Charm, any room can become a secret hideaway at a moment's notice."

 

Hermione nodded, her eyes downcast as she listened to his words. She knew that she had no choice but to obey, that she was bound to Harry by the Unbreakable Vow.

 

"I'll start researching right away," she said, her voice soft. "I'll need access to the Restricted Section of the library, but I'm sure I can find what I need."

 

Harry nodded, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Good girl," he said, his voice soft. "I knew I could count on you."

 

As Hermione set off for the library, her mind already racing with the possibilities, Harry turned to Luna, who was hovering nearby. "I need you to do something for me, too," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial.

 

Luna nodded, her eyes shining with mischief as she leaned in closer. "Anything, Harry," she said, her voice eager. "What do you need?"

 

Harry smiled, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I need you to keep an eye on Umbridge," he said, his voice firm. "I don't trust her, and I need to know what she's up to."

 

Luna nodded, her face serious as she took in his words. "I'll watch her like a hawk," she said, her voice solemn. "You can count on me, Harry."

 

As Luna set off to begin her task, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had two of the brightest and most loyal witches in the school working for him now, and he knew that they would stop at nothing to help him achieve his goals.

 

He made his way to the Great Hall, his mind already racing with the possibilities. He knew that he needed to be careful, that he couldn't afford to draw too much attention to himself.

 

But he also knew that he had a plan, a purpose, and he would stop at nothing to see it through. He would use the Fidelius Charm to create a network of secret hideaways, places where he could work in peace without fear of discovery.

 

And he would use Luna's information on Umbridge to stay one step ahead of the Ministry, to make sure that they couldn't interfere with his plans.

 

As he sat down at the Gryffindor table, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of trouble, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready for the challenge.

 

He had a family to grow, a legacy to build, and he wouldn't let anyone stand in his way. Not Umbridge, not the Ministry, not anyone.

 

And with that thought, he set to work, his mind already racing with the possibilities of what was to come.

 

Chapter 3

Summary:

With the Help of Luna, Harry adds two unusual girls to his growing stable.

Notes:

I am not one for extensive notes.

I do not own Harry Potter.

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All the images are AI-generated.

Harry woke with a start, his body drenched in a cold sweat as he sat up in bed, gasping for air. He had been dreaming again, a strange and unsettling vision of a long hallway and a mysterious door that he felt he had seen before, but couldn't quite place.

 

As he tried to calm his racing heart, his mind wandered to the threats that surrounded him. Umbridge was in the castle, a constant thorn in his side, and Voldemort was out there somewhere, gathering strength and plotting his return.

 

Harry knew that he needed to grow his power, to build his family and his influence, if he was to have any hope of defeating them. And that meant it was time to expand his stable of broodmares.

 

He pulled out the Marauder's Map, his eyes scanning the corridors and classrooms as he searched for his next target. And then he saw something strange: Daphne Greengrass, the gorgeous Slytherin Ice Queen, was in a room with several male members of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

 

Harry frowned, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He had never thought of Daphne as the type to sleep around, to debase herself with a group of Quidditch players. Maybe she was in trouble, and helping her out would be a great way to make inroads with the Slytherin girls.

 

He couldn't pass up the opportunity. Without hesitation, he threw off his covers and slipped out of bed, reaching for his invisibility cloak and draping it over his shoulders.

 

He crept out of the boys' dormitory, his heart pounding in his chest as he made his way through the castle. He knew that what he was doing was risky, that he could be caught at any moment. But he also knew that he had to take chances if he was to succeed in his goals.

As Harry approached the room where he had seen Daphne on the Marauder's Map, an unsettling feeling crept over him, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Something was undeniably wrong; he could feel it in his bones.

 

The door to the room was slightly ajar, but an eerie silence loomed from within. Harry's heart hammered against his chest as he cautiously approached, his wand at the ready. He pressed his ear against the crack, straining to hear any signs of life, but the silence was deafening.

 

Carefully, Harry pushed the door open, wincing as the hinges creaked. He peered into the room, his eyes struggling to adjust to the dim lighting. As the shadows slowly took shape, Harry's breath caught in his throat.

 

The Slytherin Quidditch team lay scattered across the floor, their bodies twisted and broken. It looked as if they had been brutally attacked, with no mercy spared. Harry's mind raced as he tried to comprehend the scene before him.

 

He stepped further into the room, his eyes sweeping every corner, searching for any sign of Daphne. But she was nowhere to be found. Panic began to set in as Harry frantically pulled out the Marauder's Map, desperate to locate her.

 

To his surprise, the map revealed that Daphne was back in the Slytherin girls' dormitory, as if nothing had happened. Harry's brow furrowed in confusion, trying to piece together the puzzle.

 

Suddenly, a low groan escaped from one of the Slytherin boys, snapping Harry's attention back to the present. He rushed over, kneeling beside the injured boy. "What happened here?" Harry asked urgently, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

The boy's eyes fluttered open, filled with a mixture of pain and hatred. "Fuck off, Potter," he spat, his voice weak but venomous. "This is none of your business."

 

Anger flared within Harry, and without thinking, he raised his wand, casting the Imperius Curse. "Tell me what happened," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

 

To Harry's shock, the curse seemed to have no effect on the boy. He laughed, a bitter and mocking sound that sent chills down Harry's spine. "You think you're so powerful, don't you, Potter?" the boy sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "But I only allow my mistress to command me."

 

Harry's mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the boy's words. Who was this "mistress" he spoke of, and how could she have such power over the boy that even the Imperius Curse had no effect?

 

Realizing that he couldn't leave the boy with his memories intact, Harry made a split-second decision. He pointed his wand at the boy and cast the Obliviate spell, watching as the boy's eyes went blank and his face lost all expression.

 

Satisfied that the boy would remember nothing, Harry turned and left the room, his mind still grappling with the implications of what he had discovered. As he made his way back to his own dormitory, he couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was at play.

 

Questions swirled in his mind, demanding answers. Who was this mysterious mistress, and what kind of power did she possess? What did this mean for his plans, his dreams of power and domination?

 

Harry knew that he had to uncover the truth behind the mystery and confront the dark forces at work within Hogwarts. But for now, all he could do was wait and watch, biding his time until he could make his next move.

 

As he climbed back into bed, his heart heavy with worry and uncertainty, he knew that the road ahead would be fraught with danger and treachery. The game had changed, and Harry had to be prepared for whatever lay ahead.

 

Harry spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, his mind consumed by the events he had witnessed. The image of the beaten Slytherin Quidditch team haunted him, and the mysterious "mistress" who held sway over them only added to his unease.

 

As dawn broke, Harry finally gave up on sleep and dragged himself out of bed. He dressed quickly, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities as he made his way down to the medical wing.

 

As he entered, he was greeted by the sight of Madam Pomfrey, who seemed thrilled to see him. Before he could even ask about the Slytherin boys, she swept him into a passionate kiss, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

 

Harry was caught off guard, but he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at her touch. As they embraced, he felt her slip something into his hand; he glanced down to see what appeared to be an ordinary-looking brown sack. She smirked slightly when he looked up at her in confusion.

 

“It is a Moleskine pouch, and I placed a feather-weight charm on it. It is filled with all the fertility and stamina potions I can spare at the moment.” She said with a seductive edge to her voice as she pulled him in for another searing kiss. When they finally broke apart, he managed to catch his breath and ask about the Slytherin boys.

 

To his surprise, Madam Pomfrey looked confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, her brow furrowed. "No Slytherin boys were brought in last night."

 

Harry's mind reeled, trying to make sense of this new information. He had seen the boys with his own eyes, beaten and broken on the floor. How could they not have come in for treatment?

 

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Is there any way to block an Imperius Curse?" he asked, hoping that Madam Pomfrey's expertise might shed some light on the situation.

 

She took a moment to think, her eyes distant as she considered the question. "There's no way to block it entirely," she said finally. "Some people can throw it off after it's been cast on them, but to fully resist it? No, the only thing that could cause an Imperius Curse to fail like that would be if the target was already under another Imperius Curse that directly countered the first one."

 

Harry's eyes widened as realization dawned on him. Of course. Whoever this "mistress" was, she was using the Imperius Curse to force loyalty, just like he had done with his own followers.

 

But who could it be? His thoughts immediately turned to Daphne, but he hesitated. Why would she beat her own minions? It didn't make sense.

 

The mystery only deepened, and Harry knew that he would have to be careful as he tried to unravel it. He couldn't afford to make any missteps, not with so much at stake.

 

As he left the medical wing, his mind was already racing with plans and possibilities. He would have to keep a close eye on Daphne and the Slytherin Quidditch team, watching for any signs of the mysterious "mistress" who held them in her thrall.

 

And he would have to be prepared for whatever came next. He had a feeling that the game was only just beginning, and he would need all of his wits and resources to come out on top.

 

But for now, all he could do was wait and watch, biding his time until he could make his next move. The mystery persisted, and Harry knew that he would stop at nothing to uncover the truth.

 

*   *   *   *   *

Harry made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast, his mind still consumed by the events of the previous night. As he entered the bustling room, he scanned the tables, searching for any sign of Daphne or the Slytherin Quidditch team.

 

He spotted them at the Slytherin table, looking for all the world as if nothing had happened. The boys seemed fully recovered from their beating, and Daphne sat among them, her expression aloof and unbothered as they jostled and chatted around her.

 

Harry frowned, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. With the revelation of the "mistress's" potential use of the Imperius Curse, he couldn't rule out the possibility that she had used other mind magic to erase the entire account from the minds of both parties.

 

He knew he would have to keep a close eye on them, watching for any signs of the mysterious "mistress" who held them in her thrall. But for now, there was little he could do but wait and watch.

 

As he made his way to the Gryffindor table, he was surprised to see Luna walking towards him, a mischievous glint in her eye. She gave him a slight peck on the cheek, and he felt her slip a note into his pocket as she pulled away.

 

Harry was taken aback, but before he could ask her what it was all about, Ron appeared at his side, a knowing grin on his face. "What was that all about?" he asked, his eyes dancing with mirth.

 

Harry laughed it off, shaking his head. "Just Luna being Luna," he said, trying to keep his voice light. But inside, his curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't help but wonder what the note said.

 

He managed to make it through breakfast without any further incidents, though he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. As soon as he left the Great Hall, he pulled out the note and scanned its contents.

 

It was from Luna, instructing him to join her in a certain classroom that evening for a surprise. Harry's heart raced as he read the words, his mind already spinning with possibilities.

 

He knew he would have to be careful, that whatever Luna had planned could be dangerous or risky. But he also knew that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to find out what she had in store for him.

 

As the day wore on, Harry could hardly contain his excitement and anticipation. He went through the motions of his classes and homework, but his mind was always on the upcoming meeting with Luna.

 

Finally, as the sun began to set, he made his way to the designated classroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea what to expect, but he knew that whatever it was, it would be unforgettable.

*   *   *   *   *

 

As Harry entered the room, he was greeted by the sight of Luna standing patiently over the bound forms of two girls, both naked and on their knees. He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Luna, what is this all about?" he asked, his voice light and curious.

 

Luna turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "These are Lisa Turpin and Mandy Brocklehurst," she said, gesturing to the two girls. "Two of my housemates who take special pleasure in tormenting me. I figured they were poor examples of Ravenclaws, so they may as well serve as brood mares."

 

Harry's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the two girls. Lisa had pale blonde hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, and she looked up at him with fear in her bright blue eyes. Mandy, on the other hand, had light brown hair that fell in a sleek curtain around her face, and she glared up at him defiantly, her dark eyes flashing with anger.

 

He turned back to Luna, a smirk playing on his lips. "And how do you plan to keep them in line?" he asked, his voice low and suggestive.

 

Luna grinned, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I'll cast the Imperius Curse on them when you're finished," she said, her voice thick with anticipation. "They'll be putty in our hands."

 

Harry felt a thrill of excitement run through him at her words, and he knew that he couldn't resist the opportunity to take control of these two beautiful girls. He stepped closer to them, his eyes roving over their naked bodies as he savored the moment.

Lisa shrank back from him, her fear palpable in the air around them. But Mandy held her ground, her chin tilted up defiantly as she met his gaze.

 

Harry knew that he would have to break her, to show her who was in charge. He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him as he leaned in close. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "And you're going to do exactly as I say."

Mandy's eyes flashed with anger and humiliation, but she didn't pull away. Harry grinned, knowing that he would have fun breaking her will.

He turned his attention to Lisa, who was trembling beneath his gaze. He reached out and stroked her hair, enjoying the silkiness of it beneath his fingers. "Don't worry," he murmured, his voice soothing. "I'll take good care of you."

 

Lisa whimpered, but she didn't move away from his touch. Harry knew that she would be easy to control, to mold into whatever he wanted her to be.

 

He stepped back, his eyes sweeping over the two girls as he savored the moment. He knew that he had all the power here, and he intended to use it to its fullest.

 

Turning to Luna, he grinned wickedly. "Shall we begin?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

 

"Please, don't do this," Lisa sobs, her voice trembling with fear as Harry pushes her down onto the cold, hard floor. She tries to squirm away from him, her naked body writhing beneath his grasp, but he holds her firmly in place, his eyes gleaming with dark desire. Tears stream down her face, leaving glistening trails on her cheeks as she begs him to stop. But Harry is relentless, his grip on her wrists tightening as he pins her arms above her head, leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed to his every whim.

 

"You'll pay for this, Potter!" Mandy screams, her voice shrill and angry. "My mother works at the Ministry, and she'll make sure you're punished for what you're doing to us!" She struggles against her bonds, her face red with fury as she hurls threats and insults at Harry. But he simply smirks at her, his eyes never leaving Lisa's tear-streaked face. He knows that he's untouchable, that no one can stop him from taking what he wants. Mandy's words are nothing more than the impotent ravings of a powerless girl, and Harry revels in her helpless rage.

 

Despite Lisa's pleas and sobs, Harry begins to explore her most intimate areas, his fingers probing and stroking her delicate folds. She whimpers and tries to pull away, but he holds her in place, lowering his head to taste her sweetness. His tongue flicks out, lapping at her clit and sending shivers of unwanted pleasure through her body. Lisa's cries turn to moans, her hips bucking beneath his mouth as he works her with ruthless skill. He sucks and licks, driving her wild with sensation even as she begs him to stop. But Harry shows no mercy, determined to make her submit to his every desire.

 

As Harry works on Lisa, Luna moves behind Mandy, her hands reaching around to cup and squeeze the angry girl's breasts. "Just look at these udders," she purrs, her voice mocking. "They'll plump up nicely in time to feed our master's children." Mandy struggles against her touch, her face flushed with humiliation and rage, but Luna simply laughs, enjoying the girl's helpless fury. She pinches and twists Mandy's nipples, causing her to gasp and squirm in her bonds. Luna leans in close, her breath hot on Mandy's ear as she whispers, "You'll make a fine brood mare for our master, won't you?" Mandy shudders, her defiance crumbling in the face of Luna's relentless torment.

 

As Lisa's orgasm tears through her, Harry feels a surge of power and control. He knows that these girls deserve no mercy, not after the way they've treated Luna. With a wicked grin, he decides to be extra rough with them, to make them pay for their cruelty. He reaches down and grabs Lisa's hips, yanking her towards him as he positions himself between her legs. She whimpers in fear, knowing that he's about to take her with all the force and brutality he can muster. But Harry shows no hesitation, no hint of mercy or compassion. These girls are his playthings now, and he intends to use them until they break.

Harry reaches for a vial of Stamina potion, downing it in one gulp as he prepares himself for the next phase of his assault on Lisa's body. He feels the potion's effects surge through him, filling him with renewed energy and vigor. He flips Lisa over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up to meet him as he positions himself behind her. She whimpers and squirms, trying to escape the fate she knows is coming. But Harry shows no mercy, thrusting deep into her tight, virgin ass.

 

Lisa wails in pain and shock, her cries echoing through the room as Harry begins to fuck her mercilessly. "Please, stop, it hurts!" she sobs, her voice breaking with agony and despair. But Harry ignores her pleas, reveling in the sensation of her tight, clenching channel gripping his cock like a vice. He pounds into her, each thrust drawing fresh screams from her throat. Tears stream down her face as she struggles to escape, but Harry holds her in place, forcing her to endure his brutal assault.

 

As he continues to fuck Lisa's ass, Harry reaches for a vial of fertility potion, holding it up for Mandy to see. "You're next, bitch," he growls, his eyes locking with hers as he makes a show of uncorking the vial. Mandy pales, her eyes widening in horror as she realizes what's about to happen.

 

Harry pulls out of Lisa's ass, flipping her onto her back once more. He straddles her chest, grabbing her jaw and forcing her mouth open. "Drink up, whore," he commands, pouring the potion down her throat as she sputters and chokes. "You're going to be a good little brood mare for me, aren't you?" Lisa whimpers, tears streaming from her eyes as the potion takes effect.

 

Harry grins down at Lisa, enjoying the sight of her tear-streaked face and potion-slicked lips. He decides to give the potion time to set in, to ensure that Lisa's body is fully primed and ready to conceive. He shifts forward, grabbing the base of his cock and smacking it against her cheeks. "Open up, slut," he orders, pressing the head against her lips. "I want to feel the back of your throat."

 

Lisa sobs but obeys, parting her lips and allowing him to slide his cock into the wet heat of her mouth. Harry groans at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he begins to thrust. He fucks her face with ruthless abandon, relishing the feeling of her throat muscles convulsing around his length as she gags and chokes on his cock. Saliva drips down her chin, mixing with the remnants of the potion as Harry uses her mouth for his pleasure.

 

"This is what you get for picking on Luna," he growls, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pushes deeper into her throat. "You're nothing but a cum dump now, a perfect little breeding whore." Lisa sobs around his cock, her eyes streaming with tears as Harry continues to face fuck her with brutal force.

 

As Harry continued to abuse Lisa’s swollen lips, Luna moved in front of Mandy, her hands trailing down the angry girl's body. She reaches Mandy's pussy, her fingers slipping through her folds and circling her clit. Mandy moans, her body betraying her even as her mind rebels against the pleasure. "You bitch," she snarls at Luna, her voice breaking with conflicted desire. "You'll pay for this."

 

Luna simply laughs, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault on Mandy's most sensitive areas. "Oh, I think you'll be the one paying," she purrs, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Paying with your body, your womb, your very soul." Mandy shudders, her hips bucking involuntarily against Luna's hand as she struggles to maintain her defiance.

 

With a final thrust, Harry spills his seed deep into Lisa's throat, forcing her to swallow every drop. He pulls out, his cock glistening with her spit and his cum, and steps back to admire his handiwork. Lisa lies spent and broken, her body trembling with the aftereffects of her shameful orgasm.

 

Harry moves to Lisa's lower half, spreading her legs wide as he positions himself at her entrance. He plunges deep into her tight, fertile womb, groaning at the exquisite sensation of her slick heat gripping his cock. He reaches up, his hands kneading and squeezing her ripe tits, as he begins to thrust in earnest.

 

Lisa moans like a wanton whore beneath him, her broken mind lost to the pleasure and degradation of her situation. "Yes, please, breed me," she begs, her voice rising in pitch and volume with every brutal thrust. "Make me your special slut, your cum dump, your brood mare."

 

Lisa's pleas devolve into incoherent shrieks and wails, her voice cracking with the force of her need. "Please, please, please," she sobs, her nails raking down Harry's back as she pulls him closer. "Fuck me, breed me, use me, I need it, I need you, please, please, please."

 

As Lisa's begging reaches a fever pitch, Harry finally allows himself to finish, his seed spurting deep into her fertile womb. He grinds against her, his pelvic bone pressing against her clit and sending her into another shattering orgasm. Lisa screams her completion, her voice breaking on Harry's name as he fills her with his cum.

 

He pulls out, his cock glistening with the evidence of their depravity, and steps back to survey his handiwork. Lisa lies broken and twitching, her mind shattered beyond repair by the force of her violation and degradation. She is nothing now, nothing but a cum dump, a vessel for Harry's seed, a slave to his every depraved whim.

As Harry turns towards Mandy, her eyes widen with stark, abject terror. She gazes at the broken shell of her friend, the realization of her own impending fate crashing over her like a tidal wave of horror. She struggles anew against her bonds, her voice rising in a panicked wail. "No, no, please, not me, not me," she begs, her bravado crumbling in the face of her inescapable doom.

 

But Harry simply smiles, his eyes dark with cruel anticipation as he advances on his next victim. "Oh, yes, Mandy," he growls, his voice thick with sadistic glee. "You're next."

Mandy's eyes went wide with fear as she looked up at Harry, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Harry, please don't do this," she begs, tears streaming down her face. "I swear I won't tell anyone. I'll do anything you want, just please, please don't break me like you did Lisa."

 

Harry's smirk widens as he listens to Mandy's pleas, a cruel glint in his eye. "Oh, I know you'll do anything," he says, his voice low and menacing. "In fact, we're about to start doing everything I want. And trust me, I have a lot of things in mind for you."

 

Harry takes his time exploring Mandy's body, his hands roaming over her curves with possessive familiarity. He squeezes her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he enjoys the way she squirms beneath his touch. He moves up to her tits, kneading and groping them roughly, savoring the sight of her nipples hardening against her will. "You see this body?" he growls, his eyes locked on hers. "It's mine now. Every inch of you is just a tool for my pleasure."

 

Harry steps in front of Mandy, his hard cock bobbing in front of her face. He smirks down at her, enjoying the way she flinches as he reaches out to grab her hair. "Maybe if you suck my dick like a good little slut, I'll spare you," he says, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "But you better make it good."

 

Mandy's eyes are filled with reluctance and fear as she leans forward, her lips parting to take Harry's cock into her mouth. She starts off slow, her tongue tentatively flicking against his shaft as she tries to find her rhythm.

 

Harry snorts in derision, his fingers tightening in Mandy's hair as he pulls her closer. "Pathetic," he sneers, his voice filled with contempt. "You'll have to do better than that if you want to be spared the same fate as your friend. Now, suck it like you mean it."

 

As Harry focused on Mandy, Luna took the opportunity to move over to Lisa's unconscious form. She kneels beside the girl, her hands reaching out to grope and squeeze her tits. "Oh, these are going to be so full of milk soon," Luna coos, her voice filled with malicious glee. "You're going to be such a good little cum cow for our master."

 

Terrified by Harry's threat and spurred on by Luna's taunting, Mandy begins to suck Harry's cock with renewed desperation. She takes him deep into her throat, gagging and choking on his length as she tries to show him how willing she is to please him. Snot and drool run down her face, mixing with her tears, but she doesn't let up, her head bobbing up and down on his cock with frantic energy. 

 

As Harry felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, he grabbed Mandy's hair, yanking her head forward and forcing his entire length down her throat. She gags and chokes, her eyes wide with panic as he fucks her face with ruthless abandon.

 

Even as he spilled his seed down Mandy's throat, Harry held her head in place, enjoying the sight of her struggling for air. For a moment, he entertains the thought of letting her choke to death on his cock, but at the last second, he pulls back, letting her gasp and sputter for air.

Harry looked down at Mandy, his eyes filled with cruel amusement as he saw the betrayal and realization dawn on her face. "You're lucky I need your womb," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Otherwise, I might have just let you suffocate on my cock."

 

Mandy looked up at Harry, her eyes wide with betrayal and despair as she realized that he never had any intention of sparing her from the fate he had planned. Her face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks as the full weight of her situation crashed over her.

 

While Mandy wept, Harry roughly flipped her over, shoving her face into the cold, hard stone floor. He pulls her hips up, exposing her ass to his view, and smirks as he takes in the sight of her trembling, vulnerable form.

 

Without warning or any lube other than his own cum and Mandy's spit, Harry lines up his cock with her tight, virgin ass and shoves himself inside. Mandy screams in pain, her voice echoing through the room as Harry brutally ass fucks her. He pounds into her, his hands gripping her hips so hard he leaves bruises, as he savagely takes her last virgin hole.

 

While Harry ass fucked Mandy, Luna pulled Lisa's limp form up into her lap. She cradled the girl against her chest and began to suck and lick at Lisa's breasts, enjoying the sight of her former tormentor’s body being used and degraded.

 

Harry continued to pound Mandy's ass until her once-pristine hole was red, raw, and bloody from his relentless assault. With a final, brutal thrust, he came deep inside her ass, his seed filling her bowels and marking her as his property. He pulled out, his cock glistening with blood and cum, and smirked down at Mandy's broken, trembling form.

As Harry pulled out of Mandy's ass, Lisa started to come out of her cum-induced coma. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused and hazy as she slowly regained consciousness. She groggily looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings and what had happened to her.

 

Harry watched with a smirk as Luna returned to the girls, her hands slowly kneading their tits as she leaned in close to Lisa's face. "You liked getting fucked by Harry, didn't you?" Luna purred, her voice low and seductive. "I bet you loved every moment of it, didn't you, you little slut?"

 

Lisa moaned softly, her body responding instinctively to Luna's touch even as her mind struggled to keep up. Her hips twitched as she remembered the feeling of Harry's cock inside her, stretching her holes and filling her with his hot, potent seed. "You like being his little cum dump, don't you?" Luna continued, her fingers pinching Lisa's nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her body. "Admit it, you loved being used and fucked by him, didn't you?"

 

She agreed, still clearly not fully conscious of her surroundings. "Yes," Lisa mumbled, her voice slurred and dreamy. "I loved it. I want more. Please, I need more of Harry's cock, I need him to use me and fill me up with his cum."

 

Luna smiled wickedly, seeing the perfect opportunity to trick Lisa into agreeing to an unspeakable vow of loyalty and obedience to Harry in order to keep getting fucked by him. "Do you want to keep getting fucked by Harry, Lisa?" Luna asked, her voice deceptively sweet. "Do you want to be his good little fuck toy, his obedient little cum dump? Will you do anything he says, anytime he wants, just to keep getting that delicious cock of his?"

 

Mandy whimpered, quietly trying to beg Lisa to come to her senses, but couldn't quite get the words out. "L-Lisa, please," Mandy whispered, her voice broken and desperate. "Don't listen to her, don't do this... You don't have to be his slave, you can fight it, we can escape together..."

 

But Lisa ignored her, her mind still foggy with the aftereffects of Harry's cum. She nodded, her eyes glazed and unfocused as she agreed to the unspeakable vow. "Yes," Lisa mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do anything to keep getting fucked by Harry. I'm his good little fuck doll, his obedient little cum dump. I'll do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, as long as he keeps using me and filling me with his cum."

 

With those words, Lisa sealed her fate forever, nothing more than another one of Harry's mindless sex slaves. Mandy watched in horror as her friend slipped further away from her, any hope of escape or resistance crumbling to dust in the face of Harry's irresistible control.

 

With the unbreakable vow sealed, Luna acting as the binder, Lisa was now irrevocably bound to Harry as his loyal and obedient fuck toy. The dark magic swirled around them, sealing Lisa's fate and ensuring her eternal servitude to Harry's depraved desires. Lisa shuddered as the magic took hold, her mind and body now forever enslaved to Harry's will.

 

Harry leaned in and kissed Lisa deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth and tasting the remnants of his own cum on her tongue. Lisa moaned into the kiss, her body trembling with need as she surrendered herself completely to Harry's control. His hands roamed her body possessively, teasing her sensitive flesh and leaving trails of shimmering magic in their wake, marking her as his property.

 

As Harry pulled back from the kiss, he looked down at Mandy, still whimpering and trembling on the floor. A cruel smirk curved his lips as he turned to Lisa and issued his first command. "Lisa, be a good little fuck doll and give Mandy's ass some oral attention. Clean up the mess I made and make her squeal like the little piggy she is."

 

Lisa, her eyes glazed and unfocused, nodded obediently and crawled over to Mandy. She buried her face in Mandy's ass, her tongue lapping at the sore, swollen hole as she eagerly cleaned up Harry's cum and the blood from Mandy's ravaged ass. Mandy whimpered and squirmed, her body responding in spite of herself to Lisa's ministrations, even as her mind recoiled in horror at the sight of her once-best friend servicing her so debauchedly.

 

As Lisa dutifully followed Harry's orders, Luna slid onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her tits against his chest. "Are you happy with my surprise?" Luna purred, her eyes gleaming with dark promise. "I thought you might enjoy having another willing plaything to add to your collection. She's so responsive, so eager to please, don't you think?"

 

Harry grinned, his eyes dark with sadistic glee as he watched Mandy squirm under the ministrations of her one-time best friend. "Oh, very happy indeed," he said, his voice low and filled with dark promise. "You always know exactly what I want, don't you, Luna? You're so good at giving me the most delicious toys to play with and break. I can always count on you to bring me the most delectable morsels to sate my appetite."

 

Luna smiled wickedly, her hands trailing down Harry's chest to tease his growing erection through his pants. "I live to serve, my lord," Luna said, her voice dripping with mock subservience even as her eyes gleamed with perverse delight. "And I'll keep bringing you the most delectable morsels to sate your appetite, as long as you keep fucking me and using me like the naughty little slut I am. I'll do anything to keep you satisfied and entertained, anything at all."

 

Harry handed Luna a vial of shimmering, virulent green liquid, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as she took it without question. Luna knew exactly what the potion was - a powerful fertility elixir, guaranteed to make her womb ripe and ready for his seed. She smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with perverse excitement as she uncorked the vial and chugged the contents without hesitation. She could already feel the heat of the potion spreading through her body, making her even more receptive to Harry's virile seed.

 

As Luna finished drinking the potion, Harry pulled her lovingly down onto his lap, his rock-hard cock poised at her entrance. Luna moaned in anticipation, her body trembling with need as she felt the heat of the potion coursing through her veins, making her pussy drip with arousal. Harry grinned, his eyes dark with lust as he slowly lowered her onto his dick, impaling her on his impressive length.

 

In the background, Harry noticed as Lisa moved from Mandy's ass to her pussy, her skilled tongue lapping at Mandy's sensitive folds. Mandy moaned and squealed, her body responding eagerly even as her mind recoiled in shame and horror at the depraved acts being inflicted upon her. Harry smirked, pleased at the sight of Mandy's debasement at the hands of her once-best friend.

 

As Harry fucked Luna, his thrusts growing harder and faster, he could feel his climax approaching. Luna met him thrust for thrust, her hips undulating as she ground her clit against his pubic bone, desperately seeking her own release. With a guttural groan, Harry climaxed, pouring his viral seed deep into Luna's hungry, fertile womb. Luna cried out in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around his cock as she milked him for every last drop of his potent cum, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves.

 

After a long, shuddering moment, Luna pulled herself off Harry's still-hard cock and leaned up against the wall, her legs trembling from the intensity of their coupling. She smiled at Harry, her eyes gleaming with dark promise as she gestured to the squirming, moaning form of Mandy.

"You have one last thing to take care of, my lord," Luna purred, her voice low and seductive. "Don't you think it's time you showed Mandy just how much you appreciate her... cooperation? I'm sure she'd love to feel your cock splitting her in half, just like old times. And I know you'd love to break her in completely, to make her your willing fuck toy just like Lisa. Wouldn't that be delightful?"

 

Harry grinned, his cock twitching at the thought of finally breaking Mandy completely, of making her his willing slave just like he had done with so many others. He stood up, his cock proud and erect as he stalked towards Mandy's prone form, ready to claim her once and for all.

 

As Harry stalked towards Mandy's prone form, he paused and turned to Lisa. "Lisa," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Go lick my cum from Luna's freshly bred pussy. Clean her up nice and good, like the obedient little cum slut you are."

 

Lisa eagerly obeyed, scurrying over to Luna and burying her face in Luna's cum-soaked pussy, her tongue lapping at the copious amounts of Harry's seed dripping from Luna's well-used hole. Luna moaned, her hands tangling in Lisa's hair as she ground her pussy against Lisa's face, riding out the lingering aftershocks of her intense climax. The sight of Lisa debasing herself so willingly, so eagerly, sent a fresh surge of lust through Harry's veins.

 

Harry took Lisa's place, standing over Mandy, the girl now twitching, her mind broken with pleasure. He knelt down next to her and gave her the choice: "Mandy, my dear," he purred, his voice deceptively gentle. "You have a choice to make. You can either accept an unbreakable vow of loyalty and obedience to me, like Lisa did, and become another one of my brood mares, but get to keep a sliver of your own free will. Or, you can be placed under the Imperius Curse and be nothing more than a brain-dead fuck sleeve, your mind and will completely obliterated, leaving you a mindless fuck toy for my pleasure. The choice is yours, but choose quickly. My patience is not infinite."

 

Mandy, her mind reeling from the overwhelming pleasure and debasement she had endured, slowly and reluctantly agreed to take the vow. "I'll... I'll take the vow," she whispered, her voice broken and defeated. "I'll be your broodmare, but please... please let me keep a piece of myself. I'll do whatever you want, just... just let me keep a shred of my own will..."

 

Harry smirked, victorious in his complete conquest of Mandy's body and soul. He turned to Luna, who was still having her pussy eaten out by Lisa, and instructed her to serve as the binder for Mandy and his unbreakable vow, just as she had done with Lisa.

 

Luna, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction, rose to her knees, her pussy momentarily abandoning Lisa's skilled tongue. She placed one hand on Mandy's head and the other on Harry's, her voice low and resonant as she intoned the words of the dark, binding magic. The air crackled with the power of the spell, the weight of the vow settling over Mandy like a suffocating blanket.

 

As the last words of the vow were spoken, Mandy shuddered, feeling the dark magic settling over her, locking her into eternal servitude to her new master. She sobbed quietly, mourning the loss of her freedom and autonomy, even as her treacherous body thrilled at the thought of being used and bred by Harry, just like Luna and Lisa. Mandy knew that her life would never be the same, that she was now nothing more than a willing slave to Harry's depraved desires, but a small, dark part of her couldn't help but revel in the debasement and degradation she would experience at his hands.

 

Seeing Mandy give in to the power of the unbreakable vow, Harry smiled, a sense of dark satisfaction washing over him. He reached into his robes and pulled out his last vial of fertility potion, handing it to Mandy as he issued his first command as her new master. "Drink this," he ordered, his voice low and firm. "Drink it all, like the good little breeder you are."

 

Mandy, her hands trembling, took the vial from Harry and uncorked it, obediently chugging the shimmering, virulent liquid. As the potion settled in her stomach, she could feel the heat of it spreading through her body, making her womb ripe and ready for Harry's seed. She whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation and dread as she realized what was about to happen to her.

 

With a dark chuckle, Harry pushed Mandy onto her back, spreading her legs wide as he settled between them. He lined up his rock-hard cock with her dripping entrance, pausing for a moment to savor the look of mingled dread and anticipation on her face. Then, with a powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, eliciting a choked moan from Mandy's lips.

 

Harry fucked Mandy hard and strong, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force as he rutted against her like a frenzied animal. He intended to make it clear to her that she was nothing more than meat for his pleasure, a vessel for his seed and nothing more. Mandy's moans quickly turned to screams as Harry's relentless pounding drove her to new heights of pleasure and pain, her body overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.

 

Thanks to the stamina potion he had taken earlier, Harry was able to go for well over an hour, never flagging or slowing in his frenetic pace. He fucked Mandy until she passed out from the sheer intensity of the experience, her body going limp and unresponsive beneath him. But still, he continued, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from her helpless form.

 

Finally, just as Mandy was starting to regain her senses, Harry felt his climax approaching. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep inside her, his cock spasming as he flooded her fertile womb with his potent seed. Mandy whimpered, her body shuddering as she felt Harry's cum filling her, branding her as his property and ensuring that she would mother his children. She sobbed quietly, the realization of her new reality crashing down on her like a ton of bricks.

In spite of the threat of Voldemort, the looming presence of Dumbledore, and the saccharine Umbridge, Harry couldn't help but think that things were going according to plan. He had a loyal harem of fertile broodmares, ready and willing to serve his every desire, and he was one step closer to achieving his ultimate goal. 

 

Chapter 4

Summary:

Some potions have some unexpected results...

Didn't Harry's mummy teach him not to mix potions?

Oh wait, nope, she was too busy being dead...

Notes:

I am not one for extensive notes.

I do not own Harry Potter.

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All the images are AI-generated.

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, idly picking at his breakfast as he surveyed the bustling room around him. It had been a week since he had added Lisa and Mandy to his stable of willing slaves, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction at how well things were going. With Luna, Lisa, and Mandy at his beck and call, Harry felt more powerful and in control than ever before.

 

As he chewed thoughtfully on a piece of toast, Harry's mind wandered to the strange behavior of Dumbledore over the past week. The old headmaster, usually so attentive and involved in Harry's life, had been keeping a noticeable distance from him this year. Harry couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the presence of Dolores Umbridge, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Ministry representative. Or perhaps it was because of the looming threat of Voldemort, and Dumbledore's desire to keep Harry out of harm's way.

 

Either way, Harry found it to be a secret blessing not having the old man hovering over his shoulder, watching his every move. It allowed him more freedom to pursue his own agendas and desires, without the constant scrutiny and interference of the powerful wizard.

 

As Harry pondered this, he couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation from his fellow students at the table. Many of them seemed excited about the upcoming Halloween feast, chattering animatedly about the decorations and treats that would be available. Harry smiled slightly, remembering his own excitement for the Halloween festivities in his earlier years at Hogwarts. Now, however, he had more important things on his mind.

 

As Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, his thoughts turned to the growing collection of women under his control. He took stock of each of them, considering their current status and the role they played in his plans.

 

First, there were Hermione and Ginny, both now sworn to him under their life debts. Ginny had experienced a similar binding as Hermione had, deep within the Chamber of Secrets. While Harry had fucked them both many times, he had never done so with the aid of a fertility potion, leaving open the possibility that they were not yet carrying his children. He knew that he would need to rectify that soon, ensuring that both girls were thoroughly bred and bound to him forever.

 

Next, there was Madam Pomfrey, still under the influence of Harry's Imperius Curse. She was certainly pregnant after that fateful night in the medical wing, where she had fucked him after taking the fertility potion. She had sworn to provide him with more potions soon, but for now, Harry was making do with just his normal fertility. He made a mental note to check in with her later and see if she had made any progress on that front, as the potions would be crucial for his plans moving forward.

 

Then there were Lisa and Mandy, both under unbreakable vows of loyalty, and both certainly pregnant with his children. They were his most recent acquisitions, and their unwavering devotion and willingness to serve him in any way he desired filled Harry with a sense of power and control. He smiled to himself as he thought of the many ways he had already used and abused their bodies, and the many more depravities he had planned for them in the future.

 

Finally, there was Luna, pure, sweet, perfect Luna. The only one to serve him with loyalty without the need for a vow or a curse. Her genuine affection and dedication to Harry were invaluable to him, and he knew that he could always count on her to be by his side. He made a mental note to show her some extra affection later, to ensure that she knew how much he valued and appreciated her service.

 

As Harry considered his growing harem, his eyes drifted down the table to where Lavender Brown sat with her friend Parvati Patil. He had not made any more moves on the curvy blonde since the failed attempt with the Imperius Curse, but now he found himself wondering if perhaps the time had come to try again. With his increased power and the loyalty of his other girls, Harry felt more confident than ever in his ability to bend Lavender to his will and add her to his stable of obedient slaves.

 

He began to formulate a plan in his mind, considering the best way to approach Lavender and bring her under his control. Perhaps he could use one of his other girls to lure her in, or maybe he could find a way to isolate her and use his magic to bend her mind to his will. Whatever the method, Harry knew that he would not rest until Lavender was his, mind, body, and soul.

 

As Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, lost in thought about his plans for expanding his harem and impregnating as many women as possible, a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him to be careful not to draw too much attention to himself. While he felt more powerful and confident than ever, he knew that he still had to tread cautiously, lest he attract the wrong kind of notice from those in authority.

 

Almost as if on cue, Harry's gaze drifted up to the head table, where his eyes landed on the bane of his existence: Dolores Umbridge. The toad-like woman was seated among the other professors, her sickly sweet smile plastered across her face as she engaged in conversation with those around her. Every so often, her beady eyes would sweep across the Great Hall, seeming to take in every detail and movement of the students below.

 

Harry felt a shiver of disgust run down his spine as he watched Umbridge, remembering the many ways she had tried to trip him up and punish him over the past few weeks. From her biased and unfair questioning during class, to her constant attempts to catch him out in the hallways and common rooms, it seemed that Umbridge had made it her personal mission to make Harry's life as difficult as possible.

 

So far, Harry had managed to avoid her attempts to get him in detention, using his quick wit and the loyalty of his harem to stay one step ahead of her machinations. But he knew that it was only a matter of time before she found some excuse to punish him, and he would have to be prepared for that eventuality.

 

As he watched Umbridge titter and simper at the head table, Harry's mind raced with possibilities for how to deal with her. Perhaps he could find a way to discredit her in front of the other professors, or maybe he could use his magic to influence her mind and make her more pliable to his will. Whatever the method, Harry knew that he would need to be careful and clever in his dealings with Umbridge, lest he find himself at the mercy of her twisted sense of justice.

 

As Harry sat lost in thought, wondering how to deal with the looming threat of Dolores Umbridge, a sudden movement caught his eye. A black owl swooped down from the high ceiling of the Great Hall, landing gracefully in front of him on the table. In its beak, it clutched a small, black card, which it dropped onto the table before taking off again with a flap of its wings.

 

Harry stared at the card, his brow furrowed in confusion and suspicion. He glanced around the room, but no one else seemed to have noticed the unusual delivery. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and picked up the card, unfolding the plain black parchment to reveal the message within.

 

"Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Mandy, Lisa... Not a bad start." Harry's eyes widened as he read the names of his girls, his heart growing cold at the realization that someone else knew about his activities. His eyes flicked to the bottom of the card, where a single word was scrawled in an elegant, feminine script: "Yours, Mistress."

 

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he crumpled the card in his fist, shoving it deep into his pocket. Somehow, the elusive Mistress had become aware of what he was doing, and knew about the girls he had collected... or at least, some of them. Madam Pomfrey's name had not been on the list, nor had Lavender's. So at least the Mistress was not all-knowing.

 

But the fact remained that someone out there knew about his activities, and was watching him closely. Harry's mind raced with the implications of this revelation, wondering who the Mistress could be and what she wanted from him. Was she a friend or a foe? An ally or an adversary? And how would this new development affect his plans for the future?

 

As he pondered these questions, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and vulnerability. He had always been so careful, so strategic in his actions and dealings with his girls. But now, it seemed that someone had been watching him all along, unbeknownst to him. It was a deeply unsettling thought, and one that made him question everything he thought he knew.

 

Harry knew that he would need to be even more cautious and clever moving forward. The game had just become more complicated, and he would need to stay one step ahead of not just Umbridge, but this mysterious Mistress as well. He would need to keep a closer eye on his girls, and be more vigilant about covering his tracks and hiding his activities from prying eyes.

 

As he sat there, lost in thought and uncertainty, Harry felt a sudden sense of urgency and determination wash over him. He would not let this new development derail his plans or weaken his resolve. He would find a way to deal with the Mistress, just as he would find a way to deal with Umbridge and anyone else who stood in his way. He was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and he would not be cowed or intimidated by anyone, no matter how mysterious or powerful they might be.

 

Harry jumped up from the table, his mind reeling with the revelation of the Mistress and the need for more information. He stormed out of the Great Hall, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty corridor as he made his way towards the library, determined to uncover any clues or leads that might help him understand who the Mistress was and what she wanted from him.

 

As he walked, his thoughts raced with the possibilities, his brow furrowed in concentration. Could the Mistress be someone he knew, someone close to him? Or was she a stranger, someone from the shadows who had been watching him from afar? And what did she want from him? Was she an ally or an enemy? A friend or a foe?

 

The questions swirled in his mind like a maelstrom, threatening to overwhelm him with their sheer number and complexity. But he forced himself to focus, to push aside the doubts and uncertainties and concentrate on the task at hand. He needed information, and he would not rest until he had it.

 

Suddenly, as he rounded a corner, Draco Malfoy and his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, leapt out at him, their faces twisted into sneers of malice and contempt. "Potter!" Draco spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you're so clever with your ego and your lies!"

 

Harry tried to ignore them, brushing past the trio without a word. But when Draco went for his wand, Harry's instincts kicked in, and he flashed into action. In just a split second, he had disarmed and stunned all three of the Slytherins, their bodies crumpling to the ground like marionettes with their strings cut.

 

He stared down at his wand hand in awe, marveling at the speed and accuracy with which he had cast the spells. He had never been this fast or powerful before... could this be the first sign of his growing abilities? The thought both excited and terrified him, as he considered the implications of such power and what it might mean for his future.

 

But before he could dwell on the matter further, a fAmeliar, sickly sweet voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hehem... Harry Potter."

 

Harry turned to see Dolores Umbridge standing behind him, her toad-like face twisted into a saccharine smile that didn't quite reach her beady eyes. "Fighting in the hallways?" she said, tutting softly under her breath. "Detention with me tonight, I think."

 

Harry realized too late that this had probably been a setup, a trap designed to catch him off guard and give Umbridge an excuse to punish him. He cursed himself inwardly for his lack of caution, but knew that there was nothing he could do about it now. He simply nodded his understanding to the pink toad, his jaw clenched tight with anger and frustration.

 

As he made his way to the library, his mind spun with the events of the past hour, and the challenges that lay ahead. He had a feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated, and he would need to be at the top of his game if he wanted to stay one step ahead of his enemies and protect the girls who were counting on him.

 

He pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the library, breathing in the musty scent of old books and parchment. He knew that the answers he sought were somewhere within these walls, hidden among the stacks and shelves like buried treasure waiting to be unearthed. And he would not rest until he had found them, no matter how long it took or what obstacles stood in his way.

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry stopped in to see Madam Pomfrey, hoping that she might have some insight into Umbridge's detentions and what he could expect from the toad-like woman. But to his disappointment, the matron shook her head, her face grave. "I'm afraid I don't know much about Professor Umbridge's methods," she said, her voice low and apologetic. "She keeps her detentions private and doesn't share much with the other staff members."

 

Harry nodded, trying to hide his frustration and disappointment. "Thanks anyway," he said, turning to leave. But as he reached for the door handle, Pomfrey's voice stopped him in his tracks.

 

"You know," she said slowly, her tone thoughtful. "It would be quite the scandal for a professor and Ministry representative to be discovered pregnant with the child of a student."

 

Harry turned back to face her, his eyes widening in surprise. "I like the idea," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But not the idea of fucking an ugly bitch like Umbridge."

 

Pomfrey surprised him again by chuckling softly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "She was actually not unattractive when we were students together," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "In fact, she was quite the beauty, back in the day."

 

Harry stared at her, his mind racing with the possibilities. "Really?" he said, his voice doubtful. "I can't quite picture it..."

 

Pomfrey nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh yes," she said, her voice warm with memory. "She was quite the catch, before she let power and ambition twist her into the toad she is today."

 

Harry shook his head, marveling at the revelation. "Well, maybe I can use that to my advantage," he said, his mind already whirring with plans and possibilities.

 

Pomfrey smiled and reached into her desk drawer, pulling out a small vial of shimmering, silvery potion. "This might help," she said, handing it to Harry with a wink. "It's a youth potion, designed to make the drinker appear younger and more attractive. It might make Umbridge a bit more... palatable."

 

Harry took the potion, turning it over in his hands and examining it closely. "Thanks," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "This could definitely come in handy."

 

Pomfrey nodded and then reached into her drawer again, this time pulling out a small, stoppered vial filled with a viscous, green liquid. "And here's the next batch of fertility potions," she said, handing it to Harry with a knowing look. "Four doses, as promised. If you do knock her up, one of these will make sure it sticks when she returns to her… normal self."

 

Harry took the vial, slipping it into his bottomless pouch with a nod of thanks. "You're the best, Pomfrey," he said, his voice warm with gratitude.

 

The matron smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just be careful," she warned, her voice low and serious. "Umbridge is a formidable opponent, and not to be underestimated. She'll be watching you closely, and you can't afford to slip up."

 

Harry nodded, his jaw set with determination. "I know," he said, his voice grim. "But I'm ready for her. Whatever she throws at me, I'll be ready."

 

With that, he turned and left the office, his mind whirling with plans and possibilities. He had the tools he needed and the determination to see it through. Umbridge had no idea what was coming for her, and Harry couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realized she'd been beaten at her own game.

 

*   *   *   *   *

Harry walked briskly through the corridors, his mind still buzzing with the revelations from his conversation with Madam Pomfrey. As he turned a corner, lost in thought, he was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice.

 

"In trouble, Potter?" the voice said, a hint of amusement coloring its tone.

Harry looked up, startled, to see Daphne Greengrass standing there, examining him with a curious gaze. He was still not fully convinced that Daphne was not the mysterious Mistress, and he eyed her warily as he responded.

 

"What could you possibly mean, Greengrass?" he said, his voice carefully neutral.

 

She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes. "News of your detention has spread throughout the school," she said, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Everyone's talking about it."

 

Harry shrugged, trying to downplay the situation. "It's not a big deal," he said, his voice nonchalant. "Just a little misunderstanding."

 

Daphne raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of his explanation. "Right," she said, drawing out the word. "Because you're known for your little misunderstandings with authority figures."

 

Harry sighed, realizing that he wasn't going to be able to brush this off easily. "Anyway," he said, changing the subject. "How are you doing, Daphne?"

 

The question seemed to catch her off guard, and she stiffened slightly, her eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

 

Harry smirked, enjoying the opportunity to put her on the defensive for once. "I hear things," he said, his voice deliberately vague. "And I just wanted to check in, see how you were holding up."

 

Before Daphne could respond, another girl walked up, drawing her attention away from Harry. The new girl was thin but not unattractive, with sharp features and straight black hair.

 

"Daphne, we need to go," the girl said, her voice urgent. She spared only a glance at Harry, nodding slightly in his direction before turning back to Daphne.

 

"Okay, Tracey," Daphne said, her voice resigned. She turned back to Harry, an enigmatic smile playing at the corners of her lips. "We will talk again soon," she said, her voice low and promising.

 

And with that, the two girls walked off, leaving Harry standing alone in the corridor, his mind spinning with questions and possibilities. He watched them go, his eyes narrowed in thought, wondering what Daphne's game was and how she fit into the tangled web of secrets and lies that seemed to be weaving itself around him.

 

With a shake of his head, he pushed the thoughts aside and continued on his way, determined not to let the distractions of the day derail him from his ultimate goal. He had a plan, and he would see it through, no matter what obstacles or challenges lay in his path.

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry arrived at Umbridge's office, his jaw clenched tight with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He had no idea what the toad-like woman had in store for him, but he knew that it wouldn't be pleasant. Still, he had decided not to jump to violence right away, and instead see what she had in mind before making his move.

 

He knocked on the door, and after a moment, Umbridge's sickly sweet voice called out for him to enter. Harry pushed open the door and stepped inside, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the office.

 

Umbridge sat behind her desk, a vicious-looking quill clutched in her hand and a smug smile plastered across her face. She gestured for Harry to sit down, and as he did, she explained the task ahead of him.

 

"You will be writing lines, Mr. Potter," she said, her voice dripping with a false sweetness that made Harry's skin crawl. "I want you to write 'I shall respect my betters' one hundred times."

 

Harry gritted his teeth, biting back the angry retort that rose to his lips. He knew that Umbridge was just trying to assert her dominance, to put him in his place and remind him of his position. But he refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing him react.

 

So he simply nodded, and picked up the quill she offered him, bending over the parchment she had laid out on the desk. He began to write, his hand moving steadily across the page as he focused on the task at hand.

 

But as he wrote, he noticed something strange. The cuts on the back of his hand, the ones he had received during his earlier scuffle with Draco and his cronies, were starting to sting and burn. He glanced down at them, and saw that they were glowing a faint red, as if they had been freshly opened.

 

He looked up at Umbridge, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What is this?" he demanded, holding up his hand for her to see.

 

Umbridge smiled, a cruel, twisted thing that sent shivers down Harry's spine. "That, my dear Mr. Potter, is a little something I like to call the Blood Quill," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Every time you write with it, it will carve the words into your skin, a permanent reminder of your transgressions."

 

Harry stared at her in disbelief, his mind reeling with the horror of what she had done. "You sick, twisted bitch," he spat, his voice shaking with rage. "You can't do this to me!"

 

Umbridge just laughed, a high, tinkling sound that grated on Harry's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, but I can," she said, her voice smug and self-satisfied. "I am the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, and you, Mr. Potter, are nothing more than a disobedient little boy who needs to be taught his place."

 

That was the last straw. Harry's vision went red, and before he even realized what he was doing, he had raised his wand and stunned Umbridge, sending her crumpling to the floor in an unconscious heap.

 

He stood there for a moment, panting heavily, his wand still raised as if to ward off any further threats. But as the red haze cleared from his vision, he realized what he had done.

 

He had just attacked a professor, a Ministry representative, in her own office. But he felt no remorse, no guilt for his actions. In fact, he felt justified, as if he had done what needed to be done to protect himself and his girls.

 

With a sigh, he lowered his wand and knelt down beside Umbridge's prone form. He reached into his bottomless pouch and pulled out a small vial of the youth potion that Pomfrey had given him earlier.

 

He uncorked the vial and carefully poured a few drops of the shimmering, silvery liquid onto Umbridge's lips. For a moment, nothing happened, and Harry felt a flicker of panic in his chest. But then, slowly, the wrinkles and lines on Umbridge's face began to smooth out, her skin taking on a youthful, glowing sheen.

 

Harry watched, fascinated, as the years seemed to melt away from Umbridge's face, leaving her looking like a younger, more attractive version of herself. When the transformation was complete, Harry couldn't help but stare, marveling at the change.

Harry stood over the unconscious form of the newly-youthful Dolores Umbridge, his eyes roving over her curves with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. She wasn't a knockout like Daphne Greengrass, but her large tits and ample hips were certainly not the worst in the world.

 

He knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to take advantage of the situation. So he quickly locked the door and cast a series of silencing spells, ensuring that no one would be able to walk in on him or hear what was about to happen.

 

Once he was satisfied that they were secure, he scooped up Umbridge's wand from where it had fallen on the floor and carefully poured one of his fertility potions down her throat, making sure that she swallowed every last drop.

 

Then, taking a deep breath, he woke her up, bracing himself for her reaction. To his surprise, she seemed to have mentally regressed along with her physical appearance, and she practically squealed with delight when she saw him.

 

"Oh my gosh, Harry Potter!" she exclaimed, her voice high and girlish. "I can't believe I'm actually meeting you in person!"

 

Harry raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction. "Well, believe it," he said, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Because here I am, in the flesh."

 

Umbridge giggled, her hands fluttering up to toy with the buttons of her pink cardigan. "I've always wanted to meet you," she said, her voice lowering to a sultry purr. "You're even more handsome in person than you are in the papers."

 

Harry's smirk widened, and he took a step closer to her, his eyes darkening with intent. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.

 

In response, Umbridge slipped off her cardigan, revealing the tight, low-cut blouse she wore underneath. She pressed herself against Harry, her large tits brushing against his chest as she looked up at him with a coy smile. "What do you think?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

 

Clearly, the part of her that sucked up to power had always been part of her psyche, and Harry was more than happy to take advantage of it. He reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

 

She responded with enthusiasm, her hands roaming over his body as she practically tore his pants off. Harry groaned as she took his hard cock in her hands, rubbing it against her tits with a wicked grin.

 

Impressed with her initiative, he pushed her onto her back, looked down at Umbridge's ample tits, and he couldn't resist the urge to take advantage of the situation. He grabbed her breasts, pushing them together to create a tight tunnel for his cock.

 

Umbridge moaned in anticipation, her eyes darkening with lust as she watched him position himself between her breasts. Harry smirked, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking slightly as if seeking more contact.

 

He thrust his hips forward, his hard cock sliding between her tits, and Umbridge gasped, her hands coming up to grip his hips and pull him closer. Harry groaned at the tight, warm pressure of her breasts around his shaft, and he began to move in earnest, his hips pumping as he fucked her tits with abandon.

 

Umbridge moved with him, her body undulating in a sensual rhythm as she ground her tits against his cock. She moaned and panted, her nails digging into his hips as she urged him on, begging him for more.

 

Harry was all too happy to oblige, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he lost himself in the sensations. The sight of his cock sliding between Umbridge's ample breasts was almost enough to send him over the edge, and he could feel his balls tightening with the need for release.

 

But he held back, determined to make the moment last. He wanted to savor every second of this unexpected tryst, to milk every drop of pleasure from Umbridge's willing body.

 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blissful titty fucking, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep into Umbridge's cleavage one last time, his cock spurting thick, creamy ropes of cum all over her sweaty tits.

 

Umbridge shuddered and cried out, her back arching as her own orgasm crashed over her. She clung to Harry, her body trembling with the force of her release, until finally, she collapsed back onto the floor, spent and sated.

 

Harry pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion as he looked down at the mess he had made of Umbridge's chest. A sense of satisfaction and triumph washed over him, and he couldn't help but smirk as he took in the sight of her cum-covered tits.

 

Before Umbridge could even think to object, Harry grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, exposing her wet, glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Without hesitation, he lined up his cock and shoved it deep inside her, bottoming out in one hard thrust.

 

Umbridge cried out, her body shuddering with the force of Harry's entry. But she made no move to stop him, her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts as she moaned and panted like the whore she was.

 

Harry set a brutal pace, slamming his hips against Umbridge's ample ass as he bred her like the cumdump she was always meant to be. She had always craved the power and influence that came with being a slut for the wealthy and powerful, and now she was finally getting her wish.

 

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as Harry rutted into Umbridge, his grunts and groans mingling with her wanton moans and cries. He reached down and grabbed her swinging tits, using them as handles to pull her back onto his cock with every thrust.

 

Umbridge threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as Harry ravaged her pussy. Her walls were tight and hot around his shaft, clenching him like a vice as he pounded into her with wild abandon.

 

Harry could feel his climax approaching, his balls drawing up tight as he lost himself in the sensations. But he refused to let himself come, determined to drag out the moment for as long as possible.

 

He leaned down and bit Umbridge's shoulder, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh with a growl. She keened high in her throat, her pussy fluttering around his cock as she came hard on his length.

 

But Harry didn't stop, didn't even slow down. He just kept fucking her, his hips like a piston as he bred her hole with single-minded intensity.

 

Umbridge was reduced to a babbling, mewling mess beneath him, her body shuddering and convulsing with the force of her multiple orgasms. But Harry just grinned, a dark, predatory thing that held no mercy or compassion.

 

He was going to fuck her until she was nothing more than a sloppy, used up mess, a cumdump for his pleasure and his alone. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of hard, brutal fucking, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural roar, he came, his cock spurting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside Umbridge's spasming pussy.

 

She screamed as her own orgasm crashed over her, her walls clenching around him as if trying to milk every last drop of seed from his balls. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, locked together in a twisted parody of intimacy as they rode out the waves of their shared release.

 

When it was over, Harry pulled out with a lewd squelch, his cum leaking out of Umbridge's well-used hole and dribbling down her thighs. He smirked as he looked down at her, watching as she collapsed onto the floor in a boneless heap, her chest heaving with exertion.

He knew that he had just knocked her up, that his potent brew of cum and fertility potion was even now taking root in her fertile womb. But he felt no regret, no guilt for his actions. In fact, he felt a sense of satisfaction and triumph, a dark thrill at the knowledge that he had just bred a Ministry representative like a common whore.

 

He had taken what he wanted, and he had enjoyed every second of it. And as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants and left the room without a backward glance, he knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat if given the chance.

 

This was who he was now, a powerful, dominant alpha who took what he wanted and fucked who he pleased. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

 

Harry waited patiently for Umbridge to recover from the thorough fucking he had just given her. He watched with a smirk as she slowly sat up, her limbs trembling with exertion as she reached for her discarded cardigan to cover herself.

 

Once she was up and "barely" covered by the pink fabric, Harry leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "So," he said conversationally, "why don't you tell me about Fudge and the Ministry's plans?"

 

Umbridge blinked at him, her eyes still hazy with lust and pleasure. But to her credit, she recovered quickly, a sly smile spreading across her face as she leaned forward, giving him an ample view of her cleavage.

 

"Well," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "I suppose I could tell you a few things, seeing as we're such good friends now."

 

Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at her blatant attempt at seduction. "Cut the act, Umbridge," he said bluntly. "You're not fooling anyone."

 

She pouted for a moment, but then shrugged and leaned back, crossing her legs primly. "Fine," she huffed, a hint of irritation creeping into her tone. "What do you want to know?"

 

Harry smirked, enjoying the way she capitulated so easily. "Everything," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

 

And so, with a sigh, Umbridge began to spill her guts, telling him all about Fudge's plans for the Ministry and Hogwarts. She told him about the corrupt officials and the backroom deals, the bribes and the blackmail that kept the whole machine running.

 

Harry listened intently, his mind racing as he absorbed every word. He knew that this information would be invaluable in his quest to take down the Ministry and reshape the wizarding world in his image.

 

When Umbridge was finished, she looked up at him with a pleading expression, her eyes wide and innocent. "You won't dump me when I become an adult again, will you?" she asked, her voice small and vulnerable.

 

Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised by her request. He had assumed that she would want to forget all about this little tryst, to pretend that it had never happened.

 

But as he looked at her, young and nubile and desperate to please, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to make the youngifying potion permanent. It would be a useful tool to have in his arsenal, a way to keep his enemies off balance and his allies in line.

 

For now, though, he would have to settle for a temporary solution. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Umbridge, his expression hardening with resolve.

 

"Don't worry," he said, his voice cold and dismissive. "You won't remember any of this in the morning."

 

And with that, he cast a powerful obliviation spell, wiping her memories of the past few hours and replacing them with a dull, boring detention. When he was finished, he stunned her with a flick of his wand, her body crumpling to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

 

He took one last look at her prone form, her body still barely covered by her cardigan, and then turned and slipped away, his mind already racing with plans and schemes.

 

By morning, Umbridge would be an adult again, with no recollection of what had transpired between them. But Harry knew that he would never forget the sight of her young, nubile body, or the way she had begged him to keep her forever.

 

It was a memory that he would cherish always, a reminder of his power and his dominance. And as he slipped away into the night, he knew that he would do whatever it took.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

That night, as Harry slept, he was plagued by unsettling dreams. In his slumber, he felt a peculiar burning sensation coursing through his veins, as if his blood had been set ablaze. He tossed and turned, his sheets entangling around his limbs as he tried to escape the disconcerting feeling.

 

When he finally awoke, he found himself drenched in a thin layer of sweat, his heart pounding with unspent energy. He clambered out of bed and made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast, his mind still hazy with the remnants of his fitful sleep.

 

However, as soon as he stepped into the hall, he was struck by a wave of noise. The students were talking and whispering in hushed, excited tones, their eyes wide as they stared at the head table.

 

Curious, Harry followed their gaze and was stunned to see Professor Umbridge seated beside Dumbledore, her face contorted in anger as she practically screamed at the elderly wizard. Yet, that wasn't the only astonishing change in her appearance.

 

Somehow, overnight, Umbridge had become significantly more attractive than before. Her hair appeared thicker and shinier, her skin was clear and radiant, and her body seemed curvier and more toned.

 

But the most shocking transformation of all was the fact that she was now massively pregnant, her belly swollen and round beneath her robes.

Harry stood there for a moment, his mouth agape in disbelief as he tried to comprehend what he was witnessing. And then, with a sudden realization, he spun on his heel and hurried out of the Great Hall, making a beeline for the medical wing.

 

As he ran, his mind raced with possibilities. It sounded like Madame Pomfrey had neglected to mention one of the side effects of combining the de-aging and fertility potions. And now, it appeared that Harry was going to be a father much sooner than he had expected.

Harry burst into the medical wing, his eyes wide with panic as he searched for Madame Pomfrey. The moment he spotted her, he rushed over, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess.

 

"Madame Pomfrey, something's happened!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with fear and confusion. "Umbridge...she's…pregnant!"

“Well,” She said, not even looking up from her work, “Correct me if I am wrong, but that was part of your plan, right?”

“No,” Harry stammered. “She is very… very pregnant.” 

 

Madame Pomfrey's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her eyes widening as she processed Harry's words. "What? How far along is she?"

 

Harry ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing as he tried to explain. "I don't know! I just saw her in the Great Hall, and she's...she's massively pregnant. And she looks different, too. Like, she's more attractive than before."

 

Madame Pomfrey's expression turned thoughtful as she considered the possibilities. "I see," she said slowly. "It seems that the two potions she took must have interacted in an unexpected way. I had no idea it would accelerate her pregnancy this much."

 

She placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, her eyes meeting his with a reassuring gaze. "Don't worry, Harry. We'll figure this out. I'll go check on Professor Umbridge and make sure she's alright."

 

Harry nodded, his shoulders slumping in relief as he let out a shaky breath. "Thank you, Madame Pomfrey. I don't know what I would do without you."

 

She gave him a gentle smile before turning and heading towards the Great Hall, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she went to attend to Hogwarts' newest and most recently pregnant professor.

Chapter 5

The rumors about Umbridge's pregnancy spread like wildfire throughout Hogwarts, reaching every corner of the castle within a matter of days. Harry found himself at the center of attention, with students and teachers alike pestering him for details about what had happened during his detention with Umbridge.

 

He noticed Daphne Greengrass giving him strange looks once or twice, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as if she were trying to piece together the puzzle. Harry did his best to avoid her gaze, not wanting to give anything away.

 

Even Dumbledore had pulled him aside for a quick word, his blue eyes twinkling with curiosity as he asked Harry about the events of that fateful detention. Harry stuck to his story of a boring, uneventful punishment, a tale that was fortunately supported by Umbridge's own altered memories.

 

As the days passed, Madame Pomfrey secretly informed Harry that he would be the father of a healthy young girl within a week. She stressed the importance of the decision he would have to make regarding Umbridge and the future of their unconventional family.

 

Harry nodded, his mind reeling with the weight of the responsibility that had been thrust upon him. He knew that he would have to confront Umbridge soon and decide what he was going to do, but the thought filled him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

 

Despite the unusual circumstances, Harry couldn't help but feel a spark of joy at the idea of becoming a father. The prospect of having a little girl to love and care for filled him with a sense of purpose he had never experienced before.

 

He knew that the path ahead would be challenging, especially given the complicated relationship he had with Umbridge, but he was determined to face it head-on. Harry was ready to embrace this new chapter in his life and do whatever it took to ensure that his daughter had the best possible future.

 

For now, he kept his excitement hidden, maintaining the façade of a boring detention while secretly planning for the life-changing moment that awaited him in just a few short days.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Hermione approached Harry with a proud smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she announced, "Harry, I've done it! I've learned and mastered the Fidelius Charm, just as you requested."

 

Harry's face lit up, a grin spreading across his features as he took in the news. "Hermione, that's brilliant! I knew you could do it."

 

She smiled back at him, her chest puffing out slightly with pride. "Not only that, but I've also found a room that I think would be perfect for your purposes. Would you like to see it?"

 

Intrigued, Harry nodded eagerly. "Lead the way, Hermione."

 

She guided him through the castle's winding corridors, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls as they navigated the maze-like passages. Finally, they came to a stop before a seemingly ordinary stretch of wall, indistinguishable from the rest of the castle's architecture.

 

Hermione turned to him, her voice low and conspiratorial. "This, Harry, is the Room of Requirement. It's a room that can become anything you need it to be, whenever you need it. All you have to do is walk past this wall three times, concentrating hard on what you need, and the door will appear."

 

Harry's eyes widened in amazement. "That's incredible, Hermione! It's perfect!"

 

He looked at her, a silent request in his gaze. Understanding, Hermione raised her wand and cast the Fidelius Charm, her voice steady and clear as she wove the complex spell around the room, ensuring that Harry would be the room's Secret Keeper. Once the spell was in place, Harry leaned in close and whispered the secret to her, allowing Hermione to see the room for herself.

 

Together, they stepped inside, marveling at the endless possibilities that the Room of Requirement had to offer. The space was vast and ever-changing, adapting to their every whim and desire, limited only by their imaginations.

 

Overwhelmed with gratitude for Hermione's hard work and dedication, Harry decided it was time to reward her for her efforts. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial filled with a shimmering, silvery liquid – a fertility potion he had acquired specifically for this purpose.

 

Handing it to Hermione, he said, "Drink this. It's a fertility potion."

 

Hermione took the vial, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she examined its contents. She glanced back at Harry, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, but upon seeing the determination in his gaze, she obediently uncorked the vial and drank its contents, shivering slightly as the liquid coursed through her body.

 

Harry then turned to the Room of Requirement and made a simple request: "I need a table."

 

Instantly, a sturdy wooden table materialized in the center of the room, its surface smooth and inviting. Harry approached Hermione from behind, gently guiding her until she was bent over the table, her skirt hitched up around her waist.

 

As Harry positioned himself at Hermione's entrance, he could barely contain his excitement and happiness at the thought of breeding his first best friend. He had always felt a deep connection to Hermione, and now, he would be able to strengthen that bond in the most intimate way possible by creating a child together.

 

With a deep, exultant thrust, Harry buried himself deep inside her, reveling in the exquisite sensation of her tight warmth enveloping him. Hermione tensed, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as she let out a small, reluctant gasp, struggling to come to terms with the reality of their situation.

 

Harry set a passionate, almost frenzied pace, his hips slamming against hers as he reveled in the incredible feeling of claiming Hermione's body as his own. Tears streamed silently down her face, a testament to the conflicting emotions warring within her heart – a mix of love, loyalty, and a profound sense of loss as she submitted to Harry's desires.

 

Despite Hermione's reluctance, Harry found himself lost in the thrill of the moment, his every sense heightened by the knowledge that he was creating a living, breathing testament to their friendship and love. Every gasp, every moan, every shuddering breath that escaped Hermione's lips only served to fuel his desire, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

 

Hermione, for her part, endured the experience with a quiet, heart-wrenching stoicism, allowing Harry to use her body for his pleasure even as her mind rebelled against the very idea. Her soft, hiccuping sobs were a poignant reminder of the price she was paying for her unbreakable vow, a cost that she had never expected to bear.

 

Finally, with a triumphant groan, Harry spilled his seed deep inside her, ensuring that Hermione would carry the product of their fateful union, whether she wanted to or not. As he withdrew from her trembling body, he felt a wave of gratitude and affection wash over him, his heart full to bursting with the knowledge that he had forged an unbreakable connection with the woman he cherished so deeply.

 

Hermione, her face streaked with tears and her heart heavy with the weight of her new reality, silently composed herself, steeling her resolve for the challenges that lay ahead. She knew that she would have to carry this secret with her, bruised but not broken, forever changed by the power of an unbreakable vow.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry sent word to all his girls, instructing them to gather on the seventh floor across from the tapestry of the dancing trolls. One by one, they arrived – Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Mandy, and Lisa – each of them curious about the purpose of this unexpected meeting.

 

Harry revealed the secret of the Room of Requirement to them, allowing each of the girls to see the hidden entrance. He then guided them inside, a sense of excitement and anticipation building in his chest as he contemplated the next phase of his plan.

 

Once inside, Harry shared the news that Pomfrey was also his, and would have been present, but she was currently occupied with caring for the pregnant Umbridge. The girls exchanged glances, some surprised, others merely accepting of this new information.

 

With a wave of his hand, Harry summoned a collection of plush couches, inviting the girls to make themselves comfortable. He then beckoned Lisa over, guiding her to her knees in front of him. Without hesitation, he pulled out his dick and began using her face to pleasure himself, reveling in the sensation of her warm, willing mouth.

 

As Lisa worked, Harry turned his attention to the other girls, his voice low and intense as he sought their advice on expanding his stable. "I need your help," he said, his eyes boring into theirs. "I want to bring more girls under my control. Any ideas?"

 

Hermione spoke up first, her voice hesitant but determined. "Maybe we could host a secret party or gathering, invite a select group of girls, and then... well, you know." Her cheeks flushed slightly, a mix of shame and resignation coloring her features.

 

Ginny nodded, her eyes downcast. "I could talk to some of my friends on the Quidditch team," she offered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe suggest a private celebration after our next big win."

 

Mandy, her voice trembling slightly, suggested luring girls to remote areas of the castle under the guise of secret study sessions or club meetings. "We could use our knowledge of the castle to our advantage," she said, "and make sure there are no witnesses."

 

Harry nodded, considering each of their suggestions in turn. "Good ideas," he said, his voice filled with dark approval. "Keep thinking along those lines."

 

Luna, ever the free spirit, offered a different perspective. "Why not try for more teachers?" she suggested, her dreamy voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "After all, Professor Umbridge seems to have worked out rather well for you."

 

The other girls exchanged surprised glances, murmuring amongst themselves as they processed this new information. Harry's reach extended further than any of them had realized.

 

Harry considered Luna's suggestion, a slow smile spreading across his face as he weighed the potential benefits against the risks. "It's a bold move," he mused, "but it could definitely work in our favor. Imagine the power we could wield with more teachers under my control."

 

As Lisa continued to pleasure him, Harry's mind raced with possibilities, his heart swelling with pride and ambition as he contemplated the ever-expanding web of control he was weaving around himself.

 

Harry, satisfied with the plans laid out before him, dismissed the other girls with a wave of his hand. "I want you all to compile lists of girls you think you can influence," he instructed, his voice firm and commanding. "Find ways to bring them to me, one way or another."

 

He paused, a note of warning creeping into his tone. "Remember, we can only manage one or two at a time, thanks to the limits of the Imperius Curse. Keep that in mind as you make your plans."

 

The girls nodded, their faces a mix of resignation and grim determination. They knew the stakes, and they knew the price of failure. Without another word, they turned and exited the room, leaving Harry alone with Lisa.

 

Harry, his eyes dark with lust, continued to use Lisa's mouth, thrusting deeper and harder as he chased his release. "This is the life," he thought to himself, a sense of smug satisfaction washing over him even as he pumped his seed down her throat.

 

Flipping her around, Harry positioned Lisa on his lap, impaling her on his still-hard dick. He couldn't help but reflect on how perfect his life would be if not for the looming threats of Voldemort and the mysterious Mistress. "Women to fuck, money to spend, and the impending birth of my first child," he mused, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.

 

Lost in the sensations of Lisa's tight warmth, Harry soon found himself cumming again, his seed flooding her pussy as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. With a satisfied grin, he patted her on the head, almost affectionately, before allowing her to collapse onto the couch beside him, her body limp and spent from their activities.

 

As he gazed upon Lisa's naked, sweat-slicked form, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and possessiveness. There was nothing more beautiful, he thought to himself, than a freshly fucked woman, marked and claimed by her master.

 

With a contented sigh, Harry settled back onto the couch, his thoughts turning once more to the plans laid out before him. The future was his for the taking, and with his growing stable of women at his beck and call, there was nothing he couldn't achieve.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

The following day, as Harry made his way through the castle, he found himself cornered by a determined-looking Daphne. She stood before him, arms crossed, her expression a mixture of suspicion and challenge.

 

"I've let a few trusted friends know that I'm meeting with you," she informed him, her voice icy and sharp. "So don't try any funny business."

 

Harry raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Wouldn't dream of it," he drawled, his tone dripping with false innocence.

 

Daphne narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced by his display. "I want you to tell me what really happened between you and Umbridge," she demanded, her gaze boring into his.

 

Harry shrugged, sticking to his well-rehearsed story. "Like I said before, it was just a boring detention. Nothing more, nothing less."

 

Daphne sighed in frustration, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Fine," she snapped. "Then explain what you meant the last time we talked. About 'hearing things and asking if I was okay.'"

 

Harry hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. "I heard rumors," he said finally, his voice low and carefully neutral. "About you and the boys from the Quidditch team."

 

Daphne's brow furrowed, her expression morphing from suspicion to genuine confusion. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, her voice laced with uncertainty.

 

Harry nodded, his thoughts turning to the possibility of her memories being erased. It also confirmed his suspicions that she couldn't be the mysterious Mistress he'd been searching for.

 

Daphne straightened, her mask of determination sliding back into place. "I have my eyes on you, Potter," she warned, her voice low and threatening. "Don't think you can fool me."

 

And with that, she turned on her heel and stalked away, leaving Harry to contemplate his next move. He considered taking her right then and there – stunning her, fucking her, and placing her under the Imperius Curse – but the knowledge that she had warned her friends gave him pause. It was too great a risk, he decided, clenching his fists in frustration as he watched her retreating form disappear around the corner.

 

God, what an amazing ass.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry sat hunched over his desk, brow furrowed in concentration as he worked to transfigure the feathers on a small, squirming fowl. Professor McGonagall stood nearby, her keen eyes watching his every move, offering guidance and correction as needed.

 

They had been meeting for private Transfiguration lessons for a few weeks now, and while Harry was making progress, the intricacies of human transfiguration proved to be a slow and challenging process.

 

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted their lesson. Hermione poked her head in, eyes widening slightly as she took in the scene before her. "Harry," she said, her voice low and slightly breathless. "Can you meet me in 'our room' later?"

 

Harry blinked, momentarily stunned by the boldness of her request. He hesitated for only a moment before nodding, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

 

As Hermione retreated, McGonagall fixed Harry with a knowing look, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Dating, are we?" she asked, her tone light and teasing.

 

Harry spluttered, his face growing even redder. "I... uh... well..." he stammered, struggling to form a coherent response.

 

McGonagall chuckled, shaking her head. "Be careful, Mr. Potter," she warned, her tone growing more serious. "Unprotected sex can have serious consequences."

 

Harry, feeling emboldened by her frankness, leaned forward, his expression curious. "What do you mean, Professor?" he asked, his voice low and earnest. "What... what exactly can happen?"

 

McGonagall sighed, settling back in her chair as she regarded him with a thoughtful expression. "When a man and a woman engage in sexual activity without proper protection," she began, her tone measured and calm, "there is a risk of unintended pregnancy, as well as the transmission of various diseases."

 

Harry nodded, absorbing this information with a thoughtful frown. "I see," he murmured, his mind racing with the implications of her words.

 

McGonagall leaned forward, her expression turning stern. "It's important to be responsible, Mr. Potter," she said firmly. "Both partners should be tested regularly, and contraception should always be used to prevent unwanted consequences."

 

As Harry listened, his thoughts turned once more to the youngening potions hidden away in his private stores. The idea of using one on McGonagall, of seeing her transformed into a younger, more vulnerable version of herself... it was almost too tantalizing to resist.

 

But he knew he had to be patient, to wait for the right moment to strike. And so, with a final nod of understanding, Harry gathered his materials and rose to his feet, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

As Harry entered the Room of Requirement, he was taken aback by the sight of Hermione standing there with an unconscious Lavender Brown lying at her feet. He shouldn't have been surprised – Hermione's determined nature had always driven her to excel – but the scene still caught him off guard.

 

Hermione looked up at his approach, a cunning smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "I've placed her under the Imperius Curse," she revealed, her voice quiet yet filled with a sense of accomplishment. "Lavender has been ordered to satisfy your every desire and to keep whatever transpires here confidential."

 

Harry arched an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. "Nicely done," he remarked softly as he settled into a nearby chair, nodding at Hermione to continue.

 

With a swift wave of her wand, Hermione roused the unconscious girl. Lavender blinked groggily for a moment before her gaze settled on Harry, and recognition quickly transformed her expression into one of shock, exhilaration, and unbridled lust.

 

The Room of Requirement seemed to thrum with an undercurrent of dark energy as Harry lounged in his chair, his eyes roving over Lavender's prone form. Hermione stood close by, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of envy and twisted gratification.

 

For a fleeting moment, Harry's thoughts turned to the previous encounters he'd had with Lavender, the passionate moments they'd shared in secret. But he quickly pushed those memories aside, focusing instead on the tantalizing prospect of exploring her body anew, this time with the added thrill of complete control.

 

As Lavender gazed up at him, her eyes clouded with desire, Harry felt a surge of dark anticipation coursing through his veins. With a self-satisfied smirk, he prepared to take full advantage of the incredible opportunity Hermione had presented him, eager to indulge in the forbidden pleasures that awaited.

 

Lavender began crawling seductively towards Harry, her eyes filled with a potent mix of desire and submission. But before she could reach him, Harry raised his hand, signaling for her to stop.

 

"Wait," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Lavender looked up at him, confusion etched across her face, while Hermione appeared concerned, worried that she had made some sort of mistake and displeased Harry.

 

A small smirk played at the corner of Harry's mouth as he regarded the two girls before him. "Hermione deserves a reward for her fine work," he declared, his eyes glinting with dark promise. "Both of you, strip."

 

Without hesitation, both girls began removing their clothes, their movements eager and hurried as they succumbed to the heady atmosphere of the room. Once they were fully undressed, Harry gestured towards the couch.

 

"Hermione," he purred, his voice smooth as silk. "Lean back and let Lavender pleasure you until you reach your peak."

 

Hermione shivered at his words, her eyes darkening with lust as she settled back onto the plush cushions. Lavender, meanwhile, positioned herself between Hermione's legs, her tongue darting out to lap at the glistening folds of her friend's sex.

 

As the two girls began their erotic display, Harry slowly unzipped his trousers, his stiffening cock springing free as he settled back to enjoy the show. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking himself languidly as he watched Lavender's tongue dance across Hermione's most sensitive places, her movements growing more frenzied as Hermione's moans echoed through the room.

 

Hermione's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Lavender worked her into a frenzy, her hips bucking wildly against the other girl's talented tongue. With a keening cry, Hermione finally reached her climax, her entire body shuddering with the force of her release.

 

No sooner had Hermione's orgasm subsided than Harry summoned Lavender to him with a lazy flick of his wrist. Lavender, her face still glistening with Hermione's juices, crawled towards him, her eyes shining with anticipation.

 

"Drink this," Harry instructed, handing her a small vial filled with a shimmering, pearlescent liquid. Without hesitation, Lavender downed the contents of the vial, her eyes widening as the fertility potion took effect.

 

In one swift motion, Harry grabbed Lavender by the hair, pulling her face down towards his groin. She opened her mouth willingly, taking his hard cock between her lips and moaning softly as he thrust deep into her throat.

 

Harry set a punishing pace, fucking Lavender's face with wild abandon as he used her for his pleasure. Lavender, for her part, seemed more than happy to submit to his rough treatment, her eager moans and slurping sounds mingling with Hermione's heavy breathing in the otherwise quiet room.

 

At last, Harry pulled Lavender off his cock, shoving her down onto the floor and flipping her onto her hands and knees. Positioning himself behind her, he thrust deep inside her waiting heat, his hips snapping forward with ruthless intensity as he sought to plant his seed deep within her now-fertile womb.

 

Lavender cried out with each powerful thrust, her inner muscles clenching around Harry's pistoning cock as he used her body for his pleasure. With a guttural groan, Harry finally reached his own peak, spilling his essence deep inside Lavender's spasming sex, his seed taking root in her receptive body.

 

As the last waves of pleasure faded, Harry withdrew from Lavender's trembling form, leaving her lying spent and panting on the floor. Hermione, who had been watching the scene with rapt attention, leaned back on the couch, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.

 

"Good work, both of you," Harry praised, his voice rough with exertion as he tucked himself back into his trousers. "You've done well today."

 

The two girls, flush with the afterglow of their exertions, smiled up at him, basking in the warmth of his approval.

*   *   *   *   *

 

As Harry was still relishing the aftermath of the erotic display before him, a small Patronus in the shape of a snake slithered into the room. To his surprise, it spoke to him in Madam Pomfrey's voice, conveying an urgent message.

 

"Umbridge has gone into labor," the Patronus hissed before dissipating into a shower of silvery wisps.

 

Alarm shot through Harry as he processed the news, and he quickly rushed out of the Room of Requirement. He made his way to his dormitory, retrieving his trusty Invisibility Cloak from its hiding place and tossing it over his shoulders as he hurried towards the medical wing, his heart pounding with anticipation.

 

As he navigated the castle's twisting corridors, Harry's mind raced with possibilities. Would he finally have the chance to confront Umbridge and take back control of Hogwarts? Would he be able to harness the power of his unborn child, growing stronger by the minute within Umbridge's womb?

 

Upon entering the infirmary, Harry was struck by the odd stillness that seemed to permeate the air. The medical wing was abnormally quiet, an unsettling atmosphere that sent a chill down his spine. He had expected to find Dumbledore or perhaps even Fudge present for such a momentous occasion, but the room appeared to be empty save for the now-attractive, pregnant figure of Dolores Umbridge lying in one of the beds.

 

As he crept closer, Harry couldn't help but marvel at the change in Umbridge's appearance. The once-toadlike woman was now radiating a soft, ethereal beauty, her skin glowing with the sheen of pregnancy as her swollen belly rose and fell with each labored breath. Her formerly mousy hair had taken on a lustrous sheen, framing her face in a halo of soft curls.

 

Harry watched, transfixed, as Umbridge's face contorted with pain, her hands clutching at the sheets as she rode out another contraction. Beads of sweat dotted her brow, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to bring his child into the world.

 

Despite the gravity of the situation, Harry felt a dark sense of satisfaction wash over him. The tables had turned, and Umbridge was now at his mercy; the pregnancy forced upon her flipped the script.

 

Harry, still cloaked in invisibility, made his way towards Madam Pomfrey's office, his mind reeling with the weight of the situation. As he slipped into the small, cluttered space, he found the school nurse sitting at her desk, engrossed in paperwork.

 

Taking a deep breath, Harry shed his Invisibility Cloak, revealing himself to the surprised woman. Madam Pomfrey's eyes widened comically for a moment before a broad smile spread across her face. She rose from her chair, crossing the room to greet Harry with a warm, passionate kiss.

 

The Imperius Curse, it seemed, was still firmly in place.

 

After a long moment, Harry reluctantly pulled back, his cheeks flushed with arousal. "What's the situation with Umbridge?" he asked, his voice low and urgent. "Is she alright?"

 

Madam Pomfrey nodded, her expression turning serious. "Yes, Mr. Potter," she replied. "She's doing quite well, all things considered. The baby is in the proper position, and her vitals are stable. I expect the birth to proceed without any major complications."

 

Harry furrowed his brow, a sudden thought occurring to him. "Why isn't anyone else here?" he questioned, his gaze sweeping the empty room. "Shouldn't Dumbledore or Fudge be present for something like this?"

 

A sly smile tugged at the corners of Madam Pomfrey's lips as she shook her head. "No one else has been informed of Ms. Umbridge's condition," she explained, her eyes glinting with dark mirth. "I thought it best that this moment be reserved for Ms. Umbridge and the father of her child alone... even if she is unaware of your identity."

 

Harry felt a surge of gratitude towards the bespelled woman, touched by her thoughtfulness despite the sinister circumstances. "Thank you, Poppy," he murmured, squeezing her hand gently.

 

After a moment's consideration, Harry decided to wait out the birth in Madam Pomfrey's office. As momentous as the occasion was, he couldn't quite stomach the idea of witnessing the gory realities of childbirth firsthand.

 

"I'll stay here," he informed the nurse, settling into a worn armchair in the corner of the room. "Please, go and bring my child into the world."

 

Madam Pomfrey nodded, a determined glint in her eye as she turned on her heel and strode out into the infirmary to attend to the laboring Umbridge. Harry leaned back in the chair, his heart pounding with anticipation as he tried to calm his racing thoughts, knowing that his life was about to change forever.

 

Harry paced nervously in Poppy's office, his footsteps wearing a path in the worn carpet as he waited for news from the other room. The sounds of Umbridge's labor filtered through the closed door, a mix of pained grunts and muffled encouragement from Madam Pomfrey. Harry's heart raced in anticipation, his mind consumed by thoughts of the child that was about to enter the world.

 

As the minutes ticked by, Harry found himself reflecting on the incredible journey that had brought him to this moment. From his decision to take action against Umbridge's tyranny, to the illicit breeding ceremony in her very own office. It had been a whirlwind of dark magic, manipulation, and forbidden desires that had culminated in this pivotal juncture.

 

After what felt like an eternity, a new sound pierced the air - the high, thin wail of a newborn infant. Harry's heart leapt into his throat, his pacing coming to an abrupt halt as he strained his ears, listening intently to the cries of his child.

 

A few moments later, the door to the infirmary swung open, revealing a beaming Madam Pomfrey cradling a tiny, squalling bundle in her arms. "Congratulations, Mr. Potter," she cooed, gently placing the infant into Harry's waiting arms. "You have a beautiful baby girl."

 

As Harry gazed down at his newborn daughter, he was struck by the sense of power that seemed to radiate from her tiny form. Whether it was her own inherent magic or simply the rush of energy he felt at holding his first child, Harry couldn't be sure. All he knew was that he felt invincible, like he could take on the world with this tiny life in his arms.

 

"Do you want to name her?" Madam Pomfrey asked softly, her eyes shining with warmth as she gazed at the father-daughter pair.

 

Harry thought for a moment before nodding, a soft smile playing at his lips. "Siona," he murmured, gently tracing a finger over the baby's downy cheek. "I'll call her Siona."

 

The two spent several minutes cooing and fussing over baby Siona, marveling at her tiny fingers and toes and the shock of dark hair that covered her head. They took turns holding and rocking the newborn, basking in the joy of new parenthood even amidst the dark circumstances.

 

After a while, however, Madam Pomfrey's expression turned serious, her gaze drifting towards the infirmary door. "As much as I hate to interrupt this moment," she said gently, "we really need to deal with Ms. Umbridge now that the baby is born. She'll be waking up soon, and we can't risk her causing any trouble."

 

Harry nodded solemnly, carefully cradling baby Siona in his arms as he and Madam Pomfrey exited the office and made their way to the infirmary. As they entered the room, Umbridge's tired expression morphed into shock when she saw her child in Harry's arms.

 

"What is he doing here?" Umbridge demanded, her voice shrill with disbelief. "Why is he holding her?"

 

Poppy smirked, a dark glint in her eyes as she replied, "Why shouldn't he? He is the father, after all."

 

Umbridge's face drained of color, horrified by the nurse's words. "No, no, this is not possible," she stammered, shaking her head vehemently.

 

Harry, holding his daughter securely in the crook of his left arm, pulled out his wand with his right hand. With a swift flick of his wrist, he cast a spell at Umbridge, reversing the false memories he had planted after impregnating her.

 

As the spell took effect, a series of emotions played across Umbridge's face - realization, shame, and horror as she remembered what she had done. A faint blush stained her cheeks, betraying the fact that despite her mortification, she had enjoyed the experience.

 

"I... I can't believe it," Umbridge whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at the baby in Harry's arms. "How could I have let this happen?"

 

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, a stern expression on her face. "You were reckless and power-hungry, Dolores. You never considered the consequences of your actions. Now, you must face the reality of what you've done."

 

Harry adjusted his hold on Siona, who had begun to fuss softly. "She's beautiful," he murmured, his eyes full of love and wonder as he gazed at his daughter. "I never thought I could feel this way about anyone."

 

Umbridge watched the tender exchange between father and daughter, a mixture of envy and loss etched across her features. "What will happen now?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling slightly.

 

Harry looked up at her, his expression serious. "Well, the way I see it, Dolores, we have two options," he began, his tone measured and deliberate. "You can continue your vendetta against me, in which case I will not only take this sweet child away from you but erase your memories of ever knowing her, or you can agree to an Unbreakable Vow swearing loyalty and subservience to me, and I will allow you to be a part of my daughter's life."

 

Umbridge hesitated, her eyes darting between Harry and the baby in his arms. She knew that she had little choice in the matter - Harry held all the power now, and she had no doubt that he would follow through on his threat if she refused. After a long moment, she nodded slowly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I agree to the vow," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

 

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward, ready to act as the binder for the Unbreakable Vow. She took her place between Harry and Umbridge, wand at the ready as the two former adversaries faced each other.

 

"Do you, Dolores Umbridge, swear to uphold your end of the bargain?" Madam Pomfrey intoned, her voice solemn and grave. "Do you swear to serve Harry Potter loyally and faithfully, to obey his commands without question, and to keep the secret of his daughter's parentage until such time as he deems fit to reveal it?"

 

Umbridge swallowed hard, her eyes locked on Harry's as she replied, "I do."

 

A thin stream of light shot from Madam Pomfrey's wand, binding Umbridge to her oath with a faintly glowing thread of magic. As the spell took hold, Harry felt a surge of satisfaction - Umbridge was his now, bound to serve him for as long as he deemed necessary.

 

With the vow complete, Harry turned his attention to the task at hand. "You will return to Fudge," he instructed Umbridge, his voice firm and commanding. "The campaign against Dumbledore can continue, but I am to be presented as the perfect heir to an ancient and noble house. I am to be respected, not mocked."

 

Umbridge nodded, her expression resigned. "Yes, my lord," she replied, the title feeling strange and unnatural on her tongue.

 

Harry continued, laying out his plans for the future. "You will convince Fudge to assign an Auror to properly teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I want someone competent in that position, someone who can actually prepare us for the battles ahead."

 

Again, Umbridge nodded, her voice meek as she murmured her assent. "Of course, my lord."

 

"Once that is done, you may return to the castle as the High Inquisitor," Harry went on, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "But make no mistake - you will be my agent, working towards my goals and carrying out my orders. Under no circumstances is anyone to know that Siona is my daughter until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"

 

Umbridge dipped her head once more, her voice a whisper as she replied, "Yes, my lord. I understand."

 

"Good," Harry said, satisfied with her compliance. "Then you may go. I expect regular updates on your progress, and I will not tolerate any attempts to subvert my will. You belong to me now, Dolores, and you would do well to remember that."

 

Umbridge lay in her bed, recovering from the ordeal of childbirth as she watched Harry and Madam Pomfrey discuss their plans for the future. Harry turned to Poppy, who remained under the influence of the Imperius Curse, making her his faithful servant.

 

He filled her in on his list of conquests and instructed her to call all the girls he had impregnated in for check-ups. "I want to make sure they're all healthy and that their pregnancies are progressing normally," he explained, his expression serious. "Can you handle that for me, Poppy?"

 

"Of course, my lord," Madam Pomfrey replied, her voice smooth and compliant as she jotted down the names on a piece of parchment. "I'll make sure they're all taken care of. I'll schedule them for regular appointments and monitor their progress closely."

 

Harry nodded, pleased with her efficiency. "Excellent. And while you're at it, there's something else I need you to do." His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered his next request. "I want you to look into screening the female population, both students and teachers, for sexually transmitted diseases. I want to be able to breed women without worrying about that."

 

Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement. "I can do that," she assured him. "It will take some time, but I can make sure everyone is tested and cleared. I'll be discreet about it, of course."

 

"Good," Harry said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "I don't want anyone to know what we're doing, not yet anyway. It's better if they think everything is normal, at least for now."

 

Poppy handed him a fresh supply of potions - three fertility potions, four stamina potions, and two "make people younger" potions. Harry took them eagerly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I can't wait to get started using these," he admitted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "There are so many possibilities, so many ways I can use these to my advantage."

 

As he turned to leave, he noticed that Umbridge had been listening to their conversation, her expression a mixture of fascination and unease. Harry approached her bedside, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Don't worry, Deloris," he whispered, slipping the sleeping Siona into her arms. "I won't keep you out of the loop. But remember, no sharing my secrets."

 

Umbridge looked down at the tiny baby in her arms, a fierce wave of protectiveness washing over her. "Of course not, my lord," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your secrets are safe with me. I won't breathe a word to anyone, I swear it."

 

Harry smiled, satisfied with her loyalty, before turning and walking out of the medical wing, his mind already racing with plans for the future and the many ways he could use his newfound power and influence to reshape the wizarding world in his image. "Keep me informed of any developments," he called over his shoulder to Madam Pomfrey. "And take good care of my girls."

 

"Always, my lord," Poppy replied, her voice ringing with sincerity as she watched him go. "You can count on me."

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry returned to the Room of Requirement, finding all of his girls gathered there, with the exception of Poppy and Umbridge, of course. He couldn't wait to share the news of the healthy birth of his daughter, Siona.

 

Luna was the first to react, her face lighting up with genuine happiness for him. "Oh, Harry, that's wonderful news!" she exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace him. "I'm so happy for you, even if I do wish I could have been the first to give you a child."

 

Lisa, too, was overjoyed, her smile bright and sincere as she congratulated him. "This calls for a celebration," she declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We should throw a party, just for us!"

 

Hermione, Ginny, and Mandy, however, shared nervous and uneasy glances as they realized that Umbridge's present was their future. Despite their reservations, they mustered up the courage to congratulate Harry, offering their well-wishes and support.

 

"Congratulations, Harry," Hermione said, her voice a bit strained but her smile genuine. "I know you'll be a great father."

 

"Yeah, we're really happy for you," Ginny added, her voice trembling slightly as she forced a smile.

 

Mandy nodded, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and acceptance. "It's a big step, but I'm sure you're ready for it," she offered, her voice soft.

 

The Imperiused Lavender, however, didn't seem to fully grasp the situation. She had always been a bit of an airhead, and the Imperius Curse seemed to have exacerbated her inner bimbo. She stood off to the side, a vague smile on her face as she absently twirled a lock of her hair around her finger.

 

Harry noticed her confusion and couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't worry, Lavender," he called out to her, his tone teasing. "You'll understand soon enough, when it's your turn to give me a child."

 

Lavender blinked, her smile widening as she nodded eagerly. "Okay, Harry," she replied, her voice bubbly and empty-headed. "Whatever you say."

 

As the girls continued to chatter and make plans for the future, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. He had come so far, and now he had a beautiful daughter to show for it. And with his harem of loyal girls by his side, he knew that he could take on anything that the world threw at him. The future was bright, and Harry was ready for whatever challenges and opportunities lay ahead.

 

Chapter 6

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Harry sat in the Room of Requirement, looking over a report from Poppy that stated all his girls were officially pregnant, including Ginny, whom he did not even use a fertility potion on. He wasn't surprised, though. She was Molly's daughter, and Weasley women were meant for breeding.

 

He called Hermione over, a sly grin on his face as he handed her the report. "I have a new task for you," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I need you to figure out an adjustment or spell that will make the effects of potions permanent. And I want you to work with Poppy specifically on the 'make people younger' potion. Perhaps you can help each other with the gender swap potion, too."

 

Hermione took the report, her eyebrows raised in surprise as she scanned the contents. "All of them? Even Ginny?" she asked, her voice a bit breathless. "Wow, Harry, you really are something else."

 

"I know," Harry replied, smirking. "But that's why I need your help. You and Poppy are the brightest witches I know - if anyone can figure this out, it's you two."

 

Hermione nodded, her expression determined as she tucked the report into her bag. "We'll get started right away," she promised. "I have a few ideas already, actually. Leave it to us."

 

As she hurried off to find Poppy, Harry made his way to Potions class, bracing himself for Snape's typical nastiness. Sure enough, the greasy-haired professor was in fine form, sneering and taunting Harry at every opportunity. "Well, well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter," he drawled as Harry entered the room. "I hope you're ready to fail miserably today, Potter. I'd hate for you to disappoint me."

 

Harry rolled his eyes, refusing to rise to the bait. He knew that Snape was just trying to get a reaction out of him, and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Instead, he focused on his work, carefully measuring out ingredients and following the instructions in his textbook to the letter.

 

But Harry's attention was soon drawn to Daphne Greengrass, who kept shooting him glances from across the room. He really did need to get a spy in the Slytherin house to keep an eye on her and her activities. Her constant observation was turning her into a dangerous loose end, and Harry couldn't afford to let her continue for much longer.

 

Maybe Tracey or one of the other Slytherin girls would be a good candidate for the job. They were ambitious, and they might see the advantages of aligning themselves with him. With a spy in place, Harry could monitor Daphne's movements and stay one step ahead of any trouble she might cause.

 

It wouldn't hurt to get a girl in Hufflepuff, either, for that matter. There were plenty of sweet girls in that house, and Harry had his eye on a few in particular. Not Susan, of course - even he knew better than to knock up the niece of the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. But Susan’s friend Hannah, the blonde with the amazing tits... she might be a good choice. She was kind and trusting, and Harry knew he could easily win her over with a bit of charm and flattery.

 

There was also Megan Jones, the pretty brunette with the warm smile. Harry had noticed her watching him from time to time, a wistful expression on her face. She might be receptive to his advances, if he played his cards right.

 

As the class continued, Harry couldn't help but smirk to himself, his mind already whirring with plans and possibilities. His harem was growing by the day, and with Hermione and Poppy working on perfecting his potions, there would be no stopping him. He could practically taste the power on his tongue, sweet and intoxicating.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

One evening, as Harry sat in the Room of Requirement with his girls, Luna approached him with an unusual request. "Harry, I need ten thousand galleons," she said, her eyes wide and earnest.

 

Harry stared at her in shock, hardly believing what he had just heard. "Ten thousand galleons? Are you insane? Luna, that's a crazy amount of money!"

 

But Luna didn't back down, her expression firm and determined. "I know it sounds like a lot, but I promise it will be worth it. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, you know that."

 

Harry hesitated, torn between his trust in Luna and his natural caution. It was a huge sum of money, more than most people made in a lifetime. But on the other hand, he was super wealthy, thanks to his inheritance from his parents and his status as the Boy Who Lived. And this was Luna, his most loyal follower, who had never steered him wrong before.

 

In the end, his faith in Luna won out, and he sighed and nodded. "Alright, Luna, I'll do it," he said, pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill. "But this better be worth it, or I'm taking it out of your hide."

 

Luna beamed, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Harry, you won't regret it!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing with excitement and gratitude.

 

With a wry smile, Harry signed the Gringotts draft order, authorizing the transfer of ten thousand galleons to Luna's account. If it had been anyone else, he would never have done it, but this was Luna. She had proven herself time and again, and Harry knew that he could trust her with anything, even a fortune in gold.

 

As he handed the order over to Luna, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. "So, are you going to tell me what this is all about?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

Luna just grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "All in good time, Harry, all in good time. For now, just trust me - it'll be worth it." And with that, she skipped off, clutching the draft order to her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

 

Harry watched her go, shaking his head in bemusement. He had no idea what she was up to, but he knew that it would be something special. Luna always was full of surprises, and Harry couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him this time.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

The next day, in Herbology class, Harry made a point of sitting next to Hannah. He tried not to stare at her massive tits, which were straining against the fabric of her robes, but it was harder than he'd expected. Every time she bent over to tend to a plant or reached up to prune a vine, he couldn't help but glance at her impressive cleavage, feeling a rush of heat to his cheeks.

 

Instead, he focused on making conversation, asking her questions about the lesson and thanking her for her help. He flirted and flattered shamelessly, complimenting her on her green thumb and her quick mind. "You really have a way with plants," he said, smiling warmly at her. "I bet you could make anything grow, even in the dead of winter."

 

As he chatted with Hannah, Harry noticed Susan giving him weird looks from across the greenhouse. She was watching him with narrowed eyes, her expression suspicious and disapproving. He wondered what she was thinking, if she could see through his act and recognize his true intentions. But he shrugged off his unease, reminding himself that he had nothing to worry about. Susan might be sharp, but she was no match for him.

 

But Hannah seemed oblivious to her friend's reaction, drinking up Harry's flattery with a rosy blush on her cheeks. She giggled and played with her hair, clearly enjoying the attention. She leaned in close as he spoke, her breasts brushing against his arm, and Harry felt his heart race in response. She smelled like lavender and earth, a heady combination that made his head swim.

 

After class, as Harry was packing up his things, Susan cornered him, her arms crossed over her chest. 

"What are you up to, Harry?" she demanded, her voice low and accusing. "Why are you suddenly so interested in Hannah?"

 

Harry tried to play it cool, shrugging and giving her a winning smile. "I'm just trying to make friends in other houses," he said, his tone innocent. "Hannah is nice, and I thought it would be good to get to know her better. Besides, it can't hurt to expand my social circle a bit, can it?"

 

Susan snorted, clearly unconvinced. "Right, because you're so interested in friendship," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You just better not be planning to break her heart, Harry. Hannah is a good person, and she doesn't deserve to be played with. If you hurt her, you'll have me to answer to."

 

With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving Harry blinking in surprise. He hadn't expected Susan to be so protective of her friend, but he supposed he should have seen it coming. Susan was a Bones, after all, and they were known for their fierce loyalty. She would stop at nothing to defend the people she cared about, even if it meant going up against the Boy Who Lived himself.

 

As he watched her go, Harry felt a twinge of guilt. He knew that he wasn't being entirely honest with Susan, and that his intentions towards Hannah were far from pure. He was using her, just like he used everyone else in his life, and he knew that it would probably end badly for her in the end. But on the other hand, he couldn't afford to let himself be distracted by scruples. He had a plan, and he wasn't about to let anything stand in his way, not even the disapproval of a self-righteous Hufflepuff.

*   *   *   *   *

 

The next day, Harry invited Hannah to join him for lunch in the kitchens, where they could chat without anyone prying. He knew that he needed to work fast, before Susan could interfere or Hannah could start to suspect his true intentions. He had to win her over completely, and he had to do it now.

 

As they sat together at a small table, Harry shared stories of his tragic childhood, his voice low and trembling with emotion. He told her about his parents' death, about his years of abuse and neglect at the hands of the Dursleys. He described the loneliness and isolation he had felt, the constant hunger for love and affection that had never been satisfied.

 

Hannah listened with rapt attention, her eyes wide and sympathetic. She held his hand tightly, her thumb stroking his palm in a soothing gesture. "That's awful, Harry," she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "I had no idea you'd been through so much. You poor thing."

 

Harry left out the fact that he was currently fucking and impregnating multiple girls in their class, of course. He knew that honesty wouldn't help him here - he was trying to manipulate the friendly blonde, and the truth would only get in the way. So he focused on the parts of his story that would make her pity him, that would make her want to comfort and protect him.

 

And it worked. Hannah drank it up, her heart going out to the poor, lonely boy who had suffered so much. She held his hand tightly, leaning in close to offer him physical comfort as well as emotional support.

 

As they talked, Harry felt a rush of triumph. He knew he was close now, that he had her right where he wanted her. All he needed was one final push, one master stroke to seal the deal.

 

And then, just as he'd hoped, Hannah leaned in and gave him a soft, tender kiss. Her lips were warm and sweet against his, and he felt a jolt of desire shoot through him. But he forced himself to stay focused, to remember his true purpose here.

 

As they pulled apart, Harry smiled at her, his eyes shining with what he hoped looked like love and gratitude. He knew that he had her now, that she was his for the taking. All that remained was to make the final preparations, to set the stage for his ultimate triumph.

 

He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realized what he had done, when she understood the true depths of his deception. It would be delicious, a moment to savor and cherish. And then, once she was broken and shattered, he would pick up the pieces and add her to his harem, just like all the others.

 

Harry Potter always got what he wanted, and he always would. That was just the way of things.

 

After they finished their lunch, Harry and Hannah left the kitchen together, their hands still clasped tightly. As they walked down the corridor, Harry spotted Mandy coming towards them, and he quickly excused himself to have a quick whispered conversation with her.

 

Mandy listened to his secret instructions, her eyes going wide in surprise as he spoke. She nodded, her expression a mixture of excitement and apprehension, before hurrying off to do as he'd asked.

 

Harry then returned to Hannah, who was too kind and trusting to ask what the whispered conversation had been about. She simply smiled at him, her eyes shining with affection, and he felt a twinge of guilt at how easy it was to deceive her.

 

But he pushed the feeling aside, reminding himself that this was all part of the plan. Hannah was just another pawn in his game, a means to an end. Her feelings didn't matter, not really.

 

To distract her, he suggested that they go for a walk outside, and she readily agreed. They made their way out to the grounds, strolling slowly along the edge of the Black Lake, listening to the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore.

 

As they walked, Hannah talked about her childhood, about growing up in her mother's cafe. She told him funny stories about the customers, about the regulars who came in every day and the eccentric old wizards who would sit for hours nursing a single cup of tea. She described the warm, cozy atmosphere of the place, the smell of fresh bread and coffee that always filled the air.

 

Harry listened with half an ear, nodding and smiling in all the right places. But his mind was elsewhere, racing with plans and calculations. He was so close now, so close to getting everything he wanted. He could hardly contain his excitement.

 

Finally, they found a quiet, secluded spot near the water's edge, and they sat down together on the soft grass. For a while, they just snogged, their lips moving together in a slow, sensual dance. Hannah's kisses were sweet and eager, her hands roaming over his back and shoulders as she pressed herself against him.

 

But even as he kissed her, Harry's thoughts were on the future, on the final stages of his plan. He knew that he needed to act soon, to strike while the iron was hot. He couldn't afford to waste any more time.

 

As they walked together, Harry took Hannah's hand in his, his grip tight and possessive. He looked at her seriously, his eyes intense and demanding.

 

"Hannah," he asked, his voice low and urgent. "Do you trust me?"

 

Hannah looked confused at his sudden question, her brow furrowing slightly. "Of course I do, Harry," she said, her voice sincere. "I trust you completely."

 

Harry nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Would you do whatever I asked?" he pressed, his gaze never leaving hers.

 

Hannah blushed at his words, her cheeks turning a soft pink. She thought he was flirting with her, that he was hinting at something more intimate. "I... I think so, Harry," she said, her voice breathy. "I'd do anything for you." She was so distracted, she failed to see the golden tendrils slowly wrapping around her arm and Harry’s. 

 

"And you would be loyal to me," Harry continued, his voice firm and commanding. "No matter what."

 

Again, Hannah thought he was asking her to date him, to be his girlfriend. She nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with love and devotion. "Yes, Harry," she said, her voice fervent. "I'll always be loyal to you."

 

Suddenly, the magic of an Unbreakable Vow activated, shimmering in the air around them like an invisible web. Mandy, who had been hidden nearby beneath Harry's Invisibility Cloak, slipped off the cloak and revealed herself, her wand held at the ready.

 

Hannah's eyes went wide with shock and betrayal as she realized what had happened, what Harry had done to her. She had been tricked, manipulated into making a magically binding oath without even realizing it.

 

She opened her mouth to scream, to curse him for his treachery, but before she could say a word, Harry spoke again, his voice cold and imperious.

 

"Can you please pretend to be my good friend and willing fuck buddy?" he asked, his eyes glittering with malice. "Would you also please keep all this a secret?"

 

Hannah's face contorted with rage and disbelief, but as the words were phrased as a question, she had no choice but to obey. The magic of the Unbreakable Vow compelled her, forcing her to nod and smile, to play the part of the dutiful and willing slave.

 

"Yes, Harry," she said, her voice tight and strained. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your friend and your fuck buddy, and I won't tell anyone about any of this."

 

Harry smiled then, a cold, cruel smile that sent shivers down Hannah's spine. He knew he had won, that he had broken her completely. She was his now, mind, body, and soul, and there was nothing she could do about it.

 

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

Harry dismissed Mandy with a wave of his hand, complimenting her on her good work. She smiled at him, her eyes shining with admiration and loyalty, before turning and walking away, leaving him alone with Hannah.

 

Harry turned to face Hannah, his eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of her. She was trembling, her eyes wide and fearful, but he could see the resignation there too, the knowledge that she had no choice but to obey.

 

"Take off your top," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Let me see those massive udders of yours."

 

Hannah hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking as she reached for the hem of her shirt. But the magic of the Unbreakable Vow compelled her, forcing her to comply with his request. Slowly, she pulled the fabric up and over her head, revealing her huge, heavy breasts to his greedy gaze.

 

"Good," Harry said, his voice thick with lust. "Now kneel before me, like the obedient little slut you are."

 

Again, Hannah had no choice but to obey. She sank to her knees on the hard ground, her breasts jiggling with the motion, and looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes.

 

"Harry, please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You don't have to do this. I'll do anything you want, just please don't make me-"

 

But Harry cut her off with a sharp gesture, his eyes narrowing in warning. "Shut up," he snapped, his voice cold and cruel. "I don't want to hear your whining. You're nothing but a broodmare to me, a hole to stick my cock in when I need a quick fuck. That's all you'll ever be."

 

Hannah flinched at his words, tears welling up in her eyes. But she nodded slowly, her face a mask of misery and defeat.

 

"Now," Harry continued, his voice taking on a mocking, sarcastic tone. "I want you to pretend to be happy with this arrangement, like it's exactly what you've always wanted. It would be awkward if others suspected, and I don't want anyone interfering with my plans."

 

The magic of the Unbreakable Vow forced Hannah to comply, and slowly, painfully, a smile spread across her face. It was a horrible, fake thing, a grotesque parody of joy and contentment, but it was enough.

 

Harry grinned down at her, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. He reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard, throbbing cock and stroking it slowly.

 

"Open wide, slut," he growled, his voice rough with anticipation. "It's time for you to start earning your keep."

 

And with that, he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her face with hard, brutal strokes. Hannah gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face, but she made no move to resist or pull away.

 

This was her life now, her purpose. She was Harry's fucktoy, his broodmare, and she would serve him in any way he desired, no matter how degrading or humiliating. That was the power of the Unbreakable Vow, and there was nothing she could do to escape it.

 

Just as Harry was pumping the last of his cum into Hannah's mouth, they heard a shout from behind them. They turned to see a very angry Susan Bones storming towards them, her wand drawn and her face contorted with rage.

 

For a moment, Harry felt a flash of genuine fear. Susan was a powerful witch, and she was clearly furious at what she had stumbled upon. If she decided to attack him, he wasn't sure he would be able to defend himself in time.

 

He started to reach for his own wand, his heart pounding in his chest. But before he could draw it, Hannah leapt to her feet and positioned herself between Harry and Susan, her hands raised in a placating gesture.

 

"No, Susan, stop!" she cried, her voice high and desperate. "You don't understand. This was all my idea. I wanted this. I'm happy with it."

 

Susan stumbled to a halt, her wand still raised but her expression uncertain. She looked from Hannah to Harry and back again, confusion and disbelief warring on her face.

 

"What?" she said, her voice shaking. "Hannah, what are you talking about? You can't possibly-"

 

But Hannah cut her off, speaking quickly and urgently. The loyalty part of her vow required her to do this, to convince Susan that everything was okay, that she was exactly where she wanted to be.

 

"I'm serious, Susan," she said, her voice firm and sincere. "I've always had a crush on Harry, and when he told me how he felt, I jumped at the chance to be with him. I know it might seem sudden, but I'm really happy. This is what I want."

 

Susan stared at her for a long moment, her eyes searching Hannah's face for any sign of deception or distress. But the magic of the Unbreakable Vow was too strong, and Hannah's expression never wavered.

 

Finally, Susan lowered her wand, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She looked embarrassed and ashamed, as if she couldn't quite believe what she had almost done.

 

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't realize. I thought- I'm just going to go. I'm sorry."

 

And with that, she turned and fled, her robes billowing behind her as she ran. Harry watched her go, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He had known that Susan might be a problem, but he had never doubted that Hannah would be able to handle her. The Unbreakable Vow was a powerful thing, and it had not let him down.

 

He turned to Hannah and stroked her cheek, his touch gentle and almost affectionate. "You did well," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "Very well indeed."

 

Then he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "I'm going to tell you a secret," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "There's a place in the castle called the Room of Requirement. It's a hidden room that can only be found by those who truly need it, and it can become anything you desire."

 

He pulled back, his eyes locking with hers as he gave her his final command. "I want you to join me there later, after you've smoothed things over with Susan. I have some things I need to take care of, but I'll be waiting for you. Don't disappoint me."

 

Hannah nodded, her expression blank and obedient. "Yes, Harry," she said, her voice flat and lifeless. "Anything you say."

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry had sent the other girls out of the Room of Requirement, wanting to have Hannah all to himself for their first time together. He had the room transform itself into a romantic honeymoon suite, complete with a large, plush bed, rose petals scattered across the floor, and soft, flickering candlelight.

 

In the center of the room, there was a small, intimate table set for two, laid with fancy dishes and a bottle of expensive wine chilling in a bucket of ice. Harry may have tricked Hannah into this arrangement, but he saw no reason why her first time couldn't be special, why he couldn't make an effort to treat her right.

 

There was a soft knock at the door, and then Hannah hesitantly entered, her eyes wide as she took in the romantic setting. Harry was pleased to see that she had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a beautiful, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

 

She looked surprised and a little uncertain, as if she wasn't quite sure what to make of all this. Harry smiled at her, his expression warm and inviting, and crossed the room to take her hand.

 

"I hope you realize that I plan to take good care of you," he whispered, his voice low and sweet. "I know our arrangement may not be conventional, but that doesn't mean it can't be enjoyable for both of us."

 

Hannah looked up at him, her eyes shining with hope and a touch of wonder. "Do you really mean that, Harry?" she asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

 

Harry squeezed her hand gently, his eyes never leaving hers. "I mean every word," he assured her, his voice firm and sincere. "I care about you, Hannah, and I want this to be a positive experience for both of us. I promise I'll do everything I can to make you happy."

 

Hannah smiled then, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up her whole face. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "That means more to me than you could possibly know."

 

Harry guided her over to the table and pulled out her chair, helping her to sit before taking his own seat across from her. They ate the fancy meal together, chatting and laughing as they enjoyed the delicious food and each other's company.

 

As they ate, Harry made sure to keep Hannah's wine glass topped up, encouraging her to drink deeply of the rich, red liquid. What she didn't know was that he had laced her wine with a powerful fertility potion, ensuring that their coupling would have the maximum chance of success.

 

"I've never had wine this good before," Hannah said, her words slightly slurred as she took another sip. "Where did you get it?"

 

Harry smiled enigmatically, his eyes twinkling with secrets. "I have my sources," he said vaguely, his voice teasing. "Let's just say I have a lot of connections, and I'm not afraid to use them to get what I want."

 

Hannah giggled, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with alcohol and suppressed desire. "And what is it that you want, Harry?" she asked boldly, her voice low and flirtatious. "What is it that you really want from me?"

 

Harry leaned forward, his eyes dark and intense as he captured her gaze with his. "I think you know the answer to that, Hannah," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I want you. All of you. And tonight, I'm going to have you, in every way imaginable."

 

Hannah took Harry's hand and guided him over to a soft couch, pushing him down onto the plush cushions. She straddled him confidently, her dress riding up her thighs as she settled onto his lap.

 

She pressed her ample tits against his chest as she leaned in to kiss him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth to tangle with his own. Harry groaned softly, his hands coming up to grip her hips as she began to grind against him slowly.

 

Hannah could feel his hard dick through his pants, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She whimpered into his mouth, her hips moving in slow, sensual circles as she rubbed herself against him wantonly.

 

Slowly, teasingly, she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscular frame as she exposed more and more of his skin. She had not been lying when she had told Susan earlier that she had always had a small crush on Harry, and now she was getting to fulfill her deepest, darkest fantasies with him.

 

Harry reached up and slipped his hands under her dress, groping her heavy tits through the thin fabric of her bra. Hannah offered no resistance, moaning in pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh.

 

With a sharp tug, Harry pulled her tits free from the top of her dress, exposing them to the cool air. He leaned forward and sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he continued to grope her ass with his other hand.

 

Hannah cried out, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to him. He switched to her other breast, giving it the same treatment until she was writhing and panting on his lap.

 

After several minutes of this, Harry lifted her up with ease, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned her legs over his shoulders. Hannah gasped as she felt his hot breath on her most intimate area, his tongue licking a slow, sensual path along her slit.

 

She squirmed and bucked, her hands fisting in his hair as he ate her out with enthusiasm. It didn't take long for her to cum, her body shuddering and convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

 

Finally, Harry pulled back, letting her slip back down onto his lap. Hannah immediately leaned in and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue.

 

They were both panting and flushed, their bodies humming with arousal and anticipation. They both knew that this was only the beginning, and that the night was still young.

 

But for now, they were content to just sit there, wrapped in each other's arms as they caught their breath and savored the moment. For Hannah, this was a dream come true, a fantasy made reality. And for Harry, it was the start of something new and exciting, something that he had been wanting for a long time.

 

As Harry thrust into Hannah's tight, virgin pussy, he could feel her walls gripping him like a vice. She was so wet, her juices coating his cock and running down her thighs.

 

Hannah's tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and red from his earlier ministrations. Her body was a symphony of curves and valleys, a work of art that he couldn't get enough of.

 

He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. She bucked beneath him, her hips rising to meet his thrusts as she panted and moaned.

 

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "You like being fucked like a little slut."

 

Hannah whimpered, her nails digging into his back. "Yes," she gasped, her voice breathless with desire. "Yes, I love it. Fuck me, Harry. Make me yours."

 

Her words spurred him on, and he began to fuck her even harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, mixing with their moans and grunts of pleasure.

 

Hannah wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her. Her pussy was like a furnace, hot and tight and pulsing around him. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust.

 

He came, his seed shooting deep inside her fertile womb. Hannah shared the orgasm, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice as she milked him for every last drop.

 

For a long moment, they just lay there, both panting and sweating from their exertions. Then, slowly, Harry pulled out of her, his cock coated in a mix of their juices.

 

He lay down on the bed, pulling her on top of him so that her great big boobs squished up against his chest. Hannah sighed contentedly, snuggling against him.

 

"Thank you for this, Harry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I am yours now... forever..."

 

"Yes, you are," Harry agreed, his voice neutral. He was nice to her because he figured what the hell, but really, she was just another womb to fuck. No need to tell her that thought. Let her have her delusion of a happy relationship.

 

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, Harry felt a sense of satisfaction. He had claimed another fertile womb, another breeder for his harem. It was only a matter of time before she swelled with his child, her belly growing round with his seed.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

The morning after he bred Hannah, the two of them ate breakfast together in the Great Hall. Hannah was glowing, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with happiness. She couldn't stop smiling, and she kept glancing over at Harry with adoration in her eyes.

Harry and Hannah sat at the breakfast table, enjoying a quiet meal together after the passionate night they had shared. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room.

 

As they ate, Harry picked up the latest copy of the Daily Prophet, his eyes scanning the front page. He nearly choked on his toast when he saw the headline: "Harry Potter Vindicated: Ministry Retracts Statements, Praises Boy Who Lived."

 

Intrigued, Harry read the article aloud to Hannah, his voice filled with surprise and satisfaction. The article stated that new evidence had come to light, proving that Harry had never supported Dumbledore's position and that the old wizard had been setting him up to take the fall all along.

 

The Ministry publicly apologized for their previous statements, calling Harry a hero and praising him for his bravery and service to the wizarding world. They urged the public to continue to support him and trust in his actions.

 

As Harry finished reading, he looked up at Hannah with a grin. "Well, that's a turn of events," he said, his voice pleased. "Looks like the Ministry has finally come to their senses."

 

Hannah smiled back at him, her eyes warm. "I always knew you were in the right, Harry," she said, her voice soft. "I'm glad the rest of the world can see it now, too."

 

Harry reached across the table and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Hannah," he said, his voice sincere. "Your support means everything to me."

 

As he set the paper aside, Susan Bones approached them, looking contrite. "I just wanted to apologize again for the misunderstanding yesterday," she said, her face red with embarrassment. "I feel terrible about it."

 

Harry accepted her apology with a magnanimous smile, waving it off as if it were nothing. "Don't worry about it, Susan," he said, his voice smooth and charming. "It's already forgotten."

 

Hannah, on the other hand, gushed about how happy they were, how grateful she was that Susan had brought them together. "Oh Susan, if it weren't for you, we might never have realized our true feelings for each other!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with gratitude.

 

His first steps in breeding the women of Hufflepuff House seem to have been a resounding success. The other girls at the table were watching with interest, whispering behind their hands as they glanced between Harry and Hannah.

 

He took note of Daphne Greengrass' scrutinizing gaze, her expression unreadable. She was sitting at the Slytherin table, her eyes fixed on Harry with intense focus. "She could be a potential obstacle," Harry mused silently to himself. "I'll need to keep a close eye on her."

 

He also noticed a confused look on Professor McGonagall's face as she observed them from the head table. She was clearly wondering what had happened, why Hannah was suddenly so attached to Harry.

 

These were two situations he would need to resolve soon. He would have to find a way to neutralize any potential interference from Daphne, and he would have to find a way to explain things to Professor McGonagall without revealing his true intentions.

 

But for now, he was content to bask in the glow of his success. He had claimed his first Huffelpuf, and he had done it without arousing any suspicion. This was just the beginning, but it was a promising start.

 

He smiled at Hannah, letting her prattle on about their future together. She was dreaming of marriage and children. Marriage was probably not on the table, but the more children, the better as far as he was concerned. 

Harry was about to leave the table when Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement. The Great Hall fell silent as the headmaster cleared his throat, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

 

"I have an important announcement to make," Dumbledore said, his voice carrying across the room. "Professor Umbridge has decided that she cannot dedicate herself fully to both the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and her role as High Inquisitor. As such, she has decided to hand the class off to a suitable replacement."

 

Dumbledore paused for a moment, letting the news sink in. Harry felt a flicker of hope in his chest. Perhaps this new professor would be better than Umbridge, less of a roadblock in his plans.

 

Then Dumbledore turned and gestured towards the entrance of the Great Hall. "It is my pleasure to introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," he said, smiling broadly. "Auror Nymphadora Tonks!"

 

Harry watched as Tonks strode into the Great Hall, her hair a vibrant shade of pink. She was young, probably in her mid-twenties, and she moved with the confident grace of a trained fighter.

 

Dumbledore went on to list her qualifications. "Professor Tonks is a Metamorphmagus, able to change her appearance at will. She is also a skilled duelist and a member of the Auror corps, making her uniquely qualified to teach you how to defend yourselves against the Dark Arts."

 

What Dumbledore didn't say, but what Harry already knew, was that Tonks was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore's secret organization dedicated to fighting against Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

 

Well, this would make things interesting. Tonks was sure to be a more competent teacher than Umbridge, but her connections to the Order could pose a problem. Harry would have to be careful around her, lest she discover his true intentions.

 

As the students began to murmur amongst themselves, Harry stood up from the table. It was time to get to class, to see what Tonks had in store for them.

 

He had a feeling that Defense Against the Dark Arts was about to become a lot more interesting. And potentially a lot more dangerous.

Chapter 7

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Harry was on his way to his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Tonks when Daphne Greengrass stepped into his path, her eyes flashing with anger. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and her posture was rigid with tension.

 

"I've had enough, Potter," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "I want to know what game you're playing with the girls of Hogwarts." Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him, her arms crossed over her chest.

 

Harry tried to play it cool, shrugging his shoulders with feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, Daphne," he said, his voice smooth and even. He kept his expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away.

 

"Don't lie to me!" Daphne snapped, her voice rising in volume. A few passing students turned to look at them, curiosity and concern on their faces. "I've seen the way they look at you, the way they follow you around like lost puppies. What are you doing to them?"

 

Before Harry could respond, Daphne's friend Tracey stepped forward, placing a hand on her arm. "Daphne, calm down," she said, her voice soothing. Her brown eyes were filled with worry as she looked between Daphne and Harry. "This isn't the time or place for this."

 

But Daphne shrugged off Tracey's hand, her eyes still fixed on Harry. "No, Tracey," she said, her voice hard. "I want answers, and I want them now." Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and her cheeks flushed with emotion.

 

It was at that moment that Professor Tonks arrived on the scene, her vibrant pink hair a stark contrast to the angry mood. She looked between the three of them, her eyebrows raised in question. "Is there a problem here?" she asked, her voice light but her eyes sharp.

 

Daphne glared at Harry for a moment longer before turning to Tonks with a forced smile. "No, Professor Tonks," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "No problem at all." Her eyes flashed with one last warning glance at Harry before she turned on her heel and stalked away, Tracey following close behind.

 

Tonks watched them go before turning to Harry with a raised eyebrow. "Girl problems, Harry?" she asked, her voice amused. Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she looked at him.

 

Harry rolled his eyes, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "When am I not, Tonks?" he replied, his voice dry. He ran a hand through his messy black hair, feeling the weight of Daphne's accusations hanging over him.

 

Tonks chuckled before wagging a finger at him. "That's Professor Tonks to you," she teased, her voice light. She grinned at him before gesturing towards the classroom. "Now come on, let's get to class. We've got a lot to cover today."

 

Tonks strode into the classroom, her vibrant pink hair bouncing with each step. She grinned at the students, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Good morning, everyone!" she said, her voice bright. "As you know, I'm Professor Tonks, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

 

She walked over to her desk and picked up a copy of Umbridge's textbook, holding it up for the class to see. "First things first," she said, her voice turning serious. "I want you all to toss Umbridge's book in the trash. We won't be needing it."

 

The students exchanged surprised glances before doing as they were told, the sound of books hitting the bottom of the trash can filling the room. Tonks nodded in approval before turning back to face the class.

 

"Now, in order to get an idea of where you're all at, we're going to have an impromptu dueling tournament," she announced, her voice excited. "I want to see what you can do!"

 

The students buzzed with excitement as they lined up to face off against each other. Harry rose through the ranks, easily defeating his opponents with his newfound strength and skill. He beat Ron with a well-aimed Expelliarmus, sending his wand flying across the room.

 

Daphne was his next opponent, and she was not happy about it. Her eyes flashed with anger as she faced him, her wand pointed at his chest. "Don't think this changes anything, Potter," she hissed, her voice low.

 

Harry just smirked in response, easily dodging her first spell and firing back with a Stupefy that sent her stumbling backwards. She glared at him as she stalked off the dueling platform, her cheeks flushed with humiliation.

 

In the finals, Harry faced off against Susan Bones. He could feel the increased strength, speed, and magical power coursing through his veins, the result of his growing family and the power they provided him. He decided to let Susan show off a bit before he really cut loose.

 

Susan was good, her spells fast and well-aimed. But Harry was better. He dodged and parried her attacks with ease, a grin spreading across his face. When he felt she had shown enough of her skill, he launched into a dazzling display of lightning-fast spell work.

 

Susan barely had time to react before Harry's final spell hit her square in the chest, sending her flying backwards. She landed on the ground with a soft thump, her eyes wide with amazement.

 

Tonks called an end to the duel, declaring Harry the winner. The class cheered and applauded, impressed by his skill and power. As the class ended and the students filed out of the room, Tonks called Harry over to her desk.

 

"Harry, can I speak with you for a moment?" she asked, her voice serious. Her eyes were intense as she looked at him, and Harry felt a flicker of apprehension in his chest.

Tonks took Harry aside after the class had ended, her expression serious. She leaned in close to him, her voice low and urgent. "Harry, I know that you know I'm a member of Dumbledore's secret Order," she said, her eyes intense. "And I need you to understand that it's a secret that you can't go blabbing about."

 

Harry, only slightly distracted by being close to her amazing, sexy body, nodded his understanding. "I won't say anything, Professor Tonks," he promised, his voice sincere. He met her gaze, trying to convey his trustworthiness.

 

Tonks smiled slightly before continuing. "Good. Now, the reason I'm telling you this is because Dumbledore pulled on his last few strings at the Ministry to get me assigned here so I could run an investigation."

 

This snapped Harry back into focus, his eyes widening in surprise. "An investigation?" he asked, his voice curious. He leaned in closer to her, his interest piqued.

 

Tonks nodded, her expression grim. "Yes. I'm supposed to figure out who impregnated Umbridge, who has been stealing potions from Poppy's supplies, and who has been assaulting male students." She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "It's a lot, but Dumbledore trusts me to handle it."

 

Harry's mind raced as he processed this information. He knew who had knocked up Umbridge - he had done it himself. And the potions hadn't been stolen - Poppy had given them to him. But it wasn't like she could admit that. Now, on top of Voldemort, Dumbledore, and the mysterious Mistress, he had to deal with a professional Auror investigating his actions.

 

A super attractive Auror, at that. Harry couldn't help but find Tonks incredibly appealing, despite the danger she posed to his plans. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on the conversation at hand.

 

As for the male students being assaulted, that was odd. Maybe it was the Mistress's doing? If he were lucky, Tonks would discover the Mistress's identity for him.

 

He promised to keep her investigation a secret, his voice firm and sincere. "I won't say anything, Tonks," he said, meeting her gaze. "You can trust me."

 

Tonks smiled, her expression grateful. "Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice warm. "I appreciate it."

 

With that, Harry left the classroom, his mind whirling with new possibilities and potential complications. He knew he would have to be careful going forward, with so many powerful players on the board. But he was determined to see his plans through, no matter what.

*   *   *   *   *

As Harry entered the Great Hall for lunch, he was immediately struck by the sight of Dolores Umbridge, still looking like the sexy milf he had transformed her into, sitting at the staff table. Her ample bosom pulled his gaze as it strained against the tight pink sweater she wore.

 

A smile tugged at Harry's lips as he realized that the sudden change in the Daily Prophet's tune this morning was likely her doing. "Perhaps she deserves a reward for her efforts," he mused to himself, already plotting how he could show his appreciation.

 

As he made his way through the crowded hall, Harry caught sight of his sweet daughter Siona, resting peacefully in Deloris's arms. The other female staff members, McGonagall, Sprout, Vector, and Senestra, were all gathered around them, cooing and ahhing over the tiny baby.

 

It struck Harry as odd that Umbridge, who would have likely been annoyed by such a display before, now seemed completely unbothered by it. "Becoming a mother... and not being a hideous troll seems to have done her some good," he thought, a hint of amusement in his tone.

 

As he watched the women fawn over Siona, Harry's gaze was drawn to Dumbledore, who was eyeing the whole scene with a look of fake support and barely veiled suspicion. The old man's blue eyes were sharp as he observed the unusual display of affection from the female staff members, his long fingers stroking his beard thoughtfully.

 

Harry knew he needed to tread carefully around Dumbledore. The Headmaster was not a man to be underestimated, and Harry was certain that he was already suspicious of the sudden changes in Umbridge's appearance and behavior. The last thing he needed was Dumbledore poking his nose into his business.

 

Deciding it was best to avoid any potential confrontation, Harry slipped out of the Great Hall, his mind already racing with plans for his next move. He had a feeling that things were about to get even more interesting at Hogwarts, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held.

 

As he made his way through the castle, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. With Umbridge on his side and his growing family providing him with more power than ever before, he felt like he was finally coming into his own. He knew there would be challenges ahead, but for now, he was content to bask in the glow of his recent victories.

*   *   *   *   *

 

As Harry walked through the castle, his mind still buzzing with excitement, he suddenly found himself face to face with Cho Chang in the hallway. He couldn't help but take in her sexy, athletic Asian form, his mind flashing back to the crush he had on her last year before he got cock blocked by Cedric.

For the first time, Harry felt a twinge of guilt as he realized how petty it was to be upset at Cedric when the poor guy had died. I guess that's just Cedric's loss, he thought, mentally shrugging off the guilt.

 

Feeling emboldened by his recent successes, Harry decided to take a chance and start hitting on Cho. He flashed her his most charming smile and started laying on the kind words and flirtatious tone.

 

"Hey Cho," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you look today. That dress really brings out your eyes."

 

Cho blushed, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink as she smiled back at him. "Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "That's very kind of you to say."

 

Feeling confident, Harry decided to take it a step further. "You know, I was just thinking about how much fun it would be to hang out with you more," he said, his tone casual but suggestive. "What do you say we go together on the next Hogwarts weekend? We could explore the castle grounds, maybe have a picnic by the lake..."

 

Cho hesitated for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise, but then she nodded, a shy smile spreading across her face. "I'd love to," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

As they parted ways, Harry turned to see Daphne watching him from down the hallway. Her eyes were narrowed in anger, and as soon as she saw him looking, she turned on her heel and stormed off.

 

"Yeah, that is going to be a problem," Harry thought, a hint of unease creeping into his mind. He knew that Daphne was not someone to be trifled with, and he had a feeling that her jealousy could cause trouble for him down the line.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry made his way to Umbridge's office, his heart beating a little faster in anticipation of seeing his daughter Siona. To his surprise, when he arrived, Umbridge greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

 

"Harry, dear, I'm so glad you're here," she said, her voice soft and welcoming. "Please, come in and have a seat. I'll put on some tea."

 

Harry nodded, a smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of his little girl, resting peacefully in Umbridge's arms. He reached out and took Siona from her, cradling the tiny baby against his chest as he sat down in one of the plush armchairs.

 

As he played with Siona, cooing and making funny faces at her, Umbridge bustled about, preparing tea for the both of them. Harry felt a sense of contentment wash over him as he watched his daughter's tiny fingers grasp at his shirt, her eyes wide and curious.

 

Once they were both seated with steaming cups of tea in hand, Umbridge leaned forward, her expression serious. "Harry, I want you to know that everything has changed for me since Siona was born," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I used to be so angry and bitter all the time, demeaning everyone around me. But now, with this little angel in my life, I have a whole new meaning and purpose."

 

Harry nodded, his eyes softening as he listened to her speak. "I'm glad to hear that, Dolores," he said, his tone sincere. "And I have to say, you look absolutely stunning. Motherhood certainly agrees with you."

 

Umbridge blushed, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink as she smiled at him. "I have you to thank for that," she said, her voice warm. "You've given me the greatest gift of all, Harry. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

 

Harry grinned, feeling a sense of pride well up inside him. "Seeing you happy and fulfilled is all the repayment I need," he said, his tone light and teasing. "After all, happy broodmares are easier to handle."

 

Umbridge laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You certainly have a way with words, Harry," she said, shaking her head in amusement. "But I suppose you're right. A happy mother makes for a happy child, and that's all that matters in the end."

 

As they sipped their tea and chatted, Harry felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be, surrounded by the people he loved and who loved him in return.

 

After a while, Umbridge leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You know, Harry," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I've been thinking a lot about the future. About what kind of world I want Siona to grow up in."

 

Harry nodded, his expression growing somber. "I know what you mean," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "There's so much darkness and hatred out there. I want Siona to know a world full of love and light."

 

Umbridge smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "That's why I've decided to dedicate my life to making that world a reality," she said, her voice fierce with determination. "I want to use my position at the Ministry to push for change. To fight for a world where everyone is treated with kindness and respect, regardless of who they are or where they come from."

 

Harry felt a surge of pride and admiration as he listened to Umbridge speak. "I think that's a noble goal, Dolores," he said, his voice warm with encouragement. "And I'll be right there beside you, fighting for that world every step of the way."

 

Umbridge reached out and squeezed his hand, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I couldn't do this without you. You've given me the strength and courage to be the person I always wanted to be."

 

Harry and Umbridge sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their tea and enjoying the peace of the moment. After a while, Harry cleared his throat, his expression growing Sirius.

 

"Dolores, there's something else I need to talk to you about," he said, his voice low and cautious. "It's about Tonks."

 

Umbridge raised an eyebrow, her expression curious. "Tonks?" she asked, her voice neutral. "What about her?"

 

Harry leaned forward, his eyes intense. "She's here to investigate, amongst other things, your pregnancy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's been asking questions, trying to figure out what's going on."

 

Umbridge's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my god," she said, her voice shaking. "What are we going to do?"

 

Harry reached out and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Don't worry," he said, his voice calm and confident. "I trust you. I know you would never say anything to risk the safety and security of our little girl."

 

Umbridge nodded, her expression resolute. "You're right," she said, her voice growing stronger. "I may be incompetent in most areas of magic, but I am a decent Occlumens. I won't let anyone find out the truth."

 

Harry smiled, his eyes warm with gratitude. "Thank you, Dolores," he said, his voice sincere. "I knew I could count on you."

 

He paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "There's one more thing," he said, his voice hesitant. "I have a list of women who are... special to me. I need you to do what you can to work with Poppy to support them, while still maintaining your image and doing your job."

 

Umbridge nodded, her expression eager. "Of course, Harry," she said, her voice warm. "I'll do whatever I can to help them find the same joy I have."

 

Harry handed her a piece of parchment with the names of his women written on it. Umbridge scanned the list, her eyes widening in recognition.

 

"Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Lisa, Mandy, Hannah," she read aloud, her voice soft. "I know all of these girls. They're all wonderful in their own way."

 

Harry nodded, his expression proud. "They are," he said, his voice warm. "And I want them to be happy and healthy, just like you and Siona."

 

Umbridge smiled, her eyes shining with determination. "I'll do everything in my power to make sure they are," she said, her voice fierce. "You have my word, Harry."

 

Harry stood up, gently handing Siona back to Umbridge. He smiled down at his daughter, his heart full of love and warmth. As he turned to leave, he paused, a thought occurring to him.

 

"Dolores," he said, his voice curious. "You knew the girls on my list, but how familiar are you with the Slytherin girls?"

 

Umbridge looked up at him, her expression thoughtful. "I like to think I'm very good at reading everyone, including the Slytherin girls," she said, her voice confident. "Why do you ask?"

 

Harry hesitated for a moment, his expression calculating. "I was just wondering if you knew what was going on with Daphne Greengrass," he said, his voice casual.

 

Umbridge nodded, her expression turning Sirius. "Daphne is under a great deal of pressure," she said, her voice low. "As the heiress to the Greengrass business empire, she was always expected to be one of the 'top dogs' in Slytherin, but now she finds herself in a power struggle."

 

Harry raised an eyebrow, his expression interested. "What kind of power struggle?" he asked, his voice curious.

 

Umbridge sighed, her expression grim. "Between Draco's sudden influence, his father supported by the dark lord, and the mysterious actions of an unknown third party, she has found herself on shaky ground," she said, her voice heavy with concern.

 

Harry nodded, his mind racing as he processed this information. He mentally noted that this "mysterious third party" was probably the Mistress.

 

Umbridge continued, her expression sympathetic. "Daphne had grown desperate enough to look for allies outside her own house," she said, her voice sad. "Only to find that many of the girls of other houses are mooning over you and not at all interested in helping her."

 

Harry felt a spark of opportunity as he realized that Daphne's struggles could potentially be leveraged to his advantage. He made a mental note to keep an eye on her and see if there was a way to use her situation to further his own goals.

 

He smiled at Umbridge, his expression grateful. "Thank you for the insight, Dolores," he said, his voice warm. "I appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me."

 

Umbridge smiled back at him, her eyes shining with warmth and affection. "Of course, Harry," she said, her voice soft. "I'm always happy to help in any way I can."

 

With a final wave, Harry turned and left the room, his mind buzzing with new information and possibilities. 

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

As dinner drew to a close, Harry felt a familiar presence beside him. He turned to find Luna standing there, her silvery-blue eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Your ten thousand Galleon surprise is ready. Meet me in the Room of Requirement after dinner."

 

Harry's heart raced at the thought of what Luna had planned. He could barely contain his excitement as he finished his meal, his eyes darting towards the door every few moments. Finally, he made a hasty excuse to his friends and hurried off to the Room of Requirement, his anticipation growing with every step.

 

As he entered the room, he was greeted by a sight that took his breath away. Luna stood atop a massive wooden crate, her pale, naked body glowing in the candlelight. She looked like a goddess, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her perky little breasts rising and falling with each breath.

 

She held a parchment scroll in her hand, her eyes locked on Harry's as he approached. She grinned mischievously and hopped off the crate, her lithe form moving with the grace of a dancer. She picked her way over to him, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

 

As she drew closer, Harry's eyes were drawn to the scroll in her hand. Luna unrolled it just enough for him to see a signature line, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Here, Harry," she said, her voice soft and breathy. "Trust me and sign this."

 

Harry hesitated for just a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. But as he looked into Luna's trusting, innocent eyes, he knew that he would do anything for her. He shrugged and signed the document, his signature flowing across the page in a bold, confident script.

 

As soon as he finished, the giant wooden crate suddenly pulsed with a bright light, illuminating the room with a blinding intensity. Harry shielded his eyes, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation.

 

Harry turned to Luna, his emerald eyes wide with surprise and a hint of confusion. "Ah, what did I just sign?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

 

Luna smiled enigmatically, her silvery-blue eyes glinting with mischief and secrets. "An enslavement contract," she replied, her voice soft and matter-of-fact, as if she were discussing the weather.

 

"Ah, what?" Harry sputtered, his mind reeling with the implications of her words. Enslavement contracts were rare and controversial, a relic of a darker time in wizarding history. He couldn't fathom why Luna, of all people, would involve herself in such a practice.

 

"Yes, I heard through the grapevine that the Patil family was in dire financial straits," Luna explained, her voice tinged with a hint of sympathy for the twins' plight. "So I approached their head of household. You are now the proud owner of the two girls previously known as the Patil twins."

 

A slow grin spread across Harry's face as the reality of the situation sank in. He was thoroughly pleased with Luna's actions, his heart swelling with love and appreciation for her thoughtfulness. She had given him an incredible gift, a chance to explore a new facet of his sexuality and power, and he couldn't wait to unwrap it.

 

"Previously known?" Harry echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea that Padma and Parvati, his classmates and fellow Gryffindors, were now considered property.

 

"Yes, in the eyes of magical law, they are no longer people," Luna clarified, her expression serene and untroubled. "They are now property, for you to do with as you please... and they are in the crate."

 

She gestured towards the massive wooden crate that dominated the center of the Room of Requirement. Harry's eyes followed her gaze, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He had never owned another person before, let alone two. The thought was both thrilling and enticing.

 

As he stared at the crate, his mind raced with possibilities. He could feel the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders, the knowledge that the twins' lives were now in his hands. He knew that he would never mistreat them, never abuse the power he now held over them. But he also knew that he would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by the prospect of having two beautiful girls at his beck and call.

 

He turned back to Luna, his eyes searching her face for any sign of hesitation or regret. But her expression was calm and content, her eyes shining with love and devotion. She had done this for him, he realized. She had given him this incredible gift, this opportunity to explore a new facet of his sexuality and power.

 

"Thank you, Luna," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what to say."

 

She smiled softly, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. "You don't have to say anything, Harry," she murmured. "Just enjoy your present. They're waiting for you."

 

With a final kiss on his cheek, Luna turned and left the room, her hips swaying seductively with each step. Harry watched her go, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He knew that he was the luckiest man alive to have a girl like Luna by his side.

 

As the door closed behind her, Harry turned back to the crate, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He approached it cautiously, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached for the latch. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lay inside.

 

Harry's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the massive wooden crate, his fingers trembling with excitement. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and then gently pried open the lid, letting it fall to the side with a soft thud.

 

Inside, illuminated by the soft glow of the Room of Requirement, were the naked forms of the Patil twins. Or rather, the two people who used to be the Patil twins. The idea that they were now nothing more than his property, while extremely sexually exciting, was also hard to wrap his head around.

 

As the light touched their bodies, the two naked girls slowly, lazily, turned to look at him. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he took in their beauty, their smooth, caramel skin glowing in the candlelight. But as he looked closer, he noticed something different about them.

The intelligence he had seen in their eyes before, when they were his classmates, was gone. In its place were dull, blank, unintelligent expressions, their eyes vacant and lifeless. It stirred something dark within him, knowing that the flighty gossip and the prudish intellect had now been stripped down into nothing more than his personal playthings.

 

He felt a thrill of power coursing through his veins, a sense of ownership and control that he had never experienced before. These two beautiful girls, who had once been so vibrant and full of life, were now his to command, to use as he saw fit.

 

His eyes roamed over their naked bodies, taking in every curve and contour. Their breasts were full and round, their nipples peaked and erect in the cool air. Their waists were slim, flaring out into generous hips and long, shapely legs.

 

He felt a stirring in his groin as he imagined all the ways he could use them, all the dark and depraved acts he could make them perform. He knew that he would never mistreat them, never abuse the power he now held over them. But the knowledge that he could, that they were completely and utterly at his mercy, was a heady and intoxicating feeling.

 

He stepped closer to the crate, his hand outstretched, and gently caressed their cheeks. They leaned into his touch, their eyes fluttering closed, soft moans escaping their lips. He could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the desire and need rolling off them in waves.

 

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice low and firm.

 

Slowly, gracefully, they rose to their feet, their bodies unfolding like exotic flowers. They stood before him, their heads bowed, their hands clasped behind their backs, waiting for his next command.

 

Harry's mind raced with possibilities, his imagination running wild with all the things he could do to them, all the ways he could use their bodies for his pleasure. He knew that he would never tire of them, never grow bored of exploring every inch of their delectable bodies.

 

He smiled, a dark, predatory grin that sent shivers down their spines. He had plans for them, oh yes. Plans that would keep them occupied for hours, days, weeks. Plans that would make them scream and beg and writhe in ecstasy.

 

"Let's begin," he purred, his voice silky smooth and dripping with dark promise.

 

Harry took a step back, his eyes roving over the twins' naked bodies with a critical eye. They were both stunning, their caramel skin smooth and unblemished, their curves full and inviting. But he wanted to know more about them, to understand what remnants of their former selves remained.

 

He let his hands roam over their bodies, cupping their asses and fondling their breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms. They shivered under his touch, soft moans escaping their lips as they leaned into him.

 

"Do you retain any memories or skills from your former lives?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

 

The slave that was Parvati cocked her head, her expression confused and uncomprehending. But the slave that was Padma, nodded slowly, her voice soft and subservient as she replied.

 

"Yes, Master," she said, her eyes downcast. "The important details and skills are retained, which is why I am to be used for potion brewing and other magical tasks. However, the former Parvati's skills in gossip and beauty care are not useful, so she is now good for nothing more than menial labor and fucking."

 

Harry nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "Padma," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "Get dressed and report to Poppy for training on how to brew the potions I need."

 

The slave that was Padma, nodded, her movements graceful and efficient as she dressed herself in a simple robe. She bowed deeply to Harry, her eyes never leaving the floor, and then turned and left the room, her footsteps soft and silent.

 

Harry turned to the slave that was Parvati, a dark smile playing on his lips. "As for you," he purred, his hands reaching out to caress her naked body. "The two of us are going to have some fun."

 

Parvati shivered under his touch, her eyes wide and innocent as she gazed up at him. She may not have retained her former intelligence, but her beauty and sensuality were still very much intact.

 

Harry's hands roamed over her body, teasing and caressing, as he guided her towards the plush bed in the corner of the room. She followed him willingly, her hips swaying seductively with each step, her eyes never leaving his.

 

As they reached the bed, Harry pushed her down onto the soft sheets, his body covering hers. She moaned softly, her back arching as she pressed herself against him, her naked skin rubbing against the rough fabric of his clothes.

 

"Please, Master," she whimpered, her voice breathy and needy. "Use me. Fuck me. Make me yours."

 

Harry growled low in his throat, his cock twitching in response to her wanton display. He would use her, oh yes. He would fuck her until she screamed his name, until she was writhing and begging beneath him.

 

He quickly shed his clothes, his eyes never leaving her naked, writhing form. He settled himself between her thighs, his cock nudging against her wet, throbbing core.

 

"Are you ready, my little fucktoy?" he purred, his voice low and dark.

 

Parvati nodded frantically, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yes, Master," she breathed. "I'm ready. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me now."

 

Harry grinned, a dark, predatory expression that sent shivers down her spine. He thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into her wet heat, and began to fuck her with hard, punishing strokes.

 

Parvati's screams of pleasure echoed off the walls as Harry pounded into her, his cock stretching her tight pussy with every thrust. She was so hot, so tight, her slick walls gripping him like a vice as he fucked her.

 

"Fuck, you feel so good," Harry grunted, his hips slamming against hers with every stroke. "Your pussy is like heaven, so tight and wet for me."

 

Parvati moaned in response, her head thrown back, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. "Yes, Master," she cried, her voice high and breathy. "Use me. Fuck me. Fill me with your cum."

 

Her words sent a jolt of pure lust through Harry's veins, and he felt his cock twitch and throb inside her. He leaned down, his lips claiming hers in a brutal, punishing kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth to taste her sweetness.

 

Parvati moaned into the kiss, her hips bucking wildly as she tried to take him deeper, to feel more of him inside her. Harry broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin there.

 

"You want my cum, little fucktoy?" he growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You want me to fill your tight little pussy with my seed?"

 

Parvati whimpered, her body shuddering beneath him as she nodded frantically. "Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Please. I need it. I need you."

 

Harry grunted, his hips pumping faster, harder, as he felt his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He could feel Parvati's pussy clenching around him, her walls fluttering as she neared her own climax.

 

"Come for me, Parvati," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Come all over my cock like a good little fucktoy."

 

Parvati screamed, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. Harry felt her pussy clamp down on him, her walls milking him as she came, and it was enough to send him over the edge.

 

He roared his release, his cock jerking and spurting deep inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky cum. He felt it coating her walls, marking her as his, and the thought sent a primal, possessive thrill through him.

 

He collapsed onto her, his body spent and sated, his cock still buried deep inside her. Parvati whimpered softly, her hands stroking his back as she came down from her own high.

 

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice soft and awed. "Thank you for using me. For making me yours."

 

Harry chuckled, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty brow. "You're welcome, little fucktoy," he purred. "And don't worry. I'm not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."

 

Parvati shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his cock twitch inside her, already hardening for round two. She knew that he would use her, again and again, fucking her until she was sore and spent and utterly, completely his.

 

And she couldn't wait.

*   *   *   *   *

Harry must have drifted off, because when he woke, he was alone in the bed. He sat up, blinking sleepily, and looked around the room. His eyes widened when he saw Padma, naked and bent over a potion bench, working diligently on a bubbling cauldron.

He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping form of Parvati, and padded over to Padma. She looked up as he approached, her eyes downcast and subservient.

 

"Master," she greeted, her voice soft and respectful. "I have returned from my meeting with Poppy and have set up a potion bench to begin working on the potions you require. The directions for the fertility and stamina potions are both well within my skill level."

 

Harry nodded, impressed by her initiative and dedication. "Very good, Padma," he praised, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair. "I'm pleased with your work."

 

Padma preened under his praise, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. She cast a derisive look at her freshly fucked sister, still asleep on the bed. "At least I can contribute with more than my body," she sniffed, her voice tinged with disdain.

 

Harry chuckled, amused by her haughty tone. He moved in behind her, his body pressing against her naked back, his hands reaching around to caress her large, brown tits. "Yes, but that too," he purred, his thumbs stroking her nipples.

 

Padma gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as she pushed her tits into his hands. "Master," she whimpered, her voice breathy and needy. "Please. I need. I want."

 

Harry growled low in his throat, his cock twitching against her naked ass. He knew that Padma, for all her haughtiness and snobbery, was just as fuckable and willing as her sister. And he was more than happy to oblige.

 

He spun her around, his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth to taste her sweetness. Padma moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with fervor.

 

Harry lifted her up, his hands cupping her ass as he carried her over to the bed. He dropped her onto the soft sheets, his body covering hers, his cock nudging against her wet, throbbing core.

 

"Master," Padma whimpered, her hips bucking wildly as she tried to take him inside her. "Fuck me. Use me. Make me yours."

 

Harry grinned, a dark, predatory expression that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, I will," he promised, his voice low and rough. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream, until you're begging me for more. And then I'm going to fill you with my cum, mark you as mine."

 

Padma moaned, her pussy clenching with need at his words. "Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I'm yours. My body, my mind, my soul. All of me belongs to you."

 

Harry groaned, his cock jerking as he thrust deep inside her, fucking her with hard, punishing strokes. Padma screamed, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust.

 

And as they fucked, Harry knew that he would never tire of using his enslaved twins, of fucking them, of making them his in every way possible. They were his, body and soul, and he would never let them go.

Chapter 8

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Harry woke with a start, his heart racing and his body covered in sweat. He had been dreaming, a vivid and terrifying vision of Mr. Weasley being attacked by a giant snake, its venomous fangs sinking deep into his flesh.

 

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked around the room. He was still in bed with the Patil twins, their naked bodies entwined with his, their warm skin and pleasant scent surrounding him.

 

As he lay there, his racing heart slowly returning to normal, he marveled at how little trouble their disappearance had caused. Dumbledore had made an announcement that they were still at Hogwarts, but withdrawn from classes, and that seemed to be enough for most people.

 

A few students had approached the girls, curious about their sudden absence, but they had been met with a strange and unsettling response. The Patil twins had informed them, with blank expressions and dead eyes, that their father had sold them into slavery, and that they were quite happy with the arrangement. They refused to name their owner, and oddly enough, that seemed to put most of the rumors to rest.

 

With the exception of Daphne Greengrass.

 

The icy blonde had zeroed in on Harry with a calculating look, treating him with ever more suspicion and scrutiny. She seemed to sense that something was off about him, that he was hiding something, and she was determined to find out what.

 

Harry sighed, pushing the thought of Daphne from his mind. He had more important things to worry about, like the looming threat of Voldemort and the war that was brewing on the horizon.

 

He felt the twins stir beside him, their bodies pressing closer as they moaned softly in their sleep. He smiled, his hands reaching out to stroke their hair, their cheeks, their naked skin.

 

The dream of Mr. Weasley and the snake was forgotten, pushed aside in favor of the warm, willing bodies of his enslaved twins. He allowed himself to be lulled back to sleep, their scent and their heat enveloping him like a comforting blanket.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

At breakfast the next morning, Harry sat with Hannah and Susan, his plate piled high with eggs and bacon and toast. Hannah was chattering away, her voice bright and cheerful, still believing that she was special to Harry, that she had a chance with him. Susan, meanwhile, was watching her friend with a mixture of amusement and pity, still convinced that Hannah's act was genuine.

 

As they ate, a sudden commotion drew their attention to the entrance of the Great Hall. A stern-looking woman with fiery red hair swept into the room, her heels clicking sharply on the stone floor. She was wearing a crisp, black robe with the emblem of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement embroidered on the breast, and her expression was one of grim determination.

 

Susan leaned over, her voice low and conspiratorial as she whispered to Harry. "That's my aunt, Amelia Bones. She's the head of the DMLE. Something big must be going on for her to be here."

 

Harry nodded, his eyes narrowing as he watched the woman storm up to the head table. She stopped in front of Dumbledore, her hands on her hips, and began speaking to him in a low, urgent voice.

 

Dumbledore's expression was grave as he listened, his eyes flicking over to the Weasley children, who were sitting at the Gryffindor table, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding around them. He turned to McGonagall, who was sitting next to him, and whispered something in her ear. The deputy headmistress paled, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

 

A moment later, Dumbledore and Amelia Bones left the Great Hall together, their expressions grim. McGonagall stood up, her face still pale, and made her way over to the Weasley table. She spoke quietly to the children, who looked confused and frightened, and then led them out of the room, her hand on Ron's shoulder.

 

Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he watched them go, his mind flashing back to the dream he'd had the night before. The giant snake, its fangs dripping with venom, sank into Mr. Weasley's flesh. The look of terror on the man's face as he realized what was happening.

 

He shook his head, pushing the memory aside. It was just a dream, he told himself firmly. Just a nightmare, nothing more. But the heavy feeling in his stomach, the sense of impending doom that hung over him like a storm cloud, told him otherwise.

 

He turned back to his breakfast, pushing his eggs around his plate with his fork. He could feel Susan and Hannah watching him, their eyes curious and concerned, but he didn't look up. He didn't want to see the questions in their eyes, the fear, and the uncertainty.

 

Because he knew, deep down in his bones, that something was coming. Something dark and terrible, something that would change everything. And he had no idea how to stop it.

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry was distracted all day, his mind consumed by the sudden departure of the Weasley family. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that something terrible had happened to Mr. Weasley.

 

It was nearly lunchtime when Daphne approached him, her expression smug and calculating. "I have you now, Potter," she purred, her voice low and threatening. "You'll meet with me in the potions classroom tonight after curfew if you don't want your secrets spread all over the school."

 

Harry felt a headache building behind his eyes, a dull throbbing that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He knew he should be worried about Daphne's threats, about the secrets she seemed to have uncovered, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not with the weight of the Weasley situation hanging over him.

 

He decided to go to the medical wing, hoping that Poppy might be able to give him something for his headache. He found her in her office, still his imperiused slave, still as subservient and obedient as ever.

 

She sat him down on the bed, her hands gentle as she checked him over. She took his temperature, peered into his eyes, and felt his pulse, but found nothing wrong. "You seem to be in perfect health, Master," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "Perhaps it's just stress."

 

Harry nodded, sighing heavily. "Perhaps," he echoed, his voice tired and strained.

 

Poppy smiled, her eyes warm and sympathetic. "I know just the thing to help you relax," she purred, her hands reaching for the waistband of his pants. "Let me take care of you, Master. Let me make you feel good."

 

Harry didn't protest as she pulled down his pants, exposing his half-hard cock. She sank to her knees in front of him, her hands stroking his shaft, her lips parted and ready.

 

She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Harry groaned, his eyes closing as he gave himself over to the pleasure.

 

Poppy worked him with her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deep into her throat. Harry's hips bucked, his hands tangling in her hair as he fucked her face, using her for his pleasure.

 

It didn't take long for him to reach the edge, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing as his orgasm built. Poppy hummed around him, her throat vibrating as she swallowed him down, and Harry felt himself shatter.

 

He came with a groan, his cum shooting down Poppy's throat in thick, hot spurts. She swallowed it all, her throat working as she took every drop, her hands still stroking his shaft as she milked him dry.

 

When she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen and glistening, her cheeks flushed with exertion. She smiled up at him, her eyes warm and adoring. "Do you feel better now, Master?" she asked, her voice soft and subservient.

 

Harry nodded, his headache forgotten in the wake of his pleasure. "Yes," he breathed, his hand stroking her cheek. "Thank you, Poppy. That was just what I needed."

 

Poppy glowed under his praise, her skin flushing with happiness. "I'm glad, Master," she whispered, her lips pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock. "I'll always take care of you. Always."

 

Harry was still sitting on the bed, his pants around his ankles and his softening cock hanging out, when Hermione bustled into the medical wing. She was carrying a stack of books and a small, leather pouch, her eyes bright with excitement behind her glasses.

 

Poppy was still on her knees in front of him, her tongue darting out to lick the last drops of his cum from her lips. She turned as Hermione entered, her expression curious and interested.

 

"I think I've found a rare potion ingredient that will make potions permanent," Hermione exclaimed, her voice breathy and eager. She held up the leather pouch, her hands trembling slightly with excitement. "It's called 'Sempiternum Root.' I found a reference to it in an old, dusty book in the restricted section of the library."

 

Poppy stood up, her own excitement evident on her face. "Sempiternum Root?" she breathed, her eyes widening. "I've heard of it, but I've never seen it in person. Where did you find it?"

 

Hermione grinned, her cheeks flushing with pride. "I had to trade a few favors with some of the older students," she admitted, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "But it was worth it. If this works, it could revolutionize potion-making."

 

The two women launched into a conversation about the properties of Sempiternum Root, their voices animated and enthusiastic as they discussed the implications of a potion that could render its effects permanent.

 

Harry felt his headache returning, the dull throbbing behind his eyes growing stronger as he listened to them talk. He was glad that Hermione had found something to occupy her time and energy, but he couldn't bring himself to care about the intricacies of potion-making.

 

He stood up, pulling his pants up and fastening them quietly. He slipped out of the medical wing, leaving Poppy and Hermione to their work, and made his way back to his dorm room.

 

As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that the discovery of Sempiternum Root was just the beginning of a new set of problems. He knew that Hermione would be relentless in her pursuit of the perfect potion, and he worried about what might happen if she succeeded.

 

But for now, all he could do was focus on the present, on the immediate problems at hand. He had a meeting with Daphne to prepare for, and a conversation with Dumbledore that he knew was long overdue.

 

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he pushed open the door to his dorm room. He had a feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

 

When Harry entered his dorm room, the last thing he expected to see was a naked Lavender sprawled across his bed. Her body was lush and inviting, her curves on full display as she lay there, waiting for him.

 

Without waiting for her consent, he climbed into the bed, pulling the curtains closed behind him. He knew that this was Lavender's sole purpose, to be used and fucked by him, and he hoped that maybe it would help with his headache.

 

He settled himself between her legs, his cock already hard and throbbing. He thrust into her without preamble, his hips slamming against hers as he started to fuck her cunt.

 

Lavender moaned like a wanton whore, her body arching beneath him as he pounded her flesh. Her hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on.

 

Harry lost himself in the sensation, the feel of her tight, wet heat surrounding his cock, the sound of her moans filling his ears. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips pistoning as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside her.

 

He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing as he neared the edge. Lavender's moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath him as she approached her own climax.

 

With a final, brutal thrust, Harry came, his cum shooting deep inside Lavender's cunt. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his breathing ragged and uneven.

 

Lavender whimpered softly, her hands stroking his back as she held him close. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice soft and adoring. "I needed that. I needed you."

 

Harry grunted in response, his eyes closing as he let himself relax. His headache was still there, throbbing dully behind his eyes, but it was easier to ignore now, pushed aside by the afterglow of his orgasm.

 

He knew that he should get up, that he had things to do and people to see, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Lavender's body was warm and soft beneath him, her scent surrounding him, and he found himself content to just lie there, enjoying the momentary respite from the chaos of his life.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry woke with Lavender's massive tits beneath his head, the warm, plump flesh serving as a soft and fluffy pillow. He rolled over, his hand reaching for his watch to check the time, his movement causing Lavender to moan softly as the pressure shifted against her giant udders.

 

He was surprised to see that he had slept through lunch and dinner, the time on his watch reading just thirty minutes before his dreaded meeting with Daphne. His headache was gone, vanished as if it had never been, and he felt a sense of clarity and purpose as he sat up.

 

Slipping from the bed, he pulled his invisibility cloak over his shoulders, the familiar weight settling around him like a second skin. He paused for a moment, debating whether or not to bring one of his girls along, or maybe even tipping Tonks off to the situation.

 

In the end, he decided to face the music himself, to meet Daphne on his own terms and see what she had to say. He knew that whatever she had discovered, whatever secrets she thought she had uncovered, he would find a way to deal with it. He always did.

 

He made his way through the castle, his footsteps silent and unseen beneath the cloak. As he walked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation, a knot of anxiety forming in his chest as he approached the potions classroom.

 

He arrived at the door with just a few minutes to spare, his heart pounding in his chest as he placed a hand against the rough wood. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever was to come, and then pushed the door open, stepping inside.

 

Harry entered the room slowly, his eyes widening with surprise as he took in the sight before him. Daphne was there, completely naked and bound tightly to a chair, a gag stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw him, her body straining against the ropes that held her in place. She looked vulnerable and exposed, her pale skin glistening in the dim light of the room.

As he approached, he noticed a black envelope resting in Daphne's lap, as well as a cardboard box on the floor at her feet. Daphne let out a muffled groan through her gag as Harry leaned down to look through the box, his curiosity piqued. He found several handwritten notes detailing everywhere Harry had gone and what he had been doing, or rather, who he had been doing. The notes were incredibly detailed, listing dates, times, and locations of his various exploits.

 

There were stacks of photos as well, candid shots of him flirting with girls, laughing and smiling with them. There were even one or two photos of him in the act of fucking them, his face contorted in pleasure. The evidence was damning, leaving no doubt as to what Harry had been up to. And yet here it was, at the feet of the bound and gagged Daphne.

 

"Looks like someone's been keeping tabs on me," Harry said, his voice casual and unconcerned as he picked up one of the photos, studying it with mild interest. He felt more intrigued by the situation than angry or threatened.

 

Daphne struggled against the binding, her muffled cries growing louder as Harry's hand casually ran up her naked leg. "Mmmmph!" she mumbled, her eyes wide and pleading, her body trembling under his touch. She looked both frightened and aroused, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged.

 

"So, you've been following me around, have you?" Harry mused, his tone more amused than accusatory. "I can't say I'm surprised, given your... proclivities. But really, Daphne, did you have to go to all this trouble?"

 

His fingers came to rest on the black envelope resting on her legs. He picked it up, turning it over in his hands, wondering what could be inside. "Let's see if the good Samaritan who delivered you into my hands has anything interesting to say," he said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

 

Daphne shook her head frantically, her muffled cries growing more desperate as she tried to communicate with him. "Mmmmph! Mmph mmmph mmph!" she mumbled, her eyes wide and frightened, her body straining against the ropes.

 

Harry turned his back on the bound Daphne, his attention shifting to the mysterious black envelope in his hands. He hesitated for a moment, his curiosity warring with a sense of foreboding. But his desire for answers proved stronger, and he carefully opened the envelope, his heart pounding in his chest as he pulled out the letter inside, his eyes widening with recognition at the familiar handwriting of the Mistress.

 

As he began to read, he noted right away that it was from the Mistress, her distinctive scrawl sending a shiver of anticipation and unease down his spine. "Daphne was on to you, and I like you just the way you are, doing what you are doing," the letter began, the words seeming to dance on the page as Harry's eyes devoured them, setting the tone for the revelations to come.

 

"The box contains every piece of blackmail she has gathered on you," the Mistress continued, confirming Harry's suspicions and filling him with a sense of grim satisfaction. "Something worth considering, though, Daphne is the Heiress of a powerful family." The words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning and implication, forcing Harry to confront the reality of his situation.

 

Harry's eyes narrowed as he read on, the weight of the Mistress's words sinking in, forcing him to reconsider his position. "No matter how many bitches you breed, you will at some point need a proper pureblood wife if you intend to keep the prying eyes away," the letter advised, offering a strategic perspective on the situation that Harry had not previously considered, but could not deny the logic of.

 

"Daphne would be an excellent choice, just a suggestion. Forcing her into the role would solve a few problems," the Mistress concluded, her words planting seeds of possibility in Harry's mind, leaving him with much to contemplate and mull over, the gears of his thoughts turning and grinding as he weighed his options.

 

He stared at the letter with incredulity, his mind racing as he processed the information, struggling to make sense of the bombshell that had just been dropped in his lap. But the more he thought about it, turning the idea over and over in his head, the more sense it made, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with a sickening kind of logic, a twisted sort of inevitability.

 

Slowly, he turned back to Daphne, his expression predatory and calculating, the wheels of his mind still spinning and whirring. Daphne's eyes widened in fear as she saw the look on his face, a look that promised a future she could not predict or control, her body trembling in anticipation of what was to come, the unknown fate that awaited her at Harry's hands.

 

With a flick of his wrist, Harry sent a burst of magic towards the letter and the box of evidence, igniting them in a flash of flame. The items crackled and burned, the flames consuming them with a hungry intensity, leaving nothing but ashes in their wake.

 

Daphne's eyes widened in panic as she watched all her evidence literally go up in smoke, the realization of her defeat sinking in. She struggled against her bonds, her body writhing in helpless frustration, her hopes of controlling Harry turning to dust along with her incriminating materials.

 

Harry, his face set in a determined expression, cast a Patronus, ordering it to bring Popy to him. The silvery guardian burst forth from his wand, speeding off into the distance to fulfill its task.

 

He then leaned over, wiping a tear from Daphne's cheek with a gentleness that belied the harshness of his words. "Here's the deal, Daphne, you have lost," he stated bluntly, his voice low and measured. "I am going to give you the same option I have given the others. You can agree to take an unbreakable vow. We can discuss the language so that it is mutually beneficial, or..." He let the sentence hang, his fingers wrapping around her neck in a possessive grip, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "I can cast the Imperius Curse on you and turn you into my willing sex puppet."

 

Daphne mumbled something against the ball gag, her words muffled and unintelligible. Harry rolled his eyes, reaching behind her head to remove the gag, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

 

Immediately, Daphne launched into a rant, her voice shrill with anger and frustration. "You're nothing more than a disgusting pervert, Harry Potter!" she spat, her eyes flashing with fury. "Your only goal in life is to fuck as many bitches as possible, isn't it? You think you're so clever, so untouchable, but you're nothing but a slave to your own base desires!" She took a deep, shuddering breath, her chest heaving with emotion. "But...but I'm willing to discuss the unbreakable vow language," she conceded grudgingly, her voice losing some of its fire. "On the off chance that it's any better than being just another one of your fuck toys."

 

At that moment, Popy arrived, bustling into the room with an air of brisk efficiency, her expression curious and keen. The stage was set for the negotiations to begin, the terms of Daphne's surrender hanging in the balance.

 

The tension in the room was thick and heavy, like a suffocating fog that threatened to overwhelm them both. Harry and Daphne stood facing each other, the gravity of their impending agreement weighing down on them like a palpable force. The silence was broken only by the sound of their breathing, and the soft rustle of Popy's robes as she stood nearby, her wand at the ready, prepared to serve as the binder for the unbreakable vow that would irrevocably seal their fates together.

 

Harry spoke first, his voice clear and strong, cutting through the tension like a knife through butter. "Daphne agrees to drop her vendetta against me, keep my secrets, pretend to get along with me, and convince her father to send me a betrothal agreement," he stated, his eyes locked on Daphne's, watching her intently for any sign of hesitation or resistance, his gaze unwavering in its intensity.

 

Daphne nodded slowly, her face set in a grim but determined expression as she accepted the terms, the gravity of the situation etched into every line of her body. "And in return," she replied, her voice steady despite the magnitude of the moment, "Harry agrees to support me and, later, Greengrass Industries against those who might take advantage. He also agrees to help me convince others to support me." Her words hung in the air, the weight of their agreement settling over them like a heavy blanket.

 

Harry nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he acknowledged the fairness of the exchange, the symmetry of their bargain. With a swish of her wand and a few well-chosen words, Popy cast the binding spell, sealing the vow between them with a flash of magic that seemed to crackle in the air like lightning, the energy of it sending shivers down their spines.

 

As Popy took her leave, Harry turned his attention to Daphne, his fingers deftly working at the ropes that still bound her, untying the knots with practiced ease. With a few quick tugs, she was free, and he helped her up from the chair, his touch gentle but firm, his arm supportive around her waist as she steadied herself, her legs trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her ordeal.

 

As she regained her composure, Harry asked the question that had been burning in his mind, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them. "How do you plan to convince your father to agree to the betrothal?" he queried, his curiosity genuine, his tone neutral, his eyes searching her face for any hint of uncertainty or doubt.

 

Daphne's eyes flashed with determination as she considered her response, her mind already racing ahead to formulate a plan, her confidence in her ability to sway her father unwavering. "I should be able to make him see sense," she replied confidently, her voice ringing with the assurance of one who knows her own power, her words carrying the weight of conviction. "He's a practical man, and he knows the value of a strong alliance, the benefits it could bring to our family and our business."

 

With a wave of her wand, Daphne conjured clothes for herself, the fine robes settling over her body with a whisper of silk, the material draping elegantly over her curves, restoring her sense of dignity and poise. She turned to leave, but paused for a moment, looking back at Harry with an expression that was hard to read, a mix of emotions played across her face, including gratitude and resentment, respect and frustration.

 

"You may be a sex-crazed boy who will fuck anything that moves," she said slowly, her voice tinged with something that might have been grudging respect, a recognition of his power and influence, "but thank you for treating me with a modicum of respect…especially after…well…how much trouble I caused you." Her words were sincere, heartfelt, a concession of sorts, an olive branch extended between them.

 

In a surprise move that caught them both off guard, Daphne leaned in and gave Harry a quick, light kiss on the lips, the gesture brief but meaningful, a symbol of their new understanding, their uneasy truce. And then, with a swish of robes and a swirl of blonde hair, Daphne turned and hurried out of the room, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts and the weight of the future that lay ahead, the promise and potential of their new alliance, the dangers and challenges that awaited them both.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

The morning sun streamed through the high windows of the Great Hall, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as the students gathered for breakfast, their chatter and laughter echoing off the stone walls. Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table, his mind still reeling from the events of the previous day, the unbreakable vow he had made with Daphne hanging over him like a dark cloud, the implications of their agreement weighing heavily on his thoughts.

 

As he took his seat, he was taken aback when Daphne and Tracey approached, their expressions inscrutable as they made their way towards him. Daphne slid into the seat across from him, her eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she began to engage him in small talk, her voice light and casual as if nothing had happened between them.

 

"So, Harry, did you hear about the Quidditch match this weekend?" she asked, her tone bright and conversational, as if they were nothing more than casual acquaintances. "I hear the Slytherin team has been practicing hard, but I'm sure Gryffindor will give them a run for their money."

 

Harry did his best to respond in kind, his own smile polite but guarded, his answers brief and to the point. "Yeah, I heard about that," he replied, his voice carefully neutral. "Should be a good match, I suppose."

 

The other girls at the table, especially Hannah, looked on in confusion, their eyes darting back and forth between Harry and Daphne, trying to make sense of this unexpected interaction. Tracey, meanwhile, kept glancing from one to the other, her brow furrowed in concentration as if she were trying to solve a particularly perplexing puzzle, her mind racing with the possibilities.

 

After a few minutes of this strange charade, Harry got up from the table, his appetite gone and his mind racing with the implications of Daphne's behavior, the questions and suspicions swirling in his head like a whirlwind. As he made his way out of the Great Hall, he was intercepted by Hannah, her face set in a determined expression as she asked him for a word, her voice low and urgent.

 

Curious and a little apprehensive, Harry followed her to an empty classroom, the click of the door closing behind them echoing in the silence, the weight of the impending conversation hanging heavy in the air. Sensing trouble, Harry quickly cast a series of complex locking and privacy charms on the door, the wards shimmering into place with a faint crackling sound, sealing them off from the rest of the world, cocooning them in a bubble of tense anticipation.

 

As he turned to face Hannah, he could see the mix of emotions playing across her face, the worry and confusion, the hurt and the anger, the questions and the accusations that trembled on her lips, ready to spill out into the open. He braced himself for whatever she was about to say, knowing that the conversation ahead would be difficult and potentially explosive, the secrets and revelations that had been simmering beneath the surface finally coming to a head, the truth ready to burst forth like a dam breaking.

 

"Shut up, slut," Harry spat, his voice cold and harsh, the words slicing through the air like a whip, leaving Hannah shocked and reeling in their wake, her eyes wide with disbelief and pain.

 

"I have permitted this delusion of yours that we were made for each other, but enough is enough," he continued, his tone unyielding, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, his words hammering against her like blows. She could feel herself starting to break under the onslaught, her defenses crumbling like a sandcastle in the face of a rising tide.

 

"You were never anything more than holes for me to fuck," he pressed on, relentless in his cruelty, his words tearing at her like claws. "You aren't the first, and you won't be the last, so you might as well accept your role as nothing more than my fucking cock sleeve." With that final, devastating blow, he watched as the last of her resistance crumbled, her spirit broken and shattered at his feet like fragile glass.

 

Hannah tried to argue, to fight back against the tide of his venom, but he was quick to silence her, his hand snaking out to grab her by the neck, his fingers tightening like a vice, cutting off her words and her breath in one swift motion, forcing her to her knees before him, her eyes wide and pleading.

 

With his other hand, he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back roughly, exposing her throat and forcing her mouth open in a silent scream of pain and humiliation. "Understand that Daphne is far and away a better partner than you would ever have been," he growled, his voice low and menacing, his eyes dark with a predatory gleam. "This is all you are to me."

 

With that, he shoved his hard, throbbing dick deep into her throat, fucking her mouth with brutal, punishing strokes, using her like the cock sleeve he had branded her as. She wept and gagged around him, her tears and saliva mixing together to coat his shaft in a slick, slippery mess, the sounds of her choking and slobbering echoing obscenely in the silence of the room.

 

Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction, he came, his hot, thick cum spurting down her throat in heavy, sticky ropes, filling her belly with his seed. He held her there for a long moment, forcing her to swallow every last drop, before finally pulling out with a wet, filthy pop.

He then tossed her limp, weeping form to the ground like a discarded rag doll, leaving her crumpled and broken at his feet, a pathetic, used-up mess. "Now that you know your place, you little slut," he said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain and contempt, "you are going to find a way for me to add Susan to my little stable of fuck buddies without incurring the wrath of her aunt."

 

She did not answer through her tears, but he knew her vow would not allow her to refuse his request, no matter how much it might pain her to do so. He had won, and she was his, body and soul, to use and discard as he saw fit, nothing more than a hole for him to fuck and a tool for him to wield in his games of power and manipulation.

*   *   *   *   *

 

At lunch, Hermione approached Harry, her face set in a somber expression, her eyes dark with the weight of the news she carried. She sat down across from him, her voice low and quiet as she let him know that Mr. Weasley was dead.

 

Harry felt a shock run through him at her words, a cold chill settling in his bones as he processed the reality of what she was saying. He had known, on some level, that his dream had been more than just a figment of his imagination, but to have it confirmed so bluntly, so finally, was still a blow.

 

As he struggled to come to terms with this revelation, Hermione continued, her voice taking on a more businesslike tone as she informed him that the first dose of the permanent gender swap potion was ready, the culmination of months of research and hard work.

 

She also informed him that it would only be permanent if he impregnated the "woman" within twenty-four hours of administering the potion, a fact that sent a shiver of anticipation and excitement running through him, his mind already racing with the possibilities. He would need to find some way to test it. Perhaps he could find some homeless Muggle while visiting Sirius over the Christmas break. 

 

He thanked her for her hard work and took the potion from her, his fingers curling around the vial with a sense of reverence and anticipation, the promise of power and control singing through his veins like a siren song.

 

As he stood up to leave, he heard Hannah talking to Susan at a nearby table, their voices low and urgent as they discussed the recent events. Hannah was telling her friend that she and Harry had broken up, that once she had gotten over her silly crush, it had become clear that they would only ever be just good friends. It was as good a lie as any other for her to share, he supposed, a convenient excuse to explain why she was not pissed at Harry's sudden closeness with Daphne.

 

With a shake of his head, he turned and headed for the head table, his strides long and purposeful as he approached Professor McGonagall. He informed her that he would be leaving for the Christmas break, but, given the tragedy that had just befallen the Weaslys, he had decided to spend the break with other family. He was unsure if it was his referring to the Weasleys as family, or the subtle realization that he planned to spend the break with Sirius behind the formidable defenses of Grimauld Place, but his statement drew a slight nod of approval from the head master a few seats down.

Chapter 9

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The train ride home was a pleasant one for Harry, filled with laughter, conversation, and the company of his girls, most of whom were also headed home for the Christmas holidays. The atmosphere was festive and lively, a welcome respite from the drama and intrigue of Hogwarts. As the train wound its way through the countryside, the lush green fields and picturesque villages giving way to the bustling suburbs and crowded city streets, Harry found himself relaxing and enjoying the company of his friends and lovers, the weight of his responsibilities and the pressure of his schemes and machinations momentarily forgotten in the warmth of their presence.

 

Poppy and Umbridge had both chosen to remain at the school, as they had nowhere else to go. Harry had briefly considered inviting them, along with Siona, to join him at Grimmauld Place for the holidays, but he had quickly realized that explaining their presence to his godfather would be a difficult, if not impossible, task. Sirius, for all his loyalty and devotion to Harry, was still a man with a strict moral code and a deep-rooted sense of propriety, and the idea of bringing home a group of women, some of whom were his teachers and caregivers, as his guests and companions would likely be met with shock, disapproval, and possibly even anger.

 

As the train chugged along, Harry took the opportunity to pay intimate visits to both Hannah and Lisa, savoring the stolen moments of passion and connection with the two beauties. By the time he finally extracted himself from their arms, the train was nearing its destination, and the passengers were beginning to gather their belongings in preparation for departure. The kisses and caresses they shared were sweet and tender, filled with the promise of more to come, and as he left them, flushed and smiling, he felt a sense of warmth and contentment that he had rarely experienced in his short, tumultuous life.

 

Making his way down the length of the train, Harry eventually found himself outside a compartment occupied by Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Pansy Parkinson, the latter of whom was known far and wide as the queen of all gossipy flirts. The three Slytherin girls were deep in conversation, their heads bent together and their voices low and conspiratorial, and for a moment, Harry hesitated, unsure whether to interrupt their private moment or to simply continue on his way and leave them to their gossip and speculation.

 

Poking his head into the compartment, Harry caught Daphne's eye and wished her a happy Yule, his use of the traditional wizarding term for the winter holiday eliciting a flicker of surprise and interest from the other two girls in the compartment. Daphne, ever the picture of composure and grace, simply thanked him and returned the sentiment, her cool, aristocratic facade never wavering for an instant. Her response was polite and courteous, but there was a glint of something in her eye, a hint of mischief and intrigue that suggested that she was well aware of the effect that Harry's presence and attention would have on her friends and rivals.

 

As Harry turned to leave, he heard Pansy begin to wheedle and pry, her curiosity about Daphne's relationship with Harry clearly piqued by his unexpected appearance and casual familiarity. The sound of her probing questions and Daphne's evasive responses brought a smile to Harry's face. The knowledge that he had managed to stir up a bit of gossip and speculation among the Slytherin girls was a small but satisfying victory in the ongoing battle for social dominance. With a final nod and a wink to Daphne, he slipped out of the compartment and back into the corridor, his heart light and his step jaunty as he made his way towards the end of the train and the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

As the train pulled into King's Cross Station, Harry remained seated, his trunk at his feet and his eyes fixed on the window, watching as the platform slowly came into view. He had no reason to push through the throng and the rush, as he was fairly certain there was no one waiting for him on the platform, no eager family members or friends to greet him with hugs and smiles and exclamations of welcome.

 

It was only as the throng of students and parents began to clear, their excited chatter and boisterous laughter fading away into the background, that Harry finally stirred, grabbing his trunk and making his way off the train. The platform was nearly empty now, the last stragglers hurrying towards the exit, their footsteps echoing in the vast, cavernous space.

 

As he stepped onto the platform, Harry felt a small twinge of regret, a flicker of disappointment that he quickly pushed aside. He should have known that Dumbledore would have arranged an escort for him, a pair of familiar faces to guide him through the bustling streets of London and ensure his safe arrival at Grimmauld Place.

 

Sure enough, as he scanned the platform, he spotted Tonks and Moody waiting for him, their expressions a mix of impatience and amusement. Tonks, her hair a vibrant shade of pink and her eyes twinkling with mirth, gave him a playful smirk as he approached, while Moody, his magical eye swirling and his face set in a permanent scowl, let out a bitter grumble under his breath.

 

After apologizing for keeping them waiting, Harry fell into step beside them, his trunk floating along behind him as they made their way out of the station and into the busy, bustling streets of London. The city was alive with the sights and sounds of the holiday season, the air crisp and cold, the sidewalks crowded with shoppers and tourists, the windows of the shops and restaurants decked out in festive decorations and twinkling lights.

 

As they walked, Tonks and Moody kept up a steady stream of conversation, their voices low and their eyes constantly scanning the crowds for any sign of danger or threat. Harry, for his part, remained quiet, his thoughts drifting between the events of the past few weeks and the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead.

 

All too soon, they arrived at Grimmauld Place, the tall, imposing townhouse looming up before them like a dark, foreboding presence. As they climbed the steps to the front door, Harry felt a shiver run down his spine, a sense of unease and apprehension that he couldn't quite shake.

 

But as the door swung open and he stepped inside, he was greeted by the warm, welcoming sight of his godfather, Sirius, his face wreathed in smiles and his arms outstretched in greeting. And in that moment, all of Harry's doubts and fears melted away, replaced by a sense of belonging and acceptance that he had never known before.

 

*   *   *   *   *

The first few days with Sirius were everything Harry had hoped for and more, a chance to relax and unwind, to forget about the pressures and responsibilities of Hogwarts and simply enjoy the company of his godfather. They spent hours hanging out in the kitchen, swapping stories and reminiscing about old times, Sirius regaling Harry with tales of his school days and the pranks and escapades he and Harry's parents had gotten up to.

 

As he listened to Sirius's stories, Harry found himself wondering, not for the first time, why his father had not used the same family magic to increase his power that Harry was now. It seemed strange to him that James, who had been so brave and adventurous, so willing to push the boundaries and challenge the status quo, would have neglected such a powerful tool, such a valuable source of knowledge and strength.

 

The tome that Harry had discovered, the key to unlocking the secrets of his family's magic, had been buried deep in the vault, hidden away and forgotten for generations. It was possible, Harry mused, that he was the first Potter in centuries to even know about it, let alone make use of its knowledge and power.

 

As the days passed, Harry began to notice that Kreacher, the ancient house elf who had served the Black family for generations, was acting odd around him. The elf would shoot him strange, almost reverent glances when he thought Harry wasn't looking, and once, Harry could have sworn he heard Kreacher mutter something about having a "proper Potter" in the house.

 

For the most part, though, the time at Grimmauld Place was relaxing and enjoyable, a much-needed respite from the chaos and drama of Hogwarts. That is, it was until the morning of Christmas Eve, when everything changed.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry was enjoying a bit of a lie-in, the soft, warm sheets wrapped around his naked body, the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a golden glow over the room. The house was quiet, the only sound the distant clatter of Kreacher in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the household. As he lay there, half-asleep and half-awake, a soft, delicate scent began to tickle his nostrils, a subtle hint of lavender that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. At first, he thought he must be dreaming, his mind conjuring up the sweet, intoxicating aroma from the depths of his subconscious.

 

But then, as he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see a vision kneeling at the foot of his bed, a woman so beautiful, so alluring, that for a moment he thought he must still be dreaming. She had dark, curly hair that tumbled down her back in soft, glossy waves, a knockout body with curves in all the right places, and a face that could launch a thousand ships, with full, sensual lips, high cheekbones, and eyes that sparkled with a mixture of desire and mischief. As he stared at her, transfixed, her hungry gaze washed over him, taking in every inch of his bare chest and abs, before coming to rest on the tented sheets at his groin, where his morning wood was straining against the fabric, demanding to be released. Slowly, deliberately, she licked her full lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them, leaving a trail of wet, glistening moisture that seemed to beckon him closer.

"Ah, not that I'm not flattered, but um, who are you?" Harry finally managed to croak out, his voice hoarse with sleep and desire. 

 

"Oh, Mister Potter," she purred, her voice low and seductive as she started to crawl up the bed towards him, her movements slow and sensual, like a cat stalking its prey. "Your godfather arranged for me. A special, early Christmas present."

 

Ah, a prostitute, then, Harry realized, his brain finally catching up with his body. How very typical of his godfather. Somewhere in the back of the old dog's mind, this had probably registered as an appropriate version of the "sex talk". At least he had the decency to spring for a top-tier woman, Harry thought wryly, as he watched her slink closer, her hips swaying with every step.

 

Oh well, he might as well enjoy the moment, he decided, as the woman reached out and began to stroke his penis through the sheets, her touch soft and teasing, yet firm and insistent. Quickly, she had him at his full, impressive girth, his cock standing tall and proud, a bead of precum glistening on the tip. With a wicked smile, the woman leaned down and slipped her perfect lips over his cock, taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth. She worked him expertly, her tongue swirling around the head, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him hard and deep.

 

After a good thirty minutes of teasing, she finally released him from her mouth, slipping forward to straddle his hips, her pussy rubbing against his now throbbing shaft. With a low, throaty groan, she reached down and guided him inside her, her tight, slick walls gripping him like a vice as she slid down onto him. They fucked wildly, frantically, their bodies moving together in perfect sync, their moans and cries of pleasure echoing through the room. Harry lost himself in the sensations, in the feel of her soft skin against his, the smell of her arousal mingling with the scent of lavender, the sound of her breathy moans and whimpers in his ear.

 

They fuck wildly for a while before he cums deeply inside her, his seed filling her up. Absent-mindedly, he wishes he could have slipped her a fertility potion, imagining how hot it would be to knock up the sexy escort, to feel her belly swell with his child growing inside her. But he knows that gals in her line of work probably have ways to avoid the inconvenience of pregnancy, ways to protect themselves from the risks and complications that come with an unintended pregnancy.

 

Slowly, she pulls herself off his cock, his cum dripping out of her as she flops down on the bed next to him, breathing deeply. Her body is limp and relaxed, her skin flushed and glowing with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. After a few minutes, she rolls over and runs her hand across his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, exploring the contours of his body with a gentle, teasing touch. Then, leaning in close, she whispers in his ear, her breath hot and ticklish against his skin, "Best prank ever, eh, Harry?"

 

Harry practically leaps from the bed, glaring critically at the buxom beauty, his mind reeling with shock and confusion. He can't believe what he's hearing, can't wrap his head around the idea that this gorgeous, sexy woman could be anyone other than who she appears to be. "Sirius?" he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wide with disbelief.

 

The woman breaks down in laughter, her whole body shaking with mirth as she sits up, her breasts bouncing with each giggle. Her laughter is infectious, and despite himself, Harry feels a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his anger and confusion momentarily forgotten. "Sure got you there, didn't I?" she says, her voice still thick with amusement, her eyes sparkling with mischief and delight.

 

Harry's mind races, trying to make sense of what's happening, and suddenly he remembers the gender swap potion he had tucked away in his trunk, a little souvenir from his time at Hogwarts. He had almost forgotten about it, had never imagined that anyone else would find it, let alone use it. "Um, Sirius, were you going through my trunk?" he asks, his voice tinged with accusation, his eyes narrowing slightly.

 

"Of course," he/she says, shrugging nonchalantly, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "It's my godfatherly duty to make sure you're not up to any mischief, to keep an eye on you and make sure you're not getting into any trouble."

 

Harry raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical, his mind still trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "Well, not the wrong kind of mischief," he/she continues, a sly grin spreading across her face as she runs his/her hands down her curves, admiring the way her new body looks and feels, enjoying the sensation of her soft, smooth skin and the weight of her breasts in her hands. "Can't say I was expecting this, though."

 

Harry rubs his eyes, still trying to wrap his head around the situation, to make sense of the bizarre turn his morning has taken. "Well, this has to be one of the strangest family bonding moments ever," he says wryly, shaking his head in disbelief. "At least the potion will wear off in a few hours, and we can pretend this never happened."

 

*   *   *   *   *

It is early afternoon when Harry starts to worry about the still female, still very sexy appearance of his prankster godfather. The potion should have worn off by now, he thinks to himself, a sense of unease growing in the pit of his stomach. Something isn't right, he can feel it in his bones. He paces back and forth in the kitchen, his eyes constantly darting to Sirius, who seems completely unconcerned by the situation, humming softly to herself as she rummages through the fridge.

 

He calls Poppy, the school nurse, who comes through and examines Sirius in the kitchen, her brows furrowed in concentration as she casts diagnostic spells and consults her notes. Poppy is a skilled healer, and Harry trusts her implicitly, but even she seems baffled by the situation, her usual calm demeanor replaced by a look of confusion and concern. After a few minutes, she pulls Harry aside, her face Sirius and her voice low.

 

"You remember me telling you that in order to make the gender swap potion permanent, you had to impregnate the woman..." she says, her words hitting Harry like a ton of bricks. He feels his stomach drop, his heart racing in his chest as the realization of what he's done sinks in. He had been so caught up in the moment, so consumed by lust and desire, that he hadn't even considered the consequences of his actions.

 

“And we can’t just reverse the process?” Harry asked hopefully.

“Well,” Poppy said, thinking about it. “The gender-swapping potion could turn him back into a man, but it would be temporary. As you can't impregnate him as a man, it would not be permanent. He would just change back.”

 

Harry stares at her incredulously, his mind reeling with the implications of what she's saying. He looks over at Sirius, who just shrugs and goes "oops" and giggles, as if it's all some big joke. Great, he thinks to himself. He has accidentally permanently turned his godfather into a full bimbo, a sexy, giggly, airheaded version of his former self. How could he have been so stupid, so reckless?

 

How on earth is he going to explain this? He is still trying to wrap his head around all this when an owl swoops into the kitchen, dropping a letter on the table in front of him. The owl hoots once before taking off again, leaving Harry staring at the parchment in front of him, his heart pounding in his chest. He reaches for the letter with trembling hands, afraid to read what it might say, but knowing he has no choice.

 

A letter from Gringotts, the wizarding bank. What could they want with him now, he wonders, his mind racing with possibilities. He breaks the seal on the letter and begins to read, his eyes widening with each word. Surely this can't be right, he thinks to himself. There must be some mistake. But the letter is clear, the words unmistakable.

*   *   *   *   *

 

The Gringotts waiting room is a stark contrast to how he woke that morning, the sterile, cold atmosphere a far cry from the warm, sensual embrace he had found himself in just hours earlier. Harry winces at the memory of knocking up his own godfather, the realization of what he had done still sinking in, still weighing heavily on his mind and heart.

 

He sighs deeply, the weight of the world seeming to rest on his shoulders as he waits for the goblin clerk to fetch him. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the clerk arrives, leading him through the damn near labyrinthine inner chambers of the bank, the twists and turns of the corridors seeming to mirror the twists and turns his life has taken recently.

 

Finally, they arrive at the office of the Black family account manager, a grizzled old goblin who looks as if he's seen it all in his long, long life. Harry enters, taking a seat across from the goblin, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepares to face whatever news the goblin has for him.

 

"How can I help?" the goblin asks, his voice rough and gravelly, his eyes sharp and piercing as he regards Harry across the desk.

 

"I need to understand this," Harry says, tossing the letter onto the goblin's desk, the parchment fluttering through the air before landing with a soft thud on the polished wood. "How is this possible?"

 

"About six months ago, Sirius Black came to the bank and adjusted his heir clause, indicating that if anything should happen to him, either an untimely death or any other situation making him no longer capable of fulfilling the role of head of the House of Black, the role should pass to you," the goblin explains, his words sending a chill down Harry's spine.

 

"I still don't understand," Harry states, his mind reeling as he tries to make sense of what the goblin is telling him. How could Sirius have known that something like this would happen, that he would be permanently transformed into a woman and thus unable to fulfill his duties as head of the family?

 

"Well, the Black family's magic is some of the oldest and most traditional here on the island. It does not allow a female to hold the role of head of the Black family. We received a notice this morning that Sirius has permanently been changed from male to female, triggering the new heir clause," the goblin continues, his words confirming Harry's worst fears.

 

Harry rubs his eyes, the enormity of the situation sinking in, the reality of his new role as Lord Black hitting him like a ton of bricks. "Congratulations, Lord Black," the goblin says, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm, a hint of amusement at the absurdity of the situation.

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

Harry arrives back at Grimmauld Place, his mind still reeling from the events of the day, the enormity of his new responsibilities as Lord Black weighing heavily on his shoulders. As he enters the living room, he finds Sirius lounging on the couch in a loose bathrobe, her transformation into a woman still a shock to his system, even though she is not yet showing any visible signs of her pregnancy. She looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and a hint of seduction, her lips curved into a playful smile, as if she's enjoying the confusion and chaos she's causing in his life.

Harry sits down across from her, his eyes fixed on her, the reality of the situation sinking in even further. "Well, it's official," he says, his voice heavy with resignation. "Not only are you permanently a woman and pregnant, but you are no longer head of the House of Black." The words hang in the air between them, the implications of what they mean for both of them, for their future, slowly sinking in, the weight of the responsibility settling on Harry's shoulders like a heavy mantle.

 

She gives him a big smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of challenge, as if she's enjoying the reversal of roles, the fact that she's no longer the one in charge. "Well, as the new head of my family, I'm sure you will take... really good care of me..." The suggestive, seductive tone is not lost on him as Harry shakes his head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite himself. "I'm sure I will," he replies, his voice dry and tinged with sarcasm, trying to hide the mix of emotions swirling inside him - amusement, exasperation, and a hint of affection for the troublemaker in front of him.

 

"Here's the deal, Sirius," Harry says, his tone turning Sirius and firm, his eyes locked on hers as he leans forward, emphasizing the importance of his words. "You will have to take responsibility for this when people start asking questions. You found the potion on your own, tried it on your own, got knocked up by some random fling. I can't afford for any of this to be tied back to me." His voice is low and intense, his gaze unwavering as he makes his point, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on them both, the need for secrecy and discretion paramount in his mind.

 

The slut seems to get Sirius for a second, her playful demeanor fading away as she nods in understanding, her eyes clear and focused, the weight of the situation finally seeming to sink in for her as well. "Yeah, I understand. You can count on me," she says, her voice sincere and earnest, her words carrying the weight of a promise, a vow to keep their secret, to protect him from the fallout of their actions. Somehow, despite everything that's happened, Harry finds himself believing her, trusting in her word, in the bond that has formed between them through the chaos and the craziness.

 

"Oddly, Harry actually believes her," he thinks to himself, marveling at the strange turn his life has taken, the unexpected bonds that have formed between them, the trust and understanding that has grown in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, the way they've come to rely on each other in ways he never could have imagined.

 

"Now, we need to give you a new name," Harry says, his mind already racing with possibilities, with ideas for a new identity for the woman who was once his godfather. "Something that reflects your new identity, your new role in life," he adds, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement, a hint of anticipation for the new chapter in their lives that is about to begin, for the adventure that lies ahead of them, the challenges and triumphs that await them as they navigate this new reality together.

 

Shortly later, Harry watched as the newly minted Serina Black bustled around the kitchen, her slender frame moving with surprising grace and ease despite the shock of her recent transformation, her every movement imbued with a new, sensual energy, a new femininity that seemed to radiate from her very core. Her name, chosen after much deliberation and debate, was a reflection of the new path her life had taken, the new identity she had embraced, the new role she had taken on as a member of the ancient and noble House of Black.

 

He had been a little worried about officially changing her name, but a quick call to Gringotts confirmed that as the Head of the House of Black, he did have the right to adjust the names of any Black family members at any time. So no trouble there. The goblin on the other end of the line had been brusque and businesslike, as goblins always were, but had assured him that the change would be made swiftly and without issue, the records altered to reflect Serina's new identity seamlessly and without question.

 

Harry watched as, under the careful guidance of the taciturn Kreacher, Serina loaded the last pan of food into the oven, the house elf's sharp eyes and strict instructions ensuring that every dish was prepared to perfection, the spread a testament to the wealth and prestige of the Black family, a reminder of the legacy that Harry now bore on his shoulders. As the house elf popped out of the room, Serina turned and sauntered over to him, her movements slow and sensual, the sway of her hips hypnotic and enticing, her eyes dark and smoky, filled with a hunger that had nothing to do with the food in the oven.

 

She ran her hands down his chest, her fingers trailing over the planes of his muscles, the heat of her touch searing through the fabric of his shirt, branding him with her desire. Then, with a wicked smile, she started to pull down his trousers, her intentions clear, her need palpable in the air between them, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with every beat of their hearts.

 

Harry debated stopping her, the rational part of his mind urging him to pull away, to put a stop to this madness before it went any further, before they crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But then he shrugged, the temptation of her touch, the allure of her newfound sensuality too much to resist. What was done was done, and she was really very sexy, so he might as well enjoy the ride, take what she offered and damn the consequences.

 

She pulled out his cock and started sucking, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue dancing over his sensitive flesh with a skill and expertise that belied her recent transformation, as if she'd been doing this all her life. When he had decided to stay with Sirius for Christmas, this series of events had been the furthest thing from his mind, the thought of his godfather as a woman, as his lover, too bizarre, too surreal to even contemplate. But as her expert lips and masterful tongue brought him quickly to the edge, as he tumbled over into the abyss with a guttural moan, his fingers tangling in her hair, his body shuddering with the force of his release, he had to admit that he was happy enough with how it worked out, the strange, unexpected twist his life had taken leading him to a pleasure, a satisfaction he never could have imagined.

 

As he pulled her thirsty lips from his cock, he couldn't help but marvel at the transformation that had taken place, the man he had once known now a stunningly beautiful woman, her body ripe with curves, her eyes smoldering with a newfound sensuality, a hunger that seemed to consume him whole. He helped her back to her feet, his hands gentle on her arms, his touch lingering just a moment too long, the electricity of their connection still crackling between them, a living, breathing thing that seemed to fill the room, to fill the world, to fill every inch of space between them.

 

"Let's go talk in the sitting room," he said, his voice rough with the remnants of his pleasure, the aftershocks still echoing through his body, his nerve endings still singing with the force of his release. He guided her out of the kitchen, down the dimly lit hallway to the sitting room, the plush, comfortable couch beckoning them, inviting them to sink into its depths, to lose themselves in each other once again, the soft, buttery leather a perfect place for them to continue their conversation, to explore the new dynamic between them.

 

They took a seat on the couch, Serina's lithe, lovely body curled up next to his, her head resting on his shoulder, her hair a silken curtain against his skin, the scent of her shampoo, of her skin, filling his nostrils, intoxicating him, drawing him deeper under her spell. Harry took a deep breath, the weight of what he was about to tell her settling heavily on his shoulders, the importance of the secret he was about to share with her, the trust he was about to place in her hands, not lost on him, the gravity of the situation threatening to overwhelm him.

 

He proceeded to fill Serina in on the secret he discovered about the Potters: the more children he has, the more powerful he will become, the magic in his blood growing stronger, more potent with every child he sires, the legacy of his family, of his ancestors, a heavy burden for him to bear, a destiny that he could not escape. He watched as her eyes widened, a glimmer of understanding, of realization dawning in their depths, the implications of what he was saying, the power he could potentially wield, sinking in, the magnitude of the revelation washing over her like a tidal wave, sweeping away everything in its path.

 

He then told Serina about the others, the women he had already taken to his bed, the children he had already sired, the web of connections he had already spun, the tapestry of his life already woven with the threads of his conquests. Her reaction was not what he expected - instead of jealousy or anger, she was turned on by the list of other women Harry had bred, her eyes darkening with desire, her body shifting closer to his, her need, her hunger for him palpable in the air between them, a living, breathing thing that seemed to consume them both, to draw them closer, to bind them together in a way that nothing else could.

 

She straddled him, her lovely tits in his face, the soft, creamy flesh beckoning him, tempting him to taste, to touch, to take, to lose himself in the sweet, intoxicating curves of her body, in the heat of her skin, in the scent of her arousal. She went on to tell him that she approves of using the Greengrass heir as official cover while he continues knocking up bitches, her tone practical, almost businesslike, even as her body rocked against his, even as her tits brushed against his lips, his chin, the contrast between her words and her actions a heady, intoxicating thing, a push and pull that left him reeling, gasping for air.

 

A shame that she had not become a woman sooner, though. The Blacks were always willing to ignore convention when it came to marrying close relatives, and she happily would have filled the role herself, been the one to bear his children, to give him the power he sought, to be the one to stand by his side as he took his place as the head of the family, as the master of the Potter legacy. As she said, "fill the role," she pulled his rapidly hardening cock from his pants and sank down onto it, her tight, wet heat engulfing him, her muscles clenching around him like a vice, the sensation of being buried deep inside her, of being surrounded by her, of being one with her, a pleasure beyond anything he had ever known, beyond anything he had ever imagined.

 

As he looked up at Serina, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes dark with desire, Harry couldn't help but think that if he had not already knocked her up, then he was sure she would have been by the end of the holiday break. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of anticipation, of excitement coursing through his veins, the idea of her belly swelling with his child, of her body ripening with his seed, a potent aphrodisiac that only served to fuel the fire between them, to stoke the flames of their passion to new heights.

 

God, he loved filling her sweet body with his virile cum, almost as much as she loved being filled with it, the evidence of his pleasure, of his desire for her, a physical manifestation of the bond between them, of the connection that had grown between them over the course of the day.. The feeling of her body spasming around him, of her muscles clenching and unclenching as she milked him for every drop, was one of the most exquisite sensations he had ever experienced

 

*   *   *   *   *

 

The rest of the Christmas break passed pleasantly for Harry, the days filled with laughter, good food, and the company of the people he loved most in the world. He received a slew of gifts from the usual suspects, including Dumbledore and the Weasleys, which arrived by owl post. The ribbons and wrapping paper were a bright, cheerful addition to the otherwise gloomy, dark decor of Grimmauld Place.

 

As well as several thoughtful gifts from his girls, the women who had stood by his side through thick and thin, who had supported him and loved him despite the dangers and challenges that came with being a part of his life. Well, at least those who were more than just dumb sluts, so nothing from Lisa, Lavender, or the twins, their lack of presence in his life during the holidays a stark reminder of the different roles they played, the different levels of importance they held in his heart, his mind, his soul.

 

Once Serina was made aware of little baby Siona, Umbridge was invited over for a few days, and the two women bonded over their shared love for Harry, as well as their desire to see him happy and succeed. The whole time Serina doted on both of them, her love and affection for the child, for the woman who had borne her, a balm to Harry's weary soul, a reminder that despite the darkness that surrounded him, despite the challenges that lay ahead, there was still love, still hope, still light in his life.

 

It pleased Harry to see them getting along, to see the easy camaraderie, the genuine affection that had sprung up between them, the bond that had formed between two women who meant a great deal to him. All too soon, however, the holidays drew to a close, the time for laughter and merriment, for family and friends, for love and joy, coming to an end, the real world, the world of Hogwarts, of Voldemort, of the war that loomed on the horizon, beckoning him back, demanding his attention, his focus, his dedication.

 

All too soon, he was packing back up his trunk, the gifts, the memories, the love that had been shared over the past few weeks carefully tucked away, stored in the depths of his heart, his mind, his soul, a reminder of the good in his life, of the light that still shone despite the darkness that threatened to consume him, to overwhelm him, to drag him down into the abyss. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges that lay ahead, for the battles that awaited him, for the war that loomed on the horizon, a dark, ominous cloud that threatened to engulf them all, to destroy everything he held dear, everything he had fought so hard to protect, to preserve, to cherish.

 

And with that, he was ready to return to Hogwarts, to face whatever challenges, whatever dangers, whatever trials awaited him with renewed strength, renewed courage, renewed determination.