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WHIP-CRACK!
“Mmph!”
“Hold it. Accept it. I am your Mistress, an extension of your Master. What I choose to give you… what HE chooses to give you, you must be ready to wear proudly across your flesh. To show your submission to your Master, completely and utterly.”
Tonks shivers and shudders, even as the pain and Narcissa’s words alike wash over her body. She quivers in her current… somewhat degrading position, but does as she’s told, holding onto it, accepting it, letting the lash live on her flesh alongside the other nine lashes that her aunt… no, her Mistress has placed upon her body.
This is the third session together at this point, and while one might think that Narcissa Malfoy is simply using this as an opportunity to abuse and torture her half-blood niece simply because her sister went and married a muggleborn and got disowned from their family… Tonks knows better. You just have to have the right… context.
She’d asked for this, effectively. She’d asked for Narcissa to train her so she couldn’t really complain when the training got just a tad uncomfortable. And besides, Tonks understood what Narcissa was doing. She understood that this was all part of the plan.
Their training sessions had been rather illuminating so far. After the first, where Narcissa had tested Tonks’ willingness to obey and took her to the limits of what orders she would automatically follow without hesitating, the older witch had then assigned Tonks with… homework. Namely, she was to continue stalking Harry, following him and remaining unseen as she observed him with his toys.
… Needless to say, Tonks had rarely had such appealing homework either during her time as a student at Hogwarts or as a trainee in the Auror Program. Her Mistress didn’t have to tell her twice. Watching Harry work his magic with his girls was… always a delight. And the differences in how he treated certain witches were actually quite educational. There was Lavender, there were the Patil Twins… sure. But then there was Hermione Granger. There was Luna Lovegood. To a lesser extent, there was Daphne Greengrass.
Harry had his hands in a lot of pies, so to speak. Fortunately for Tonks, she was able to relay all that she’d seen to Narcissa during their sessions, and then her Mistress would turn around and make it make sense. Lavender and the Patil Twins were toys. Hermione, Luna, and Daphne were all the ones to really keep an eye on. Tonks wasn’t quite sure she saw it, but Narcissa was certain… those three were the ones Harry was truly interested in. As evidenced by the fact that he was taking his time with them in a way he hadn’t with Lavender or the Patil Sisters.
Of course, there were also the other Potter Witches. The Older Potter Witches, from Narcissa’s generation. Harry commonly met with some Professors. It made sense that he would be seeing Minerva McGonagall often enough, given she was his Head of House. But he didn’t get hurt too often and he was too young for electives, so why exactly was Tonks catching him going off with women like Poppy Pomphrey, Aurora Sinistra, and Septima Vector?
Simple, as Narcissa so succinctly put it. They were all Potter Witches. Of course, she also told Tonks not to get too close to them, nor to spy on them with Harry like she did the others. Not only did the Professors have more authority to discipline her if she got caught peeping, but they were also all much more magically capable than the young witches Harry was currently toying with.
No, Tonks’ Mistress had been quite clear about keeping her peeping confined only to those encounters the young Potter Lord had with witches younger than her. It was the only way to ensure she didn’t get caught before the time was… right.
Merlin, she wished the time were right already. But Tonks wasn’t a fool. She understood that three sessions under her Mistress’ not-so-tender mercies wouldn’t be enough. Auntie Narcissa was doing her best with her, but there were still some… issues that made Tonks inherently hard to train. They were the same issues that made such training necessary in the first place though.
Potter Wizards were powerful. Very, very powerful. They also liked a certain type of woman, one that Narcissa had explained to Tonks in great detail while helping her to train her flesh to be just as submissive as her soul. And judging by what she’d spied Harry doing with whom, he was just like his father and grandfather according to Narcissa.
Harry was the type of man who liked an assertive woman. He was the type of wizard who enjoyed a successful witch capable of driving an agenda forward. He, just like his father, appreciated a servant who with an independent streak, one that could act of their own accord without having to be told what to do every moment of every day. And yet, he, also like his father and grandfather before him, wanted those same witches to be deeply submissive to their Potter Lord… to their Master.
Maybe this sounded like a ridiculous set of requirements to the average listener. You can’t have it both ways, right? Except that wasn’t quite true. Because thanks to Potter Magic, you COULD have it both ways. House Potter had made an entire empire out of having it both ways, as a matter of fact. Harry’s forefathers and predecessors had shaped generations of stronger, independent women into submissive Potter Witches. They’d used their magic to mold the women who came to them in mind, body, and soul to serve their Potter Lord to the best of their considerable abilities.
That was what James Potter had done to Narcissa, her Mistress explained. That’s what he’d done to several witches. Meanwhile, the same could be said of his father before him, Harry’s grandfather. As well, the same could be said of Harry himself. Lavender and the Patil Twins were simple playthings. Toys for him to pass the time.
But Hermione, Luna, and Daphne… Narcissa was convinced from what she’d seen and what Tonks had told her that the three were Harry’s long term projects. Each were capable witches with immense potential in their own rights… and each were bound to become submissive Potter Witches at this point. It was… inevitable.
It was also all that Tonks wanted for herself as well. She wanted to be more than Harry’s toy. She wanted to be his tool in whatever form that took. She wanted to submit to him, completely and utterly, and let him have her in whatever way he wanted her.
There was just one… minor problem. Tonks was immune to Potter Magic. She and Narcissa had discussed this in length. She still wanted to be a Potter Witch. She still wanted to submit to Harry. But she couldn’t be the same sort of long term project as Hermione, Luna, and Daphne all were. She couldn’t… she could never truly be what he wanted her to be. Moldable. Shapable.
Her Mistress had a different way of describing it, of course. Narcissa called it Tonks’ biggest weakness, yes… but ALSO her biggest strength. According to her aunt, Tonks had potential to be Harry’s greatest asset. Everything she gave to the young Potter Lord would be of her own volition. And Narcissa assured her that that would be special to Harry. Unique, even. Tonks liked that. She liked the idea of being unique.
Unfortunately, at the same time… it was also her greatest weakness, because Harry would never be able to trust her in the same way that he could trust his other women. The witches that he worked on himself, that he secured the loyalty of through use of his Potter Magic until they were molded and shaped into exactly what he wanted them to be by his own two hands… they would always be more secure in his eyes than Tonks could ever be.
She would always be a security risk. A point of egress. A potential traitor within House Potter’s ranks. And that wasn’t just a possible theory either. No, that was quite literally what some were already hoping to use her for. Like Dumbledore himself. The Headmaster wanted to utilize her to get closer to Harry. He wanted to forge her into a weapon to use against Harry because of her immunity to Potter Magic.
Obviously, Tonks wasn’t about to let that happen. And she wasn’t about to betray Harry, no matter what. But… there was no way for HIM to know that. Hence, this training. Hence, her Mistress teaching her ahead of the grand reveal how to properly submit so that she could PROVE to Harry that she was his, no matter the fact of her immunity to his magic.
“Good.”
Tonks jolts as Narcissa’s voice finally cuts through the air. She flushes as she realizes how deep she got caught up in her own head… but at the same time, beams at the realization that it didn’t even matter. No, rather, her distraction was actually a good thing. It meant she was coming along very nicely, because despite getting so caught up in her own head… she’d done it. She’d maintained her form the entire time.
As mentioned previously, it might have LOOKED like Narcissa was torturing her niece for nothing more than the pleasure of torturing her niece, at least to an outside observer. But there was a very good reason that she’d just brought a riding crop down on Tonks’ upturned ass ten times and then spent the next few minutes molesting her, playing with her slit and edging her the entire while.
Put simply… Tonks needed to learn to keep her body in precisely the state that her Master wanted it. If Harry was going to own her, if he was going to be her Lord, then she had to be able to control herself FOR him thanks to her immunity to his magic. Rather than reaching out and shaping her into whatever he wanted, he would give her orders… orders that she should be expected to follow immediately.
That did not, however, mean that every order would be verbal. Sure, from what Tonks had seen so far, it wasn’t likely that Harry would want to whip and abuse her as her Mistress had been doing necessarily, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be times when he would expect her body to represent his physical touches, to respond to him in a certain way.
Thankfully, Tonks had her dear aunt to teach her. As Narcissa pulls her hands away from her body and Tonks slowly relaxes, allowing the lash marks to disappear from her flesh and leave her blemish free once more, the older witch slowly circles around to in front of her and nods.
“Very good indeed, Nymphadora. You’re coming along quite nicely. And I’m pleased that you’re getting better at holding back your orgasms as well.”
Tonks blushes but nods her head.
“Thank you… Mistress.”
Narcissa just smirks, grabbing Tonks by the chin, looking at her closely for a moment.
“I’ve also been watching you move around the school as well. You’re taking your duties more seriously, aren’t you? People are starting to mention your name. Students. Faculty. They’re both impressed and irritated by your constant presence.”
Tonks blushes at that, but thankfully her Mistress doesn’t sound too upset. No, if anything Narcissa’s tone is one of amusement.
“I… you’ve told me about how much Potter Wizards appreciate assertive women, Mistress. You’ve told me that they like it when someone strives to be the very best they can be… especially in public.”
Narcissa nods, her amusement only growing. Tonks takes that as encouragement to continue.
“Harry… our Lord has taken an interest in me already, I think. We’ve had a few conversations… and I still ‘owe’ him a reward from a w-while back. I think he eventually intends to… well, collect. But something is holding him back from me. Whether he’s just busy with his other projects, concerned about Dumbledore turning me into a plant… or merely worried about my immunity… I figured it couldn’t hurt to really start putting my best foot forward.”
With her free hand, her Mistress wordlessly gestures for her to go on. Letting out a shuddering breath, Tonks flushes. She… doesn’t have much else to say, truth be told.
“I just… I just want him to notice me, Mistress.”
Chuckling, Narcissa lets go of her chin and pats her cheek.
“Oh, he’s certainly noticed you, Nymphadora. That much, we were already certain of. Still, it can’t help to raise your esteem in his eyes. He already has dear, sweet Amelia in her position at the top of the DMLE of course… but she is of the old guard and she might even appreciate being retired at some point… especially if our Lord agrees to let her bear and raise a child of his seed. However, before she can retire… she’ll need to groom her replacement.”
Tonks’ eyes widen at that. The idea of HER becoming Director of the DMLE is… a heady one, she has to admit. But…
“S-Surely not me, right? I mean… wouldn’t that be…”
She doesn’t finish the sentence, because she doesn’t know how. On the one hand, that sounds like it would be much too suspicious for a Junior Auror like her to wind up in Amelia’s position over all the more experienced Aurors between them. On the other hand, Harry couldn’t really ever trust her like he could a normal Potter Witch, so wasn’t it also too dangerous to him to give Tonks that sort of power?
In response, her Mistress just shrugs.
“I cannot say what our Lord will and will not do, Nymphadora. From my observations, I can see that he has a lot of his father and grandfather in him. But also, he is his own man. His decisions will be his own and his choices are not for us to try and interpret or theorize in the end. But you should always be ready to serve… in whatever capacity your Lord calls for you to serve in. Understood?”
Tonks nods her head sharply.
“Y-Yes, Mistress.”
Smiling, Narcissa pulls out her wand and unbinds Tonks, freeing her from the uncomfortable position she’d been ‘forced’ to hold for the entirety of this session. Of course, much like everything Narcissa was doing to her, Tonks hadn’t truly been forced to do anything. She was a metamorphmagus, a literal shapeshifter… she could escape whenever she wanted, and erase whatever marks her Mistress left on her body. But that was all part of the training, in the end.
Still, it seemed to be over for now. Made clear by Narcissa beginning to clean up the… traces of their activities.
“You should keep it up. This go-getter attitude of yours. It wouldn’t do to seem like you’re overly focused on Harry anyways, so continue to canvas the school and dole out punishments as you see fit. It’s quite amusing listening to both students and Professors alike gripe and complain about you ‘overstepping your authority’ by handing out detentions and taking away points.”
Tonks flushes at that, squirming for a moment at Narcissa’s praise.
“… As you say Mistress. Though… are you sure the Professors won’t try and stop me, eventually?”
Here, Narcissa turns to her with a grin.
“No, because Dumbledore continues to support you. The man insists on you being well within your rights, in fact. So long as he thinks you might be in his corner, you will continue to have him in your corner. I don’t need to tell a witch as smart as you why this is a Good Thing, do I?”
“No, Mistress.”
“I thought not. An excellent session today, Nymphadora. You are coming along splendidly… and before long, you will be fit for presentation to our Lord. Until then, continue watching him from afar and do not let him or anyone else catch you. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Tonks bows her head in supplication and by the time she raises it, Narcissa has already slipped right out of the room. She stares after the older witch for a second, biting her lower lip as she allows herself a moment of… concern. It was one thing to hide her training from Harry. But… Narcissa herself hadn’t approached the young Potter Wizard yet, had she? As of this moment, it wasn’t just that Harry didn’t know about Tonks… but he also didn’t know about her Aunt either.
Was it right, keeping all of this from him for so long? She could only hope that her Mistress knew exactly what she was doing…
-x-X-x-
“The instructions are on the board. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. You may begin.”
Narcissa hoped that she knew what she was doing. As she watches her current class begin making the potion outlined in the instructions on the board behind her, the Potions Mistress holds back a sigh.
Nymphadora really was coming along quite well, it needed to be said. Only three sessions in and the metamorph was already showcasing an ability to hold herself to a certain standard that Narcissa found most impressive. The poor dear would never have it as easy as a normal Potter Witch, of course. For the average woman who found themselves catching the attention of a Potter Wizard, it was actually quite simple. Just give in. Easier, that way. And so, so much more rewarding. The Potter would shape you and mold you, and you would be better for it.
But Narcissa’s niece could not expect the same. Harry could not shape or mold Nymphadora in the way he was doing with the other young women he’d pulled into his orbit. He could not do it quick and fast like with Lavender and the Patils, nor could he take his time like he was with Hermione, Luna, and Daphne, all to varying degrees.
In the end, he could not do anything to Nymphadora that Nymphadora was not fully on board with. Potter Magic did not work on Metamorphmagi, full stop.
However… Harry Potter was incredibly lucky. Because without even knowing it, the boy had managed to attract the attention of a naturally submissive, incredibly eager metamorphmagus who wanted nothing more than to place herself at his feet, completely and totally. Of course… the girl was a little gullible. Narcissa would have trained that out of her, but she was still using it, so she hadn’t started on that yet.
Nymphadora was so ready to submit to the newest Lord Potter that she’d already betrayed him and didn’t know it. It wasn’t a big betrayal, of course… very minor in the grand scheme of things. And ultimately, it would be quite harmless. But it was still a betrayal all the same. Because Harry still didn’t know about Narcissa. And every single session, her darling niece would spill the beans to her ‘Mistress’ all the same.
By inserting herself into the command structure, by couching it all in terms that made it seem like obeying Narcissa was the same as obeying Harry, she had effectively turned Nymphadora into her spy. To be fair, Narcissa could do the same thing she was having her niece do for her. Hell, she could do it better. She HAD been doing it better before she’d decided to drag Nymphadora into her new scheme. But that didn’t change the fact that Nymphadora should have thought twice before happily telling Narcissa every single little thing that Harry was doing with his girls each time they had a session.
“Professor! Um, I had a question?”
Pulled from her thoughts, Narcissa makes her way over to the cauldron in question, manned by a nervous but hopeful Ravenclaw Witch. She listens patiently and silently to the younger woman’s query, and then succinctly answers her without hesitation and without censure. When she’s done and has returned to the front of the classroom, she turns back to see the Ravenclaw’s shoulders slumped in relief, even as she sets about applying Narcissa’s instructions to her work.
… While Narcissa Malfoy did not necessarily hate Severus Snape, she had to admit that he’d done a lot of harm to a lot of Hogwarts Students. While playing the role of Lady Malfoy, being Lucius’ trophy wife and raising Draco, Narcissa hadn’t really paid much attention to what was going on at Hogwarts with Draco’s Godfather. And because Draco was a Slytherin, he’d never once complained.
But the truth was, Snape had damaged an entire generation of the Wizarding World. And no one on either side seemed to care. Well, Narcissa had already decided she would not follow in Snape’s footsteps. Oh sure, she showed a clear bias to Slytherin here and there. She WAS their new Head of House and a Malfoy besides, so it would be incredibly suspicious if she DIDN’T show favoritism towards Slytherin.
Still, she wasn’t inclined to abuse a bunch of school children, so unlike Severus, Narcissa was fair and far more accommodating. Sure, she wasn’t REALLY at Hogwarts to teach… it was merely a convenient cover until such time as she decided to finally make contact with Harry Potter and reveal herself to him. But until then, she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to do a good job all the same.
Ah, but that did bring her back to the main issue at hand… the fact that she still hadn’t approached the young Potter Lord yet. Her initial excuse of wanting to keep an eye on him to find out if he was anything like his father and thus worthy of her loyalty was long gone. That question had been answered to Narcissa’s satisfaction at this point, and in the end it was a resounding ‘Yes!’.
But still she hadn’t approached him. Partly because she wanted to have Nymphadora gift-wrapped and ready before she did so… but also because she was afraid. Would Harry use her in the same way James had? She certainly hoped so.
See, Narcissa was a certain type of witch. She had… a fetish. She enjoyed being used by her Master quite a lot, but not just in a one-on-one way. James Potter had taken and shaped her, molded her… and then loaned her out to other men, utilizing her as a honey pot designed to reinforce the loyalty of some while gaining information from others.
It was her preference, to be fair. Being used as a sexual plaything by her Master was one thing, but knowing she was furthering James’ goals with her body and humiliating herself in the process was… another, much more enticing thing altogether. Under James’ control, Narcissa Malfoy had been used by a number of wizards, until eventually she’d married Lucius Malfoy, all as part of her Master’s plans.
Of course, they all knew how that turned out in the end. But that didn’t mean Narcissa didn’t enjoy… giving herself to whoever her Master ordered her to. As a tool in his toolbox, Narcissa wanted her Lord to be willing to utilize her in the ways she was best utilized. But would Harry do that? He hadn’t yet, from what Narcissa had observed so far. He hadn’t allowed any wizard to touch a single one of his women so far.
… If that was simply how Harry was, then that was okay. In every other way, he reminded her so much of her previous Master that it honestly hurt. Still, she needed to make up for her failures. She had to own up to her mistakes. James had died… at least in part because of her. When she finally revealed herself to Harry with a fully trained Nymphadora at her side, Narcissa would admit as much. And then she would put herself at his mercy and let her do whatever he wanted with her.
In the meantime though, she would be damned if she let another Potter Lord die on her watch. She was going to do everything she could to make sure Harry didn’t just survive… but thrived. Narcissa Malfoy would do everything in her power to secure the safety of the last Potter Lord. And only once she was sure he could stand on his own two feet would she throw herself upon the ground before him and submit to his judgment once and for all.