Chapter 32: Not TodayChapter TextAs Nym lay on the table in a heap, she watched Harry and Daphne make out heatedly. Her eyes fell on Daphne's hand that was wrapped around his cock, stroking him to full mast in no time, and she could only let out a weak chuckle. That ritual was one hell of a power-up.
Her mind, however, was occupied with only one thought, and that was to knock some sense into her stubborn aunt.
Everyone had seen how much Narcissa desired Harry, and yet she chose to stay away from him, all for the sake of some sort of superiority complex. They all knew what it was – she wanted Harry to bend to her, and not the other way around. Alas, with so many options around him, Harry held all the cards in his hands. He was not the desperate or the sex-starved idiot in this scenario. She was.
Nym could not lie and say that she wanted this for Narcissa. It was her lust that she wanted quenched. Her lust, and her desire to dominate that hot piece of arse.
It was going to be challenging to crack the hard nut that was Narcissa, however, and for now, Nym devoted herself to watching Harry and Daphne wrapped together in an embrace as the blonde kept stroking him.
"Merlin, you're so bad!" Daphne gasped as Harry's lips found her throat, sucking harshly.
"As if you're any better," Harry grinned, cupping Daphne's bare arse and lifting her in his arms. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist and she began grinding herself against him. "I bet you're thinking about the same right now. After all, you and Eve look almost the same."
"Oh fuck!" Daphne cried out as she impaled herself on his massive cock just as Harry deposited them on the couch. Leaning back, he held Daphne by her arse, his fingers sinking into her cheeks as he guided her on his cock, drilling furiously inside her.
Her mouth dove onto his and they both moaned in sheer lust as they fucked, his cock drilling mercilessly inside her as he bounced Daphne on his lap. The other three watched on with mounting lust while Nym still lay on the table with a lecherous grin on her face.
"Yeah, pound that bitch!" She cried out hoarsely, and it was as if the shout intensified their lust manifold.
Daphne planted her hands on Harry's shoulders as she pulled back from the kiss and began to bounce up and down on Harry's cock. Her breasts jiggled and trembled, slapping against each other as she bounced, and Harry held her by her arse, squeezing and fondling to his heart's content.
"I don't know when my turn will come," Tracey groaned, and the other two girls nodded silently.
"Very soon," Harry grunted as he gazed at them over Daphne's sweaty shoulder. "Just you wait."
As they grinned, Daphne slammed her lips back against his, pulling him in a needy kiss. Harry could feel her desperation, her desires, and her urgency in the kiss, and it clued him into the fact that her orgasm was imminent.
With one swift motion, Harry turned them over, pinning Daphne against the couch as he hovered over her. Pushing her arms over her head, he planted his lips right on her throat as he began to drill mercilessly inside her.
"Oh fuck!" Daphne cried out in sheer pleasure as she was fucked furiously. She felt him reaching deep within her as he kept her in place, taking her as he meant it. Her hands slid up his shoulders and grabbed him firmly in place, keeping him against her as she began to push back against him, fucking herself as much as he was fucking her.
Daphne's nails dug into Harry's shoulders as he kept ramming into her hard and fast. His thrusts were brutal, each one driving her closer to the edge. Her moans were insistent, desperate cries that echoed off the walls, blending with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Harry, please!" Daphne gasped, her voice breaking as she tried to articulate the torrent of sensations flooding through her. "I can't hold on much longer!"
Harry's eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense with lust, and Daphne saw in them nothing but more of this wild, unrelenting passion. He pulled back slightly, his hands gripping her thighs, lifting them higher so he could drive deeper inside her. The angle shifted, sending a new wave of pleasure crashing over her.
"Merlin! Harry! Fuck me!" She cried out.
On the other side, everyone else was eagerly masturbating to the hot sight of Harry fucking Daphne, their arousals intensifying the more they watched. They all yearned for the same, and they could hardly wait for Harry to be done with her so that he could come over and take them, one by one.
"Let go," Harry growled as he gazed deep into Daphne's sapphire orbs, his voice rough with desire. "Just let go, Daph."
She whimpered, her body trembling as she fought the climax building within her. She wanted to resist, to draw out the ecstasy for just a few more moments, but it was useless. His relentless pounding pushed her over the brink.
"Fuck me harder!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "Harry, harder!"
He didn't disappoint. With a roar of his own, Harry gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming almost savage. Each plunge sent shockwaves through her body, making her arch and shudder uncontrollably. Her vision blurred, stars exploding behind her eyes as she finally surrendered to the overwhelming bliss.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Daphne cried out, her body convulsing around his cock. "Harry, I'm coming!"
Her orgasm hit like a freight train, her pussy clamping down on him, milking every ounce of sensation from his throbbing member. Harry felt the delicious pressure building within him, rising steadily until he couldn't contain it any longer. With one final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
For a moment, they lay there, breathless and entwined, their bodies still twitching with residual pleasure. Harry slowly lowered Daphne's legs, his hands gently caressing her thighs as they both caught their breath.
"That was... incredible," Daphne murmured, still dazed from the intensity of their coupling.
Harry smiled down at her, his hand moving to cup her face. "You were amazing, Daphne. Absolutely amazing."
She returned his smile, reaching up to run her fingers through his tousled hair. "I love you so much!"
Smiling down at her tenderly, Harry kissed her. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony as they teased each other with their tongues, caressing each other lovingly.
"I love you too, Daph," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. Slowly, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "But I love you all equally, and right now, I can feel three very demanding eyes boring into my back."
Daphne let out a tinkling laugh as she threw her head back, her grip on his shoulders firm. Gazing at him adoringly, she patted his cheek and nodded.
"Go on, you shouldn't keep them waiting."
Chuckling, Harry nodded. "Yes, Ma'am," he grinned and slowly pulled out of her.
Daphne groaned in disappointment as she felt him slide out of her and from her position on the couch, she kept her eyes on the proceedings, just like Nym. She was not surprised in the slightest when it was her sister who attacked Harry first, and all she could do was smile as she watched Tori throw herself at Harry and start to snog the living daylights out of him.
He was one lucky man, but they all were not any less lucky either, and as she gazed at a thoroughly satisfied Nym, she knew the other woman was feeling the same.
XXXXX
The village of Willow's End was a quaint little hamlet tucked away in the northern outskirts of Inverness. Being so isolated from the usually frequented wizarding settlements, the village saw little footfall. However, the summer months brought much relief, and with it came the crowds who wanted to enjoy the sights the northern part of the isles had to offer.
Septima Vector, the Professor of Arithmancy at Hogwarts, appeared in the village square under the soft shade of the Scottish Pine tree where the apparition point was. Like the rest of the villagers, she was garbed in a coat with a witches' hat over her head, and a pair of gloves to keep her warm. Her soft, brown eyes darted around, looking for her companions of the day, and she frowned when she saw at least a dozen aurors spread around the square.
She wondered what that was about but did not dwell on it for too long, and started looking around until she spotted them sitting at a little table in a quiet corner café, one with her teacup raised to her lips while the other munched on a slice of pie. With a small smile, she began moving, smiling when her companions noticed her approach.
"Septima, over here!" Aurora Sinistra, the Professor of Astronomy at Hogwarts, called out, waving her friend over. Her companion, Bathsheda Babbling, glanced around and pulled her hand down.
"Stop making a ruckus everywhere, you dolt!" The Professor of Ancient Runes hissed.
"I can see you just fine. No need to be so hyperactive all the time," Septima chuckled as she settled into a chair across from her, taking her hat off and placing it on the table.
"Only when I'm not surrounded by all the idiots in Hogwarts. You won't find me acting like this over there," Aurora corrected. "I really feel like we got into this teaching business too early."
"As you've expressed so many times already," Bathsheda commented, amused.
"Yeah, well, it's not like I can do anything other than complain about it now," Aurora sighed. "Thank Merlin this place exists. No one who knows us and no one to bother us. A perfect little getaway for mid-twenty single ladies like us."
That was something both Bathsheda and Septima could agree with. All three of them were Italian in origin, and they had been blessed with a tanned skin tone that earned them too much undesired attention from the opposite sex. Over time, going out in or around London or any other big wizarding settlement for that matter had become rather irritable. Here, they could spend as much time as they wanted with peace and relaxation in the arms of nature while they enjoyed some fresh tea and pies.
"Beatrice got married last month," Bathsheda remarked casually, picking up the cup of tea that magically appeared in front of her. "I went, but didn't spend much time. Too many intrusive questions."
And that was another irritable aspect of their single lives. In the second half of their twenties now, their relatives had started to become nosy about their personal lives, especially considering they'd never had a man to introduce them to. It was not a matter of scarcity, for they garnered more male attention than they desired, but none of the men seemed right. There had been a few dates over the years, but none seemed to lead to anything substantial. It had led them to bond with each other even more to the point where they shared everything with each other, keeping no secrets between them.
"Ah, the good ol' tale of nosy aunties," Aurora chuckled derisively as Septima nodded sagely, stealing a slice of pie off Bathsheda's plate. The woman merely eyed her warningly before shaking her head with a small smile.
"That's why this place is so good for us. No one to judge, no one to bother us. A perfect place to lose yourself for a few hours," she remarked.
"How was Ireland?" Septima asked casually.
"Bit colder, I guess," Aurora shrugged. "The skies were clear though, just like I wanted. Got a few nice diagrams sorted out. It helped that Mars was so bright. Made the findings easier."
Septima nodded, and a brief silence settled over the trio as they ate and sipped their tea, gazing around at the peaceful little village. People went about their day as usual, and a few old women were sitting around, talking.
Suddenly, the mention of a familiar name attracted their attention and they exchanged a curious look with each other, straining to listen to what the woman sitting at the table to their right was telling her companions in her rough Scottish accent.
"Aye! Morgana, I'd been readin' those nasty wee articles that Skeeter woman wrote last year aboot the lad, but I never thought she'd be speakin' true! Tae think he'd turn oot like that…"
"Wheesht now, ya doaty old hen," one of her companions chided in a scratchy voice. "Harry Potter's a proper hero tae all of us, and that's the truth of it. I dinnae care what that glorified fish wrapper's been printin' about him, he saved us all from You-Know-Who and that's all I need tae ken."
"Ach, seems like every laddie wi' his name in the papers turns intae a right skirt-chaser these days," she clicked her tongue disapprovingly, adjusting her woolen shawl. "Fame goes straight tae their heids like cheap whisky, mark my words."
Brows furrowed, the three stared at the magazine on the other table, recognizing it as the Witch Weekly, and quickly tuned the old bickering women out.
"What do you think that was about?" Septima asked curiously.
"Something about Harry Potter being a skirt-chaser, is all I heard. Guess they published something about him in the Witch Weekly," Aurora shrugged. "Funny, he's never been among the boys to ogle me during our lessons."
"Can't recall it myself either," Septima mused, with Bathsheda nodding in agreement. As the three youngest professors, and female at that, they had been subjected to quite lecherous stares from boys since they'd joined the teaching staff, but only a handful of them had always remained polite and respectful, with Harry Potter being one of them.
The mention of Harry Potter brought something to all their minds though, and silence fell over the table once again, with each woman wondering who would bring the topic up.
"So," Septima murmured, looking into her tea. "These stories that have been coming out throughout the summer… about what truly happened during the final task… and what Potter said… what do you think about them?"
"I trust none of us believe that nothing happened in that maze," Aurora muttered. "The Ministry can say what it wants, but I don't buy it."
"We all are old enough to remember what it was like last time," Bathsheda said quietly. "Tell me you don't feel a similar sense of dread in the air."
"It's not something I ever wanted to feel again," Septima nodded, whispering. "And Potter's condition when he returned… what happened to Diggory… we still have no answers. He saw things. I can tell you that much."
A tense silence settled in, interrupted only by the chattering around them.
"I know Potter's not taken our classes, but I've interacted with him enough over the years to know that he's not someone to make up tales like this," Septima continued. "The way he's been treated ever since he came to Hogwarts… it's wrong. Everything in my bones tells me he's telling the truth. It would be madness to ignore it."
Bathsheda exhaled, glancing around cautiously before she replied, "If it's true… if he's really back… well, I don't know what hope we have. I mean, the Ministry's trying to brush it all under the rug, pretending nothing's changed. If that was not enough, they even had that rag target Potter and Dumbledore for fearmongering."
"It's been a while since another of those articles has come out though, Beth," Aurora muttered.
"And I don't think the Ministry's really trying to brush it all under the rug and doing nothing," Septima said meaningfully. "Tell me, when did you last see so many aurors in this village? And now that I think about it, I've been seeing more aurors around now than until a few weeks before."
"What are you saying? That Fudge has a brain now and he's moving things behind the scenes?" Aurora chuckled mockingly.
"No, but remember what also happened recently? With Sirius Black?"
"How can anyone forget? It's been the talk of the country even now," Bathsheda remarked. "I can't believe the man was innocent all along."
"You don't say," Septima nodded. "But I believe something's going on behind the scenes, and at least the DMLE is acting in some way."
"That would make sense considering it's Amelia Bones' department," Aurora conceded with a nod. "Still, things are nowhere near the favorable territory."
"Yeah," Septima nodded. "So it's really true huh? He's truly back?"
The three women exchanged heavy glances, as if it had truly started to dawn on them now.
"You know…" Septima's voice dropped even further. "Potter had some very strong points in that interview of his. You heard it by the way, right?"
Both Aurora and Bathsheda nodded quietly.
"Can you really blame him for feeling that way after what he's faced at Hogwarts since he came there?" The former asked softly. "Even one of those events would've been enough for a normal person to run away."
"I don't think any of us truly understood the magnitude of what he'd been going through all these years until it was too late," Bathsheda murmured. "He has all the reasons to believe that the castle is not as secure as everyone makes it out to be."
"And if Dumbledore can't ensure protection of his students…" Aurora trailed off.
Septima lowered her gaze. "I think Dumbledore has done the best he can, but maybe that's the problem. Everyone expects him to be infallible, but he's only human, as Potter pointed out. It's a lot to put on one man."
"Exactly," Bathsheda agreed, her eyes distant. "The whole wizarding world is so quick to idolize him, but sometimes I wonder if Dumbledore himself is spread too thin. There's too much going on for him to manage it all—especially with… him back."
"I've heard Finland has very clear skies. I think a sabbatical from teaching would do me a world of good," Aurora muttered.
The other two women stared at her in surprise before Bathsheda let out a small, slightly hysterical laugh. "That's… well, that's actually rather funny. A few days since that interview, I've been corresponding with the Salem Witches' Institute about a possible teaching position. I mean, let's be honest here. Hogwarts professors are in demand all over the world."
Septima's eyes widened. "You're both thinking of leaving!?"
"You're not?" Both Aurora and Bathsheda asked as one.
Septima shut up abruptly, her eyes darting from one to the other, before she let out a resigned sigh. "Fine. I…" She hesitated somewhat. "I've been in talks with the Arithmantic Society of Cairo myself."
A moment of silence fell over them yet again before Septima broke it with a bitter chuckle. "Look at us. Three of Hogwarts' professors, all secretly planning escape routes."
"Can any of us be blamed here?" Bathsheda asked, placing her cup of tea on the table. "We're academics, not fighters. I can create the most complex runic arrays for protection, but in a direct confrontation? Against Death Eaters?"
"My study of stars can predict many things," Aurora added softly. "But they can't shield me from a Killing Curse."
"And my Arithmantic equations won't keep me safe from a group of attacking Death Eaters either," Septima concluded in a strained tone. "Let's face it. We might know the spells, but we have neither the power nor the refined skills required to cast them in a battle situation."
"It makes Potter's decision even more reasonable, doesn't it?" Aurora asked softly. "He's been at the center of it all for years now, facing things no one should have to face, let alone a teenager."
"He's right about Dumbledore too, as much as it feels wrong to admit. We've all been guilty of placing too much faith in his ability to protect the school," Septima muttered.
"What happened in the tournament was the final straw, I believe," Bathsheda said. "Someone died, for Merlin's sake. And then whatever happened in there, happened."
"Don't forget those students who disappeared as well," Aurora reminded.
"It's telling that none of us can really argue against his decision," Septima observed. "We're sitting here, contemplating leaving ourselves, and we're the adults here. He's not even twenty and has already had more dark wizard confrontations than any of us have ever dreamt of."
"Which brings us to our own plans," Bathsheda said softly, staring at them meaningfully. "Are we really thinking of doing this? Running away?"
"I think," Septima said quietly. "I think that we need to be practical. We can't fight like Filius or Minerva. Our specialties lay elsewhere, and there's no shame in acknowledging that."
"Yeah, you're"
Aurora was cut off when suddenly, a spine-chilling howl echoed from the trees at the edge of Willow's End. The sound was low, guttural, and distinctly unnatural—a signal, and a menacing one at that. Heads turned all around the village square as villagers froze, their faces stricken with confusion and fear.
"Tell me that wasn't what I think that is," Aurora whispered, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she gazed, wide-eyed, at her equally shocked friends.
Another snarl came, a monstrous growl followed by the chilling laughter of a guttural voice. "Well, well, isn't this a quaint little place," Fenrir Greyback sneered, stepping into view at the far end of the square. His bloodshot eyes gleamed with malice as he was flanked by a small group of werewolves, ragged and wild, their clothing torn and stained. At Greyback's side, his newest plaything, none other than Lucius Malfoy, stood with a sullen, defeated expression. His once-pristine robes were shredded, his head shaved with patches of blonde hair sticking out erratically, and his face bore the brutal marks of submission. His eyes were downcast, and his demeanor was unfathomably servile.
"Remember what I said, Malfoy," Greyback growled, snapping his fingers toward a cluster of frightened villagers. "Run along now. Give them a nice scare before I get bored."
Lucius's jaw clenched, humiliation flashing in his eyes, but he obeyed. With a look of disdain, he charged toward the villagers, wand in hand, casting menacing hexes that sent the people scattering and screaming. Other werewolves fanned out behind him, eagerly wreaking havoc, tearing through market stalls and upending tables, their claws flashing as they snarled and lunged.
"Bloody hell," Aurora murmured, her face draining of color as she instinctively pulled out her wand. "That's Greyback."
Septima and Bathsheda exchanged grim looks, their own hands going to their wands. Fear was written all over their faces but their resolve stood strong.
"We can't just stand by," Aurora whispered as the aurors engaged the werewolves. "Not with those villagers out there. We've got to help."
"You're right," Bathsheda nodded resolutely. Septima followed suit, tightening her hold on her wand.
The three witches stood, their wands raised as they moved toward the fray, weaving through the panicked crowd to join the small cluster of Aurors who were already holding the line against Greyback's pack. Spells erupted all around them in a blur of color and light—stunners, hexes, and curses as the Aurors tried to push the werewolves back.
Septima aimed her wand and fired a powerful stunner at a large, ragged werewolf tearing through a market stall. The beast reeled back, momentarily stunned, but then shook off the spell with a snarl, glaring at her with gleaming yellow eyes. She bit her lip and steeled herself, unleashing a flurry of spells to keep it at bay.
Aurora was locked in combat with a gangly werewolf lunging at her with a twisted snarl. Her wand moved in rapid, precise strokes as she fired a series of bright-blue binding spells, momentarily ensnaring it in a net of magical ropes. The beast thrashed wildly, but she held firm, tightening the ropes with all her might.
"Septima, watch out!" Batsheda shouted as a smaller, feral werewolf darted toward her friend, its claws extended. She quickly cast Impedimenta, and the creature stumbled, its movement slowing as if it were moving through water.
Septima seized the opportunity, aiming her wand with a steady hand. She cast a silent Petrificus Totalus, and the werewolf stiffened and fell, immobilized.
Despite their efforts, the werewolves kept coming, like an unending tide of savage faces, claws, and snarling mouths. The Aurors were holding the line, but just barely, and several had already fallen back with injuries. The odds were turning against them fast.
"Where's the reinforcements?" Aurora muttered through gritted teeth, sweat trickling down her brow as she sent another werewolf reeling with a forceful Expulso. The beast crashed into a nearby wall, dazed but far from defeated.
Septima cast another banisher, panting with the effort. "We can't hold them off forever," she whispered, glancing around frantically. "If we don't get help soon…"
She was cut off when she heard a feral growl behind her. Her eyes widened in shock and she spun around, finding herself barely ten feet away from none other than Fenrir Greyback.
He leered at her, his grin wide and wicked, his fangs glinting in the late afternoon sun. Blood stained his hands and matted his hair, and his eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he took in the three women, standing defiant but clearly exhausted.
"Well, well," Greyback chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he took a step toward them. "Look what we have here. Three lovely exotic ladies who thought they could stand against me."
Septima's hand tightened on her wand, but she felt a chill crawl up her spine. She'd heard the stories—everyone had. Fenrir Greyback didn't just kill; he recruited, reveling in turning innocents into monsters, enslaving them to his twisted will.
Greyback took another step forward, his gaze sweeping over them hungrily. "Imagine the fun we could have. Imagine what I could make of you, all of you. My little pets. My precious playthings. You'd make such fine additions to my pack."
Lucius Malfoy, standing behind Greyback, cast a disdainful glance at the women, his face twisted with a sneer. He kept his wand tightly held in his hand, his scarred face unsettling them. He was fully committed to his role as Greyback's servant.
The three friends shared a look, their faces pale but determined. They wouldn't go down without a fight—not to this monster. Taking a deep breath, Septima raised her wand, standing tall as she aimed at Greyback.
"Not today," she said, her voice steady. Aurora and Bathsheda flanked her with fierce expressions on their faces, their wands raised and ready.
Greyback laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Oh, we'll see about that, ladies. We'll see."
Before they could react, he lunged forward with predatory speed, aiming directly at Septima. She barely had time to raise her wand before his clawed hand swiped down, catching her across the shoulder. Pain shot through her, and she stumbled back, crying out as she clutched her shoulder, her wand shaking but still raised.
"Confringo!" Aurora shouted, sending a blast of fire at Greyback. He dodged it with terrifying ease, his lips twisting into a wicked grin as the curse blasted a tree apart.
"I can tell you've never fought before," he taunted, his gaze darting between them, hungry and calculating.
Bathsheda moved swiftly, stepping in front of the injured Septima. "Over here!" she yelled, casting Diffindo with precision. The spell struck a werewolf that had been lunging toward them, slashing through its shoulder and sending it howling in pain. Another one leapt forward, knocking her to the ground. Her wand clattered from her hand, and she grappled with the creature, twisting desperately as it snapped its jaws, inches from her face.
"Reducto!" Aurora's voice rang out, and the werewolf was blasted away mid-lunge, giving Bathsheda just enough time to scramble back to her feet. She retrieved her wand, her hand trembling but her eyes determined.
"This is madness," she gasped, as another werewolf, mangy and wild-eyed, charged toward her. She aimed, sending a powerful stunner forward, and barely managed to knock it back. But the momentary relief was short-lived; Greyback was already closing in again, his eyes fixed on her like a predator savoring his prey.
Septima, clutching her bleeding shoulder, aimed her wand through the haze of pain. She focused on Greyback, gritting her teeth. "Reducto!" she shouted, hoping to at least slow him down. The spell hit, but it only seemed to enrage him further.
"You think you're safe behind your little parlor tricks? These pathetic spells?" Greyback snarled, stalking forward, his pack following in his shadow. He waved Lucius forward with a menacing growl, and Lucius obeyed, raising his wand against the three women with a sneer.
"Play only, mutt," Greyback grinned.
"Expulso!" Lucius cast, sending an explosion of dirt and stone into the air around Aurora, who raised her arm to shield her eyes. She staggered, dust filling her lungs as she coughed, but she managed to cast Protego just as Lucius fired another spell. The shield held, but just barely.
Meanwhile, Bathsheda darted around a cluster of rubble, her eyes wide and frantic as she cast a banisher at an approaching werewolf. The beast stumbled back, its ears flattened, but it quickly recovered, snarling as it advanced on her again. She glanced at Septima, who was still pressing a hand to her shoulder, her face pale. Her eyes widened when she fell over in a heap, the loss of blood taking its toll.
"We can't keep this up!" Bathsheda cried, her voice thick with desperation. She cast a wild Incendio at Greyback, creating a wall of flame that briefly held the werewolves at bay, but only for a moment.
Aurora nodded grimly, her wand flashing as she fought to keep the creatures from closing in on them. "Where are the reinforcements?" she shouted, her voice strained as she deflected another curse from Lucius, who smirked despite his own bruised and battered appearance.
Suddenly, a heavy blow caught Aurora in the ribs, knocking her to the ground. She gasped, clutching her side, the pain blinding as she strained, her eyes wide. Before she could recover, Greyback loomed over her, his yellow eyes gleaming with a vicious light. He raised a clawed hand, poised to strike.
"Not today," she hissed, summoning every last bit of her strength as she jabbed her wand upward. "Bombarda!" She snarled.
The spell exploded in his face, sending him reeling back, but the impact echoed through her own injured ribs, leaving her breathless. She could feel it deep within herself. She had cracked several ribs, and perhaps even more bones in her body.
Greyback's fury grew as he steadied himself, snarling. "Fucking exotic bitches! You're more trouble than you're worth, but I'll make you pay for that," he growled. He raised his clawed hand, ready to bring it down on her—
And then, out of nowhere, a spell arced through the air, slamming into Greyback and sending him sprawling back.
He straightened almost immediately and his head swiveled to the side as he glared at the newcomers, his yellow eyes bulging in rage.
Aurora and Septima could see or hear nothing that happened thereafter as they succumbed to unconsciousness. All they saw was a pair of glowing emeralds approaching at a rapid pace right before their eyes shut.
Chapter 33: NegligenceChapter TextThe room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of sex and the soft, sultry symphony of satisfied moans. Harry, his body glistening with sweat, was buried balls deep inside the busty redhead, their bodies rocking passionately as he kept slamming deep within her.
The room was a tapestry of shadows and light, the flickering fire casting a warm, golden glow on the entwined limbs and flushed skin of the four other naked women scattered about.
Susan's legs were wrapped tightly around Harry's waist, her ankles locked at the small of his back, urging him deeper with each thrust. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles of his ass, her nails digging deep into his skin as she kept him firmly against her.
"Fuck me, Harry," she panted, her eyes wild with lust and her voice ragged with desire. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Harry, his eyes locked onto Susan's, complied with a growl. His hips slammed into hers with a force that made the table shake. With each thrust, the lewd sound of their bodies colliding resonated around the room, filling it with the symphony of their pleasure—a dirty, delicious melody that made the other women in the room squirm in their post-orgasmic haze.
Daphne and Astoria, their bodies entwined on the plush couch, watched Harry and Susan with hooded, satisfied eyes. Their hands roamed each other's bodies with a familiarity that, in a normal world, should never be seen between sisters. However, this world was far from normal.
Astoria's fingers traced the curve of Daphne's breast, her thumb brushing against the hardened nipple, making Daphne gasp and arch into the touch.
"Look at him, Daph," the younger sister whispered, her voice a husky purr. "Look at how he's fucking Susan. He's a god among men, isn't he?"
Daphne nodded, her eyes filled with lust as she watched Harry's body move. "He's insatiable," she murmured, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of her sister's breast in return, pinching her hardened nipple between her thumb and index finger. Astoria hissed in pleasure as Daphne continued, "There's no one else like him."
Tracey, her body draped over the arm of the couch to their left, watched the scene unfold with wide, dilated eyes. Her fingers were buried deep inside her pussy, mimicking the rhythm of Harry's thrusts inside Susan's pulsating snatch. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched Harry's muscles flex with each movement. "He's so fucking hot, Daph" she moaned, her voice barely audible. "Our man is the hottest fucking man in the world."
Harry, hearing Tracey's words, glanced over at her, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. "You liked it, didn't you, Tracey?" he growled, his voice a deep, dirty rumble. "You liked having my cock inside you."
Tracey nodded, her cheeks flushing with sheer desire. Harry was not like this very often, but whenever he was, it thrilled all his women to no end, and Tracey was no different. "Yes," she whispered, her fingers moving faster as she watched Harry. "I loved it. I want more, Harry!"
Harry smirked, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more deliberate. "You want me to fuck you again, Tracey?" he asked, his voice laced with challenge. "You want me to pound into that tight little pussy of yours?"
Tracey moaned, her body tensing at Harry's words. "Yes," she gasped, her fingers moving faster as she chased her second release. "Oh, fuck yes…"
Harry's eyes flashed with desire as he gazed at Tracey before his eyes shifted to the sisters who kept caressing and kneading each other's delectable assets while they watched.
He smirked at them before he leaned down, his lips capturing Susan's in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he continued to fuck her. Susan moaned, her body tensing as she neared her climax. Harry could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body preparing to milk him dry.
Feeling Susan's impending orgasm, Harry reached down between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and he started rubbing it in tight circles. Susan's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that made her scream into Harry's mouth. Her pussy tightened around him, her body greedily trying to milk him as he continued to pound into her.
Harry held himself still inside Susan once her orgasm crashed through her in earnest. He held her tightly, holding her by the waist as she shivered and moaned, and he leaned down to capture one of her puffy pink nipples in his mouth, nibbling greedily. Susan let out another loud moan as she continued to cream around his cock.
Minutes passed, and as Susan's orgasm subsided, Harry refused to pull out. Instead, he began to move again, his hips rolling in slow, sensuous circles. Susan's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto Harry's as she felt him move inside her. "Harry," she gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. "What are you doing?"
Harry smirked, his hips never stopping their slow dance. "You waited so long for me, Sue," he said sensuously, his voice a deep, dirty rumble. "You gave all these girls the chance to go ahead of you. I think that makes you deserving of a reward. I want to feel you come again, Sue."
Susan moaned, her body already responding to Harry's words, to the feel of him moving inside her. She could feel her pussy beginning to tighten around him, her body preparing for another round. She gazed deeply into Harry's eyes, seeing the hunger, the desire, the need reflected back at her. She knew that she was powerless to resist him, that she would give him anything he wanted.
Harry, feeling Susan's body respond to him, began to pick up the pace. Grabbing her legs, he spread them slightly and pulled them up, aligning them against his chest. Susan's eyes widened as he leaned over her fully, her long legs between them, and began to fuck her with even deeper strokes.
Meanwhile, Daphne and Astoria, watching Harry and Susan with hooded, satisfied eyes, intensified their ministrations. Astoria's fingers found their way between Daphne's legs, her fingers slipping inside her, making Daphne gasp and moan into her sister's mouth. Daphne's hands weren't idle either. They were exploring Astoria's body, tracing the curves and valleys, pinching and teasing her nipples that were hard peaks for a while now. She spread her legs even more, giving her more access to pleasure her.
Tracey was already on the edge. Her fingers were buried deep inside her, mimicking the rhythm of Harry's thrusts since the beginning. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched Harry's body move above Susan's. She could see the muscles in his back and ass flexing with each thrust, and the sweat dripping down his chest. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to feel him inside her again.
Meanwhile, Susan could not believe she was so close to cumming once again. Already, she could feel the tightness in her lower belly as Harry kept fucking her at this new angle that made him feel even deeper inside her. Her large tits jiggled and bounced against her thighs, her eyes wide and locked with his as he gazed at her with primal lust.
"I can feel it, Sue," he growled, his fingers flicking her clit once again, making her cry out. "Let it go. Let it fucking go!"
As if compelled, Susan exploded around him in an instant, a loud wail escaping her as she shivered violently on the table. She cried, tears streaming down her face as waves of searing hot pleasure coursed through her entire being. She felt weightless and powerless, and even keeping her eyes open felt straining.
Harry, feeling Susan's orgasm, let his own release go. He came with a groan, his hot seed spilling into Susan's pussy, filling her up. He continued to thrust, his body shuddering with each wave of pleasure, until he was completely spent.
Minutes passed as Harry and Susan came down from their high, the latter finally gaining enough strength, and they looked around the room, their eyes taking in the sight of the other women. Daphne and Astoria were locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies moving in sync as they brought each other to the brink of ecstasy. Tracey was watching them, her fingers moving furiously as she chased her own release.
Harry, feeling a renewed sense of energy, pulled out of Susan and moved towards Tracey. He knelt down in front of her, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him. Tracey moaned, her fingers still buried inside her as Harry's tongue found her clit. He began to lick and suck, his tongue moving in tight circles as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
Tracey's body tensed, her orgasm building inside her. She looked down at Harry, her eyes filled with desire and need. "Harry," she gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come so fucking hard."
Harry, hearing Tracey's words, redoubled his efforts. He slipped two fingers inside her, his tongue continuing to tease her clit. Tracey's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that made her scream. Harry continued to lick and suck, his fingers moving in and out of her as he milked her orgasm for all it was worth.
As Tracey shuddered violently on the arm of the couch, Harry moved away from her. He saw Daphne and Astoria, their bodies entwined, and their eyes filled with desire. He moved towards them, his cock already hardening at the sight of them.
Daphne and Astoria looked up at Harry, their eyes filled with hunger and lust. They reached out for him, their hands grabbing his hips and pulling him towards them. Harry knelt down, his body settling between theirs. He began to kiss them, his lips moving from one mouth to the other, his tongue tangling with theirs as they all moaned and groaned with pleasure.
His hands were not idle as he began to explore their bodies, his fingers tracing the sensual curves, pinching and teasing their nipples to his heart's content. Daphne and Astoria did not shy away either. Their hands kept exploring Harry's body, their fingers tracing the muscles of his chest and abs, and in no time, their hands were wrapped around his hardening cock.
Harry, feeling their hands on him, moaned and began to thrust into their fists. Daphne and Astoria began to stroke him, their hands moving in sync as they brought him to the brink of ecstasy. Harry, not wanting to end it like that, pulled away from their hands and stood up, his cock erect and pointed right between them.
"Who wants to start?" he asked, his voice laced with desire.
Daphne and Astoria exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. They both smiled, their eyes gleaming with mischief. "Together," they said in unison, their voices barely above a whisper.
Harry's breath hitched as they leaned in, Daphne wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, while Astoria took his balls gently into her mouth. He let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed as they began to work in tandem, their tongues and lips moving in perfect sync.
Daphne took him deep, her mouth sliding down his length, while Astoria sucked softly on his balls, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin. Harry's hips bucked involuntarily, his hands reaching out to grip their hair for support.
Susan and Tracey did not remain by themselves either. They came over, taking positions by either sister. Together, they reached out and planted their mouths right on the two sisters' pussies.
Daphne and Astoria shivered in pleasure as they continued to suck on Harry while the other two women pleasured them, bringing them closer to their second orgasms.
The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, Harry's moans mingling with the wet, sucking noises coming from Daphne and Astoria, both above and below. They all took their time, their rhythm slow and steady, building one another up before backing off, only to start again.
Harry's breathing grew ragged, his grip on their shoulders tightening. "Fuck, that feels amazing," he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire.
Daphne and Astoria looked up at him, their eyes filled with hunger and arousal. They felt the two women intensify their ministrations and their eyes widened as they felt their orgasms imminent. They increased their pace, their mouths moving faster, their tongues swirling and teasing around him.
Harry could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as the pleasure became too much.
With a final, deep suck, Daphne took him all the way to the back of her throat, while Astoria gave his balls a gentle tug with her teeth. Harry came with a grunt, his body convulsing as he spilled into Daphne's mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his, while Astoria continued to suck softly on his balls, drawing out his pleasure.
Once he was utterly spent, they pulled away from him and immediately slammed their lips against each other as they came on Susan and Tracey respectively. Daphne pulled her sister firmly against herself, mashing their tits together as she shared what she had gathered from Harry with her.
Meanwhile, Susan and Tracey kept a firm hold on the two sisters who were shivering as they make out, their mouths clamped on a pair of pussies as they lapped away everything they got from them.
As Harry came down from his high, he gazed at the four women, his heart filling with gratitude and affection. He knew he was a lucky man, to have such incredible women willing to give him such pleasure. He leaned down, kissing each of them softly, his heart filled with love and desire.
"Where's Nym?" He asked as he pulled away from Astoria who gazed around.
"No idea," Daphne replied, wiping the sheen of sweat over her breasts with her hand. "She was here when you were with Sue, though."
They heard footsteps approaching and together, they turned toward the entrance right when a certain redhead arrived with Nym in tow—the former garbed in their auror robes while the latter was hastily pulling them on as she followed behind her boss.
"Amelia? What is it?" Harry asked as he fully turned around.
The redhead lost herself for a moment, her eyes taking in the sight before her. Her gaze lingered on her naked niece for a second too long before she gazed at Harry with hunger and desire. Quickly though, she shook her head.
"Get dressed quickly, Harry. We've got to move."
Harry sensed the urgency in her voice and moved immediately, grabbing his wand from the table nearby. With a quick flick, he summoned all their clothes in the middle, and the four young women quickly sorted everything out. With another flick, they were all dressed, albeit casually, and Harry strode toward Amelia and Nym, his brows furrowed slightly.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he walked, the rest falling in step behind him.
"Werewolves," Amelia replied grimly. "They've attacked the little village up north in Scotland."
"Near Hogwarts?" Astoria asked, and Amelia shook her head negatively.
"High up north. A small village with barely fifty magicals living there," Amelia replied. Fleur joined them right at the bottom of the staircase as she rushed out of the basement, her hair slightly askew and her wand already out.
Amelia nodded at her and continued, "As planned, aurors are stationed in every wizarding settlement, no matter how small. Willow's End is no different. We received reports of the attack minutes ago."
"Given you're not sending more aurors, something tells me this is personal," Harry observed.
"It'd take more time if I sent aurors. And it's Greyback," Amelia replied as she pulled out a rope, and that did it.
With a sneer, Harry grabbed it, followed by Nym, Fleur, and Daphne. Those three were the only ones deemed ready to go in a high-stakes fight by now.
"You should've said it earlier," Harry growled, and in an instant, they vanished with the swirl of the Portkey.
XXXXX
"Fucking exotic bitches! You're more trouble than you're worth, but I'll make you pay for that," Greyback growled. He raised his clawed hand, ready to bring it down on Bathsheda, when an errant spell lanced through the air, striking Greyback and sending him sprawling back.
The werewolf's snarl was cut off as he stumbled, his eyes blazing with fury as he regained his balance. He glared at the newcomers who stood at the edge of the clearing, their wands raised and their faces determined.
Harry's steely eyes, filled with anger, locked onto Greyback and he glared with loathing.
"Potter, you again," Greyback spat, his voice dripping with malice. "Good that you came. This just became a whole lot more interesting."
Harry nodded at Amelia and instantly, all five of them fanned out, their sharp eyes assessing the situation. He saw a battered and bruised young woman crouching protectively over two unconscious ones and his eyes widened when he realized who they were.
"Daph!" Harry shouted, gesturing toward the three women, and the blonde's eyes widened as well. She saw Professor Babbling frantically casting spells on Professors Sinistra and Vector, her hands shaking.
"Should've brought Nat," she muttered under her breath.
Meanwhile, Greyback gestured sharply, and his pack of werewolves, a snarling, slavering mass of fur and muscle, surged forward. "Shred them!" He let out a guttural growl.
Harry moved first, his wand a blur of motion as he fired a volley of spells in quick succession. A powerful Blasting curse sent a werewolf flying backward into a tree, the impact splintering the trunk. A silent Diffindo sliced through the air, narrowly missing another beast as it lunged at Fleur. He did not stop to worry though, knowing she could deal with it, and closed in on the leader of the pack who stood, watching on from where he had fallen.
The beautiful veela, her face contorted in a snarl, was a whirlwind of grace and power. She met the werewolf's charge head-on, A swirling vortex of air, conjured with a flick of her wrist, slammed into the creature, sending it spinning off balance. Then, with a sharp twist of her wand, she unleashed a hail of icy shards that tore through the beast's thick hide, eliciting a howl of pain.
"That's my girl," Daphne thought with a feral grin as she shielded the three professors from any errant spell that might strike them and the werewolves who seemed keen on taking advantage. A series of strategically placed Impediment Curses slowed down the werewolves attempting to flank her. Suddenly, a werewolf jumped toward her, and Daphne did not hesitate for even a second. A sharp icicle shot out of her wand, striking the creature right beside the sternum. The beast froze mid-lunge, its eyes widening as the sharp blade pierced its thick hide, stabbing it right through.
On the other side, Nym fought with a ferocity and grace that belied her usual clumsy self. She moved like a wraith, weaving through the melee, her wand a blur. Spells flashed from her wand tip: a Binding Curse that wrapped a werewolf in invisible chains, a Stunning Spell that dropped another mid-leap, and a Bludgeoning Curse that sent one sprawling with a sickening crunch.
Amelia, taking charge as Harry had silently indicated, directed their attacks with the precision of a seasoned commander. A wave of her wand sent a cascade of rocks tumbling down a nearby slope, crushing two werewolves beneath the landslide. With every flick of her wand, thick walls of thorns erupted from the ground, creating temporary barriers to separate the pack and give whoever needed it the room to maneuver.
Greyback grew increasingly furious with how the battle had turned tides after Potter and his whores arrived as he saw his new dogs not only getting pushed back but either impaled, stabbed, cursed, or outright torn apart in front of his eyes. His feral gaze locked on none other than that blasted Harry Potter who shattered another of his mutt's head, blood and gore exploding all around, and turned his eyes to him.
The vicious werewolf charged toward Harry, his claws extended, and his fangs bared in a vicious snarl.
"Come at me, you fuck!" Harry hissed, lashing out with a powerful bone-breaker that Greyback barely dodged. The werewolf's instincts flared, sending a jolt of fear through his skin, and immediately, he pulled his wand out, much more reserved than before.
"Not acting like a mutt for a change, huh?" Harry taunted.
Greyback snarled and flung an ugly gray curse at Harry who almost dodged it, but at the last second, he realized any of his women could be behind him. He erected a powerful shield, and the curse collided with it, sending him skidding back a few inches as a resounding boom echoed all around them.
"Come, Potter. Let's play," Greyback jeered, and Harry's eyes hardened.
Lucius, meanwhile, hung back, his scarred face contorted in a sneer. He cast spells sporadically, trying to disrupt their coordination. He had seen how they were fighting, and he knew he was no match for either of them. Amelia Bones and the mudblood-loving sister's daughter, he could understand, perhaps even the veela slut. But he could not believe how two students just out of their fourth year could fight with such devastating effect. The realization dawned on him in an instant. They were training—undoubtedly for the war that was on Britain's doorstep, and suddenly, Potter's reason behind pulling out of Hogwarts made a whole lot of sense.
He eyed the half-blood with a sneer. The bastard had defiled his Cassie. He had stolen her from him—his property! Oh, how Lucius wished he could curse the little shit's head off his carcass for his daring. Alas, his lord had prohibited everyone from fatally injuring Potter, and no matter how strong his hatred, he could not even think of defying his lord.
He kept flinging spells at the five randomly, trying to distract them as much as he could while Greyback and his werewolves advanced on them. He saw the Greengrass girl holding back a pair of wolves as she stood protectively in front of those three women, and he took aim. A bone-breaker shot furiously towards Daphne and Lucius almost rejoiced, but his celebrations were cut off as Amelia intercepted the curse, the malicious bolt of yellow exploding mid-air with a resounding crack.
Daphne gave Amelia a thankful nod as she refocused on the werewolves, and she heard Professor Babbling continuously cast healing spells at her two colleagues, and by the sounds of it, she was having a hard time.
Bathsheda worked feverishly, her brow furrowed as she ignored everything going around him, surrendering herself and the safety of all three of them to their saviors. Droplets of sweat slid down her face as she concentrated on the large gash at her side where the errant spell had struck her. She deftly cut her clothes, grimacing at the wound that bled profusely and began chanting. She felt the strain it took on her—the dark magic resisting every effort to reverse the damage.
"Merlin, I can't…" She whispered, cursing herself and her incompetence. She had already failed with Septima, and now, she could not heal Aurora either. It made her feel worthless, and she took her eyes off them, taking in the scene around her.
She saw her student and former student fight with such ferocity. She watched Harry Potter as he kept pushing the notorious Fenrir Greyback on the back foot, his wand weaving destruction as he killed numerous werewolves in the process with not even a furrow of his brows. Even though he was not her student, she had always known he was powerful, but seeing him fight Greyback like this, flinging spells that no student should even have heard about let alone cast, was as disbelieving as it was breathtaking.
Her only student present, Daphne, stood sentry over them, her wand a blur as she fought every werewolf that so much as looked in their direction, her vicious spells tearing through their ranks as if they were nothing. She had known the girl for two years now, but she could've never imagined she would ever see this side of her, or even see her with Potter, of all people.
The same held for Miss Delacour. She had no idea the Frenchwoman had returned to Britain. She had seen her compete in the Triwizard Tournament, and she knew the woman had been the second most unfortunate champion of the four. That belief was getting vindicated here as she watched her fight with a grace and ferocity that was equal parts beautiful and terrifying.
Her former student, Miss Tonks, was a formidable auror in her own right, a force to be reckoned with on her own. She flung curses around as if they were nothing, a snarl on her face as she glared hatefully at the creatures who kept coming back. Bathsheda had to wonder just how many werewolves Greyback truly had at his disposal.
Amelia Bones, meanwhile, coordinated with whatever remained of the auror force, which was barely a couple of injured witches, to secure a perimeter around them as she tried to prevent as much damage to both the village and the rest of the fighters as she could.
Bathsheda gulped at the sight of her surroundings, and her face set in one of determination. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to Aurora and grimaced as she took in the wound. Steeling herself, she went back to work. She might not succeed, but she couldn't just accept defeat so easily. She had to keep trying until the end.
On the other side of the clearing, Harry parried another of Greyback's bone-breakers, slamming it into the ground right in the middle. The explosion sent dust and debris in the air and Harry took advantage, transfiguring them into molten lava that he flung straight at the werewolf.
Greyback snarled as the burning rocks tore through his tattered clothes, leaving burning trails of pain across his skin. He followed it up with a powerful banishing charm, sending Greyback crashing through a thicket of trees, snapping branches like twigs. However, that was not enough to keep him down. He was back on his feet in no time, his rage undiminished as his eyes shone with sheer barbarity.
Snarling, he charged towards Harry once again who, feeling as if he was constantly pushing a mad dog back, flung a Blasting curse right where Greyback was about to step. The werewolf swerved to the side at the last second but he could not escape the impact that sent him crashing against another large tree.
Harry made to move but was soon pounced on by five more werewolves that came snarling at him. Clicking his tongue, he began to weave through them, his wand a blur as he shielded himself from their claws and either killed them outright or put them out of commission.
Through the throng of creatures prowling around Harry, Lucius aimed for Harry's knees and fired a cutting curse, watching in slow motion as the crimson bolt lanced through the air. A massive grin slowly began to form on his features when the curse shot through the gap between two werewolves but it vanished instantly when Harry caught the crimson curse mid-air and swatted it back where it came from. Lucius barely had time to react as the curse caught his arm.
An unholy shriek pierced the air as the scarred man fell over, his left arm cleaved right through the elbow, the limb falling on the ground alongside him.
Greyback rejoined the fray just as Harry dispatched the last werewolf and turned his attention to the bald fuck who'd been playing interference from the distance since the beginning. He was forced to halt in his tracks as Greyback snarled, "Crucio!"
Harry's eyes hardened as he summoned a dead werewolf in the path of the curse. Before Greyback could react, lifeless arms shot out of the ground and grabbed his ankles, violently pulling him down. The werewolf snarled and thrashed recklessly but the arms kept him pinned against the ground.
His eyes devoid of any emotion, Harry walked over slowly, dispatching any werewolf that tried to jump him with a mere flick of his wand, slicing clean through them. His companions watched on as they dispatched the final few werewolves that had remained.
Harry came to a stop right in front of Greyback who kept struggling against his bindings as he growled, glaring up at Harry with utter loathing. Harry gazed back for a long time before he turned to the mewling man on the ground, tearfully reaching out for his severed limb.
"Shut up, you dirty cur," Harry said darkly. "I'll get back to you soon."
Ignoring Greyback, Harry slowly began to walk over to the weeping man, absently feeling Amelia and Nym walking towards him as well. As he reached him, Harry gazed at the faint outline of the Dark Mark that still swirled disgustingly on the severed arm and kicked it away with a sneer. With his foot, he rolled the man over so that he was facing up.
Disgusted, Harry gazed at the heavily scarred face that was totally unrecognizable. Deep gashes formed of claw marks adorned his face, with dried blood covering all the wounds. Most of his nose was missing, and so was a chunk of his lower lip. Combined with his scarred and bald head with patches of blood in places and tufts of light blonde hair scattered about—something that screamed his hair had been violently pulled out—the man looked positively hideous.
"So you're a werewolf as well, huh? Must be a different one if you can't turn without the full moon like the others," Harry remarked, flicking his hand to shut the man up. His cries ceased just as Amelia and Nym arrived.
"He's my mutt!" Greyback snarled. "Get away from my dog, Potter!"
Harry eyed Greyback out of the corner of his eye. "I can see your handiwork well enough, Greyback. Poor sod."
A rasping cackle left Greyback's lips as he glared at Harry.
"Our lord was merciful that he gave that bastard to me. I would've skinned him alive if any of my mutts had turned out to be such a disappointment."
"I've no doubt you would've," Harry nodded, staring at the scarred man whom he could not identify but it seemed he knew who he was, considering the way he was glaring at him with so much loathing. "You better do something about those eyes of yours, asshole. I don't like the way you're looking at me."
The man's glare intensified and Harry saw his lips start to move. Against his better judgment, he took off the silencing charm.
"—and't stolen them away from me, this wouldn't have happened! You caused this, you bastard! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Nym promptly kicked the man's hand that was reaching for his wand, snapping his fingers, and he howled in pain. The voice was too scratchy, and they all had a feeling that he had been tortured so much that his voice had broken.
"Ha! Oh, you evil Potter! See what you caused. Could've had any cunt out there, but you wanted his brat to get your cock warm."
Everyone gazed at Greyback in confusion for a few seconds before Harry abruptly turned back to the scarred man. His eyes bored into his, searching for any sign of confirmation. His mind flashed back to another memory he had of him—the same glare in his eyes when he had freed Dobby outside Dumbledore's office.
"Malfoy!?" Harry asked in shock, as Greyback laughed.
"Attaboy!" He crowed as everyone stared at the broken man in shock. He was utterly unrecognizable!
Suddenly, Lucius began to jerk from side to side, to their confusion, before black tendrils emerged from the bleeding stump. In an instant, the severed arm shot back towards him, attaching itself back where it used to be, the faint Dark Mark coiling as the serpent snarled.
The mark was no longer there, but Voldemort's magic was still commanding.
Grim-faced, Harry leaned back as Greyback laughed.
"You will die, Potter! And so will your whores! But not before you all are abused and defiled in ways you've never even dreamt of! You can keep killing, but you'll never eliminate the darkness!"
His arm reattached, Lucius stirred, feeling sense returning to him. The Dark Lord might have unmarked him, but he had not taken the emergency portkey away, and that would be his salvation today. Fuck Greyback, and fuck Harry Potter and his bitch of an ex-wife. They could all rot in hell for all he cared.
He moved swiftly, pulling out the portkey from his pocket.
"Port—"
He blinked as the portkey flew off, and before anyone could react, the lifeless arms pinning Greyback to the ground crumbled as the air swirled around them, the werewolf vanishing out of thin air.
Harry and his companions stood shock-still, trying to make sense of what had just happened, and so did Lucius who stared at the spot where Greyback had just been, his eyes wide in disbelief.
As Harry gazed at the same spot, realization dawned on him. His face contorted into one of frustration as he let out a guttural cry filled with disappointment in himself.
"FUCK!"