The meeting with Lyra Malfoy gave Harry a lot of information. He wondered if he should believe it, but there was no reason for her to lie, especially when he had her underneath the Imperius Curse. He supposed Lyra's mother could be feeding her misinformation.
Perhaps, it would be time for Harry to have a discussion with Narcissa Malfoy.
Harry almost did not see where he was going, and he almost ran into someone who was walking out of the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Hey watch where you're…oooh, hey, Harry."
Ginny Weasley almost collided towards her. She most certainly had matured a bit over the last few months, although she had not reached the peak that the others a year above her were, and some of the others in her own year. Still, the youngest Weasley was no longer the scared little waif that Harry saved from Riddle's diary.
"Ginny," Harry responded with a smile. "How are you doing?"
Ginny tried to look Harry in the eye. She was pink on the cheeks.
"Fine…I…um…I heard about the Imperius Curse…and how you fought it," Ginny said. "That was amazing."
Harry knew Ginny had been bold and opinionated and unafraid when he was not around. In fact, Ron said she never shut up.
"It wasn't easy, but, I did it," Harry said.
"Well, thankfully, Moody hasn't put third-years under the curse yet, although….he hinted he might do it next week," Ginny said. "So, I was wondering…could you…teach me…maybe….how to throw off the curse?"
Ginny looked like she was about to pass out.
"Teach you?" Harry asked, as if he was not already teaching someone else.
"Harry, after Tom….I don't want to…I don't want to lose control of my actions again," Ginny said. "Please…please….I'll do anything…just teach me how to do it."
Ginny bit down on her lip nervously when trying to remain staring Harry in the eyes.
"It's not just that simple," Harry said. "I…might have to use the curse on you…to teach you how to fight it."
Putting his best friend's little sister underneath the Imperius Curse was fairly different than putting someone like Lyra Malfoy.
"I won't tell anyone, I swear," Ginny said. "Not even Ron and Hermione….please, Harry…teach me."
"I want you to really think about this, and come see me tomorrow after dinner," Harry said. "And if you really want this, I'll teach you…but I won't be easy."
"That's fine," Ginny said, showing a bit of the fire Harry knew she had. "I have to know. I won't be controlled by Tom….and if it's by you…that wouldn't be so bad…just so I can learn, you know."
Ginny trailed off and Harry just smiled.
"Let me know."
"Right," Ginny said. "I….you're amazing Harry. The world doesn't deserve you."
Harry thought so to himself, even more so lately, funny enough. Ginny passed Harry, and it was obvious she worked up some nerve to ask him.
He stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room, and Harry thought it was best to get started on Snape's latest essay. He just frowned, when he walked over, and noticed he was not the only one who was working on that essay.
Parvati Patil sat by the fire, diligently working away. Harry noticed the shine of her hair, and the radiance of her beauty. She was one of the most gorgeous girls in his year, well alongside of her twin. Her dark-skin gave her a very exotic look, she had a nice ample chest, an athletic body, and wide hips, along with long legs which currently were on display. She kicked her shoes off to relax and Harry found his eyes resting on her beautiful feet and legs.
"Hi, Harry," Parvati said. "You're working on Snape's too, aren't you….I actually wouldn't mind the company."
Parvati scooted over and let Harry sit down. Harry did not hesitate.
"Amazing what you did in Moody's class," Parvati said. "I have to say, I think you impressed him too. I don't know how you do some of the things you do."
"I just do," Harry said.
"Well, you showed how powerful you are," Parvati said. "And I could feel the power….Lavender too…that was exciting."
And Harry noticed Parvati's distinct lack of bra right now and her nipples poking out as she spoke about him throwing off the Imperius Curse. She looked over Harry as if he was a particularly juicy steak that she just wanted to devour.
"Oooh, Snape," Parvati groaned. "Potions would have been one of my favorite subjects…if it wasn't for him…good thing we don't have to put up with him, past OWL year. Only two more years, and we'll never have to see him again."
"I hate him too," Harry said.
"Well, he's the worst to you and Neville," Parvati said. "I remember when he first called you on roll…he's always been awful to you."
"He hated my father," Harry said.
There were other reasons, but Harry was not ready to talk about those just yet.
"Mmm, yes," Parvati said. "I don't know why Dumbledore hired that man. My mother applied for the job, same year Snape did, and Dumbledore chose Snape over her…despite all of the rumors. She was India's top Potioneer, you know."
Harry had no idea.
"I was really looking forward to Potions," Parvati said. "Mum told me not to worry, just do the best I can, get my OWLs, and study for my NEWTs, and get that, if that's what I really want. You don't need to take the class to take the NEWT, although it's a lot more work than most people want to put in."
Harry and Parvati worked on their Potions essays.
"Your mother was legendary too with Potions," Parvati said. "She was one of the best….I'm not sure if you knew that….but my mother thought that she could be one of the best in her field, with both Potions and Charms."
"I heard about that," Harry said.
"Not bad," Parvati said when looking over his essay. "And Harry, I really hope that Professor Trelawney misread the signs about you."
Harry did a double take.
"I know it's hard, but there's just something about your aura…she cannot help read you how she does," Parvati said. "She admitted that to Lavender and me one time, she could not help making predictions about your demise. And there's something different about you."
Harry paused for a second.
"Good different, or bad different."
"Just different, different," Parvati said. "May I read your palm?"
Harry blinked for a second.
"Sure?"
Parvati reached forward and her soft fingers ran up against his palm, making him groan as she touched him, running her fingers up and down. Parvati just gasped.
"That doesn't make sense," Parvati murmured.
"What's wrong now?"
"There's a second lifeline intertwined with yours," Parvati said. "It's….well it goes back further…the person is born mid-winter…and I've never seen a lifeline this fractured…this…mangled…died around All Hallow's Eve…and there you are…well, this second line is most certainly strange, but I think you're going to live a good life…with nothing but good things."
Harry had no idea what to make of that and obviously Parvati did not either. Parvati decided to casually slide onto Harry's lap. And Harry felt her slide his hand on her stocking clad leg.
"Really good things?" Harry asked.
"Very good things," Parvati breathed in his ear. "Big things."
Parvati leaned in and planted a hot kiss on Harry's lips. Harry had been surprised, but not displeased. The stunning Indian witch worked her tongue down into Harry's mouth, when the two made out with each other, breathing heavily when they made out with each other.
Suddenly, Harry scooped Parvati up into his arms and threw her onto the couch, and made out with her, snogging her intensely. Parvati wrapped her arms around him and decided to pull him deep into the kiss. Harry kissed down her jawline and marked her neck, as Parvati slowly felt up Harry's muscles.
"You made me so hot when you threw off the Imperius," Parvati said, while Harry slid a hand up her skirt and got closer to her. "Is there anything else you can do?"
"Patronus spell," Harry said. "I can do a Patronus Spell."
Parvati pulled away and smiled.
"Show me."
"Expecto Patronum!"
Harry's patronus lit up the entire room, and Parvati just orgasmed because of the sight of such power being shown before her. She decided to throw herself at Harry and rip his pants off, with excitement just burning through her. She viewed Harry's large cock pop out of his pants for her. She placed her hand inches away from his twitching manhood.
"Is that for me?" Parvati cooed excitedly when locking eyes with his cock.
"Yes," Harry said.
"Mmmm."
Parvati knew Harry would be packing a large cock, a powerful wizard would. She leaned in and made out with the tip of his cock, making him groan when she touched him. Parvati jacked his rod and licked him every few pumps.
"So, what are you doing with Malfoy?" Parvati asked. "Hermione was in a tizzy…that….you are taking private lessons with her…and she's looking at you, like she wants you to shag her rotten lately."
"I'm teaching her how to throw off the Imperius Curse," Harry remarked.
Parvati peppered his length with kisses which got Harry hot and bothered.
"Mmm, I'm sure you can make her do anything you want to," Parvati said. "Of course, you don't need the curse to make me do anything you want, Harry."
Harry almost came in Parvati's hand due to her breathy and suggestive tone. He was glad he did not though, because Parvati leaned in and pushed his cock into her mouth. Harry enjoyed the wonders of her mouth. Parvati just groaned when that cock disappeared deep inside of her mouth.
"Parv," Harry groaned.
Parvati milked Harry's balls, squeezing them tight. A powerful wizard's seed would be a treat, and she needed it. She needed it, big time. Parvati decided to unbutton her blouse and reveal her braless tits to Harry. They bounced and swayed when she bobbed up and down on him. Harry gripped the back of her head, and closed his eyes.
While Harry had a few sexual encounters underneath his belt at this point, and Penelope gave him a lot of practical lessons last year, to see Parvati Patil on her knees, was something else. The Indian witch bobbed her lips up and down onto her.
Her eyes screamed "fuck my throat like a pussy" and Harry did so.
Parvati worshipped Harry's fuckstick and he made her long for a taste of what he had stored in his balls. Harry groaned and with one last thrust, he erupted down her throat, groaning when he exploded straight down into her throat. Harry just groaned when he finished up thrusting into her throat.
Parvati sucked his cock and felt his cream race deep into her.
"Harry," Parvati said. "Snake me."
Harry understood what she meant immediately, with Parvati stripping down completely naked. Harry gazed at her beautiful, naked, body. Harry got on top of her and kissed her legs, making her breath until he reached her pussy. Harry closed his eyes and imagined speaking to a snake when he rolled his tongue deep inside of her.
"OOOH….OOOH….GOD!"
Parvati let out another cry, when Harry pushed deep inside of her. Harry vibrated his tongue and got Parvati going for him.
"OOOH, SWEET, KALI, YES!"
Harry feasted on Parvati's dripping hot pussy and she thrusted back and forth. Harry edged her to another orgasm and made her feel really good.
Parvati could not believe this. His tongue was better than any vibrator charm or any of those Muggle toys as well. Harry feasted on her pussy and made Parvati's toes just curl when she exploded in pleasure.
She just breathed heavily, and she could see Harry's cock harder.
"Harry, please, take me," Parvati said. "Claim me for your own."
Parvati leaned in and could feel the tip of his cock just edge closer towards her wet pussy. The Indian witch gasped as Harry entered her and popped her cherry. This resulted in both of them getting a slight power boost.
Penny explained to Harry that a powerful wizard would get a boost from a witch and she would from him. And Parvati's pussy was tight around Harry's manhood when he sunk deep inside of her. Harry felt her silken walls grip him like a tight glove.
"Lavender and I always knew you would be hung….we just had to…pry you away from Hermione long enough….she's not getting any of this, is she?"
Harry only responded by sucking on Parvati's tits and making her scream in pleasure. Harry decided to work his hands all over her body. While Parvati was smaller than Lavender, Daphne, Lyra, and Susan, her tits were still nothing to sneeze at. Harry palmed them and found a weak spot behind Parvati's ear to lick. He paid attention to all of the spots that made her go completely wild.
Between Penny and Madam Rosmerta, Harry did have a pretty decent grounding on how to please the female form. Harry drove deep inside of Parvati and stretched her pussy. Parvati leaned in and thrusted deep inside of her, making her cry out in pleasure when he thrusted deep inside of her.
"Oooh, I'm not letting this go," Parvati said. "Although, it would be….unfair…..not to….let Lavender get a taste of this…and my sister…and there's a few others. Since you have Lyra….Pansy deserves to be trained like the bitch she is and…..fuck!"
Harry slammed deep inside of her and made Parvati just cream herself for him. Harry could feel her pussy wrap around him. Parvati closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Harry.
"I'm such a slut for your cock, Harry Potter," Parvati breathed. "I can see myself getting pounded by you, every day…and every fucking night."
"Parvati!" Harry groaned.
Parvati tightened her walls around Harry. It was a wonder no one heard her screams. Harry slammed deep inside of her, riding the hell out of her, making her cry.
"That's it!" Parvati shrieked. "It would be an insult to waste a single drop."
Parvati tightened up around his cock. She squeezed him tight, and Harry groaned. He made Parvati cum until she was reduced to a drooling mess, moaning when he thrusted deep inside of her. One more push and Harry erupted inside of her, spraying the Indian witch with all of his cum. Harry
Harry swore he heard several sets of footsteps rushing away quickly. And he turned, and noticed someone watching.
"What the actual fuck?"
It was Hermione, who realized Harry saw her and ran away. This only caused Harry to bury a sizable nut inside of Parvati.
He kept cumming enough to seed every witch in Hogwarts, and Parvati collapsed, drooling, with her belly swollen.
Harry cleaned her up and got her covered up. She was going to need some time to recover from that pounding.
Angelina Johnson had just returned and had been greeted to a hell of a sight. Harry Potter banging Parvati Patil on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room.
The dark-skinned Quidditch player just breathed heavily, and decided to leave them be, as they were. The truth was, the fact Harry Potter could throw off the Imperius Curse, got her thinking of just how powerful he was. And seeing his cock reinforced this thought. And Angelina grew flushed.
She, Katie, and Alicia had plans to take Harry's virginity, although that was already taken. And the timing was never right. And Hermione always kept annoyingly close to him.
And yet, Angelina could not help but keep thinking of "Harry Potter's big white cock" when she plunged her fingers deep inside of herself and diddled herself into submission.
Alicia Spinnet viewed the scene play out before her. She almost decided to see if the happy couple wanted a hand, but she decided not to.
After all, they had matters well in hand.
Some days, Alicia felt like she was the overlooked middle child of the "Crimson Foxes." Perhaps it was time for her to get better acquainted with their star seeker.
Katie Bell got a good look at the scene playing around her as well. She had been impressed by Harry with how effortless he made things look. And throwing off the Imperius Curse was easy. Especially since she struggled with it.
Katie wondered if Harry could give her a few pointers. And there might be some other things they could do.
The fact that Harry could make her do anything under that curse made Katie require an extra change of panties.
Lavender Brown was a bit jealous of Parvati, but very proud of her for taking the opening and jumping in when the opportunity presented itself.
She was very tempted to go in there and suck Harry's seed out of Parvati's cunt.
Come to think of it, what was stopping her?"
Ginny returned just in time to see this and she felt like she was going to pass out.
His cock, it was so big and the way Parvati was screaming, it drove Ginny completely wild.
Damn it, she was a Weasley, why did she have to turn into a blushing maiden around him?"
She needed to have Harry put her under the curse and have him make her do the things she did not dare to do right now.
Damn it, no she needed to be able to fight the curse.
Right?
Why was she so confused right now?
Hermione finished throwing up. She could not believe Harry.
She was going to have to look into chastity spells. It was for Harry's own good after all.
Hermione closed her eyes and breathed in heavily.
The fact she was unable to fight the Imperius Curse weighed on her, and the fact she went under it so easily, it really annoyed her.
Hermione saw all of these beautiful women with their eyes on Harry. And Hermione came to one disgusting conclusion.
She was worse than ugly.
She was plain.
At least ugly people stood out in a crowd.
Hermione flipped through one of her books and came across a beautification potion. It would fix all of her flaws and put her more in line with how she would be if she took after her mother, and not her father.
It warned the potion could reduce a witch's intelligence. Which was what gave Hermione pause.
Would she rather be smart and miserable, or ignorant, beautiful, and happy?
"You're a disgrace," Hermione murmured to herself. "Bushy hair, buck teeth, no curves…are you even a girl, honestly? And it's a wonder that Ron and Harry put up with you."
Hermione was half tempted to convince Harry to put her under that curse, to force her to take the steps to better herself, even if it stripped away her intelligence.
But she did not have the nerve, to even look Harry in the eye.
"Oooh, yes, is cock is huge. And stretches me just right."
That whispered conversation between Lavender and Parvati did not help Hermione's mood, at all. Especially given what they were doing just one bed down.
It was awful being the smartest witch of her age.
Hermione wondered if she could safely memory charm herself.
Dear Mrs. Malfoy.
Could you please tell me what you know about Professor Snape and my mother?
Thanks,
Harry Potter.
The letter was short and sweet and to the point. Harry made his way up to the owlery to send it, having to borrow one of the school owls because Hedwig was still sending a letter to Sirius.
The worst that could happen, was Narcissa Malfoy could bin the letter. But, maybe, he could get some answers.
There was a small part of Harry that thought he was opening up Pandora's box.
"Oooh, hi, Harry."
Harry turned and caught sight of a buxom and gorgeous redhead witch in Hufflepuff.
"Hey, Susan," Harry said.
"I heard about the Imperius Curse, your lesson went a lot better than mine did," Susan said. "You threw off Moody's curse and he is the strongest willed Auror out there. The only people who could come close, would be Su's, Su Li's Mum ,Zara, and you know…my aunt. I think it has something with mind magic….how you're able to do it. You must be a natural Legilimens or Occlumens or something."
"I'm afraid I don't know anything about it," Harry said.
Susan reached into her bag and took out a piece of parchment, an ink bottle, and some quill, and jotted down the information.
"Here's some books, they're in the library, but they're in the Restricted section," Susan said. "They should explain everything, if you can get a teacher to sign off on it."
"If I can," Harry said. "Although, I could order the books from Flourish and Blotts if I want…."
"You can, although there is a four to six week wait time for them, and the Ministry asks questions," Susan said. "Mind magics are kind of a grey area. My aunt…she told me all about that. She's the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement…and she wants me to know all of these things."
Harry did not know all that, but he smiled.
"Something else bothering you, Susan?" Harry asked.
"Well, yes, a little bit," Susan told him nervously. "The Imperius Curse….I'm afraid of what might happen if someone tried to put me underneath it for real. I'm not sure if I could stand the shame."
Susan flushed and she leaned in, and looked at Harry. This allowed Harry a nice look at her cleavage.
"Do you think you could give me some pointers?" Susan asked. "Please?"
"I'll help you, but could you do something for me?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Susan said.
"I want you to write to your aunt and see if you can get me the trial transcripts of Sirius Black," Harry said. "He's still out there and I want to know everything that convicted him."
"Well, that shouldn't be a problem," Susan said to him. "There's a month wait time, but if I write to Auntie today, we should get the ball rolling although if I mentioned that Harry Potter asked, I'm sure she'll help speed things up a little bit….it's awful that he escaped."
"Yes, a shame," Harry said.
"So, do you think we can meet after Herbology tomorrow and…get a start on that lesson?" Susan asked him.
"That works."
"THANK YOU!"
And Susan Bones, without even thinking about it,kissed Harry on the lips. Harry enjoyed, for ten glorious seconds, those world class Bones breasts pressed against him before she ran off.
The minute she ran off, there was a bit of a chuckle. Harry turned around and saw Daphne Greengrass standing in the shadows.
"It appears your…brand of teaching is catching on," Daphne said. "I want you to know that I doubt there's a single witch in this castle that can break your curse. I'd put gold on it."
"Will you?" Harry asked.
"And that includes the teachers," Daphne said. "You should know that Professor Snape knows Legilimency. That's why you won't be able to fool him. If you continue these lessons, he will find out…and take it to Dumbledore. And as legal as what you're doing may be, he will take steps to make this difficult."
"So, I need to make sure Snape doesn't find out," Harry said.
And he needed to get those books Susan recommended from the Restricted Section.
"And Parkinson is stopping by your little lesson tonight," Daphne said. "Just remember all of the nasty things she said about you and your friends over the years….actually, I might stop by to see the show.
"Sure you don't want a couple of lessons?" Harry said.
Daphne just smiled.
"Let me see, and I might let you…see if you can make me dance, Potter," Daphne said. "Until tonight."
Bartemius Crouch Junior always wanted to be a teacher. Joining up with the Dark Lord was something that just happened, because Junior got the father figure he craved, due to his own father being distant and cold to him, unless Junior could be used as a means to further the Senior Crouch's career.
Still being Moody, acting like Moody, it was extremely taxing. And it required a lot of Polyjuice Potion. Thankfully, Junior could pull it off and he even had Dumbledore bamboozled. Although in that case, senility could be setting in.
It would be a long year to come though, Junior mused. And he had been surprised to see Harry Potter standing of his desk.
Well, Junior needed to ensure Harry Potter was the safest boy in the school, until the Dark Lord needed him to carry out his plans. And that was not going to be easy when he got his name in the Goblet of Fire.
"Professor Moody?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Potter."
"I would….like permission to check these books out of the Restricted section."
Junior took the paper. Naturally, being a Ravenclaw, he knew those books.
"I want to understand more about how I threw off the Imperius Curse," Harry said.
"Is there another reason, Potter?"
"Well, Professor Snape…I feel like he's….reading my mind sometimes, and well…it just feels like that….I want to do something to prevent him from seeing my thoughts," Harry said. "It…feels slimy, him being in my head."
Junior just sighed. Of course, Snape, of course. And likely Dumbledore as well, they both had a disgusting lack of regard for boundaries. And Junior really felt tempted to stick it to Snape. He got a nice cushy teaching job as Junior was stuck firmly underneath his father's thumb for years.
Dumbledore spoke up for Snape. No one spoke up for Bartemius Crouch Junior. To stick it to Snape would be perfect retribution.
"Well, Snape shouldn't be doing this to students, but…he's always gotten Dumbledore's favor for some reason," Junior said in his best Moody growl. "Don't abuse this, Potter."
Needless to say, Potter's attention had been piqued.
"Sir, this is an unrestricted pass to the restricted section."
"Exactly, Potter," Moody said. "Although, do start with those books, the sooner Snape is kept out of your head, the better."
Junior was growing rather fond of the kid. It was a pity the Dark Lord was going to have to kill him.
Although, if Potter did become good enough to triumph over the Dark Lord, Junior hoped he would remember who gave him a helping hand to get there.
Being a Ravenclaw despite the hat wanting to put you into Slytherin was the best of both worlds.
And Junior realized it was time for his latest Polyjuice Potion dose.
"I overheard Parvati talking with Brown…and Dunbar and Roper…and Potter fucked her in the Gryffindor Common Room last night."
Pansy told Autumn this and Lyra just crossed her arms, frowning, and pouting.
"No fucking way, that slut got her claws into Potter," Lyra said.
"Oh, she's a slut just because she beat you to the punch," Autumn said.
Lyra just huffed and rolled her eyes.
"Parvati always knew what she wanted," Pansy said. "And there's a lot of other girls who are talking about taking lessons from Potter."
Lyra was incensed. This was supposed to be her time to learn how to throw off the curse. And all of these witches were trying to take her time away. She only agreed to let Pansy join her because it would humble her.
"Potter didn't even use the curse on her either," Pansy said
Daphne stepped into the Slytherin Common Room, with Tracey following close behind.
"And Susan Bones went to him, wanting lessons too," Daphne said.
"That Huffleslut," Lyra said.
"There's a lot of girls in that house that wear that as a badge of a honor," Autumn said.
"Your cousin for one thing, you know, Nymphadora," Daphne said.
Lyra did not have time to worry about her blood-traitor cousin and her blood-traitor aunt.
"And Ginny Weasley too, I heard her talking about it to that weird hippie girl from Ravenclaw," Tracey said.
"Lovegood?" Autumn asked.
"Yes, that one," Tracey said.
Lyra just threw her hands in in absolute defeat. All of these girls were lining up and what if one of them found a way to break Potter's curse before her? She could not stand the shame.
"Granger, didn't ask?" Lyra asked.
"No, she's too stubborn to admit she needs Potter's help," Pansy confirmed.
Well, that was a relief. Lyra checked her watch.
"Let's go," Lyra said.
"Yes," Pansy said.
"All of us."
And Lyra was not sure about this, but Autumn, Tracey, and Daphne followed her and Pansy to the lesson.
Well, tonight was the night where Lyra would find a way to fight him. She just had to avoid meeting his eyes.
Harry spent some time going through the basics on the books Susan recommended, and he used Moody's all access pass to get himself a few more, although he did not abuse it. Madam Pince was normally a hard ass, but even she could not argue with the likes of Mad-Eye Moody.
The owl Harry sent earlier returned and dropped down to give him the message.
Mr. Potter:
Three Broomsticks. Saturday. Noon. I know you'll find a way.
Sincerely,
Narcissa Malfoy.
Well, if nothing else, that would give Harry an excuse to see Rosmerta again. Not that he needed it, as she told him her back door was opened.
And it was time for Harry to meet Lyra, and he guessed Pansy and Daphne, for their next lesson. Harry had plenty of time to think about what he wanted to do to these witches tonight.
The moment he was about to leave, Parvati walked next to him. She leaned over, and threw her arms around Harry before snogging him passionately.
Well, she was glad to see him.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Parvati asked him.
"Well, if you can be discreet," Harry said. "What's in the bag?"
"A surprise," Parvati said. "You'll love it."
"Pansy's going to be there, and Daphne too," Harry said.
"Greengrass?" Parvati asked. "Mmm, I'd like to see any of those witches kneel before your mighty altar, great one."
Harry blinked at Parvati's choice of words. He did not mind it.
And there was a voice that whispered in his ear "all of them."