Chapter 4
"How do we get inside the entrance to the Chamber?" Nym asked.
"Saphira and I have explored this bathroom many times," Harry said. "Dragon magic is very powerful and dragon strength even more so. We know this sink fixture collapses into the floor when the wards are activated with the correct verbal phrase. But we don't need the phrase. We have Saphira."
Myrtle was absent from the bathroom, wanting no part of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. But the ghost would keep the trio's secrets or she would be exorcised from that plane of existence. Saphira strode over to the sink fixture and focusing her senses she quickly located the near-invisible crack which marked the region where the sink divided to collapse into the floor. With her massive paws Saphira drove her talons into the crack with a rending sound and proceeded to overpower the magical wards which kept the sink closed with both her physical and magical might. Finally the wards collapsed and the sink fully disappeared into the floor, opening to reveal a dark circular opening.
"Hop on," Saphira instructed.
The trio did so and Saphira began to enter the tunnel that moments before was far too small for her. The enchantments on the dragon's collar widened the opening to extend beyond her wing tips, allowing her to glide down the curving tunnel. The quartet descended into the Earth to a depth that went even below the castle's dungeons. The slope of the pipe leveled out into a normal angle inside of a dark damp tunnel.
Nym flicked her wand and an elevation was displayed to the magicians as Saphira stepped into the tunnel proper.
"We're miles below Hogwarts," Nym announced.
"I think we're in a cave system that runs below the Black Lake," Hermione suggested as she noticed the dampness of the walls. "Slytherin must have discovered the system and kept it secret from the other Founders."
"He probably expanded it a great deal himself," Harry added as he flung out his hands and caused small globes of light to fly out and position themselves along the tunnel.
"I smell snake," Saphira commented so that all three of her companions could hear.
"You'd best lead the way Saphira," Harry suggested.
The first sign of the basilisk the explorers came to consisted of many small animal bones lining the floor of the tunnel. Nym was periodically sending spells into the stone lining the tunnel to check for weaknesses. Around a bend in the tunnel the second sign of a basilisk inhabiting the tunnel network reared itself in the form of a shed skin, a massive skin.
"Bloody hell," Hermione cursed. "It must be thirty feet or longer."
"That skin is old," Saphira informed her companions.
"If anyone would know Saphira would," Nym pointed out. "Let's be careful…the tunnel section around the skin seems to be weaker than the rest."
"The basilisk probably destabilized the walls as it rubbed the skin off," Hermione suggested.
Harry focused on the walls of the tunnel, prepared to teleport tons of rock into the Black Lake far above if it was needed. But the group moved safely past the skin with no sign of the ceiling caving in. The tunnel curved several times as the quartet pressed on. After ten minutes of cautiously advancing the four beings encountered a solid wall in which the figure of two serpent heads was carved. The eyes of the twin serpents were large sparkling emeralds. Saphira opened this portal as well, her massive frame and magical might proving too much for the wards protecting the Chamber of Secrets. Powerful he may have been but Slytherin's enchantments were no match for a dragon of Saphira's breed centuries after the wizard had died. Saphira led the way into the Chamber.
The orbs of light Harry cast out lit up the long Chamber. Tall white pillars lining the sides of the cavern were entwined with snake carvings and supported the ceiling. A statue dominated the far wall showing the not-too-attractive visage of Salazar Slytherin himself.
"You would think a bloke with a face like that wouldn't be too eager to show it off in such a fashion," Nym declared, causing her companions to let out a short laugh.
"Where's the snake?" Hermione queried aloud.
"In Harry's pants," Nym deadpanned with a smirk.
"I walked right into that one didn't I?" Hermione said while the wizard in question groaned.
"Yes, yes you did," Nym confirmed.
"The basilisk is through the mouth of that statue," Saphira informed the two witches, amused at their antics.
Saphira and her Rider could both sense the many enchantments in the Chamber of Secrets. The wards designed to open Slytherin's mouth were activated by a verbal cue.
"Take up position behind those pillars while Saphira and I discuss reality with the King of Serpents," Harry instructed, his tone brooking no argument. Both witches did as instructed as their mate allowed his true form to show through. Harry summoned his stave into his right hand and quickly changed it into Brisingr. "Would you do the honors Saphira?"
"Gladly," the dragon replied as she stood on her hind legs and smashed at the mouth of the statue with one massive paw.
Harry sent a highly focused piercing curse at the portal just before Saphira's claws smashed into it. With a magical explosion the wards collapsed under the dual assault of Rider and dragon. Saphira backed away from the entrance. Moments later the basilisk came slithering out of the mouth of the statue, attracted to the commotion at the entrance to its lair.
"Who dares disturb my rest," Harry heard the massive serpent hiss through Saphira's mind.
The Rider telepathically translated the hissing noise for his two ladies. The basilisk was quite a great deal bigger than the skin found in the tunnel the group had passed through. The serpent was fifty feet in length and thicker than Harry was tall. The sorcerer looked into the snake's eyes with no fear and saw surprise in the serpent's gaze. The warlock felt his wards working to absorb the temporal energy. The basilisk could not see Saphira unless she wanted him to.
"I do, Harry Potter, Rider of Saphira," Harry projected into the snake's mind while Saphira guided his thoughts through their bond so that the serpent understood the words.
"What are you?" The serpent demanded as it finished sliding out of the statue and coiled its great length at the base while rising up to examine the dark haired being that stood fearlessly before it. "You should be dead. You are not a snake-speaker."
"I am a dragon Rider, snake. I am also your new master. You will obey me or you will die," Harry declared.
"Oh will I," the basilisk responded in amusement. "Where is your dragon little being?"
"I am here," Saphira replied as she made herself visible to the basilisk.
Saphira was larger even than the King of Serpents by this point in her life. The basilisk hissed threateningly and loudly at Saphira before lunging forward, its fangs at the ready. The agile dragon dodged the serpent with the natural agility of her race. The chamber expanded in whatever direction Saphira moved while it returned to normal behind her as she left that region of space. Saphira used her body and her large tail in particular to smack the sprung snake in the back of the head hard. The basilisk crashed to the floor of the chamber, causing the ground to shake. Stretched out lengthwise the serpent was in the perfect position for the trap.
Harry focused with his abilities and caused the stone floor to change. Liquid stone rose up in the air in massive finger-like projections that wrapped themselves up and down the length of the snake. The stone was transmuted to cold steel and solidified within seconds, trapping the dazed serpent against the floor. As the basilisk recovered from its daze it let out a screeching hissing noise that Rider and dragon interpreted as rage.
"Release me or I will digest you for a thousand years while you live instead of killing you quickly," the basilisk demanded.
"Bloody hell I'm releasing you," Harry declared as he raised his hands in the air and summoned forth a specially prepared device for this occasion from his trunk.
Two large half circles appeared in the air where the mage was directing his hands, remotely teleported at his command. Harry telekinetically directed a half ring on either side of the struggling serpent and snapped the device together around the beast's neck. Immediately a battle of willpower and magical might began. It was the basilisk versus the combined strength of Saphira and her Rider. The bonded pair became disconnected from the world outside of their bodies as they battled the King of Serpents on a mental battleground. It was a fight to completely dominate the basilisk's will aided by the runically enchanted collar Harry had placed on the subdued serpent. For what seemed like days to the combatants but was actually only thirty-eight minutes the three powerhouses struggled. Finally the King of Serpents succumbed to the bonded pair, collapsing to the Chamber's floor in mental exhaustion.
"Bloody hell Harry…we thought you were planning on killing it," Nym declared.
"Of course only you would attempt to domesticate a basilisk Harry," Hermione suggested wryly.
"Oh he's far from domesticated," Harry assured with a grin as he released the metal binding his new pet to the floor. As the basilisk rose up the sorcerer directed it to use its inner eyelid which would negate its deadly stare. "But he will obey me."
"Or I'll eat him," Saphira declared, causing the bipeds in the Chamber to laugh.
"Do you have a name?" Harry asked the basilisk.
"First master called me snake, new master," the basilisk answered.
"How original of Slytherin," Nym replied sarcastically.
"I think I will call you Squamis," the Rider announced.
"Scales in English," Hermione translated from Latin.
"I suppose that is better than calling him snake," Nym said. "How about, we have a look around. This is the Chamber of Secrets."
"There is a massive room behind that statue. The wards on the structure are quite impressive, even more complex than the wards guarding this outer chamber. And the space has been expanded greatly. I suppose it makes sense Slytherin would have a place to go on his own," Harry announced, having probed the Chamber with his powerful mind and magical senses.
"Can you crack the wards?" Hermione queried, her eagerness at a lost trove of knowledge being uncovered evident.
Harry peered intently at the wards, perceiving the magical structure thanks to a sight enhancing spell he had long ago mastered from Merlin's tome.
With a satisfied nod the sorcerer declared, "No need to do that. I can get us in via my teleportation abilities."
The two young ladies each took one of their wizard's arms while Saphira laid her chin gently atop his head. The group vanished from the main chamber leaving behind a startled basilisk.
"Even first master couldn't do that in this castle," Squamis thought to himself.
The Rider, dragon, and two witches reappeared inside of a vast chamber. The chamber was well lit with dozens of torches that burst to life when the wards sensed new arrivals.
"Oooohh…books," Hermione practically squealed in delight as she rushed over to several rows of bookshelves that contained many ancient looking tomes and scrolls. The witch stopped herself before touching any of the books and remembered to pull her wand and began casting detection charms. "There do not seem to be any protections."
"I get the feeling we are the first to enter this camber since Slytherin," Nym suggested.
Harry had located the ward's runic control array and was analyzing the glowing script that appeared on the array at his prompting.
"You are correct Nym. The logs show nobody entering this Chamber for over 1200 years. I doubt Riddle was even perceptive enough to sense it," the warlock in the room suggested.
"Squamis confirms that," Saphira said a moment later as the bipeds looked around the room, having mentally questioned the basilisk. "He also says Slytherin put some decoy materials out in adjoining rooms on the main chamber just to throw any who might actually discover the Chamber off of looking for more secrets."
"Clever bugger," Nym muttered as she checked out Slytherin's wardrobe. "Preservation charms definitely endure over time," the Hufflepuff added as she examined the dated attire. "Although I wouldn't be caught dead in this style of clothing," the sixth year declared.
Harry meanwhile located a further concealed compartment within the expanded room hidden in the wall next to the loo.
"I think Slytherin placed more value on gold than knowledge," Harry announced, drawing his two lovers over to his location. "I had to disable quite a few nasty protections to open this door."
The trio peered into a massive vault which contained precious metals and stones of all kinds in vast quantities.
"Bloody hell," Nym exclaimed at the sight of so much wealth.
"We have found booty!" Hermione declared with a giggle.
"I have all of the booty I'll ever need," Harry said with a grin as he squeezed the bums of the two witches.
"Yes…you do have some good booty," Nym purred while thrusting her rear back into her wizard's grasp. "What say we test out that lavish bedroom over there," Nym suggested while nodding towards a bedroom in the far corner.
"I'm game," Hermione agreed.
Harry's grin was answer enough. It would be several hours before the trio could continue their explorations of the Chamber and not each other. Salazar Slytherin's opulent bed was broken in by the amorous trio.
Hermione, Nym, and Harry spent much of their time down in the Chamber. There was so much information to go through. So that his other friends didn't feel like the Rider and his first two mates were ditching them Harry decided to let his group of friends in on a bit of the secret.
"Where are we?" Neville inquired as the group of friends appeared in the inner chamber within the Chamber of Secrets.
"This is my new apartment at Hogwarts," Harry announced.
Harry had only had to let those of his friends not in the know about his teleportation abilities in on that little secret in order to deliver them to the inner chamber.
"Wicked," Neville declared as he began to look around.
"But where is this place in Hogwarts?" Hanna probed.
"This is an inner chamber within the Chamber of Secrets," Nym announced, stopping Neville's exploration immediately.
"The Chamber of Secrets," the Longbottom Scion whispered. "There is supposed to be a monster in the Chamber."
"Of course there is," Hermione agreed. "Harry has a new pet basilisk."
Everyone in the group except for Hermione, Nym, and Luna gaped at the Boy-Who-Lived. Very few revelations would phase Luna.
"Bloody hell," Cho declared, summing the feelings of the group up nicely.
"How did you manage to survive confronting a basilisk let alone making it your pet?" Ginny asked, remembering her brother Charlie's fascination with basilisks at one point before he realized how rare the creatures were.
"The nargles showed me the confrontation. Harry revealed the serpent he keeps in his pants to the King of Snakes and the basilisk bowed to its better," Luna informed her friends earnestly.
Hermione and Ginny both let out a giggle at the same time. Nym followed suit with a laugh and the entire group was in stitches with laughter.
"Seriously, how did he do it?" Susan wanted to know.
"Harry had his dragon beat the basilisk to the ground, subdued it with giant transfigured fingers, and then forced it into submission with the power of his mind through the use of a runic amplifier collar," Hermione summarized.
"Fine, don't tell us," Ginny said with a pout.
"Don't pout Ginny, it just makes you look cuter," Harry told his favorite Weasley as he sat on a comfortable couch beside her and picked her up and placed her in his lap.
Ginny turned her head and stuck her tongue out at her favorite wizard. Harry leaned forward and attacked Ginny's lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth. The young witch's surprised gasp turned into a moan.
"Get a room you two," Hannah suggested.
"Alright," Harry replied with a mischievous grin after breaking the kiss.
The couple on the couch disappeared.
"You shouldn't have told him that," Nym pointed out.
"There's a room right over there," Hermione added while indicating Harry's new bedroom.
At that moment, Ginny's passionate cries of ecstasy could be heard from the indicated room as the redheaded Weasley screamed Harry's name.
"Damn that boy can work fast," Hannah said in shock.
"Yes, yes he can," a grinning Susan asserted.
Harry reappeared with a grin on his lips and said, "Ginny is indisposed at the moment."
"Harry love, you've got a bit of something on your face," Cho informed her mate as she ran her thumb across his chin which was glistening with Ginny's juices. "Mmm…never mind. I'll get it," the Ravenclaw beauty purred as she started to lick Harry clean.
"That's just disturbing," Hannah told her boyfriend.
"Yeah…disturbing," Neville agreed while secretly being mesmerized by the sight of Cho lapping up another female's nectar.
Harry thought the experience was anything but disturbing. The immortal warlock knew his life was like a waking wet dream and loved every moment of it.
It was after another fantastic leaving feast that Harry received the summons to Dumbledore's office he had been expecting all year. The crafty wizard knew the old man would try another trick to attempt to gain control over the Boy-Who-Lived but was confident Dumbledore would not succeed.
"Good evening Mr. Potter," Dumbledore greeted amiably as soon as his office door was opened.
Harry stepped into the room without response and immediately glowing semi-transparent walls of golden light sprung up around him, also covering the floor and ceiling.
"A runic cage," Harry said nonchalantly, unconcerned by the golden barrier.
"Yes, young Harry," the Headmaster confirmed. "I'm somewhat surprised you know what you are caught in. But I believe you will not understand what happens next. I'm afraid your disobedience has forced me to summon a demon to possess your body. The demon will be much more manageable. Let us see if you still have a poor attitude after a year of being subjugated to a demon."
"You will drop this cage now or I will cut off your legs old man," Harry replied in a deadly whisper, his demeanor completely serious.
"I'm afraid you'll do no such thing Mr. Potter. Nothing can escape that cage unless the maker allows it," Dumbledore asserted.
With that said the old man began chanting in an ancient language while chaotic magic began to build up in the Headmaster's office. The phoenix Fawkes was noticeably absent from its perch during the dark deeds its companion was committing. Harry closed his eyes and attempted to teleport himself free of the cage. The sorcerer felt surprised and startled when he noticed something hindering his powerful teleportation abilities.
"I shall eat the old goat and free you," Saphira declared with menace in her thoughts.
"No, I'll free myself," Harry assured. "Just lend me your strength my friend."
Saphira projected her mental and magical might through the bond she shared with her Rider and together the duo tapped into his teleportation ability. Slowly the mage faded out of the cage. Dumbledore's eyes were closed as he continued the summoning spell, concentrating fully on his task. Harry actually sensed how slowly he was teleporting and detected the temporal magic in the cage's barrier field. A temporal shearing field was slowing down the warlock's efforts to escape. For the first time in his life Harry actually saw the layer of the universe he teleported through.
The dimension Harry found himself in looked like a semi-transparent reflection of the dimension he normally occupied. Matter and energy was insubstantial, vaporous, to the traveler. Harry reached out and touched the cage meant to contain him and passed right through. With a feral grin the Rider renewed his drive to escape and succeeded. The cage shattered, releasing a massive explosion of energy that threw its creator into the far wall of the office. Harry was mostly insubstantial to this energy as well. The temporal magic released washed over the sorcerer like a gentle breeze. With a more disorienting sensation than usual the Potter male found his teleportation completed.
Standing in front of an unconscious Dumbledore, Harry drew his favorite weapon. The stave took the form of Brisingr within moments of its bearer's mental direction. With a sweeping arc of the sword Dumbledore lost his legs.
"I told you this would happen," Harry growled as Dumbledore screamed while waking.
The Rider was merciful enough to cast cauterizing spells before striding out of the old man's office.
"So what did Dumbledore try this time?" Neville asked as he took his seat next to Hannah in the compartment the group of friends was sharing on the Hogwarts Express the next day.
"Yes, do tell," Nym urged.
With nonchalance Harry answered, "He trapped me in a runic cage and attempted to force a demonic possession on me."
The occupants of the compartment stared at the resident celebrity in horror, their expressions showing their feelings plainly.
"You have got to be joking," Ginny suggested.
"Nope," Harry assured.
"Did you just teleport out?" Cho questioned.
"It wouldn't have been that easy," Hermione asserted. "Those runic cages were used to trap some of the mythical figures in legends."
Hermione had learned much during her readings of Slytherin and Merlin's libraries.
"Harry cut off Dumbledore's legs," Luna announced in a sing-song voice with a half smile.
"Bwa-ha-ha," Nym laughed before breaking off as the others stared at her. "What…the old man deserved it."
"I was able to teleport out eventually but it was difficult. And as you all saw, the old man has become adept at replacing lost limbs. It must have taken him the entire year to set up that trap. I'll admit, if I wasn't me that would have worked," Harry explained.
"I really should tell my Aunt Amelia," Susan muttered.
"We've discussed this before, love," Harry responded. "I don't want your aunt hurt by trying to tackle Dumbledore. I can deal with my own problems."
"Look at it this way Su, the old man only has one appendage left to lose," Neville pointed out with a smirk to break the sudden tension.
This caused the group to chuckle.
"The head is an appendage," Saphira pointed out.
"Indeed it is," Harry agreed. "Someday, when I have figured out the old man's endgame I will put him down like the rabid dog he is. But until then…we can continue to show him why it isn't wise to challenge Rider and dragon."
Harry sat on a private beach he had made for his girlfriends and Ginny in particular. One of the Potter properties bordered the coast. It had been only a few hours work to transfigure a small stretch of the rocky coastline into a pristine beach with white sands and clear safe waters. The enchantments the sorcerer had laid upon the beach ensured the beach-goers never received sunburns among other safeties. No shark or hostile creature could swim into the beach and harm a swimmer. The ladies had loved the beach from first sight. Best of all, it was completely private. The wards ensured only those Harry wished could even see that the beach was in fact a beach and not the old rocky coastline.
At the start of the summer vacation the Potter male's girlfriends had agreed upon date nights for each of them once a week with their man. The young witches had decided that they would each have their man to themselves one night a week if they chose to. More often than not after several hours of alone time Harry and his six girlfriends ended up in a shared bed at one of their homes. With the ability to teleport anywhere at will this was not an inconvenient arrangement. The seventh night of the week was always planned as a shared night. During the day Harry, his six girlfriends, Hannah, and Neville would do whatever caught their fancy. Several hours would be spent training to maintain skills but after that the friends would often explore new aspects of the non-magical and magical world.
As Ginny sat in his lap and ground her mound against his turgid prick while snogging him happy Harry couldn't help but be grateful to his non-fully-magically raised girlfriends for introducing his other girlfriends to non-magical swimwear. Ginny loved bikinis and thongs and there were no complaints from her boyfriend. The redhead repositioned herself so that she was straddling her man. Smiling sensuously at her favorite male, Ginny pushed him onto his back while slowly grinding on his meat. The witch reached back and freed her breasts from the confines of her top. Harry reached up and grasped the pale flesh, earning a moan from the beautiful young woman.
"Harry," Ginny whispered with a moan as her eyes closed in pleasure. Biting her bottom lip cutely the witch managed to convey, "Harry, it's time. I need you inside of me in every way."
The youngest Weasley emphasized her words by grasping her warlock's tool and squeezing it tightly in her small hand.
Begin Smut Scene
"I'm going to make you feel so amazing baby," Harry purred as he grasped her thin bikini and ripped it from her hips with no appreciable amount of effort. Next the Rider's trunks were ripped from his body, earning a hot moan from the witch at the display of power. "Are you sure you are ready?" The mage probed, restraining himself with no small exercise of willpower from ravishing the gorgeous redhead straddling him.
In answer Ginny grasped her man's tool and, rising up on her knees for a moment, positioned the prick and then lowered herself slowly back down on it. Ginny's hands flew to Harry's defined pectoral muscles where she gripped while closing her eyes and slowly lowering herself on the thick sausage her mate wielded. The Rider's hands were grasping Ginny's bum, guiding her slowly down so that her quim enveloped his entire manhood. The feeling of the young woman's virgin canal encompassing his pole was one of the best feelings in the world to the sorcerer. The look of concentration on Ginny's face and growing pleasure as the Potter male's magic did its work to sooth any discomfort was quite rewarding. The magician caused his meat to twitch inside of Ginny's core as she fully seated herself on his spear, earning a gasp from the curvy Weasley. Ginny grinned as she opened her eyes and stared lovingly into the green pools of passion possessed by her boyfriend.
"I love you Harry," Ginny whispered as she realized she was now fully a woman.
"And I love you Gin," Harry replied sincerely before sitting up and pressing his lips to Ginny's mouth, starting to probe her mouth with his tongue while he worked his powerful arm muscles to lift Ginny up and down in his lap slowly.
The witch's snatch was hot, fluid coated, and purely soft; the ideal environment and natural home for Harry's dick. Ginny broke the kiss and pressed her face into the crook of her partner's neck as intense sensations coursed through her nether regions while her man worked the apex of her thighs. Each time he drew her hips downward Harry would push his cock upwards into Ginny's tight pussy. Ginny rolled and twisted her hips on the deepest part of these down strokes just as Nym had suggested and could feel her lover's approval by the tighter squeezing of her bum cheeks and the deep groaning sound he emitted. The littlest Weasley hugged her man tightly as he stretched the folds of her snatch.
"I never imagined it would feel this good," Ginny whispered as exquisite energy coursed through the nerves of her vagina. "Nor did I realize just how big you could be Harry."
Harry didn't respond verbally but turned and ducked his head so that his mouth found his lover's neck. The mage kissed and licked his way down to the young woman's collar bone and began exploring the area with mouth, tongue, lips, and teeth. Further words from Ginny were lost. Hard and rigid male tissue met soft and pliable feminine flesh. The two opposite types of tissue massaged and mashed against each other while generating the same type of response in the organisms they belonged to, pleasure. The length of the warrior's strokes in and out of Ginny's body began to increase. As the hot sun beat down on the mating couple and the sand clung to their bodies the passion the two lovers felt grew with their mounting joy in each other.
As Ginny lost herself in the powerfully erotic emotions and sensations coursing through her body she felt the momentary disorientation she associated with teleportation. Opening her eyes, the redhead found herself several feet away from her previous location. Harry was now partway in the surf. The ocean was lapping at the pair's body, providing a cooling effect in contrast to the sun's heat. The gorgeous Potter male lay back down in the surf and stared up at Ginny with a look of such desire it took her breath away. Ginny started rocking her hips back and forth, taking over the work. The desire her man felt for her spurred the young woman to move faster and squeeze her inner muscles harder on his wonderful sausage. Harry's hands roved all over Ginny's body; exploring her hips, bum, belly, sides, back, and breasts. Each area caressed and fondled tingled with released magic. Ginny's body felt more alive and energetic than ever as she made love to her boyfriend for the first time half in the ocean and half on the beach.
Harry's gaze drifted to the spot where Ginny's body joined his. The mage watched as her tiny pink slit slid up and down his shaft. It was amazing that the small opening could stretch to accommodate his girth. The sight of the witch's juices coating his cock filled the warrior with a surge of arousal. The keen eyesight of the Rider combined with the illuminating light of the sun made every muscle flexing, every portion of Ginny's skin, every drop of sweat apparent to him. Ginny's firm hard nipple tipped breasts swayed and bounced with her movements. Ginny's face was taught with repressed pleasure as that energy built in her belly yet never flooding into her body proper as Harry's magic gripped her. Those chocolate brown eyes were dark with lust, almost black. Harry could see into his mate's essence and mind through those eyes. The warlock did enter the witch's mind with his powerful thoughts. The couple communed, sharing their emotions and sensations. Both lovers were intimately aware of every point of contact between them. Ginny's thighs rubbed against Harry's hips while her quim massaged his stiff pole. The back of the redhead's thighs and bum smacked against the front of her man's thighs each time she impaled herself on his length.
As Harry gazed up at Ginny and the light caught her hair it seemed to glow like it was on fire. This vision was aided by the witch's magical aura, strengthened by her mate's mystic might. Harry and Ginny could feel each other's love, lust, desire, and pure passion.
"Harry," Ginny whispered aloud, pleading.
Ginny's plea, however low in volume, was clear to the elf-like Rider's ears. Ginny wanted to climax at that moment so badly on her man's prick. The sorcerer's hips stilled as he pulled his girlfriend's sheathe down on his weapon fully and concentrated on how absolutely gorgeous and wonderful she was. The spike in his emotions combined with the physiological effects of being buried in a hot tight pussy allowed Harry to climax violently. As he pumped his seed into Ginny's tight box the warlock enchanted his potion with his magic. As soon as the white viscous liquid came into contact with her vaginal walls Ginny's cunt muscles contracted violently, clamping down on the shaft they were wrapped around. Harry's muscles were pulsing rapidly and caused Ginny's to follow their example. Ginny writhed atop her man as she collapsed on top of him fully, clinging to his frame as her body was wracked with ecstasy. Waves of pleasure flowed from the redhead's pussy and belly and surged throughout her body, carrying away any sense of passing time.
Harry's powerful telepathy connected him with his mate, sharing their pleasure and emotions of the moment. The couple lost all sense of identity as they experienced orgasm together. Both beings felt as if they were pumping potent semen into a wonderfully encompassing vagina and likewise both felt as if they were being injected with that healthy load from a hard firm shaft twitching in their cunny. When their minds finally did separate the couple laid in the surf recovering their breath and basking in the love they shared for each other.
"Don't go soft on me yet lover. You still have my other virginity to take," Ginny purred. "On second thought I don't think that will be a problem," Ginny declared with a giggle as she felt her man's prick twitch in her snatch at the mere suggestion of his deflowering her butt.
Warning Anal From Here…
Ginny dismounted her lover and repositioned herself so that she was on her hands and knees facing away from him. The mage washed any sand off of the redhead's delicious looking rear before leaning down and spreading her cheeks. The sight of Ginny's virgin pucker presented so clearly to him filled Harry with a flood of arousal. The sorcerer flicked out his tongue and began to orally explore Ginny's rear. The red haired beauty moaned approvingly as her man tossed her salad as the Americans say. The witch even got so into the act that she reached back and grasped her wizard by his hair while grinding her bum back into his face and mouth. Harry's fingers dipped between his lover's thighs and found her clit. The Rider brought his woman to a quick release with his oral skills.
"I need you in me now Harry," Ginny practically growled as she recovered from her orgasm.
Ginny was prepared for what was to come. Hermione and Nym had showed their fire haired friend the delights of anal play often enough. When the young witch felt her man's prick tip come to rest against her anus she forced herself to relax while reaching between her legs and stroking her cunny. Then Ginny started pushing her rear backwards while wiggling her hips. The youngest Weasley felt her bum hole opening up and spreading around the wizard's fleshy wand. In short order, Ginny was past the head and continued on to accept the shaft into her rear. Harry was gripping her bum tightly as the beautiful female impaled herself on his delicious cock bit by bit.
Harry watched as his sausage slid in between his girlfriend's buns and disappeared into her tight bottom. The sensation of her inner muscles gripping him in protest was bloody brilliant to the mage. Soon Harry felt his ball-sack come to rest against the lips of his mate's cunny as he became fully seated in her colon. The warlock paused to grind himself against her backside while she adjusted to his penetration. Ginny turned her head so that her brown-black eyes locked with his. The look of arousal and lust in the redhead's eyes was a clear indicator of her emotions. Reaching back with one arm, the beauty drew her man's head down so that she could capture his lips, nibbling on his bottom lip for several moments before sucking on his probing tongue. Harry began to move his hips back and forth a short ways, massaging the walls of his girlfriend's intestines with his staff. Ginny broke the kiss and moaned deeply while still manipulating her juicy pussy. As he knelt behind his woman and started to bugger her tight bum hole the powerful mage shifted positions so that he was exploring Ginny's upper body with his hands. The sorcerer used telekinesis to take any weight he might have put on Ginny away.
Ginny felt her man fully pressing himself against her back. The warlock's chiseled chest and abdominal muscles felt amazing against her back. Also feeling amazing was the sensation of the warlock's prick stretching the witch's bowels repeatedly. As she stroked her cunny the redhead's boyfriend played with her tits, squeezing the sensitive flesh with just the right amount of pressure while drawing her nipples between two of his fingers and rolling the nubs back and forth. The witch put her head down in the cool sand with her eyes closed and let the feeling of fullness alternating with emptiness permeate her consciousness fully. Ginny was blind to the outside world with the exception of her man reaming her anus. The warrior's strokes had increased in length so that he was eventually pulling out until only his spongy head remained within her rectum before he buried his entire bone within the confines of her innards. The Weasley witch stroked the inner walls of her pussy with several fingers and was fascinated by the sensation she could detect caused by Harry's prick rooting around in her guts via her vaginal back wall.
"Harry…you're incredibly deep in my bowels," Ginny whispered as she was ridden by a Rider. "It feels brilliant!"
"Yes it does," Harry agreed before nibbling on his mate's earlobe, earning an extra good squeeze of her rectal muscles as he shafted her anal chute.
Harry found it easier to move atop of his lover as sweat coated the surface of their skin. Ginny had become quieter in her sounds of approval as she began to truly appreciate just how great her first buggering was making her feel. The warlock was still connected mentally with his partner and felt the intimacy of the act they were partaking in. The numerous nerves surrounding the young woman's anus, breasts, pussy, and other places that were being stimulated were alight with energy both magical and mundane. The wet thumping sounds of a groin meeting a tight teen ass were evident and growing stronger as Harry sped up. Ginny began to gasp and grunt as an increased flow of magic from the sorcerer's shaft fed into her guts proportional to the increase in intensity of her deflowering. The driving thrusts of the warlock's hips were pushing the redhead forward so that eventually she collapsed onto her stomach in the sand, her hand still trapped between her thighs so that she could continue to rub her snatch.
"Don't stop Harry…please don't stop," Ginny begged. "I'm going to cum…I'm going to explode with your prick lodged deep in my bum."
Harry had no intention of stopping and in fact did the opposite. The mage's hips moved with the speed and grace of his elf-like form, pumping Ginny's intestinal passage hard and fast. Ginny's beautiful features took on a look of shear ecstasy as her cunny sprayed its nectar onto her hand. The mage atop the witch started pumping her bowels with his cream as those intestines squeezed and clenched about his girth. Harry ground his pelvis against his girlfriend's backside as he transferred the contents of his testicles into her hungry guts. Ginny was thrashing and shaking beneath her man, making the experience all the more delicious for him as her muscles stimulated him further. Ginny arched her back up against her man's light form as she squealed with the intensity of her climax and the feeling of her lower half afire with sensations. The connected mind of the pair fed their mutual release for a period of time neither could determine until finally Ginny collapsed forward with her muscles totally relaxed. The grin on the witch's face was exquisite.
Harry kissed his girlfriend on the side of mouth lovingly until she recovered enough to turn her head and kiss him fully. The amorous pair was not done for the evening by a long shot but they would continue their pleasurable activities with a bevy of other witches who called the Potter mage their boyfriend.
End Smut Scene
Malfoy Manor…
Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his study pondering where his plan for his former master's diary had failed. Suddenly Lucius became aware of another being in the room. Lucius stood quickly and spun around to see a familiar attractive redheaded teen.
"How did you get in here?" Lucius demanded as he reached for the nearby cane which held his wand in a concealed slot.
Before Lucius could reach the foci he was thrown against the back wall and gripped in a powerful force.
"I am displeased with you Lucius," the form of Ginny Weasley declared in her natural voice while her eyes began to glow red.
"Master," Lucius replied as his heart beat faster in response to the tremendous fear that solidified in his chest and gut.
"I know what you planned Lucius. I'm not sure why my older self ever entrusted you with such a valuable piece of himself. Perhaps it was senility in his old age. You didn't think I would reveal myself to you until I was ready did you?" The redhead suggested while sitting in Lucius' vacated chair, staring up at the trembling pureblood.
Sitting before Lucius Malfoy was Harry shifted into the form of his favorite Weasley. Ginny had been shown more of her mate's powers upon their recent union and then the sorcerer had outlined his plan. The redhead had been happy to get revenge on Lucius in some form. She was also very grateful to her man for ridding her of Riddle's journal before it could do her serious harm.
"No Master…I never intended," Lucius began.
"I'll tell you exactly what you intended Malfoy. It didn't take you, a pureblood from an old dark family, long to discover that my journal was in fact a Horcrux. It also didn't take you long to decipher the other enchantments on the journal. You knew if you slipped the journal to a young Ginny Weasley she would be possessed and quite likely be taken over completely. You thought that I was not as powerful as my older self at this stage in my life. Further, due to your low opinion of witches, you were confident you could overpower me and enslave me. You wanted to use my magical knowledge and power as I grew to your advantage, to do your bidding. I have already found the required potions, runic bands, and other instruments necessary for a proper magical enslavement throughout your manor. This actually works to my advantage because I will use those instruments to enslave you. You see Lucius, I quite enjoy this form. Ginny Weasley was young, vital, and quite the little pervert. I find I'm experiencing the same cravings she did. I will have my revenge on Harry Potter but in an unconventional way. Potter shall become mine utterly, my plaything. You Lucius will serve me completely. I am taking this opportunity to start over with a different approach. The world will never see the Dark Lady Weasley coming," Harry assured with his best approximation of an evil smirk.
With that speech given the sorcerer summoned the instruments of enslavement from throughout the manor, remotely teleporting them to his location. Within a half an hour Lucius was utterly obedient to his new "mistress."
"Summon one of your house elves Lucius and then leave me," Harry ordered while mentally directing the pureblood to summon Dobby.
The little elf appeared at his master's call and looked nervously between the apparent-witch and wizard. When Lucius departed from the room Dobby looked expectantly at the redhead only to see that hair color shift to black as the Rider retook his true form.
"Hello Dobby," Harry greeted as he took a seat.
"Harry Potter Sir," Dobby squealed in amazement before rushing forward and hugging the mage's leg.
"Settle down Dobby. You work for me now," the warlock replied.
"I's do?" The elf asked with surprise evident about his being.
"Yes, I have enslaved Lucius. He's an evil bastard so deserves nothing less," Harry explained while Dobby nodded his head emphatically in agreement.
The Rider had already mined Lucius' mind for knowledge. The quick sorcerer's powerful brain was formulating plans as he spoke to Dobby. Lucius' knowledge and experiences opened up entire avenues for the Potter heir to explore. Unlike Snape, Lucius had the connections to reach great depths into the magical underworld. The Malfoy wealth would also serve to enhance the already wealthy Potter's holdings. Malfoy had also been successfully building a relationship with the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, for many years. Fudge was accepting regular "contributions" (i.e. bribes) from the Malfoy Scion in addition to the public donations to humanitarian causes. Realizing just how corrupt the current magical government was the warlock realized he would need to reform it or bend it to his will in order to get anything accomplished in an efficient manor in the future.
"You would make an excellent Minister for Magic little one," Saphira assured her favorite wizard from her spot near the study's fire.
"Thank you," the wizard replied before switching focus back to Dobby. "For now Dobby don't let onto Narcissa or Draco that anything has changed. But rest assured that they will no longer be abusing you and your kin. Lucius will be making the point clear soon enough that house elf abuse is not tolerated."
"Oh thank you Harry Potter Sir," Dobby cried with tears forming in his large eyes. "Yous is a great wizard!"
"I'm also going to be a very busy wizard. Lucius has many businesses, including some quite shady enterprises," the mage said as he thought of the brothels in particular. The witches in those establishments were treated poorly at best, terribly at worst. It wasn't as if Harry could just close down the establishments anyway. Malfoy's brothels weren't the only establishments of that nature in the magical world. Most of the witches didn't have anywhere else to go and would just end up in a rival brothel or worse. It wasn't that Harry was opposed to the idea of prostitution. He understood that some people just weren't skilled enough or good looking enough to gain access to the opposite sex's intimate attentions without money. What the sorcerer objected to was the women possibly being forced into such a life or being hurt in the process of doing their work. With magic it was possible to conduct such a business without the women being harmed, contracting a disease, or becoming pregnant. "Dobby, have you ever been to the Dripping Slit?"
Dobby shuddered at the thought of the brothel where witches were routinely savaged by drunk and sadistic wizards before shaking his head in confirmation.
"I'm going to head over there and institute some changes. You are welcome to follow me but remain out of sight," cautioned the Rider, earning a nod of understanding from the elf.
With that, Harry teleported himself and his dragon to Malfoy's private room in the Dripping Slit. The brothel was located off of a smaller alley connected to Knockturn Alley and catered to all sorts. The building was two stories tall with space-expansion charms used liberally throughout. Saphira chose to sun herself on the building's roof while her Rider took care of business.
The bottom floor was where the monetary aspect was conducted along with a bar. The upper level contained the rooms where the sex took place. Malfoy's room where he routinely enjoyed the company of the twelve brothel women was located at the end of the hall opposite the stairs. As he made his way down the hall towards the stairs to have a conversation with the brothel keeper, Morn, the Rider's keen hearing picked up a cry of pain through the poorly maintained silencing charms of a room to his left. Harry recognized the female's voice from Malfoy's memories. Malfoy had often savaged the not-unattractive young Melody.
With a growl of anger Harry kicked in the door of the target room and beheld a sight that would forever stick in his brain. Melody was naked and bent over a table. Walden Macnair, a veteran Death Eater that had escaped Azkaban and now worked as Ministry executioner, was savagely buggering Melody with no charms to negate the pain. Walden held his wand in his right hand, the angry red of a low level cutting magic visible on the tip. The many shallow cuts over much of Melody's body along with the residual effects of a low level pain curse the Rider could detect were evidence of Macnair's perversions.
Macnair and Melody turned their heads to the shattered door frame to see a dark haired wizard standing there with an enraged look on his features.
"Crucio," Macnair bellowed while directing his wand at Harry.
So enraged was Harry that he didn't even consider dodging the Unforgivable. The immortal's right hand came up to intercept the curse with a glowing golden shield formed around the appendage. Power crackled as the supposedly unable to be blocked magic was stopped cold by the golden shield, a pure manifestation of its creators willpower and magical might. Macnair's eyes had just enough time to widen in shock before he was remotely teleported against the wall to the right of the table he had been savaging Melody on, held in place telekinetically. Harry's magic filled the room as several things happened at once.
Melody was teleported to the room's well used bed. A glowing transparent barrier formed around that bed to protect Melody. A one way wall of magic separated the half of the room Melody was on from the half Macnair was on.
Melody's day had started out pretty good. She had gotten a nice easy lay in one of the pureblood heirs that frequented the brothel. The pureblood, barely more than a boy, had been gentle and hesitant. But Melody knew from experience that would change. Goaded and coached on the "proper" way to treat women the pureblood heirs always turned out to be abusive. Then Walden Macnair had entered the brothel and Melody felt real terror. For some reason Melody was Macnair's favorite. That was a bad position to have. And that is how Melody found herself being anally brutalized on a table praying for the experience to end.
Then Melody's savior entered the room in a whirlwind of action. The handsome dark haired wizard had Macnair behind a wall of magic before Melody knew it. The twenty-six year old Muggleborn lay there waiting for the pain to go away. Morn would not be happy if her cuts were not healed soon. The brothel's keeper didn't mind the girls being damaged, as long as that damage could be repaired without leaving marks on the bodies of his whores.
Five minutes after the wall of magic had gone up it came down. The charred husk of a corpse that had previously been Walden Macnair dropped to the floor and the handsome mage approached Melody's protective cage. Melody wondered why no one had come to investigate the disturbance but would later learn this was due to her savior's desire to be left in peace long enough to deal with Macnair. The shield dropped as the wizard sat on the side of her bed, a look of sadness on his features. Melody, able to read body language and facial expressions, an ability gained from much hard earned experience saw that this warlock was of a virtuous sort.
"Hello Melody. I'm Harry and am the new owner of this place," Harry explained.
"Old Lucy sold us?" Melody asked in surprise before wincing as she rolled onto her back to get a better look at this Harry bloke.
"Not exactly," the wizard replied as he brought his hands in contact with Melody's skin.
The young woman thought she might have been wrong about this warlock's virtue when she felt wonderful relief flowing through his suddenly glowing hands. The healing magic felt amazing. Also all of the sweat and other unpleasantness vanished as Harry's hands passed over her skin. It was then that Melody's mind processed the lack of wand. Melody's eyes rose as she realized the power of her new owner. As his hand began healing her bum Melody gasped as one of his fingers dipped inside each of her sore and savaged orifices and felt relief immediately as he healed any damage.
"Where have you been all of my life," Melody quipped. A sudden thought occurred to Melody. "You aren't planning on closing us down are you?"
The other girls had informed Melody long ago that it was rumored that when Lucius Malfoy closed a brothel he would kill the girls and feed them to his dogs.
"No, I don't think that would be very effective. Other than scum like Macnair how bad is your life here?" Harry inquired.
"It's not all bad," Melody said to this kind stranger, for some reason feeling the need to reassure him so that he wouldn't send her away or worse feed her to dogs. "The worst part is the knowledge that some of these monsters partook in killing my parents. It happened years ago. I'm a Muggleborn from the states. I was vacationing here with my parents when the Death Eaters caught us in the last war. I was only spared because Lucy said I was cute and I just needed some training up for my proper position as a Mudblood."
"Well Lucius is now my slave but you shouldn't think of yourself as property any longer. I only enslave those who deserve it. You are free to go or free to work here if you would like. I'm going to be making some real changes. Before you decide I should explain what changes I plan on making. Customers will no longer be permitted wands while with the ladies. Those wands will be checked at the entrance. You ladies will be provided wands and shown how to use them. The rooms will be warded to prevent conception, contraction of disease, and any harm coming to you. I'll also teach you spells which will negate pain such as one might normally experience when being sodomized," Harry explained.
"Sodomized?" Melody asked in confusion. "Oh you mean buggered," the witch added as she realized what her rescuer meant. "You should just call it buggering. It's quite fun if the wizard knows what he is doing. Do you know what you are doing Harry?"
Somewhat sidetracked the sorcerer answered, "My girlfriends can attest to my prowess in loving a female's derriere."
"Good to know," Melody purred, feeling more confident around this handsome wizard as she heard him talk and also filing away the mention of multiple girlfriends for later.
"Obviously we'll also have to educate you in other matters. Anyway, the doors of each room will clean any being that enters the rooms so that it will be as if they were freshly showered after a thorough cleaning. I'll teach you spells to keep everything clean no matter what type of sex you partake in. Most of all you will never be forced into doing something you don't want to do. Death Eaters won't be allowed into this establishment anymore. You'll also be receiving the majority of the earnings for any client you take," Harry explained.
Melody gazed at her new employer in wonder, amazed she would actually be acquiring money for her services.
"Well that's a change," Melody whispered. "You sure do make a compelling offer. I think I'll stay for awhile and see how things go," the blonde agreed. "I'm not sure what the other girls will think but if they are smart they'll try the same thing. I'm not sure Morn will agree with this."
"Don't worry about Morn. I can be quite persuasive," the warlock assured.
"Well Boss, would you like to sample the product?" Melody offered while turning on her side to face the mage and raising her left leg into a vertical position to expose her sex.
Harry could tell Melody was aroused with his enhanced senses and would have loved to have partaken in her delights. But the sorcerer wasn't sure he could do so without stealing her away from the brothel.
"If I did that I'm not sure how I'd feel about you working here," Harry replied honestly. "I will need time to consider that offer. I just found out Lucius owned this place today when I enslaved him."
"Fair enough," Melody agreed while wondering exactly how someone enslaved a wizard like Lucius Malfoy.
"Now how about you come with me to talk with Morn and the other ladies," Harry suggested as he conjured a short skirt and a bikini top for the witch.
"What, no panties?" Melody teased while standing and flipping up her new skirt to flash her boss.
"It would be a crime against manhood for me to try to cover you up anymore than that," the Rider declared, earning a laugh out of Melody.
Harry had to admit that Lucius had good taste in females based upon looks. There was another American witch besides Melody, two Russians, two French, two Dutch, two Chinese, and two African women. The witches were all Muggleborns with similar stories to Melody and were all between the ages of twenty and thirty. Morn at first proved resistant to changes but when the Rider applied his telepathic abilities the brothel keeper fell into line. All twelve females agreed to give the changed establishment a go on a trial basis. Harry didn't realize it but being in close contact with so many females was making his true form's attractive abilities slip through his shifted shape to affect the women. This more than anything proved the deciding factor for the females.
Harry began laying down the new wards and charms quickly while Dobby was sent to fetch some generic wands to try for the ladies. It would take most of the summer to get the ladies through the basics of handling the non-fleshy type of wand but they had a patient teacher in Harry. His life may not have been anything approaching normal but at least Harry Potter knew he would never be bored.