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With so many eyes on him, with so many whispers going on about his person, Harry James Potter… remains aloof. Honestly, he barely pays any attention to anyone, least of all the other First Years in his boat on the way across the Lake. Those in his year… he’s not sure that any of them are going to prove truly worth knowing.
Certainly, his upbringing and emotional maturity make it hard for him to relate to anyone his own age. Even those of an older age, like for instance his cabinmate on the way here, were so easily… manipulated.
As they arrive outside of the Great Hall, a woman introduces herself as Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration Professor and Head of House for House Gryffindor. Still, Harry barely pays her any mind. After all, with how distracted he got on the train, he’s spending this time now before the Sorting figuring out exactly where he wants to go.
Out of all of the Houses, Harry knows where he would likely fit in best. Ravenclaw spoke to him in a way the other Houses simply… didn’t. He’d always been a studious sort. Then again, maybe Slytherin was the one he would have fit in best, because he was already discarding Ravenclaw as an option for quite nefarious reasons.
It would have to be Gryffindor, he’d decided. What else COULD it be? He was supposed to be the Wizarding World’s Big Damn Hero. And while it may not have always been this way, culturally, Hogwarts was very set in stone. If you were in Hufflepuff, you were generally regarded as useless. If you were in Ravenclaw, you were studious. If you were in Gryffindor, you were courageous. And if you were in Slytherin, you were evil.
Honestly, imagine having a fucking Evil House. The whole concept was ridiculous, but it showed a changing of the cultural zeitgeist that couldn’t be ignored. After Gellert Grindelwald fell in battle to Albus Dumbledore, House Gryffindor suddenly became even more the House of Heroes then it already was. After Voldemort and his patsy Death Eaters were almost all discovered to be Slytherins, House Slytherin became even more the House of Villains then it already was.
Given the original mythos behind Salazar Slytherin’s departure from the school and Godric Gryffindor’s heroic status, it had technically always been a little this way. However, the division was more pronounced than ever.
One might think then that Harry would be best served just letting the Sorting Hat place him in Ravenclaw and not picking a side, but that was the problem. He had already had his side chosen for him. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, and when Voldemort had decided to try and off him only to fail that Halloween Night ten years ago, Harry had become a Symbol for the Light, a Big Damn Hero.
For him to go anywhere BUT Gryffindor would cause those who were already wary of him to become even more suspicious. As Bigsby had told Harry, there were those who’d sought to control him right after his parents’ death. He’d dodged quite the bullet, because if Albus Dumbledore had had his way, he would have grown up with muggles of all things.
It wasn’t that Harry hated muggles… in fact there were a few he liked very much. But he honestly couldn’t fathom arriving in the Wizarding World, here at this moment, with next to no knowledge of what he was up against. It would have been horrible, positively dreadful really.
So yes, Gryffindor was where he’d have to be, and as Harry waits for his name to be called, he’s already reorganizing his mind. It is, after all, quite easy for a proper Potter to shape even themselves into whatever it is they need to become. A façade one might say, a shell covering up his true persona… but a shell that was nonetheless so beautifully crafted and so exquisitely designed so as to give no possible hints to its true nature.
By the time Harry has entered the Great Hall, he’s not even all that worried about meeting the eyes of Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor Snape, both of whom he’s well aware are accomplished Legilimens. His Occlumency is advanced enough to rebuff them both, but he won’t even do that. He’ll let them see what they both expect to see… a mini James Potter, excited to be at Hogwarts, but well aware of his noble responsibilities and the expectations set upon him as the last surviving member of House Potter.
“Potter, Harry!”
As Professor McGonagall finally calls his name, Harry steps forward into the sudden swell of murmuring and muttering going on all around him. As he strides down the middle of the Great Hall, between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, he can’t help but hear the things people are saying about him.
“Blimey, that’s Harry fucking Potter.”
“Boy-Who-Lived… well, he’s certainly a boy.”
“Do you think he’s any good at his Family’s Magics?”
“You mean…?”
“Of course, I mean that!”
“Well, maybe. Bit young though for that sort of thing, isn’t he?”
“Did you really talk with him on the Train Ride, Lav?”
“We did more than talk… I’ll tell you more about it later, in private.”
Harry doesn’t turn his head towards the sound of Lavender Brown’s voice, her words still somewhat shaky from her experience with him, but he definitely notes her presence, and the Indian witch she was speaking to as he passed by their section of the table. Besides, he knew what he would have seen if he had looked.
When he’d altered Lavender’s body to more readily enjoy her… feminine delights, Harry had gone ahead and only made the change temporary. Mostly. If he’d made her improvements permanent, he would have been completely drowning in witches within days, and that would have drawn FAR too much attention, as well as disrupted his work here at Hogwarts. He was only one boy, after all.
Instead, Lavender’s enhancements had lasted only as long as it’d taken for her to wear off and enjoy them for all of a minute, before they would have started to fade away, her body returning to a more… manageable state. That said, he hadn’t completely left her swaying in the end. He’d made sure she would retain some amount of the enhancement to her tits and ass that he’d given her. Enough to be explained away as a summer development, seeing as she’d spent the entire train ride in his compartment.
At the same time, the molding he’d done of her psyche, of her mind… that would remain. The slow shift of her loyalty to him and him alone first and foremost would not be going anywhere any time soon. Which meant, that cute Indian witch she was promising to tell all to would probably be the first that Lavender offered up on the altar to her new god… Him.
Arriving at the stool, Harry sits down with an eager, boyish grin on his face, none of his true thoughts showing so much as a twinkle in his eye, or even on the surface of his mind. As the Sorting Hat is placed upon his head, all that it sees, and all that anyone trying to peer into the Boy-Who-Lived’s thoughts will see, is the perfect Hero, the courageous orphan boy who has grown up around magic and learned to love it so much, while also having a good, kind heart and the strength of conscience and will to stand against Evil in all its of myriad forms.
Really, in the end it takes the hat less than a second.
“GRYFFINDOR!”
There’s cheering from the Gryffindor Table, as the hat is pulled from his head and he hops down, making his way over. He’s all smiles as he moves to sit with the other First Years who have been sorted into the House of Lions so far, not that he knows any of their names. There are some pats on the back, some excitement, and even an older red head who shouts “WE GOT POTTER, WE GOT POTTER!” at the top of his lungs until he’s silenced by McGonagall’s Withering Glare.
The rest of the Feast passes without incident, with Harry making enough small talk with his peers to avoid being deemed antisocial, but honestly just continuing the act more than anything. Nothing here, surrounded by his fellow Firsties, is TRULY of interest to him. The only person who catches his eye that’s in his year, is one Neville Longbottom.
And that’s only because he recognizes the other eleven year old as the second possibility for the prophecy that caused Voldemort to kill his parents. If Voldemort had chosen to go after the Longbottoms instead that fateful night, who knows what might have happened. Would Neville have been the Boy-Who-Lived instead? Or would Neville have died, and Voldemort’s reign of terror continued?
In the end, it didn’t matter… but Neville, for all that the pudgy boy seemed painfully shy and unsure of himself, might just come to matter at some point in the future. Harry resolved to keep an eye on his development. They had the same starts, the two of them. But something about Neville’s upbringing, despite it being just as magical as Harry’s, had stifled the boy something fierce. Maybe being at Hogwarts would be the change he needed. Or maybe Harry would have to step in and shape Neville into a future political ally. It was certainly easier working with people when they were younger, Harry just didn’t enjoy it all that much.
After the Feast, Harry and the other First Years are quickly corralled by two Gryffindor Prefects.
“Firsties over here, with us! We’ll show you to the Tower, c’mon, c’mon!”
It’s the older red head from before, the one who shouted ‘WE GOT POTTER!’, and Harry can’t help but wonder how he ever got that Prefect Badge, when the wizard’s eyes alight upon him and light up with excitement.
“Ah, Harry! C’mere, Harry, c’mere. You can be my assistant and help me get everyone to the Tower safe and sound, doesn’t that sound lovely? I’m Ron Weasley, and if you need ANYTHING, you be sure to let me know, alright mate? Alright, stick close to me now, and I’ll be sure to help you out!”
The older boy is certainly… eager. But Harry is no one’s fool, and quickly detects the place that eagerness comes from. This Ron Weasley is a glory hound out to ride on the coattails of the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry is not unaware of the prominent families in the Wizarding World. Some, like Neville’s family, are prominent because they have wealth and influence and political power.
Others, like the Weasley Family, are prominent simply because of how many of them there are. Ron Weasley, if Harry remembers his lessons correctly, is the sixth son of seven children to the current Weasley Patriarch and Matriarch, an… Arthur and Molly, Harry believed.
With that knowledge, it was incredibly easy to see why the older boy wanted so desperately to ‘take Harry under his wing’, as he put it while they all made their way over to Gryffindor Tower. Through Harry, Ron could perhaps finally step out of his brothers’ shadows and be his own man. Heh, somehow, Harry didn’t quite see that happening. In fact, he had to admit… he was far more interested in the other Prefect escorting them to the Tower.
“Prefect Weasley, do try to avoid drooling overly much over the new crop. I assure you, if you expect them to be able to do your homework for you, then you have another thing coming.”
“Prefect Granger, do try to dislodge the stick up your ass one of these days. You’d make more friends if you weren’t such a fussy know-it-all.”
Hermione Granger’s nostrils flare in anger at that, but the witch is the first to back down, leaving Ron to continue controlling the narrative and talking all of their ears off, though mostly Harry’s. And yet, Harry can’t help but be FAR more interested in the female Prefect. She is… very intriguing, after all.
A muggleborn, of course, and so information on her was spotty at best, but Harry would be a fool not to recognize the name that had routinely sat at the top spot of Hogwarts’ Academic Rolls for the last several years. Ever since Hermione Granger had arrived at Hogwarts, she had been the top of her class. Despite being a Gryffindor, she’d taken a position that had previously been held by either a studious Ravenclaw or a VERY ambitious Slytherin, and she’d locked it down tight.
Of course, Academic Records could only tell him so much. Only now that he was here at Hogwarts, with Ms. Granger in front of him, did Harry see the toll her Academic Excellence had taken on her. The girl is beautiful, but with her frizzy hair pulled back into a tight bun and a constant frown and furrowed brow marring her face, it was almost like she didn’t WANT to be beautiful, like she preferred to hide her cuteness.
It was very clear that the muggleborn witch’s brilliance had caused her to be ostracized by her peers. Harry could imagine it easily, how she might have tried to reach out and help her classmates in her First Year, only to be chastised and insulted and bullied. In turn, it was obvious that the brunette had then retreated into the safety and security of books. After all, MOST books, save for the particularly dangerous and magical ones, wouldn’t bite your head off for enjoying them.
Just based on the small interaction between the two Prefects, Harry could tell that Hermione, despite being gorgeous in her own right and with the potential to be very sexy if she actually tried for once, had become rather downtrodden, and socially isolated. Whereas Ron might be a Prefect because of the Weasley Family’s purported loyalty to Dumbledore, Hermione had been made a Prefect due to her Academic Excellence… yet the additional authority hadn’t helped her at all.
All of this, and more, flittered through Harry’s mind as they finally arrived at the Tower, and thankfully, were able to make their way to the First Year Dorm, where Ron couldn’t follow for long before having to go to bed himself. As Harry checks his trunk to make sure the wards are all still holding strong and it wasn’t tampered with in transit, he sighs and pulls out his wand, surreptitiously casting a few charms on his bed as well.
No poisons, no pranks, no traps or tricks… that’s good. It would be such a shame to have finally left the safety of his family home to come all the way here to Hogwarts, only to end up strangled by his own bedding because an assassin had managed to hex it before his arrival. Nostrils flaring, eyes fluttering shut, Harry gets changed into his pajamas and gets into bed.
For all his emotional maturity, for all his knowledge and power… he is still an eleven year old boy away from home for the first time in living memory. This is not his bed; this is not his room. Sharing a dorm with five other boys is going to be quite the taxing task, Harry can already tell. But… he’ll just have to live with it. And in the meantime, he’ll need the sleep. There’s work to be done on the morrow, after all.
Reaching within himself, the little Potter Lord lets out a breath… and flicks a switch, sending himself into a deep slumber that he will wake from in exactly eight hours. He won’t sleep through hell breaking loose, nor will he sleep through the disruption of the alarm charms he put on his bed before laying down if anyone tries to creep up on him, but otherwise he will sleep soundly. And that’s all that matters.
-x-X-x-
“What is your impression of the boy, Severus?”
“Are you asking me what I think of the child who looks exactly like my school bully and took less than a second to be sorted into Gryffindor? Even Potter spent longer on the stool than his son.”
“I think you know what I’m asking, Severus. Harry’s whereabouts have unfortunately been as much a mystery to me these last ten years as they were to you. And that was NOT how it was supposed to be. The boy was supposed to be raised by his muggle relatives. He was supposed to be ignorant of his Family Heritage. If he is not… we have a problem on our hands.”
“Ah, so you’re asking me if I committed the very illegal act of Legilimency against an eleven year old, is that it?”
“Severus, please.”
“Fine. From the few glimpses I was able to get into his mind… he remains ignorant of what you’re afraid of. The boy was raised by House Elves and inundated with stories of his father and forefathers as a result, but nothing like you would expect from a Potter Mind. He’s an idiot.”
“He’s eleven, Severus. But… yes, I did get the same initial impression as you did, when I peered into young Harry’s mind. Based off what I saw, he’s done quite a lot of reading, but of fiction and fantasy, the sort of stories that feature a Wizard-Knight in shining armor rushing off to rescue a Princess from the Dastardly Dragon. Which means things are NOT as bad as I feared.”
“Oh?”
“Indeed, it is more than likely that he has VERY limited and restricted access to the Potter Library, likely on account of his age. While it surprises me that a Family as… uniquely paranoid and cautious as the Potters didn’t set up additional caveats for the near-destruction of their entire House, this can only be good for us. He’s still too young to have been introduced to the true nature of his heritage and his family’s skills… and if at all possible, we must keep it that way.”
“And how, precisely, will we go about doing that, hm?”
“I must ask you to do that which you just labeled highly illegal once more, I’m afraid. I need you to dive into young Harry’s mind whenever possible, to try and discover exactly WHERE the Potter Manor is located. With him here at Hogwarts, gaining access to the Potter Residence will hopefully be easier, but alas, even after all my time as a friend to the family, I was never made privy to their true Bastion, their Ancestral Home.”
“The Great Albus Dumbledore not only asking me to commit Azkaban-worthy crimes but also admitting his failure at getting something done, both in one night. My oh my…”
“Hm, indeed. That said, we need to find the residence. We need to get into that Library and remove all of the knowledge of the Potter Heritage and Family Techniques before Harry reaches an age where he’s able to access it. I don’t think I need to tell you how bad it would be.”
“A mini version of James Potter without even his parents to control and guide him? I shudder to think what sort of horrors such an unchecked, horny teenager would visit upon this school.”
“Indeed. Best to head that off. Best to… guide young Harry down the right path. The Potter’s shaping techniques should die with James Potter.”
“… Very well, Headmaster. If that will be all?”
“Yes, yes. Go on then. And report back the moment you have something.”
-x-X-x-
His first two weeks at Hogwarts pass by without incident. Oh sure, there’s a few irritations here and there. Ron Weasley is always eager to lend a helping hand, sitting with Harry at practically every meal and trying to pass down terrible advice as ‘wisdom’ while stuffing his face with the hard work of the Hogwarts Kitchens.
There’s also a minor altercation between Harry and the Potions Professor, Severus Snape. The man tries so very hard to tear Harry down on his first day in his class that it would be amusing, if it weren’t so pitiful. Still, Harry has to be mindful of the façade he’s putting on, and so he courageously does his best to answer Snape’s questions. The first two are things he should know and so he gets them right, but the next three are all things that would be beyond a normal young wizard his age, and so he gets them wrong.
Snape is all too pleased with his failure, but Harry is able to mold the interaction in subtle ways. By that night at dinner, the school’s hatred for Professor Snape and love for Harry have both grown all the greater, as they all whisper to each other about how awful Snape is for bullying the young Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry even hears rumors that the talking got so bad Minerva McGonagall even went to Dumbledore and tried to get him to reprimand Snape in some way, but whether that actually happened or not, Harry couldn’t say. Certainly, the Transfiguration Professor almost seemed to dote on him, awarding him plenty of House Points in her class, but that might have had just as much to do with Harry giving his façade a slightly prodigious skill with Transfiguration.
What he was showing in class was still nothing compared to what he was actually capable of though, of course. Tch, holding himself back so he met the standards of those in control of the school was undeniably the most annoying part about being stuck at Hogwarts. Luckily, Harry had… ways of relieving stress available to him.
“Oh fuck, MERLIN YES! Harder! Give it to me harder!”
Chuckling as he grips Lavender Brown by her pale bubble butt and plows into her from behind, standing on a chair while she’s bent over a desk in an abandoned classroom, Harry shakes his head and rears back a hand, bringing it down on her plush backside in a punishing spanking.
S-SMACK!
“Eep!”
“That’s not how we ask for something, is it Lavender?”
Blushing, the older girl shakes her head and moans wantonly before rephrasing her ‘request’.
“P-Please give it to me h-harder, sir…”
Chuckling, Harry does just that, his emerald eyes twinkling all the while as the boy uses his big fat cock to plunge deep inside of Lavender’s quim again and again.
Needless to say, he hadn’t been shy about building a little black book of women, starting with the buxom blonde Gryffindor in front of him now. Two weeks in, Lavender was still the first name in that metaphorical little black book, but Harry had expectations that that would change soon. Indeed, as the blonde cries out again and cums for the umpteenth time around his cock, Harry thrusts forward only once more, before pulling out at the last second.
Exhausted as she is, Lavender can’t manage to stay up on the table without his cock pinning her in place. Slumping down to her knees, the older witch turns just in time to expose her front to his load as he proceeds to spray his seed all over her face and her creamy, large tits. Opening her mouth and lolling out her tongue, Lavender tries to catch as much of his stringy cum as she can in her maw, but most of it just ends up dripping down her face and chest by the time he’s done.
The facial he leaves her with is certainly all-encompassing… and Lavender Brown immediately begins rubbing his cum into herself, using it as a moisturizer of sorts. He hadn’t even told her that his seed had any special properties to it, but she’d convinced herself that it was excellent for her skin and complexion, and he simply hadn’t bothered to correct her.
As Lavender finishes clearing the thick white semen from her vision however, she opens her eyes… and stares at his cock, still rock hard and pointed unerringly at her face. Opening her plush pillowy lips to speak, the words catch in her throat as she looks between him and his dick. Harry just smirks at her before shaking his head and turning away.
“Hm.”
He doesn’t even have to say it out loud. That he’s disappointed in her stamina, or rather, the lack thereof, comes through loud and clear. And that, combined with the conversations she’s been having with Parvati Patil, the Indian Witch he’d seen her talking to at the Sorting, was the final straw to break the camel’s back.
“L-Lord Potter!”
Already picking up his robe and sliding it on, Harry glances back at her, feigning disinterest as he raises an eyebrow. An amusing sight if anyone were watching, him an eleven year old boy, and her a nearly full grown woman, desperately seeking his approval as he looks down his nose at her.
“I w-would… that is… um, I have a friend. A friend who is… interested in y-you and what you might have to o-offer her in exchange for her… services?”
For a purported Gossip Queen, Lavender is certainly struggling with her words. Internally, Harry smirks, but outwardly his lips thin out and he continues to look down at her as he speaks in a clipped tone.
“I see. And you told her enough about me to get her interested, did you?”
The disapproval in his voice makes Lavender freeze up and blanch at the thought that she might have truly displeased and upset him. She hasn’t, she’s done everything exactly as he planned for her to do so far, but there’s no reason she needs to know that quite yet. Shivering, Lavender quickly shakes her head.
“O-Only in service to you, milord! I… I promise, she’s well worth your time! The two of us together… we’ll be more than you can handle!”
Only now does Harry allow his smile to spread across his face, the young wizard humming as he pretends to consider what Lavender is offering him. In truth, this was only ever going to go one way… the way he intended. Lavender Brown is to be his… go-between when it comes to the Gryffindor Witches of her year. Indeed, Harry has no desire to go chasing after every single witch. He has no desire currently to go chasing after any witches.
The only one to truly catch his eye so far has been the cold, aloof, and altogether standoffish bookworm, Hermione Jane Granger. But… that didn’t mean Harry wasn’t going to build a power base. And for all that Wizarding Society was inherently sexist… see the fact that it was called Wizarding Society, people regularly underestimated what a good assortment of witches beholden to you could do.
Harry had, after all, read more than enough of his ancestors’ journals to know that quite a few Potter Lords had built their Family’s Power, Wealth, and Influence to greater and greater heights off the back of grateful, desperate, needy witches.
“… Very well, bring her along the next time we meet. We’ll see what she can do, if anything.”
Grateful, desperate, and needy were all good word for describing Lavender in that moment, as Harry acts like he’s making some great concession, when in reality its she who’s whoring out her friend to him. Still, both Lavender and Parvati want this. Who is he to deny them?
-x-X-x-
“Holy fucking shit, you really are huge.”
Harry cocks an eyebrow as the side of his mouth quirks upward in amusement. Looking down at the gorgeous caramel-skinned Indian Witch kneeling naked at his feet, he watches her as Parvati in turn stares at his thick, fat cock, the barrel of his meat cannon twitching as it points at her face.
Coming down to her knees behind Parvati, an equally naked Lavender runs her hands up and down her friend’s nude body, licking her lips and whispering into her ear.
“What did I tell you, Par? He’s too much for any one witch to handle. But you and me… together, we can take him.”
Parvati slowly nods, not once taking her eyes off of Harry’s cock, as if entranced. Amused, Harry sighs.
“Ms. Patil.”
His clipped, no-nonsense tone makes her jolt, and her eyes flicker up to his face. Its clear that much like Lavender at first, the Indian witch thought of him as nothing more than a little boy with fancy tricks, even with all that her friend had been telling her. Now that she’s before him and his cock however, her misconceptions have been stripped away, and she doesn’t seem to know what to think anymore.
“Y-Yes?”
Lavender is quick to whisper in her ear and Parvati is just as quick to correct herself, repeating the blonde’s words.
“Yes sir?”
Smiling thinly, Harry strokes his cock.
“What exactly do you want from me, Ms. Patil? Lavender here told me that you were interested in my services. And yet, here you are on your knees before me, about to service me without asking for anything. Am I to assume that you’re such a slut that all you want is my cock?”
The crass language, coming from his lips, has a pronounced effect on Parvati. Her eyes widen and she rears back as if struck, only to be stopped from any further retreat by Lavender, who is holding her in place.
“N-No! No, I want… I want to be prettier than my sister, sir.”
Harry blinks at that, and gestures with a hand for her to elaborate. Flushing, the Indian Witch ducks her head for a moment, nervously tucking a lock of her hair back behind her ear before continuing.
“Padma and I are… identical twins. But she’s the Ravenclaw, while I’m the Gryffindor. She loves to say that all I have going for me is my looks, but because we both have the same looks, she’ll always be better than me.”
An angry frown mars Parvati’s expression then, as her lips pull down into a pout.
“Fine. She can be smarter than me. She’s always been more studious. But I don’t have to live in a world where she’s just as pretty as me! Not… n-not if you help me, sir…”
Hm, so that was it. How petty. But Harry doesn’t say that. Instead, he mulls over Parvati’s request for a long moment in silence, before finally nodding his head.
“Very well, I’ll help you. The changes will have to be slow, of course… implemented over the course of several sessions. But by the end of the year, you will outshine your twin sister’s beauty by at least a little bit in every way.”
Parvati’s breath hitches at his agreement, her pupils dilating in excitement. For a moment, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Luckily, Lavender steps in and whispers in her ear.
“Thank Lord Potter properly, Par!”
“R-Right. Thank you, Lord Potter!”
“Not like that silly!”
And then, in a stunning display of just how far under his control Lavender has already fallen, the blonde witch proceeds to wrap Parvati’s hair around her hand in a makeshift ponytail, tugging so that the Indian Witch’s mouth falls open in a startled gasp, before slamming her friend bodily down his cock. Parvati’s hands come up to grab onto his knees as she’s forced to take half of his cock into her mouth and down her throat right then and there, choking mightily as Harry watches on, amused.
“Gluuuuuughkk!!!”
“Don’t fight it. Just focus on swallowing. It’ll be easier then.”
After a moment, Parvati begins to follow her friend’s advice as Lavender starts bouncing her head up and down his cock. The Indian witch doesn’t stop choking, not by a long shot, but there’s a pace to her gagging after a little while, as she clings to him for dear life while Lavender, with an interesting gleam in her eye, continues to force her to deep-throat his member.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
The blonde witch is already coming along nicely, the wicked smile on her face making it abundantly clear she’s getting off on debasing and degrading her best friend for his benefit. Harry watches on, amused but controlling his reaction, even as Parvati’s watery eyes look up at him, the tears eventually flowing and ruining her makeup as her drool and saliva and slobber coalesce on her chin and dribble down onto her caramel breasts.
She’s not quite as well-endowed as Lavender, not even as well-endowed as Lavender was before Harry had given her a smidgen of enhancement. As beautiful as Parvati is, if this is what he’s starting with, making her more beautiful than her twin by the end of the year will honestly be child’s play. He can already see numerous ways to improve her… and not just physically, but in her attitude and personality as well.
Still, for the moment, Harry reaches out and places his hand atop her head, the heel of his palm resting against her brow.
“Let’s see if we can get rid of a couple of those imperfections, shall we?”
Parvati’s eyes widen and her tongue lashes across the underside of his cock in excitement at the thought. Harry just chuckles, doing his part here and there, almost too small to notice. He can’t give her too much, not even as much as he let Lavender keep, in truth. After all, Parvati not only had a family member at Hogwarts, but she’d also already been seen by all of her dormmates numerous times over the past two weeks.
When he’d told her this would be an all year affair, he’d been right. Still, nothing said he couldn’t give her a bit of an… advance on his end of the deal. And so, as he gets closer to ejaculating down her throat, Parvati gains a quarter of a cup size. Her hips curve out a bit more. Her ass gains a bit more fat to it. He also removes a few hairs from between her eyebrows. It was clear that Parvati, and likely her sister as well, would easily end up with a unibrow if not for constant manicuring and plucking of the space between.
But Harry removes the hairs altogether so that Parvati no longer has to deal with that upkeep. A small change to be sure, but also a strong example of his power. When he’s done with her, he pulls his hand back and looks down into Parvati’s watery eyes.
“I’m going to cum now.”
“We’ll share it! I’m not about to let you have the full load, Par!”
Of course, Lavender is still very much convinced that his seed makes excellent moisturizer. And so, she yanks a gasping, choking Parvati back off of his cock and slides out from behind her. The two witches end up side by side, kneeling together, with Lavender pressing her cheek against Parvati’s and lolling out her tongue. In turn, the Indian Witch clearly doesn’t know what to expect, flinching back as the deluge of seed explodes from his massive bitch breaker of a member.
Lavender holds her in place though, and soon both the pale and caramel-skinned witches are absolutely covered in his sticky, white substance. As Lavender moans and begins rubbing it into her skin like it’s the best thing ever, Parvati blinks before slowly, hesitantly beginning to do the same. Harry just smiles and watches them both, his cock still hard and not going soft any time soon.
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“OH FUCK! YES! YES, LORD POTTER!”
As Parvati squeals like a stuck pig, the Indian Witch arching her back invitingly while clinging to the table he’s fucking her atop of, Harry just chuckles. The young boy’s massive cock spears in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Interestingly, she too was a virgin, just like Lavender. Another bit of magical power claimed. It was just too bad that no one seemed to respect the power behind a virginity any longer, but all the better for him, really.
Parvati had even said, when he was getting ready to penetrate her, that she was supposed to save herself for an arranged marriage to some man back in India that her parents would pick out for her. But she’d also said she didn’t care, and that there was a spell she could use to fake it if need be. And so, Harry had impaled her upon his cock, and begin fucking her hard and fast.
Lavender watches on nearby, fingering herself as she sits there licking her lips. She’ll be next of course, after he’s done plowing Parvati and her new and improved body silly. The gorgeous Indian Witch is covered in sweat and squealing as she begs him for more, while Lavender… Lavender has a look of avarice and greed in her eye.
Perhaps the blonde truly does think he won’t be able to handle both of them, one after the other. Perhaps she thinks she can control him if she just has Parvati to help her. If that is what’s going through her pretty little mind, she’s in for a dark surprise. It’s fine though, Harry knows he’s got a lot of work ahead of him with these two. Their bodies… that’s the easy part truth be told. It’s their minds and personalities he’s going to have the most trouble with.
Still, sex seems to be the way to both of their hearts, at least for the time being. Parvati is shrieking as she cums around his pistoning prick for the umpteenth time, and Lavender shudders, plunging three whole fingers up into her own quim as she watches this with a look of abject lust on her face.
It’s in the midst of all of this that Harry notices her. A third witch, watching them all. The door to the classroom they’re using has cracked open just a bit, and through it Harry sees a single brown eye staring at the scene in front of her, wide and shocked. She hasn’t noticed that he’s noticed her yet though, and so Harry watches on in amusement as he gives Parvati the dicking of a lifetime, fucking her silly while well aware that Hermione Granger is just outside the door.
To her credit, she pulls back and closes the door after only a handful of moments, rather than staying and watching. Harry can’t help but be a little surprised though. The muggleborn witch WAS a Prefect, after all. This sort of thing… did it not fall under her purview? Catching two of her Year Mates having sex with a First Year should have seen her rushing into the classroom to punish them all for their debauched acts. Even dragging them to Professor McGonagall.
In that moment when he’d realized they’d been caught, Harry had immediately begun gathering his magic for what had to be done. An obliviation for Ms. Granger had almost certainly been in order, and he would have likely needed to do a lesser one on both Lavender and Parvati as well, so they didn’t know how good he was at Memory Charms.
But when Hermione walked away instead… well, that threw Harry’s thoughts into disarray. She hadn’t intervened, nor had she stayed to watch in secret like some pervert. She’d just… left them to it. That was interesting. More than interesting, it left Harry very, very curious about Hermione Jane Granger.
As he cums inside of Parvati, creampieing her while neutralizing his seed so that it can’t result in a pregnancy, Harry decides then and there that he’s going to have to keep a watchful eye on Hermione Granger. But for now, there’s still the task at hand. Namely, making sure both Lavender and Parvati know that even together, they’re not enough to satiate him.
Pulling out of the insensate Indian Witch, Harry gestures Lavender forward, and the blonde eagerly comes to his silent beckoning, eyes wide and filled with excitement as he grabs her by the hair and drags her into a deep, tongue-filled kiss.
Still, even as he continues his manipulation and molding of the blonde and the unwitting sacrificial lamb she’s brought him, Harry’s thoughts are elsewhere… with a certain brunette bookworm.