Wark Forest (Northumberland)-
Harry was under a clever series of 'disillusionment', 'sound-proofing' and 'vibration-proofing' charms. Under his personal enchantments, he was now as subtle as the soothingly slow cold breeze on a warm day.
It was almost the end of the month. The twins came to the Burrow the day before Christmas to celebrate and they left on Boxing Day in order to take care of some business regarding Christmas bonus for their shop employees. During their stay, he had rather long and enjoyable conversations with the twins. Those two were the only ones in the Weasley family that he actually connected with, not as Harry Potter, but as, just Harry.
Having helped them start their dream shop, they were grateful for the money he had provided them with, which served as the initial capital for their shop. Although they wanted to pay him back since their business was making an immense profit, he had refused it. He didn't exactly have a reason for why he declined their offer to repay him, but considering that money was never a problem for him, he just didn't want it back. Besides, he never really saw the money as a loan when he gave it to them, he just didn't want it as it reminded him of Cedric's death, and so instead of throwing it away, he decided to give it to the twins, which proved wise.
For the last week, he had amused himself by tormenting one, Molly Weasley. He would order her to come to the kitchen at night, and then he would surprise her, tie her up and he would ravage her cunt and arse until she is nothing but a slobbering bitch on the floor. During middays, he would intrude in and shower with the milf and then he would force her into pleasuring him. He would have Ginny molest her mother at night and then he would watch her cry out in pleasure. However, the thing that excited him was that even though he had complete control over her, he didn't exactly mentally condition Molly as he did with Pansy, Petunia and Ginny. Sure, Molly enjoyed being fucked, but she would never admit it if asked when she is fully conscious. As such, for obvious reasons, she hated him; she hated him so much that she would glare at him whenever no one else is in the vicinity. And whenever she glares at him, he would punish her by molesting her, he would tease her mercilessly and just when she is about to climax, he would abruptly stop and leave her in a bit of a mess.
Nowadays, the milf would just ignore him when alone rather than glaring at him, which protected her from being tormented since he no longer had a reason to torment her, and when in the vicinity of others, she would act as if nothing has changed. While he didn't particularly need a reason to torment someone, he needed one now because she wasn't as interesting as she was before. As such, he was bored out of his mind, neither Molly nor Ginny were exciting him anymore, at least not to the level of rousing his absolute interest.
Granted, he was a fucked up bastard with a concealed god complex, but even he was weak to afflictions like boredom. Hence, he decided to go out and find himself a challenge. Since, his future plans required a mole within the inner circle, someone, clearly not a woman, it naturally left Narcissa out. Eliminating Narcissa out, it left him with very few members he could manipulate and not arouse suspicion. And so, he decided to find himself a useful mole that he could use to influence and not just as a spy.
Thankfully, he didn't have to look very hard to find himself another pawn. Quintus Parkinson is an inner circle Death Eater. The man never participated in any form of active terrorism, for he was a private financier who exclusively handled the money flow that kept the DE corps afloat. From all the memories he collected from several sources, he surmised that acquiring Quintus under his control would essentially facilitate his plans. And today, he was thinking of getting the job done. It was Sunday and the last Sunday of the month and from Pansy's memories, he knew that today Quintus Parkinson would spend the whole day reviewing last month's transactions leaving him undisturbed by others. This was his window of opportunity and he wasn't going to let this go. He left his body double in the Burrows and he decided to go on a little excursion.
Having access to Pansy's mind, he knew the exact sequence to disarm and walk through the wards that protected the 'unplottable' Parkinson Cottage.
The purebloods were an arrogant bunch; they believed that no one would dare try to intrude into their homes when they are protected by their wards. Centuries of arrogance left the fools blind to simple realities, and he was glad about them being blinded by ego. Once he was inside their wards, all he did was open one of the windows and he was inside the house.
Fortunately for him, there were no elves in the house; the short-tempered Parkinson patriarch had killed off all the elves in his service a long time ago, something he had once bragged about to a young Pansy when in the presence of others during a loathsome Parkinson family dinner. He sensed five magical signatures in the house; one of three stronger signatures was upstairs and unmoving, the second strongest signature too was upstairs but in motion. The strongest magical aura was downstairs by the west side of the house. Two other very weak magical signatures were downstairs, freely moving about the house.
He wondered to himself, three of the five magical auras were strong while the other two auras were weak, he didn't know what it meant as he had never sensed weak signatures like this before, but he felt a nagging feeling that he was going to find out soon enough.
As he navigated through the corridors to the west side of the house, towards the strongest signature among them all, on the way, he came across two identical looking maids clad in scanty black maid attires wearing frilly white aprons over their uniforms. The maids had no Occulumency barriers, so he simply read through their surface thoughts without going through their entire minds. He simply stunned both the maids with a soundless and non-verbal 'Stunner' and laid them in one of the unused guest rooms as he proceeded towards the strongest magical aura in the house.
The Study-
On the way inside, he noticed that the house was under 'extension', magically extended to a degree that a medium-sized cottage was like a castle on the inside.
Once he reached the door, he soundproofed it and coupled it with an elaborate illusion over it. With that, he simply opened the door and he walked in without alerting the occupant. A short, fat man about five foot seven with a sizable belly wearing comfortable robes with some thick rectangular glasses on his nose was sitting on an armchair by the lamp reading some documents with a grim expression on his face. The man reminded him of Vernon and he knew who this was, the man was none other than his target, Quintus Parkinson.
Harry took his time and he slowly manoeuvred behind the man and he placed a powerful stunner with around sixty per cent of his full power on the base of the man's skull. Quintus instantly fell forward as his body went limp. Harry wasted no time as he heaved the heaviest Legilimency attack he could muster, something that would now shatter even Narcissa's impeccable Occulumency shields. His attack went through Parkinson's mental shields like a hot knife through butter and he had instant access to the man's mind and all his memories.
It took him a moment to recover the balance he lost from the memory influx, but he quickly arranged it all in his head according to the timeline and he reviewed through them. Needless to say, he was thoroughly surprised by what he found out.
The man's mind was an encyclopaedia on the concept of finance; the man knew every single thing about the field and how to make a profit. It wasn't just knowledge; it was the level of experience that he gleaned from the man that left him impressed. Apart from all that, the sheer number of dark curses, hexes, jinxes and rituals he found in the man's mind were vaguely insightful. However, these weren't what surprised him; it was the man's life that had staggered him.
Quintus Parkinson was a man in his mid-fifties. He was born into the Parkinson family as the second son of the former Head of the House Parkinson, Fergus Parkinson. The man once had an ambitious older brother named Quinton, and at the age of eighteen, Quintus had murdered his brother so to secure the Head of House position in the future. And when his father had figured out what he had done, he had murdered his own father in order to cover it all up. He had made it look like both the men had died in St Mungo's after having succumbed to a deadly disease.
After that, he had immediately attained his new position of power from his father due to the said man's demise. Once he had the power that he had always craved for, he had married a seventeen-year-old pureblood girl named Matilda, just when he turned nineteen. Quintus never saw his wife as anything but as an object. The bloodthirsty pureblood had abused her terribly to the point that he slowly trained her into an obedient sex slave. And after about twelve years of married life, when the first wizarding war had just begun, he had dutifully shared his wife with his new Death Eater mates, all in order to ensure the respect of his fellow Death Eaters.
As a result, a series of over forty men had ganged up on the poor woman and they had brutally violated her every day for about two weeks without break, taking turns, until his wife had finally died at the hands of his newfound Death Eater friends.
What no one other than Quintus knew was that he had intentionally lent his wife to his friends hoping that she would die because he had lost interest in her. Quintus lost interest when he found out that she wouldn't be able to produce him an heir and since she had also lost her beauty over the years, he only saw the profit that he could gain from her death. The man had done it on a whim and he hadn't even felt guilty about it, in fact, he had enjoyed watching his wife being raped repeatedly and suffering at the hands of his mates before she had died. And as he had calculated, it had earned him recognition among the Death Eater that he had hoped for.
Nearly six years after that, as he climbed through the ranks of the Death Eater corps, Quintus had found himself another young seventeen-year-old pureblood bride named Pernilla. And just like he had done with his first wife Matilda, he had married her and trained his second wife Pernilla, to be nothing but an obedient slave. Two years later, he had gotten his precious daughter/heiress, Pansy.
It explained a few things. He had always wondered why Pansy had no positive relationship with her mother. He now understood why, Pansy's mother was nothing but a glorified whore specifically trained to pleasure her husband and nothing else, and unlike Matilda, Pernilla's beauty kept Quintus from sharing her with his mates. So for obvious reasons, Pernilla had no time for her daughter. And Pansy was her daddy's little princess, the man had pampered her and spoiled her rotten, teaching her everything the man had wished his father had taught him as a child. Outwardly, Pansy took after her father, cold and cruel, but deep down her shy submissive personality came from her mother, it was stemmed from nothing but Pansy's subconscious observation of how her mother behaved around her father.
And when Pansy was just seven-years-old, Quintus had illegally obtained two sixteen-year-old twin girls as slaves from the girls' father. The girls' father in Quintus's opinion was a filthy drunkard who had wanted to sell his two squib daughters for some money, instead, Quintus had taken the girls and he had killed the drunkard. The girls' names were Dolly and Daisy, Quintus had kept the girls out of sight, imprisoned in his dungeon for about four years' time, during which time he had repeatedly raped the girls and had trained them to be his slave servants too. Now, the twins worked as maids inside the household, as obedient pets for the cold-blooded man's maniacal whims. It made sense to why he had detected the two weak magical signatures in the house; the auras were of the squib sisters.
The thing that shocked him about all this was that Pansy still held her father at a high standard because she knew nothing about all this and she was her father's coddled princess. She didn't know the things her own mother had suffered, the things the twin maids had suffered. There was even a nasty memory in the man's mind. In the memory, a ten-year-old Pansy had asked her father where babies come from. Being doubtful, she had first asked her mother but Pernilla was for some reason incapable of answering it. And when she had asked her father, the sadistic man had laughed at his daughter's curious question, and on a whim, he had brutally dragged his wife from the bedroom and he took Pansy along with Pernilla into the dungeons underground. There, he had raped the restrained twins in front of his daughter while ordering his submissive wife to clean everything with only her tongue. After that, he had erased the entire memory from his horrified daughter's mind.
Harry was a little relieved that the cruel man had genuinely loved his daughter and had drawn the line at incest having chosen not to touch his daughter that way. He was a little curious to why a pureblood man from an old family like him had qualms with the concept of inbreeding. Taking a closer look at Quintus's thoughts, he realised that Quintus being as cruel as he was, was no fool.
Quintus had seen what inbreeding has done to several old families of the Sacred Twenty-Eight; he believed that the reduced numbers of purebloods with respect to the number of muggleborns was due to inbreeding. As such, he wanted his daughter and her future husband to succeed him as the Heads of his Noble House and produce him a strong family line that would last lead his family into the future.
The irony of this was that the Parkinson patriarch had done unimaginable things to a number of women but he loved his daughter believing that she was the future of their proud family, making him want no part of her in his nefarious schemes. But by fate, the Potter heir had seduced Pansy and he turned her into his slave, something the Parkinson patriarch had clearly not wanted for his daughter to endure.
With that, he accelerated through the memories and he had finished quickly. Harry immediately pointed his wand at the downed Parkinson and he muttered, "Legilimens."
Fifteen minutes later, he had the cruel man under his control. He had fool-proofed the man's mind so that no one would come to know about what he had done, or about his plans. He once again pointed his wand at the man, he levitated the man back to his armchair and he spoke, "Rennervate…!"
Quintus stirred and he woke up, he found himself sitting in his chair, he slowly yawned and he stood up from his seat. The Parkinson turned and found Potter standing there peering at him, he gave a short nod and acknowledged indifferently, "Potter…"
And Harry exclaimed with a nod, "Quintus!"
"Do you need anything?" The Patriarch of the Parkinson family asked him lethargically.
"Do you know what you have to do?" Harry asked commandingly.
The Parkinson spoke impassively, "Yes."
"Good." He remarked and with a pause, he continued, "Carry on…" Harry replied and he walked back to the door and disappeared as the man simply sat back in the chair and continued reviewing the documents.
Guest Bedroom-
Harry walked to the nearby room where he had left the unconscious twin maids. There he carefully viewed the two beautiful women lying unconscious on the floor. There was nothing in the Parkinson's mind about the women's background; the man had never cared for that. Although Quintus had done a great job with at least something; he had used several potions on the women back when they were imprisoned in the dungeon in order to beautify them.
Dolly was the eldest among the sisters; she had blonde hair, a great figure and 32DD tits and a plump heart-shaped arse. Daisy was the youngest; she too was blonde with a slightly smaller 30DD tits but with a bouncy round arse. Both the women were twenty-five-years-old and had a small black dot on their right neck. The dots were enchantments linking back to Quintus, the man would signal them when he is bored and both the sisters would report back to their master's room, ready to please their master in any way he desires.
He pointed his wand at Dolly and he spoke, "Legilimens." When he was done, he immediately switched his probing attack towards Daisy. Within minutes, he had a good grasp of who these girls were.
The womens' father was a wizard named Brad Harlan; the man was a half-blood wizard who grew up under the care of a branched Runcorn family, one of the many lesser families who supported blood-purism. The man's mother was a pureblood witch from the Runcorn family, she had died giving birth to him and his muggle father was killed long before he was even born, hence he grew up around his blood-purist relatives and was considered as a 'disgrace' to the family name.
The man had grown up in the care of his relatives and went to a transfiguration academy in Ireland, once he had graduated, he got a job in the Ministry as a mere sweeper. He had even married a muggle woman named Clara and had two daughters, all in order to spite his mother's magical family. But a few years later, his wife had died; leaving him with two six-year-old daughters to care for, but life had placed him in another round of problems. Around then, the first wizarding was at its peak, prejudiced purebloods supporting Voldemort's cause had infiltrated the Ministry and Brad being a known half-blood had lost his job.
Furthermore, Brad couldn't find employment anywhere else and so he spent the upcoming years doing odd jobs barely managing to put food on the table. Years later, when his daughters came of age to join magical schooling there came another shock; he found out that both his daughters were squibs. He was hoping that his daughters would join Hogwarts under the scholarship Dumbledore was providing and he had hoped that his children would eventually bring the family out of poverty. And when that hope had vanished, Brad's drinking progressively worsened which led him to abuse his daughters, often in a drunken haze. And finally after years of drinking, the man had snapped, he had lied to his daughters and had come to Quintus asking for help in selling his daughters for money in the black market. But, the ruthless Parkinson wizard had double-crossed Harlan and he had murdered the drunken idiot, taking the girls for himself.
The girls spent the next four years of their life underground, imprisoned in the dungeon. Parkinson violated the sisters, humiliated them and tortured them all the while keeping them just healthy enough to endure his brutal training. The head of House Parkinson even had a few practices built from it. A few times when Quintus had to convince a few corrupt officials in the Ministry to favour him, he would bring Dolly and Daisy to them and let them have their way with the sisters for a while. Quintus was an expert gambler; he often hosted gambling matches among his closest of friends. It was customary that after the weekly matches, both Dolly and Daisy would be brought out to be violated by the men.
After four years, the girls eventually began enjoying the torture and they lost their sense of individuality, their minds were broken to the point that the twin women even forgot their names. Subsequently, Quintus had ordered them to be his maids, and their only goal in life was to clean the house and service their master.
Harry mused for a minute, he knew that he can't save these girls, he wanted to but he had no choice. Many outside the house knew about Dolly and Daisy. Three Ministry officials and five Death Eaters close to Parkinson, totalling up to eight people knew and that was the number he was certain about, he didn't know how many others knew about this, apart from those eight men. On a separate note, a few of Quintus's Death Eater mates come to visit the man every few months solely to enjoy the company of the blonde sisters. And so, if it were to stop all of a sudden, suspicion would come about and for his plan to move smoothly, he didn't need any suspicion on him or on Quintus. Besides, the girls were now happy, they believed that they were enjoying their life, so he decided not to interfere with that for now.
As such, he simply twisted Dolly's and Daisy's minds to recognise him as their master and made Quintus to be his subordinate, and with that, he placed a fail-safe function that would erase their minds about him if someone other than him tried to enter the subconscious part of their minds. He also placed some Occulumency barriers that were designed in a way so that it wouldn't resist anyone who tries to read them but instead it would completely hide their subconscious minds from the invaders, while leaving a doctored part of their mind relatively open, which would trick the person invading into thinking that their jobs had been accomplished.
With that, he levitated the two women and placed them on the bed as a courtesy and he walked out of the room with another destination in mind.
First Floor (North Side)-
As he made his way to Pansy's room, he noticed that the few magical portraits inside the house were watching carefully. He wondered for a brief moment, why there were very few portraits inside a magical household, but in any case, he was glad that he had taken the precaution to mask himself and his magic from being detected. And so, as he passed by the portraits he placed a 'selective-blindness' spell on them all.
Looking into the Parkinson patriarch's memories a bit closer, he understood that Quintus was a very private man, so much that his sense of privacy was respected by his colleagues. Hence, the Parkinson wasn't exactly thrilled about the possibility of someone watching his every move using the portraits. As such, the Parkinson had left very few portraits to remain on the walls and even then, most of them were placed to monitor other members in the family excluding him.
Given all that, the spell he placed would mask him completely, so that even when he isn't under protective spells, he would stay invisible to the portraits and therefore undetectable inside the house.
Just as he was about to enter Pansy's room, Pansy herself opened the door and walked out. He moved out of the way just in the nick of time and he watched as Pansy walked down. He decided to follow behind her.
She walked downstairs into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. He didn't want her to know that he was there, so he muttered, "Eklektik…"
What he placed was a 'selection spell', if done properly, the user could trick the victim's mind into ignoring everything around them for a while, everything other than the things the victims want to do. They wouldn't even know what's happening to them. Apparently, the spell would work very well on moody teenagers, which is rather a self-obsessed period in a person's life.
First Floor-
With that done, Harry reached the bedroom door, the last magical signature was inside the room and the aura was unmoving. He casually opened the door and he found a beautiful raven-haired woman tied by the hand to the headboard of the king-size bed. Pernilla was fully naked; she was asleep face first into the bed with both her hands tied to the bed on either side of the headboard.
Pernilla was a gorgeous thirty-four-year-old milf. She was a raven-haired beauty with light blue eyes, she was five foot five and she had the biggest tits he had ever seen and a luscious arse. From her husband's memories, the milf's measurements were a 30G bust, 24-inch waist and a 36-inch hip. He couldn't blame Quintus for enslaving her; the woman was beautiful, she was very easy on the eyes with a chiselled jawline, a slim neck, non-existent belly and hourglass legs.
And he wasn't surprised to see her like this, from Quintus's memories he knew how the man had fucked her last night and had tied her up to the bed hoping for some fun today.
Harry wasted no time as he invaded her mind and he didn't even bother using his wand to do it. Within seconds, he knew everything about her, he had a good idea of who she was given how he had her husband's memories, but he always preferred analysing someone's personality by assessing their own minds.
Pernilla was originally Pernilla Myrsten; she was from a Swedish pureblood family secretly supporting Voldemort's cause. Pernilla was the youngest girl child in the family; she had three older sisters with whom she wasn't in good terms with, due to a family dispute regarding the unequal distribution of wealth after the death of her parents. Overshadowed by three extraverted sisters, Pernilla naturally grew up to be a shy and submissive woman; her shyness was a contagious thing even before her marriage, and it was what drew Quintus to her in the first place. She finished her magical schooling in Durmstrang Institute. And she had married Quintus in an arranged marriage, via a marriage contract her parents had prepared for her. Pernilla was from a young age taught by her parents to be a perfect pureblood lady and in her family; a perfect lady's duty meant a woman's undeniable faithfulness to her pure-blooded husband and provide him with children.
As such, she willingly gave up her free will when her husband had turned her into a cock-starved slut, and she had wholeheartedly assisted her husband when he had raped and broke Dolly's and Daisy's minds. And she also willingly gave up any interest she had in her daughter's life when her husband had ordered her not to bother with Pansy's life, saying that Pansy was a Parkinson and not a Myrsten.
He stood there in deep thought, after having seen everything the woman had suffered at the hands of her husband, he couldn't help but sympathise for the woman. And in most cases, sympathy could go a long way during decisions, and in his case; it led him to a dilemma. He didn't want the woman to suffer anymore since the woman had suffered for a long time. And he couldn't see what he would accomplish by bedding her.
Pansy was under his control, which was essentially perfect and he didn't want that to change. He can't help the twin maids in the house, and he can't make Pernilla help them either since it would be out of character for her, because the Matriarch hated the girls for taking away her husband's attention from her. Pernilla had no control over her husband, so that too wasn't an option. And being out of character would draw unwanted attention and he didn't want that. If he could fuck her for pleasure, then that too was redundant considering how much action he was getting almost every day. Hence, he decided to leave the woman be…
Dining Hall-
Harry walked down to the dining hall and he inspected the fireplace. He drew his wand out and he pointed it at the fireplace, he spoke calmly, "Sundein…"
What he spoke was a 'modifier spell' that connected the fireplace to every fireplace that has been travelled to via floo. Decades ago, Riddle had created this modifier spell to find out all the secret passwords that floo channels used to make travel by floo between allied houses both private and secure. But what no one knew was that the passwords were stored within the floo channels for correlation and future access. Riddle had designed the spell in a way that it would connect his mind to the floo networks so that any password used could be uncovered almost instantly.
The moment the connection was established; all the passwords the lords had used to enter and exit the Parkinson Cottage in recent years started echoing into his ears. He correlated the passwords and the voices spoken with Quintus's memories and he segregated all the passwords accordingly. Once, he had the passwords, he pressed the tip of his wand on his neck he mimicked the voice of one, Thorfinn Rowle, and with that, he spoke in a strained yet gruff tone, "Rune's Oblivion…"
The empty fireplace suddenly caught on green fire and the specific floo channel was open for him, he stepped into the fireplace and disappeared as the green fire grew bigger and completely engulfed him within a split-second.
Rowle's Shack-
Thorfinn Rowle was not a wealthy lord, in any way. He was from a pureblood family and a pureblood himself, which was the only thing he had to his name. He was wanted for the murder of several muggles during the First Wizarding War, but the Ministry never caught him in all the years of peace.
When Voldemort resurrected himself, Thorfinn was apparently one of the few to answer the call immediately after the events in the Little Hangleton Graveyard. Rowle then assisted the Dark Lord in the Azkaban mass breakout, and in the murder of Igor Karkaroff and many more terrorist activities. As the Dark Lord grew in power, Rowle grew bolder and bolder as he murdered several wizards, men he despised, men who made fun of him long ago, and then he claimed all the men's properties for himself, women, and houses, all of them. And then, he brought himself out of poverty. He had hidden the properties under 'Fidelius', hence there was no way in from the outside unless Rowle himself reveals the location.
But Rowle wasn't particularly clever, obvious from the Floo connection to other houses. Since the floo connection would lead directly into the house, the Fidelius was bypassed; it was an obvious design flaw of the protective wards. There were better ways to include Floo into Fidelius, but Rowle was unaware of it, neither did he care.
The moment he set foot into the dirty shack, he rechecked all the enchantments that made him undetectable to others. When he was sure that the enchantments were still in place, he began searching through the rooms.
The shack was small, a few rooms, lots of objects within unevenly littered around the rooms, and furniture weren't dusted at all. He inspected the rooms one by one and found that none of the rooms seemed like they were used in a while.
Once he was sure that no one was inside the house, he flicked his wand and muttered, "Revelio!"
The spell came positive as his wand pointed the general direction of the thing he was looking for inside the shack; his wand moved his hand and pointed to the floor beneath him. He realised that the object he was searching for was underground, in the dungeons.
He immediately cast the 'Four-Point Spell', and his wand acted as the compass and led him to the entrance of the dungeon. The entrance was a hatch on the wooden floor in one of the storage rooms. He opened the hatch and it revealed a ladder down into the dungeons below the floor.
Harry carefully levitated himself down the hatch and he stepped on the stone floor. The dungeon was dark and it smelled odd, but he couldn't place the scent, it didn't stink but neither was it pleasant. "Lumos…!" And the tip of his wand lit up and he explored the dungeons.
"Revelio…!" He raised his wand up to the air and he cast the spell. Waves of blue light expanded from the tip of his wand in all directions, once, twice, thrice and it stopped. Finally, the secret chamber that he was looking for was revealed as the chamber's entrance glowed blue. The spell revealed the thing that he wished to find, it showed him the way.
He walked forward a few yards, he took a right and then he stopped at a dead end, a wall that shielded the entrance and he pointed his wand at it and he spoke, "Bombarda."
A moment later, the entire shack shook slightly and subsequently, there was a hole in the wall; hole the size of a horse. He walked into the hole with his wand providing him with light. As soon as he entered, he saw the runestone glinting due to the light of his wand. A dark blue crystal, the size of a small plate situated at the centre of what seemed like a pile of rocks.
It was a runestone, a magical crystal that powered the wards of the house and everything within it. Every magical home would have one powering the house and the wards. There were four qualities of runestone, grade one, a dark blackish green colour, grade two, a blood red colour, grade three, a dark blue colour and grade four, a light yellow in colour. The amount of ambient magic the crystals can absorb and reuse varied with each grade of rune crystal.
He needed the runestone for his experiment in modifying the Wolfsbane Potion. Since runestones are something only the Ministry can sell, he wouldn't get any from the black market and even if he did manage to pull several hundred strings and get one, the Ministry would find out quickly enough and have him arrested for it. As such, he needed something no one would notice, he was hoping that Quintus Parkinson would have some knowledge of it, unfortunately, the man didn't, but luckily for him, Parkinson knew about Rowle murdering wizards and taking their properties. He supposed that taking one of the runestones that powered these properties wouldn't bring about too much attention. Rowle wouldn't be able to file a complaint about theft since he is a criminal wanted by the Ministry and additionally, with the properties in question not being his, the dark wizard's silence on the matter was guaranteed.
He reached into his jacket and he took a cloth pouch, he opened the pouch and he pulled out a rectangular metal box. He opened the box and he placed it on the floor. With that, he powered the strongest 'Bombarda Maxima' he could muster, and he fired the spell without delay. The spell destroyed the pile of rocks and the runestone fell down, he had to fire his strongest spell because the stone was like a sponge that could absorb magic. Most of his magic was absorbed by the runestone and the damage was minimal, if he had fired a lesser spell, there wouldn't even be a singe on the rocks that held the crystal.
With the runestone dismantled from the pedestal, he could now store the crystal. However, picking up the stone by hand was unwise since it would drain his magical core dry. Foreseeing such a scenario, he actually came with a tool. He pulled out a long scissor-like iron tong from inside his cloth pouch, and from a distance, he gripped on the runestone with the iron tool. He then carefully placed the stone in the metal box and he closed the box, the box was specifically designed to hold enchanted items within.
Once the stone was secured within the box, he placed the box and the tong inside his bottomless pouch. He quickly stepped out of the rune room via the hole in the wall and he was about to leave the house until he heard a noise to his right.
He once again walked forward to the curve and then he walked straight to the other end of the dungeon. Thereby the wall, there was a cell, in which, he could see a figure. He immediately undid the spells that made him invisible and he revealed himself to the figure. He moved the tip of his wand away from his face so that the light didn't obscure his face.
He walked closer to the cell and he opened the cell's door and he stepped inside. He was sure that it was a woman, a naked woman; she was dirty and covered in filth. She was so afraid of him that she curved herself into a ball and hid at the corner of the cell.
He slowly probed the woman's mind; he felt her fear, despair and powerlessness. He instantly withdrew his Legilimency probe and decided to play this one carefully, because her mind was fragile and any reckless probing would shatter her mind completely.
Seeing that no amount of words would ease her, he placed a 'sleeping spell' on her and when she fell asleep. He cleaned her body, dressed her up and picked her bridal style in his arms as he walked out.
With the runestone removed, floo was no longer an option, so he walked out of the shack and he 'disapparated' away, but not before setting the shack itself on 'Fiendfyre'.
Swinley Forest-
It's been a few hours since he brought the woman he rescued back to Narcissa's home. When he had been waiting for Narcissa to arrive after sending her a message, he had very carefully invaded the unknown woman's fragile mind.
He found out that the woman's name was Erin Clarkson, a former student of Hogwarts. In fact, he had seen her a few times in the library during his second year. Back then, she was a seventh year Hufflepuff, by the time he reached his third year, she had graduated.
Apparently, Erin hasn't had a good life after Hogwarts. Like most muggleborn girls entering the magical world, spending a little over nine months of every year in school for seven long years has an automatic effect on one's home life. Unsurprisingly, she slowly grew apart from her parents without even realising it, and by the time she graduated, her normal life at home before entering Hogwarts was nothing but a distant memory. During her first year of unemployment, she had a bitter fight with her father over her expenses during a family dinner.
After that, she tried so hard to get a job in the magical world, seeing that she had to because she could no longer fit in the mundane world. But due to obvious blood-purism and prejudice, she failed in her pursuit of finding a job in the Ministry and building a career for herself, which resulted in her doing temporary jobs.
As such, after a while, like most muggleborn girls, she was tricked into debt by brokers and was eventually forced into prostitution in Knockturn Alley. Analysing her memories, it gave him a new perspective towards the women working as prostitutes in Knockturn Alley. He realised that generalising unfortunate women as 'common Knockturn Alley whore' was indeed a stereotype.
Falling into this certain line of work, Erin started taking certain potions for some easement in life. And as her debt grew in size, she found herself unable to pay. Finally, her handler/broker, Thorfinn Rowle had kidnapped her about eight months back, and until today, she spent her days as his personal whore in his dungeons. Unlike purebloods, missing muggleborn girls were never really a priority for the Ministry. He found quite a few interesting things in her mind too; information that he was sure would one day come in handy.
Suddenly, the door opened and Narcissa walked out of the room while closing the door behind her.
"How is she…?" He asked the Malfoy milf.
Narcissa was quick to answer, "She's resting, for now. She'll recover, given enough time. I've given her a dreamless sleep potion."
"Good…" Harry spoke almost apathetically and started walking away as she followed behind him, "Who is she?" She asked curiously.
"From now on, your ward… It's your job to take care of her and nurse her back to health." He replied and she wasn't happy.
"You still haven't answered my question." She pressed for an answer.
He rolled his eyes sensing her jealousy, "An unfortunate woman, let's leave it at that, shall we?"
As Harry walked down the stairs, he sensed that she wasn't happy, so he asked, "Is this going to be a problem?"
"I can't be here, all the time. With my husband in Azkaban and my son in school, I'm the one who's maintaining my home…, which happens to be the centre of operations for the Dark Lord."
As soon as Harry reached the ground floor, he turned around with a sigh and asked, "What do you need to make this easy?" He asked knowing very well that she was lying to him. The Dark Lord barely ever bothered her; the only one who often disturbed her was her sister Bellatrix. And the Lestrange bitch spent most of her time carrying out gruesomely cruel missions for her beloved Dark Lord. In other words, she spent a bulk of her days bored out of her mind inside her own family home.
Seeing that her lover was playing along, she slowly closed the distance between them. Narcissa pressed her tits on his chest, snaking her arms around him, she grabbed his butt with her hands and pouted, "It's been so long…"
"Perhaps…" He dragged out his response building up hope and he continued sounding curious, "How long has it been since you've had any relief?"
She leaned close to his lips and whispered huskily, almost as if she was some sort of an animal, "A while…"
He leaned closer and spoke teasingly, "I see…, you haven't been touching yourself, have you? I don't remember forbidding you from touching yourself." He circled his right arm around her and inserted his middle and ring fingers between her arse cheeks as he rubbed up and down.
She grinned lustfully and began grinding herself on him and continued, "It's just not the same without you, sir." She replied huskily to his face, at the same time sounding very impatient.
"Fine…, a quick one!"
Narcissa felt like a younger woman around Harry. His cock had left a permanent mark on her, an eternal ache that she couldn't quite scratch. Nowadays, her fingers no longer satisfied her, not even for an orgasm. Experiencing the pure bliss of an orgasm caused by his cock left her wanting more of it every day, but he had left her and until now, she had faithfully waited for him.
Usually, when in her personal time, she would choose a target that is much closer to her age and she would seduce and make use of her target to satisfy her aching need for intimacy. But her dominant side would often put her in-charge when in the sheets, so no man she has ever been with has ever made her toes curl in ecstasy while making her moan like a grovelling bitch in heat. Previous to her intimate encounter with the Potter heir, she had no idea that being submissive to the right man could be so satisfying, her experiences before Harry was always disappointing.
The Malfoy matriarch almost pounced on him; she smashed her lips on his and immediately started probing her tongue into his mouth. Her dominant personality spilt out as she passionately used her tongue. She pushed him back with so much force that she desperately ached for his touch.
They continued kissing as she pulled his jacket down off of his shoulder and dropped it on the floor as she pushed him past the clothes that were being taken off.
Harry matched her passion as she kept kissing him with her eyes closed; he saw to it that she undressed as well. The moment his shirt went flying, she undid the buttons that held her juicy tits and pulled her arms out of the long dress. The dress fell to the floor as it revealed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it, he immediately surmised that she had come expecting action and nothing else.
The moment her dress fell to the floor she jumped on him and straddled her legs around his hips locking them behind him. She locked her arms behind his neck and kissed him intensely. He wasn't getting enough air to breathe and neither was she, he subtly detached his lips from hers and he showered kisses on her sensitive neck.
As Narcissa was enjoying her lover's shower of tickling kisses, she bit her lower lip and felt his strong chiselled muscles pressing against her naked body. It was like being pressed against a warm hard rock, so hard and powerful that she felt like her body would bruise if scratched harder.
As she held on to his neck, he circled his left arm around her back and his right beneath her arse. He walked with her sitting on his waist to the living room and he sat on the settee with her on his lap.
Narcissa genuinely loved his intimate attention on her body. His lips on her neck, him using the tip of his tongue to draw patterns on her skin while kissing, his soft love bites, his calloused left hand cupping her right butt-cheek and stretching it to the side with an almost bruising force, the tip of his right pointer finger slowly tunnelling into her arsehole, her erect nipples were pressed firmly against his bare chest, she loved them all.
"Ahhh…" She moaned as his finger tunnelled into her wrinkled arsehole.
"Have you been a good girl?" He alternated as he pulled his right-hand pointer finger out of her arse and he inserted his left hand one. He tunnelled in as he stopped stretching her right butt cheek and began squeezing it.
"Ohhh…" She squirmed as she replied with laboured breaths, "No, sir!"
'…SPANK…'
Narcissa moaned, "Ooohhh…"
"Bad girls must be punished."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, punish me, punish this slut!" She wailed as she felt his finger going deep inside her arsehole.
"There was nothing more enticing than watching a depraved milf moaning and begging like a bitch." He thought to himself rather proudly. He didn't know why, but sexually-starved women often had a passion that none others could even hope to match, not to mention the women being very compliant to every depraved experiment in bed and rather very pliable for his liking.
'…SPANK…SPANK…SPANK…' With each sharp slap on her butt, her arse bounced, while the spanking compounded the effect of the finger inside her dirty hole.
Narcissa moaned as she placed her forehead on his shoulder and held on to his neck like she would fall off a cliff if she let go. Her left butt cheek was burning and it aroused her so much that her pussy was dripping wet. He slowly pulled his finger out and he guided his hand down to the thin slit below. He noticed the wetness the moment he plunged his fingers into her folds.
"You're sopping wet, my dear!"
The moment his finger played across her sensitive folds, she moaned out loud, "Ooohhh…" She immediately pulled her head back up, stared at him longingly and replied, "Yes, sir!"
In a swift move, he stood up with her still in his arm, while she held on to his neck. He twisted around and he laid her on her back on the settee and stepped back, "Assume the position."
As soon as her lover ordered, she scurried off to her knees on the settee and placed her arm on the cushion. She turned her head back and gazed at him longingly in passion while she boldly waggled her exposed arse at him like she was a pet.
He wasn't the least bit surprised by her choice; she loved the doggy-style more than she let on, and she enjoyed it more than anyone he had ever fucked, even more than Petunia. He quickly undid his belt, dropped his trousers and he stepped out of them as it fell to the floor, he then took off his underwear and he stepped towards her.
Narcissa eyed the engorged cock with a mesmerised grin as she wanted it inside her more than ever. However, she noticed him coming to her face rather than mounting her with his glorious cock. She didn't wait even for a moment; she simply gobbled it into her mouth and bobbed on it like it held meaning. She didn't worry about technique or anything; she simply slobbered on it with the sole intent of getting it wet.
Within minutes, his entire length was inside her throat being both wet and lubricated. She pulled his bellend out her mouth and she wanked on his shaft a few times, and then she slapped the thick rod on her face a few more times and grinned at him naughtily and eagerly.
He grabbed a handful of her hair on the top of her head with his right hand and he grabbed the base of his cock with his left, he pulled her head closer to his tool and he continued, slapping it on her face, while she opened her mouth with her tongue out and growled, "Aah…"
With that, he asked, "You've been an obedient little slut. I'll let you pick. Where do you want it?"
Narcissa grinned like a little fiend and replied impatiently, "My arse…put it into my arsehole, sir." She bit her lower lip and she slowly shook her arse sideways rather very enticingly.
For the last month and a half, she had wet dreams about Harry mounting on top of her, taking her arse. She was never a fan of buggery, she had done it before Harry Potter ever came into the picture, but she was blind to its allure until Harry had brutalised her arse that day. After that, of course, she could never fantasise about anything unless she pictured her young stallion of a lover ravaging her arse as she lovingly moaned beneath him like his personal whore.
He let go of her hair and he walked to her exposed arse. He climbed up on the cushion and he sat on his knees behind her. With that, he got on top of her. He leaned his head in and gave her puckered arsehole a lick. He felt her shiver and he smirked at her. He grabbed the base of his cock and he guided the tip into her tiny arsehole. Just as the tip of his cock slid in, she screamed, "AHHHH..." As she kept screaming, he climbed up and arched his body over her back.
Narcissa was on all fours when Harry mounted her, she felt him pushing her head down with a force she couldn't resist. She quickly ended up lying face first on the cushion with only her arse up for him to mount. He caught her left wrist and he pinned it behind her back with a tight grip. She felt her legs being driven apart a little more for his comfort.
His cock slowly slid deeper and deeper as it stretched her arse wide, "Ahhh…" She moaned as his length filled her hole.
Once his cock was half buried inside her, he began pounding into her. He was arched on top of her as he pounded into her hole. He circled his arm around her thrust-up pelvis and he reached his fingers on to her wet snatch, he used his pointer, middle and ring fingers bound together and pressed on her outer folds. As he kept pounding his massive tool into her hole, he played circles with her folds between his fingers.
"Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…" Narcissa kept moaning softly as she had no words to describe her feeling.
He leaned his body even closer to her in order to prevent his tool from slipping out of her arsehole; his chest was almost pressed against her back. His right arm around her hip, he adjusted his technique as he felt her nub, his middle finger was pressing on her soft nub as her folds were stuck between his three fingers on either side of his middle finger. He once again began rotating his wrist in short circles as she moaned. While his knees prevented her legs from failing and that kept her from flopping down completely into the cushion, his right arm was the only thing holding her arse up.
Narcissa couldn't hold it anymore, she was at the edge, and she clenched her jaw and bit into the cushion with a force that would have broken a bone in two. Her lover was dominating her; her arsehole was being split in two, his magic fingers on her wet slit, he was spanking her left butt-cheek with his other hand, her erect nipples were being roughly forced against the cushion below, all those combined were driving her mad and she loved every second of it. And just when she thought that nothing could make this better, she felt his bollocks beginning to slap on her wet snatch with each thrust.
And that was it, she screamed through the cushion in her mouth, "ARGHHH…AHHH…GAAA…"
Her mewling shrill scream was followed by her violently thrusting her pelvis up and down as she began squirting out cum like a fountain that drenched her legs, his slapping bollocks and the cushion below. Her screams slowly grew silent as her rhythm slowed down.
He decided not to stretch it out any longer as he sped up a bit more, with each thrust she pissed a little more. He leaned closer to her face and he ordered her, "Say it, whore!"
She immediately begged, "CUM, GIVE MEEE…"
And that was it; he completely slammed his pelvis into her arse as his cock was fully buried inside her brutalised hole. Suddenly, his cock enlarged through her tight hole and he spilt wave after wave of his seed that left her hole filled to the brim.
He sat up from his crouched position on top of her and he pulled his tool out of her arse. As soon as he pulled out, her arsehole closed tight storing his seed inside. He sat on the cushion and sunk into it comfortably, while Narcissa was still crouched with only her arse up.
Disinterest kicked in and he did nothing to stop it as he rested for a few minutes. After his short rest, he summoned his wand out and gave a lazy wave which instantly cleaned him and the cushion beneath him. He then stood up and the moment he stood, the milf got her much needed space for her legs as she flopped down completely.
He quickly dressed up, but as he was getting ready to leave, he noticed something, the Malfoy matriarch was unconscious, and she was sleeping soundly with an ever-present smile of satisfaction on her face. He briefly wondered about her being naked on the living room couch, but he pushed that thought aside out of a sick sense of amusement, and he left through the floo.