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Harry V
After that, Dumbledore walked away, leaving Harry alone in the hallway. "Harry!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley, behind him. "What happened in there?" Dumbledore didn't say a word to me. ”
"I´m cleared of all charges," Harry said sharply.
“Harry, that’s wonderful! Well, of course, they couldn’t have found you guilty, not on the evidence, but even so, I can’t pretend I wasn’t...” Mr. Weasley couldn’t continue speaking because Harry had already started walking up the stairs to the ninth floor.
Harry and Ginny’s father went upstairs to the ninth floor; the Weasley patriarch didn't say anything as they climbed the stairs. Harry’s anger was palpable in the air. “Fucking cunt, does Dumbledore think he can ignore me in front of my eyes?” Harry thought. The voices in his head rang out again.
"Kill them all, kill them all," hissed the voices in his head.
Harry let out a slight grunt of pain and tried to clear his mind, raising his occlusion shields and shutting those voices out. But it couldn't work, because when they reached the ninth-level corridor, Harry and Mr. Weasley saw a blonde, blue-eyed woman talking quietly to a tall man with sleek blond hair and a pointed, pale face.
The tall man turned at the sound of their footsteps. He too broke off in mid-conversation; his cold grey eyes narrowed and fixed upon Harry’s face. "Well, well... Patronus Potter," said Lucius Malfoy coolly.
The woman standing behind Draco’s father must have been Lucius’ wife. The beautiful woman, tall and dressed in dark green robes, had a cold face, but her eyes showed nervousness as she looked at him carefully. Harry remembered seeing her in his dreams, often talking to a black-haired woman in a large house, whispering together behind Lucius’ back. "Lucius," his wife murmured, noticing Harry’s countenance.”
Harry felt anger when he saw that bastard standing in front of him. The images of what had happened in the cemetery flooded his mind. He remembered those cool grey eyes through slits in a Death Eater’s hood, and last heard that man’s voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him.
"Kill him, you know the spell; it's just two words: kill him, kill him, kill him!"
"I've heard you've gotten rid of a good one, Potter," Mr. Malfoy drawled, slurring his words. “Quite astonishing, the way you continue to wriggle out of very tight holes... Snakelike, in fact.”
“I’d say the same thing about you, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry muttered, his voice dripping with anger. “You must be spending a significant sum of gold to avoid the Dementors’ kiss right now.” The tension in the air was very dense, and Harry’s anger was evident in his clenched fists and narrowed eyes.
"How dare you, you insolent boy?" Lucius growled, his anger evident. He was deeply offended by how Harry had insulted Voldemort, but he kept his expression neutral to avoid arousing suspicion.
“Lucius, enough, not here,” his wife begged, her voice trembling with anxiety. She glanced nervously at Mr. Weasley, who had his hand on his robes, ready for anything.
Mr. Weasley held Harry by one shoulder to separate him from Lucius. "Don't touch me," Harry hissed, looking at Mr. Weasley with hateful eyes.
The three of them looked terrified as they heard Harry speak Parseltongue. Mr. Weasley let go of his grip, and Lucius wiped away his mocking smile. Mrs. Malfoy took three steps back. "I know very well that you'll see your fucking master after this meeting, crawling like a worm to tell him that you saw me," Harry growled, approaching Lucius, who put his hand inside his black robes like Mr. Weasley.
Lord Malfoy moved away from Harry slightly. “What’s the matter, Lucius?” Harry asked coldly, adopting the Dark Lord's accent when talking to his vassals. "The Dark Lord cut out your tongue?"
Draco's parents were terrified to hear his voice, icy and emotionless. "I want you to deliver a message to Voldemort," Harry growled, gripping Lucius tightly by the forearm. His fingers closed like claws, digging into Lucius's black suit, probably leaving deep, painful marks. Harry looked him in the eye and hissed in Parsel just so Voldemort could understand his words.
“I swear I will kill you, Tom. I defeated you when I was a child, and I did it again in my first and second years. It’s not me who’s afraid of you; it’s you who’s afraid of me. That’s why you’re hiding like a fucking coward. I swear that I will kill every one of your servants with my own hands, starting with the cunt in front of me. When there’s not a single follower of yours left alive, then I’ll kill you. remark my words, Tom.”
He finally let go of Lucius’ arm; his grip had been so fierce that Lucius immediately began to rub the sore spot. Harry distinctly heard the faint jingling of coins in a pocket; the silence was heavy, as if the air itself was holding its breath. Lucius remained frozen, unable to shake off his stupor, while Mrs. Malfoy looked on the verge of collapsing. Suddenly, an annoying voice echoed behind Harry.
"Lucius?" said Fudge, seeing Harry standing in front of Lucius, who was pale. Malfoy smoothed the front of his robe.
"Minister," Lucius greeted, wiping his face of anguish. "I was exchanging a few words with Mr. Potter.
Fudge looked at Harry with expressionless eyes. "Yes, minister, I was already leaving; it was a pleasure to talk to you, Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, taking Lucius's hand and squeezing it very tightly. The act seemed to disgust the man, but he did nothing to prevent the touch.
Harry let go of his grip and walked towards Mrs. Malfoy. "You must be Bellatrix Lestrange's sister and Sirius Black's cousin." Harry said, At the mention of Bellatrix and Sirius, Harry noticed both Lucius and his wife staring at him with wide eyes.
"I am," she said, trying to hide her nervousness.
“I’ve heard we’re related,” Harry said with a mocking tone, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You must be my aunt Narcissa, from my grandmother Dorea Black’s side.” He watched as Lucius and Narcissa’s faces twisted in a mix of shock and indignation, clearly unsettled by Harry’s audacity.
Mr. Malfoy smiled awkwardly. "That's right, Mr. Potter," she replied.
"I can't wait to see Draco again," Harry said, with false emotion. "I'm looking forward to seeing Draco's mark in Quidditch matches this year."
“I won’t take up any more of your time, Aunt Narcissa, Uncle Lucius,” Harry said, a sly smile playing on his lips. He extended his hand to each of them, relishing the discomfort on their faces as they reluctantly shook it. Harry could feel revulsion on Lucius's face, knowing he despised touching him because of his mother’s Muggle blood. The satisfaction of their unease made the moment even sweeter for Harry.
Harry and Mr. Weasley began to walk in silence; Harry, as soon as he walked away from them, wiped his smile from his face; Mr. Weasley said no word. He was still anguished by what had happened backwards. "What position does Lucius have here?" ordered Harry as they climbed the elevator.
“None, Lucius doesn’t work here,” Arthur replied nervously. The elevator jolted to life, its gears grinding as it began its ascent. The walls hummed with the movement, and the flickering lights cast eerie shadows. Harry could feel the slight sway as they rose, the air growing colder with each passing floor.
"None? So why are he and his wife here, and why did the minister talk to him so friendly?" muttered Harry.
“Lucius was most likely trying to influence the result of the trial; for more than two years, he has been trying to sneak into the courtroom, but some members won't allow him to. Now he may want to put his wife in his place, I’ll leave a note for Dumbledore when I drop you off; he ought to know Malfoy’s been talking to Fudge again.”
“What private business have they got together anyway?” Harry asked, wanting to know more about Lucius.
"Gold, I suppose," replied Mr. Weasley angrily. " Malfoy has been making generous donations of all kinds for years. That way he ingratiates himself with the people he is interested in. And in this way, he can ask for favours and delay laws that it does not suit him to have passed. Ah, yes, Lucius Malfoy is very well connected!”
When they arrived at Grimmauld, the Weasleys congratulated him and cheered his victory against the ministry. "It was clear that they would have to acquit you," Hermione said, hugging him tightly.
"That’s enough, settle down!!" shouted Mr. Weasley, though he was smiling too. "Listen, Sirius, we've seen Lucius and his wife at the ministry."
"What?" Sirius exclaimed sharply, rising from his seat.
"We have seen them talking on the ninth floor; then they went up to Fudge’s office together. Dumbledore ought to know," Mr. Weasley said.
Petunia walked up to him and congratulated him. "Harry dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast," Mrs. Weasley said.
Harry sat next to his aunt and opposite Hermione, Ginny, and Ron; Mr. Weasley said goodbye to his wife and marched back to the ministry. The Weasleys and Hermione spent the entire day in joyous celebration. Laughter and chatter filled the Grimmauld place as they enjoyed each other’s company. Mrs. Weasley made roast chicken with mashed potatoes, and at night, Tonks arrived with pizza and Coca-Cola. The house was alive with music, games, and the warmth of family and friends. However, Harry barely participated in the party, still upset with Dumbledore, Lucius, and the persistent burning of his scar.
That night Harry took a break from his studies, but the next day, he would start reading everything he could about dark magic and curses to protect himself from Voldemort and his followers...
Dumbledore II
Dumbledore’s search for a professor willing to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts had been more difficult than he anticipated. Sadly, the curse Riddle imposed years ago still persisted at Hogwarts to this day.
In addition, the ministry's influence against Albus made things more difficult, driving away potential candidates for the professor position. Leaving aside the issue of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, today had gone very differently than Dumbledore had planned. Fortunately for both Harry and Dumbledore, the trial concluded with Harry being acquitted of all charges.
For most of the trial, Harry defended himself against Fudge attacks, with little to no help from Albus. That was something that made him proud. But sadly, at the end of the hearing, Harry had run after him.
Throughout the trial, Albus had struggled with the urge to look Harry in the face. He knew that the boy wanted to talk to him, perhaps to ask for help about the dreams and visions that Harry must surely be experiencing right now because of the Horcrux.
But Albus avoided making eye contact with his student; staring into Harry’s eyes could allow Voldemort to extract information through their connection. That decision made Albus feel guilty for the constant danger in which Harry found himself. But he believed that keeping his distance from James and Lily’s son minimised the risk of Voldemort finding them, thus offering better protection.
Or so Albus thought until the end of the hearing; the moment Harry was acquitted; he left the courtroom as quickly as he could. He heard Harry call out to him repeatedly, but Albus ignored the boy's words.
"A big mistake I made," Albus thought.
The memory of that voice emerging from Harry’s mouth haunted Dumbledore all day. When the boy called him in the morning, Dumbledore could feel the seething anger and hatred in his student’s tone. But what troubled him most was that the voice wasn’t Harry’s—it was unmistakably Tom Marvolo Riddle’s.
"I just need time; I need more time," Dumbledore thought; he only hoped that this connection between Voldemort and Harry would not spoil his plan.
Dumbledore let out a sigh, and, at the next moment, he appeared in front of the Blacks' house. It was late, around three in the morning; Severus had just left a meeting with Voldemort; besides, Arthur had told her that there was something he wanted to show him.
He knocked on the door softly; Albus did not have to wait long; a few minutes later, Molly opened the door. "Professor, good night," the Weasley matriarch greeted him.
"Good night, Molly," Albus replied, entering the house.
He took off his coat and hung it on the rack. "Severus has just arrived," Molly said.
That was a good thing, because the meeting would not take long. "Where is he, Harry?" he asked.
"Harry is asleep," Molly said.
She led him to the kitchen, where the table had been replaced by a glossy black Pensieve. Gathered around it were Sirius, Arthur, Tonks, Shacklebolt, Moody, Lupin, and Severus. “I apologize for my delay; I had a commitment that took longer than expected,” Albus said.
The first to start was Severus, who told them how Voldemort had tortured Lucius with the Cruciatus curse. "The message Potter gave him infuriated Voldemort to the point of killing four of his allies," Severus explained.
Everyone in the kitchen was horrified. "What could Harry have said to him that would make Voldemort upset?" asked Sirius.
"That is why I have come," Albus said, taking the floor. "Even if I can't speak Parseltongue, I understand the language. Arthur, could you do us the favor of sharing your memory of what happened this morning?”
Arthur nodded and, clearly nervous, approached the pensieve. The twins’ father withdrew the memory of what happened after the trial from his head. The pensieve in the Black House worked like the one Albus had in his office, but this one had the unique ability to project the memory to everyone present.
Arthur’s memory was projected, and they saw Harry and Arthur climb the stairs. When they reached the ninth-level floor, they found Lucius Malfoy and her wife, Narcissa Malfoy. The interaction between Lucius and Harry brought those present to the edge of their seats, especially Sirius and Remus, who wanted to kill Lucius Malfoy.
Suddenly, Arthur grabbed Harry by the shoulder to pull him away from Lucius. Everyone watched in horror as Harry turned to Arthur and hissed a few words in Parseltongue. "What did he say?" asked Molly, horrified to hear that strange language.
"Harry ordered Arthur to not touch him," Albus said.
The interaction continued. When they heard him speak Parseltongue once again, Lucius and his wife’s expressions changed. ‘What’s the matter, Lucius?’ asked Harry, his voice cold and emotionless.
Molly and Tonks gasped in horror. "I want you to deliver a message to Voldemort," Harry growled, gripping Lucius tightly by the forearm.
Harry again began to whistle in Parseltongue. Albus listened in horror to Harry’s words. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Molly covering her ears to stop listening to Harry’s hiss, which sounded like that of an angry snake. The memory continued for a while, and they watched as Harry switched roles; it was now he who had the advantage over Lucius and his wife.
I'm looking forward to seeing Draco's mark in Quidditch matches this year." Harry said sarcastically. At the end of the memoir, Harry said goodbye to Narcissa and Lucius, calling them uncles.
"What did Harry say?" asked Sirius.
Albus sighed and proceeded to tell them Harry's words. In the end, everyone looked at each other in horror. “Why would Harry say that?” asked Tonks, frightened.
"To challenge him," Albus confessed.
"Challenge him? Has Harry lost his mind? Remus exclaimed.
“Potter wants Voldemort to reveal himself to the world,’ said Moody, frowning. One eye was fixed on the image in the pensieve, while the other looked up at the ceiling.
"I thought the same," Albus said. "It seems that Harry's words clearly made Voldemort furious. Now we have to wait to see what move he and his followers will make."
"What did Harry mean by hoping to see Draco's mark?" asked Tonks.
Everyone's eyes focused on Severus, who had a stoic gaze, not letting them see his emotions. "Draco has been constantly asking to be marked by the Dark Lord," revealed Severus, who was Draco's godfather. "Apparently Harry Potter mentioned Draco to ignite Lucius' anger."
"What do you think, Professor?" asked Tonks.
The tension in the kitchen was palpable after Arthur shared his memory. "Harry's threat to Voldemort only added more wood to the fire; Riddle is not the kind of wizard who stands idly by in the face of this kind of insult," Albus assured them while stroking his beard. "Now that Harry has flipped the coin in the air, it will only be a matter of time before we see what Voldemort will do."
“We must do something!” Sirius exclaimed, his face pale. Albus could feel the anguish and despair in Harry’s godfather as he saw how much his godson had changed.
"There's nothing to do, Black," Moody growled. His magic eye was still looking up at the ceiling, probably looking at something. "Potter is no longer a child."
"He’s only fifteen!’ Molly exclaimed, her voice trembling with horror. Her face was pale, and her eyes were wide with fear at the thought of Voldemort directly attacking Harry.
“A boy who has faced Voldemort more times than anyone in this room,” growled Alastor. “As Potter said, he defeated Voldemort as a baby, killed his teacher who was possessed by Voldemort in his first year, and destroyed a basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in his second year. And that’s not all—he also fought Voldemort in the graveyard. What we need to do now is train him.”
"My godson is not a soldier, Alastor," Sirius growled, staring at Moody with murderous eyes.
"Well, he will have to learn how to be one if he wants to survive this war," said Alastor.
Sirius and Lupin looked at him for help. “Alastor is right,” Albus said after a while.
"You can't be serious, Professor; Harry's just a boy," shouted Molly.
Albus took off his glasses and wiped the cloth with his robe. "I'm aware of that, Molly," he said, putting his glasses back on. "But as Alastor rightly said, Harry has faced Voldemort on multiple occasions, and he has survived all of them. Although some will say that it was luck or mere coincidence, that is still a surprising act, so, much to my regret, we must train him for when the time comes," Albus explained.
Molly began to cry, and Sirius got up from his chair and turned his back on them. "The main thing we need to do is teach him the art of shutting his mind," Albus continued, looking at Snape. "Harry must learn as quickly as possible about Occlumancy, Severus; could you instruct Harry? After all, this is your area."
Severus nodded. Molly, who was crying, wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "He's already been learning occlumency on his own," she said, taking everyone by surprise.
"What do you say, Molly?" asked Albus.
“A few days ago, I saw Harry in the library reading; when I asked him what he read, Harry told me it was about Occlumency and Legilimency," Molly replied.
At the end of the night, everyone went home; Albus stayed to talk alone with Sirius, who looked sad. He found Harry's godfather in the living room, sitting in the darkness with only moonlight streaming through the window.
"James and Lily would be ashamed of me for the incompetent way I raised Harry," Sirius confessed in a broke voice.
Albus said nothing; let Sirius vent. "I should be the one to defend him from those who want to hurt him, but it's Harry who defends himself every time," Sirius sighed, shaking his head. "Every time I want to get close to him, I feel like Harry takes twenty steps away from me. Thinking about killing at just fifteen years old! For Morgana’s sake, he should be worrying about things boys his age does, like which Hogwarts girl is interested in him or what the fastest broom this year is, not about learning Occlumency to keep a maniac out of his mind.”
"I understand your concern and your desire for Harry to have a normal life, Sirius. However, the circumstances we face do not allow us to do so. Harry has shown bravery and maturity beyond his years, and while it's painful to watch him mature so quickly, we need to prepare him for the challenges he faces. Occlumency is a crucial tool to protect his mind from Voldemort. It is not fair, but it is necessary. We must support and guide him, making sure that he also has moments of normalcy and joy in the midst of all this, Dumbledore explained.
His words did not seem to satiate Sirius, who let out a snort and looked out the window. Albus said goodbye to Sirius, leaving him alone with his grief. At the end of the night, Albus returned to school. Starting tonight, he would change some things because of what had happened earlier.
As usual, Albus withdrew his memory from Harry and Voldemort to place it in a jar and keep it with the others...
Harry VI
In the days following his hearing and his encounter with Lucius and his wife, Harry continued studying and looking at Voldemort's memories until his body could take no more; his training in Occlumency had advanced exponentially, and now his scar burnt a few times a day, but more importantly, he had learned to organize his mind.
Voldemort’s memories were organized in his mind, from his childhood to his transformation into the monster he is now. However, seeing those memories made Harry’s scar hurt, so he was careful about what he viewed. Witnessing Voldemort’s memories meant seeing some of the worst crimes humanity had ever committed.
But Harry didn't just learn spells, potions, or other methods of torture; the most important thing he learned from Voldemort’s memories was how to please women. Harry slid the golden snitch across his Aunt Petunia's body, down the valley of her breasts to the bottom of her pelvis. She was sitting on his lap, naked as the day she was born, moaning and writhing in pleasure as she watched her husband and son sleep.
Petunia clutched the armrests with such force that her knuckles turned white, her nails digging deep into the fabric. Her toes curled and twisted against the floor, from the unbearable pleasure at the friction of the snitch against her clitoris. "Shh," Harry whispered in her ear, making her gasp. He pulled her back closer to his chest. ‘You don't want to wake Uncle Vernon.’
"Oh, my god, I'm cumming!" confessed Petunia in a drowning moan. His aunt kicked the red carpet with her bare feet, her body twisted against his chest.
Harry smiled broadly as he caressed Petunia's body with his free hand. He grabbed his aunt by the neck and forced her to look at him. Harry looked into his aunt's lust-filled green eyes and planted a lascivious kiss on her. Harry's tongue slipped into her mouth and played with her. Petunia squirmed against him, grinding her ass against his swollen cock that tightened in his trousers.
“Jesus Christ!” Petunia whimpered, sucking his tongue. Harry growled and pressed the snitch into her sore clitoris. His aunt shrieked, but the kiss drowned out her voice. “Fuck me, please; fuck your aunt.”
Harry bit his lower lip softly, making Petunia shiver. He smiled at the new version of his aunt. Petunia was easily broken by the accumulation of emotions she had felt over the past month. Years without her husband’s touch, combined with Harry’s accusations about how she and her husband had ruined his life and how ashamed her sister Lily would be of her, weighed heavily on her. But most importantly, it was Harry’s promise to live in the wizarding world and have children who would attend Hogwarts that shattered her completely.
He pulled the snitch out of her pussy, and Petunia let out a disappointed moan. "Get up, whore," Harry ordered her. His aunt rose quickly from his lap, her ass and firm tits bouncing as she stood up.
"‘Look at you; you're completely naked in front of your husband and your son." He said with a smirk, rising from the brown sofa and looking hungrily at her body. Petunia blushed slightly at his words.
Abruptly, Harry grabbed her by the hair, and Petunia gasped in surprise. "Look at them!" growled Harry, forcing her to walk to their beds. "Anything you want to say to your fucking husband?"
Petunia was standing in front of her husband, who was fast asleep. "Come on!" said Harry.
"I need a real man, Vernon!" moaned Petunia, feeling Harry's fingers inside her hot, wet pussy. "Not an obese man who can't even look at his cock."
Harry laughed darkly and congratulated Petunia for confessing her feelings. "Now it's Dudley's turn," Harry said, dragging Petunia by the hair to his son's bed, again placing Petunia in front of Dudley. "Tell this scum you call son how you feel."
Petunia was silent for a few moments. "Come on, don't be shy," Harry sneered, pushing Petunia's naked body further into Dudley's face.
“I’m sorry, Dudley, but Mommy needs a real child, not a spoilt bully,” Petunia confessed, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
"You're a nasty woman," Harry growled, kissing Petunia's neck and pressing his bulge against her ass, his hands kneading her breasts, making Petunia whimper in front of Dudley. "Now pull out my cock." Petunia turned around and easily released his cock from his trousers.
With a sharp movement, Harry turned her around so she could see Dudley. ‘Now I want you to watch your son while I fuck you,’ Harry growled, sliding his cock into her pussy.
Petunia covered her mouth, drowning out her moan. "Fuck, you're so tight!" growled Harry, gritting his teeth.
He fucked her roughly in front of Dudley and Vernon. Harry also forced her to say things about them, which Petunia did very willingly. He wanted to break and destroy her mentally for the things she had done to him as a child. "I'm a pervert!" confessed Petunia as she bounced on Harry’s cock. "A whore addicted to a wizard cock!"
After several minutes, Harry poured his semen into her womb; fortunately, neither Vernon nor his son were awakened by Andromeda’s potions. Finally, he and Petunia left the room to fuck in their bedroom. Today was the last day of summer holiday, so Harry wanted to enjoy it as much as possible with the witches in the house.
When his hunger for sex was satisfied, Harry bathed and dressed and locked himself in the library to study. After the encounter with Lucius a few days ago, the members of the order were much more alert than before, waiting for Voldemort's attack.
Harry had consciously confronted Voldemort, challenging him to come out of hiding and show himself to the skeptical public. His primary objective had been to provoke Voldemort's wrath; Harry was well aware of how easy Voldemort was to offend. His words must have had an effect, as the next day, Harry received news that Voldemort, in a fit of rage, had killed four of his allies and tortured Lucius.
Leaving Voldemort and his followers aside, things at headquarters had become hectic. Sirius’ behavior changed noticeably after Dumbledore translated the message he had sent to Voldemort.
His godfather became deeply saddened and depressed upon learning that Harry planned to eliminate Voldemort’s followers. Additionally, Harry suspected that Sirius hoped he would be expelled from Hogwarts so they could live together. Sirius seemed to see Harry as a reincarnation or extension of his own father.
Lord Black hoped that, deep down, Harry was like his father, James, or that he might return to being the person Sirius had met in their third year. "But that's no longer possible," Harry murmured, rising from his seat after two hours of studying.
As the end of the holidays approached, Harry fantasized more and more about Hogwarts. He was eager to see how much he had improved through his independent study. Harry entered the room where Hermione and Ginny were talking.
"The book lists have arrived," Hermione said excitedly, handing a letter to Harry.
"It was about time; I thought they had forgotten; they usually arrive much earlier," Ginny said, opening hers.
Harry’s eyes admired the two beauties in front of him. Hermione was dressed in skinny jeans and a crisp white shirt, while Ginny wore jeans and a vibrant red tank top. Ginny sat cross-legged on the bed, exuding a casual yet confident vibe.
Ginny saw that Harry was looking at her and smiled kindly at him; suddenly, Hermione let out a squeal of excitement and began to jump. "I knew it, I knew it!" screamed Hermione, happily, showing Harry her badge. “I’ve been selected as a prefect.”
Suddenly the twins appeared on Hermione's side, scaring her. "What's going on here?" said George.
"It seems that Dumbledore has chosen Hermione as a prefect," Harry said.
Ron entered the room, growling in frustration because his mother had assigned him the task of cleaning a moldy room. Harry opened his letter and was petrified to see the scarlet and golden badge on his envelope, next to the letter that named him prefect.
Hermione saw the badge Harry was holding in his hand and let out a squeal. "I knew it!" she shouted excitedly, throwing herself at Harry, giving him a big hug. “I knew they would appoint us both as prefects!”
Harry enjoyed Hermione's body pressed against his chest. His friend smelt of vanilla perfume. "We knew Dumbledore would make you prefect," Fred said, with a smile.
“Dumbledore had to do it after what happened in the tournament,” George added with a smile.
Hermione broke the embrace with a slight blush, and Harry kept his hand on her lower back. "Congratulations to both of you," Ron said, with a smile, a little forced.
Suddenly, the Weasleys' mother came in with a pile of clothes. "Now that your list of books has arrived, if you give them to me, I'll go to Diagon Alley this afternoon and buy you the books while you’re packing," Mrs. Weasley said. “Harry, darling, about the ties you asked for—tell me what color you want so I can buy them at Madame Malkin’s.”
"Buy them red and gold to match his badge," Fred said with a smug smile.
Mrs. Weasley's brown eyes widened full of happiness. "I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Oh, Harry, how wonderful! I knew you would be prefect this year!" said Molly, running up to him and hugging him tightly.
Mrs. Weasley kissed his cheek and placed the badge on the lapel of his suit. "What wonderful news! I'm sure they will end up naming you as a delegate as your mother was!" said Molly, with her hand on her cheek. "Oh, what wonderful news in the midst of all these problems. I'm delighted. Oh, Harry, I'm sure Remus and Sirius will be just as fascinated!"
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, watching as the twins pretended to vomit.
“This achievement deserves celebration! How about we get a cake, honey?” asked Molly, stroking his cheek.
"That's perfect, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.
Well, I’d better get going. I’ll see you all later.
Mrs. Weasley stroked his cheek fondly before leaving the room. Fred and George, in a mocking tone, commented that their mother preferred Harry. The five of them continued talking until the conversation shifted to the Slytherins.
"Draco will be prefect of Slytherin," Harry assured quietly.
The atmosphere fell into the room. "How do you know?" asked Hermione.
"Snape must have suggested it to Dumbledore," Harry said, looking at his friend. "Besides, Lucius would be fascinated that his son is a prefect, so we should be on alert this year."
"I don't think we should go that far," Ginny said.
His eyes were fixed on Ron’s younger sister. "Do you think?" asked Harry calmly. “Do the names Malfoy, Avery, Nott, Montague, Crabbe, Goyle, Warrington, and Carrow are familiar to you?
None of them answered. "They're all Death Eaters' children," Harry noted. "Do you think Voldemort doesn't have any of his followers inside Hogwarts?"
The Weasleys and Hermione looked at each other. "But Dumbledore wouldn't allow it," Ron said.
“Dumbledore allowed someone to manipulate the tournament cup into becoming a portkey,” Harry clarified. "This is something that not even Dumbledore will be able to avoid."
Suddenly, the door opened, and Sirius and Lupin walked in with a smile. “Molly told us that you have been appointed prefect,' Lupin said.
The Weasleys and Hermione left, leaving Harry alone with his parents' friends. “I still remember when Dumbledore appointed me prefect,” Lupin said, a sad smile crossing his face as he reminisced about his youth. "I was prefect with your mother."
"James and I never had what it took to be prefects," added Sirius, who was delighted that Harry had been elected prefect.
Lupin told her all about being a prefect, just like the times his mother caught his father and Sirius sneaking out of the common room in the middle of the night. Sirius and Lupin left, leaving Harry to pack his luggage. As he packed, Harry heard his bedroom door knock.
"Go ahead," Harry said.
Ginny walked through the door with a slight blush on her face. "I wanted to congratulate you on being prefect, Harry," Ginny said.
"Thank you," Harry said, watching with interest as Ginny walked into his room and sat up on the bed.
"Do you really think there will be Death Eaters among the students this year?" she asked, fearful.
Harry closed his trunk and looked at Ginny. "I'm sure, Gin," he said, taking a seat next to her.
His eyes swept over Ginny's small body; her height was 5'5" tall. Ron's younger sister did not inherit her mother's voluptuous body, but that did not make Ginny any less beautiful; she had bright orange hair, porcelain white skin, a slender body, and a beautiful face with bright blue eyes.
"Mom is very terrified of everything that's going on recently—the Dementor attack, your hearing at the ministry, and now your encounter with Lucius," Ginny said a little nervously. “Your appointment as prefect brought some relief to everyone in the house.”
Watching Ginny’s face made his cock hard on his trousers. Her fiery red hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes sparkled with warmth that made him want to bury his cock in her mouth. Harry took Ginny’s small hand in his, catching her by surprise. "It'll be all right, Gin," Harry said, his voice hoarse, shaking Ron's sister slightly.
Ginny stared at their intertwined hands, her eyes lingering on the way his hand enveloped hers. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, her eyes tracing the path up his arm until they finally met his face. Since the third year, there has been tension between the two. Harry had never tried anything with Ginny out of respect for the Weasleys, but now he doesn't care anymore.
Slowly, Harry brought his face to Ginny's lips; she let out a slight squeal of surprise, but she gladly moved her lips. Harry's right hand slowly placed it around Ginny's neck, making her gasp.
“Harry,” Ginny sighed, her breath carrying the fresh scent of toothpaste. "You kiss very well."
He just laughed lightly and continued kissing her. Harry pressed his tongue to Ginny's lips, and she gladly welcomed him to her tongue. He kissed her for several minutes; their breathing was heavy.
Harry laid Ginny on the bed, but unfortunately their moment of privacy was interrupted by someone. Harry heard a noise and broke the kiss. Standing in the doorway was Petunia, looking with open eyes at the scene.
Ginny left the room, terrified that someone might catch her kissing him. "I'll see you at dinner," Ginny said, red with embarrassment, getting out of bed and out the door.
Harry got out of bed and looked at his aunt, who was still motionless and frowning. "Remember you're my whore," Harry growled, grabbing her face. “You don't have a voice about who I fuck.”
A couple of hours later, around six, Mrs. Weasley returned from Diagon Alley, her arms laden with books and Harry’s ties. At party time, Ginny hadn't looked him in the face, and it seemed that she was avoiding Harry.
At eight o'clock in the evening, down in the cellar, Mrs. Weasley had hung a red banner on the table, filled to the brim with food, which read:
"CONGRATULATIONS, Harry and Hermie, NEW PREFECTS."
Mrs. Weasley was in a very good mood, wearing her turquoise robes that highlighted her red hair. "I thought it was a good idea to have a small party instead of serving dinner at the table," the Weasley matriarch explained to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny as they entered the room. "I'm afraid Arthur and Bill won't be able to join us; they're doubling shifts at work."
Soon Tonks and Kingsley both congratulated Harry on being prefect; Alastor Moody also arrived that night, and Mrs. Weasley asked him to take care of a boggart. "Prefect, eh?” growled Moody, his normal eye on Harry and his magical eye swiveling around to gaze into the side of his head at Sirius. "Well, congratulations, Potter."
The party was peaceful; the adults drank from the firewhiskey that Tonks brought, while Harry and the others drank from butterbeer and pumpkin juice. "I was never prefect," Tonks assured, next to Harry.
Harry didn't pay much attention to the conversation; he looked at Sirius, who was just drinking from his firewhiskey. He chatted with the twins until Moody called him over. "Come here, Potter," Moody growled.
Mad-Eye took out a photograph of the ancient order of the phoenix in which his parents were. "I heard you've been learning occlumency and legitimacy," said Moody, drinking from his flask.
Harry nodded. "Well, that's good," Moody growled. "Many in the Order still think that you are a child who cannot defend himself, and many in this room believe that you are not ready to witness the things that are coming. But I think you should be the first to know; if you ever need my help, just ask for it; I'll gladly teach you a couple of tricks."
"I appreciate your offer, Professor," Harry said, with a smile. He tried to return the photo to Moody, but Moody refused.
"Keep it as a gift," Alastor said.
At the end of the party, Mrs. Weasley dismissed Tonks, Alastor, and Kingsley, and she also sent her children and Hermione to sleep. "I think it's my time to go, too," Lupin said, stretching his legs.
Sirius said goodnight, leaving only Harry and Mrs. Weasley awake in the house. He gave Harry a reassuring smile and a quick hug before heading upstairs. As he walked to his room, his footsteps echoed softly in the quiet hallway. "Harry, honey, you should go to sleep; tomorrow you have to wake up early," Mrs. Weasley said, worried.
"Don't worry, I want to help you clean the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley," Harry lied, smiling.
The beautiful woman smiled at him and pinched his cheek. "Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to do that," Molly said.
"I insist," Harry said, assuring Molly that he wasn't going anywhere.
In the end she gave up, and together they went down to the basement. Already in the basement, Harry helped her clean up. "I forgot to mention it, Mrs. Weasley; you look beautiful again tonight; is that dress new?" asked Harry once he finished removing the sign and balloons.
Mrs. Wesley blushed. "Oh, Harry, you're so kind! Thank you very much for the compliment. Yes, this dress is new; I bought it for a special occasion. I'm glad you like it," she said. As Mrs. Wesley modelled her turquoise dress, she gracefully twirled, letting the fabric flow around her. She struck a few elegant poses, showing off the dress’s intricate design and vibrant color. The dress shimmered under the light, highlighting its beautiful hue and the way it complemented her figure.
Mrs. Weasley took a bunch of dishes to the dishwasher and showed her ass to Harry, who admired Mrs. Weasley's body from behind. "Bloody hell, look at that," Harry thought. With his cock hard as a rock, Ginny had left him with his balls full of cum after their session of kissing.
Today was her last day here, so she wouldn't see Mrs. Weasley for a long time. According to Mrs. Weasley, no one in her family had noticed her weight loss, and she had been blushing at their comments, which made her very happy. She blushed like a maiden at Harry’s continuous compliments. "Fuck everything; it's now or never.," Harry thought, looking lustfully at Ron's mother.
He approached her with a few more plates and placed them on the sink. "Thank you so much for helping me, Harry," she said, with a smile.
"It's always a pleasure to help you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, giving her a flirtatious smile that made her blush slightly.
His smile seemed to make Molly nervous, and she accidentally threw a wooden spoon on the floor. "Oh, I'm so silly!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, laughing nervously.
Before she bent down to pick up the spoon, Harry did it for her; on the way, he inspected her body. "Here you go," Harry said. Harry gently took Molly’s hand, feeling the surprising delicacy of her touch as he handed her the spoon. Her hands were incredibly soft, like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose, a stark contrast to the roughness he had expected from years of household work. Up close, the changes in her appearance were more noticeable. Her face and body had a more defined structure.
They both looked at each other carefully. Harry’s green eyes took in Mrs. Weasley’s oval face, her brown eyes, and her lips painted with dark red lipstick. Harry could understand why Mr. Weasley gave seven children to Mrs. Weasley; it was very obvious that she had been very beautiful before she neglected herself, but now that she had lost many pounds, her natural shape of her face had returned.
Molly coughed to tear her eyes away from Harry. "I think you should go to sleep, Harry," she said, with a strong blush.
Harry didn’t take his eyes off her. In profile, he analyzed the perfect shape of her nose and realized that Ginny had inherited her mother’s nose and lips. "I'm not sleepy, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, his voice hoarse. “I still can’t understand why your husband hasn’t praised you for your weight loss. You really do look very beautiful, Mrs. Weasley.”
The Weasley matriarch slid back a plate that splashed them both with water; she laughed nervously as her eyes glanced at Harry and then down at his wet shirt. "Harry, what are you saying, honey?" exclaimed Molly, taking off her water-soaked apron. "Look how stupid I was; I already ruined your suit."
Harry watched her dry her hands and try to dry his suit. "I'm being serious, Mrs. Weasley," he said, holding Mrs. Weasley's hands, who looked at him with a strong blush the same color as her hair.
"Harry, it could be your mother," she said, in an attempt to make him see what she was doing.
"But you're not my mother, Mrs. Weasley," Harry added, stroking her soft hands with his nubs. “You deserve a reward for everything you have done for me.”
Slowly Harry approached her. "H-Harry" stammered Molly at his approach. "You can't, I'm..."
Harry kissed her passionately; her lips tasted like strawberry cake. Mrs. Weasley fought the kiss and tried to push him, but Harry was much stronger than her. After a short time, Mrs. Weasley stopped fighting and responded to the kiss. "You don't know how much I dreamed of this, Mrs. Weasley," Harry growled, squeezing her huge breasts.
"Harry!" she moaned, feeling his cock against her belly. "We can't; this is wrong."
He kissed her neck, causing her to gasp. "If this is wrong, why are you moaning, Mrs. Weasley?" he asked, claiming his swollen lips again. Harry carried her against the sink. “You deserve adoration and love, not neglect and worry.”
"My children?" murmured Molly, catching her breath. "What will my sons think of me when they find out that their mother slept with their best friend?"
"They don't have to know about it; grant me tonight, Mrs. Weasley," Harry growled, biting her full lips. "Just you and me, no one else, no Voldemort; forget your son Percy, who ignores you at this time, and forget you're married."
Harry hated begging for sex, but it was the only way he could fuck Mrs. Weasley. She looked at him with watery eyes. Harry knew she needed this too. Molly had half of her family in the order; her son wouldn't talk to them, and her husband wouldn't touch her or tell her she looked beautiful, so she was the one who needed this more than Harry himself.
Molly didn't answer, so Harry took her silence as a yes. He kissed her again, and this time she wrapped her arms around his neck. They both kissed all over the kitchen, until Harry took her to the table, where he broke the kiss.
"This dress is in my way," Harry growled, unzipping the back of Molly's dress, the dress falling around her feet, leaving Mrs. Weasley in just her underwear.
Harry could appreciate a little of her slender body; she had really lost weight. “Arthur Weasley, you’re the stupidest man alive for not satisfying this woman,” thought Harry, watching as Molly undid her bra, releasing her huge pair of tits.
"Fuck," Harry growled at the sight of those mounds of flesh. "What a pair of beauties."
Harry took a breast in his hands, and Molly gasped; her nipples were a pretty pink color. He looked at her face and slowly brought her nipple to his mouth. ‘Harry!’ moaned Molly as she felt his mouth sucking on her nipple like a hungry baby.
Harry choked between her tits. He breathed in the scent of her skin, sucked, and licked her pink nipples until they were hard and swollen like peas. ‘I can't take it anymore; I need to fuck you now,’ Harry growled, grabbing Molly around the waist and sitting her on the table.
Mrs. Weasley nodded, her face red as a tomato. "How beautiful you are, Mrs. Weasley," Harry growled, claiming her lips.
"Stop saying that, Harry," Molly squealed, her neck red with so much embarrassment.
Harry just smiled; he spread her legs and ordered Molly to lie down on the table. He planted kisses on her breasts and belly up to her blue underwear. He looked into her eyes, and she nodded slightly. Slowly, Harry pulled her underwear down her short legs; once her panties were removed, Harry admired her pink pussy.
A beautiful carrot-red bush adorned her pussy. "I hope it doesn't bother you; I haven't had sex in a long time." Molly apologized, embarrassed. Harry shook his head, stroking Molly's bush with his fingers.
"It doesn't bother me at all," he said, stroking her pink lips. "You don't know how hard I want to eat your pussy right now, but I'm afraid we're short on time."
Desperately, Harry released his cock confined to his trousers, his seven and a half inches bouncing in the air, making Molly's eyes widen in surprise at the size of his shaft. “Merlin's beard!” exclaimed the beautiful woman, seeing his throbbing cock.
Harry was proud of his cock; from her reaction, he knew that her husband didn't have a large cock compared to his. “Here I come, Mrs. Weasley,” he warned, guiding his shaft of flesh into her wet hole.
Molly nodded effusively, his cock lined up with her entrance, and slowly, Harry slid his cock into her pussy. The two moaned with pleasure. Molly's pussy was hot and wet. "You're very hot and tight, Mrs. Wesley," Harry growled, shuddering at her squeezing pussy.
“You make me feel so good too, Harry; you're going deep inside me, honey,” she confessed.
When his cock fully entered her pussy, Harry waited a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of Molly's warm pussy. He leaned forward and kissed her again, feeling her hot skin against his chest. They both kissed passionately, their hands intertwined. Harry bit her lip, and she sucked on his tongue, making him growl.
"I'll start moving, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, breaking the kiss.
Molly nodded cheerfully. "It's okay, honey," she said. Harry laughed. Even though he was in this situation, he kept calling her Mrs. Weasley, and she kept treating him like one of her children.
Slowly, Harry moved his hips, pulling out a few inches from his cock; his hands grabbed Molly's wide hips; he sighed and again thrust his cock; his thrusts gradually became faster, causing the beautiful woman to start moaning and writhing with pleasure.
"Oh, Harry!" moaned Molly. Soon Harry's thrusts were getting faster and faster, and the kitchen was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, combined with Harry and Mrs. Weasley's moans and grunts. "Honey, you're driving me crazy."
Her huge breasts jumped hypnotically, and Harry's hands caressed Molly's thighs, hips, and tits as his cock moved in and out of her pussy. Molly's first orgasm came when his cock came out of her pussy and slid down her swollen clitoris. Molly covered her mouth to avoid howling and waking her family or Sirius's mother's painting.
Harry smiled proudly at making her come and planted kisses all over her body. He kissed Mrs. Weasley as she recovered from her orgasm. He moved them both to a chair, where he ordered Molly to sit on top of him. Mrs. Weasley took his cock in her hand and lined it up with pussy; both continued fucking while kissing; she rode his cock, causing Harry to clench his hands on the edge of the chair.
"I'm coming, Mrs. Weasley," Harry growled as he kissed her. "I'm going to come on your tits."
Molly shook her head. "Inside, cum inside me," she ordered. Biting his lower lip, he continued to hammer her sweet hole. "I'm going to cum too; I'm so close, Harry."
Molly kissed him to drown out her moans. She accelerated the swaying of her hips to force him to cum inside her. Harry felt her pussy contract and squeeze around his cock, and with a growl, Harry came inside Ginny's mother. Matriarch Weasley moaned in her mouth, five strings of cum poured into her belly.
He pressed his forehead against hers and claimed Mrs. Weasley's lips; he hugged her to feel more of her warmth; he didn't care that they were both covered in sweat. "That was amazing," Harry confessed, hugging her tenderly. "I hope I have made you feel good, at least tonight, Mrs. Weasley."
"Not a word to anyone, honey," she ordered, seriously.
Harry smiled when he saw her extremely nervous. "My lips are a sealed tomb, I swear to you," he assured.
Harry and Mrs. Weasley stayed cuddling for about five minutes, kissing and enjoying how his cock was slowly shrinking inside her. At the end of the night, Mrs. Weasley got dressed and ordered him to go to sleep; he obediently left, leaving her alone in the kitchen.