January 9th-
Harry was walking swiftly at breakneck speeds; he was on the fifth floor, navigating through the corridor. As soon as he reached his intended destination, he didn't bother slowing down as he raised his wand and the empty wall opened way to his lab. He entered in with the exact same speed and the wall closed behind him.
Inside the lab, Hermione was setting up a metal contraption, and at the top was the dark blue runestone, the one he acquired from the Rowle's shack. Hermione had asked him several questions about how he had got it, but he had simply lied to her that he took it from one of the Black family houses that Sirius had left him in the will. She briefly argued that the house in question would be unprotected, but he made up a story about how the house was almost already in a state of ruin.
"What's the verdict?" He asked his research partner.
She gave him a narrowed gaze and replied with a question, "Where have you been?"
"I've been a little busy."
"Harry, you've been distracted as of lately!"
"I'm just a little tired; I spent six hours last night building this contraption, I barely got a few hours' sleep."
She gave him a look which told him that she didn't believe him, "Fair enough…"
He smirked back at her concern and asked, "So…, what's the verdict?"
"Well, it's hard to say. I've calibrated the runestone to the best I can. Once the clock strikes twelve, the contraption would lift the runestone that is mounted on the pedestal and it would lift it towards the roof. And as soon as the contraption lifts, the roof tiles would divide and the runestone would be exposed to the open sky."
She paused for a moment and then continued, "If this works, we would know if the runestone is detecting the magic in the moonlight by 23rd this month."
"Let's hope so…" He snaked his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him as she laid her head on his shoulder while looking at the contraption with pride.
Prefect Rounds-
Today, it was his shift, he specifically asked for this shift because according to the fifth year timetable, students had Astronomy at night. As usual, as soon as the class ended, a certain someone started following behind him. Usually, he would ignore Sally and once the rounds end, he would simply go back to his dorm. Until today, he never endorsed her crush on him in any way, but he had enough of it and he had to put an end to this, and he had to do it now.
Sally watched from afar, Harry had just left Transfiguration professor's classroom on the first-floor corridor. In all the time she followed him, she knew that once he reported his findings the prefect rounds would end and he would go back to his dorm, like clockwork. Hence, she followed behind him, hiding in the shadows.
Harry was headed to the Gryffindor tower and she knew the route, she saw him in walking in the distance, turning left and disappearing through the third-floor entrance pathway, she hurried behind him quickly so to catch up to him which would keep him in her sight.
And just as she turned left on the entrance, she came to a full halt. She stood frozen in place, as her eyes connected to Harry's. He was staring at her with narrowed eyes. Her ears burned red and she began blushing as blood flowed into her cheeks.
"Sally…! May I ask you what you're doing following after me way past curfew?" Her gaze wavered as he connected his stern eyes with hers.
"Um…Harry…me…I…" She stuttered out loud random words, incapable of coming up with an answer.
"Spare me the lies." He wasn't planning on beating around the bush any longer, "Sally, this has to stop. You shouldn't keep following me anymore."
Sally immediately looked up at him in surprise, "You knew…?"
"Of course, I knew. I was hoping that you would naturally grow out of this silly stage and move on." He spoke sternly as if he was a disciplinarian.
The young Slytherin began shifting her weight between her legs and started dragging her toe on the floor back and forth. Her nervousness was clearly visible.
"Sally, I won't report you this time, but the next time I catch you following me, you'll be facing Snape." He threatened her, a bit sternly, "Now, go back to your dorms before someone sees you."
With that, he readily turned around and walked away. But not three steps in; he heard her soft words, like a whisper that no one can hear, nothing more than a mutter, "I want you!"
He stopped short, he turned around to face her again and he asked, "What?"
She walked closer to him and spoke in the same whispering tone, barely audible, "You've helped me, Harry. You've helped me get my life back. I would do anything for you."
Sally slowly caught the brim on either side of her skirt and slowly pulled her skirt up, showing him her exposed pussy. She wasn't wearing any knickers underneath and he could clearly see the blonde patch of hair above her thin pink slit, "Anything…" She repeated a wee bit bolder than before.
He immediately walked closer and caught her wrist tightly and he squeezed it a little causing her to wince in pain. She lost her grip and the skirt fell back down, covering her womanhood again. Sally looked up at him in fear as his rough grip on her wrists brought back the traumatic memories of her tormentors, but as she looked up, all her fear evaporated and she found herself lost in his emerald green eyes.
Harry began slowly, "Sally, I didn't rescue you from those rapist wankers so that I can take advantage of you. I saved you from them because I saw a girl with potential, who was stuck in one place due to the circumstances in her life without the possibility of an escape. You're my friend, Sally, but make no mistake, I would have saved anyone in that position" He lied very convincingly.
"You're better than this."
Tears began brimming in her eyes as she slowly stepped back and started walking away as he let his grip on her hand go. He followed behind her right away. He could hear her sniffing repeatedly, he understood that she crying, and it was his responsibility to calm her down.
Sally walked all the way to the Divinations Tower and found herself standing on a nice isolated spot near the stairs with a window that gives a clear view of the Forbidden Forest past the Quidditch field. He followed behind her and he stood by her.
Finally, after more than a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, she spoke, "I can't picture myself being intimate with anyone but you."
"And I don't blame you, Sally. You've been through so much, you've moved on from something most people your age cannot even hope to imagine. But this...is, not a good idea."
"Am I not good enough for you?" She turned to face him in a split second and asked angrily.
He sighed at her and replied sternly, "Sally, please don't go down that road."
She didn't listen as she continued, "Am I damaged goods for you?"
He didn't want this to escalate any further as he spoke in a defusing manner, "Sally, I'm not looking for a relationship. Having a girlfriend, becoming a couple, these are things that I used to want before, but not anymore. I've grown past all that, all I want to do now is to focus on my life, grow stronger and prepare for the war that's coming. A war that will definitely drag me into it whether I want it or not…"
Sally hearing his reasoning understood what he was trying to say, she understood his feelings. She slowly turned around, fully facing him and slid herself between Harry and the window. She brought her right hand up and she boldly placed her hand on his crotch. He could feel her hand squeezing on his bollocks.
"Maybe…just a sexual relationship then…?" She asked hopefully.
He gave her an obvious look, "Oh, please…"
After months of mental manipulation, he was a master of his own animalistic impulses, he had to be in control of himself because manipulation on the scale he was attempting to pull off required near infinite patience, and to be patient he needed to be a master of his own mind.
Sally was expecting to feel an erection, but after almost a minute, she felt nothing. Almost as if he read her mind, he gave her a knowing look as her sensual smile faded. He grabbed her hand and he pulled it off his crotch.
As her attempt at arousing him failed, she decided to up her game; before he could move away she leaned closer and grabbed him. And then, she raised her flexible right leg and straddled his butt, while she circled her arms around his neck. She pressed her breasts on his chest in a way that he could clearly see her tits under her shirt.
Sally spoke sexily, clearly trying to coerce him into the act, "Harry, you told me that if I need anything from you ever again, to come and meet you in private. Now, I'm asking you…"
He replied back with no amusement in his tone, a tone that she recognised as serious a tone that made her feel completely powerless, "You have no idea who I am."
With that, he reached his left arm around her and he rested his hand on her butt. All of Sally's boldness disappeared and she felt fear like never before. An intoxicating and indescribable feeling that almost made her cum right there. Just then she felt his hand burrowing in through her skirt. The hair on her neck stood up as she felt his warm hand snuggled in between her arse cheeks.
He leaned closer and he whispered, "I'm a monster!"
Sally for the first time in months felt an orgasmic feeling of fear inside of her. A sensation of pure terror that turned her on almost explosively! She wanted to squeal out loud like a fangirl, but she was too busy enjoying the subtly visible animalistic dark look in his eyes.
After having experienced rough sex and gangbangs, Sally was no stranger to pain or fear. He could almost see her masochistic side surfacing up.
Sally was lost in her own thoughts, mesmerised by his eyes, "Those eyes… He's seeing right through me. I feel so naked."
"It feels like a dream." Images of her helplessly tied to the bed as cocks plunging to the depth of her holes filled her mind, "That pleasure…ooohhh…I want it! I want it now!"
She unconsciously smiled in pleasure, she stood on her toes and planted a wet kiss on his lips and whispered submissively, "I'll do anything for you, sir."
Just then Harry's fingers moved in between her cheeks and she jerked in shock with a moan, "Ooohhh…" as she tightly held onto his shirt like there was no tomorrow.
With that, he whispered in her ear, "Meet me here, Saturday, 6 PM."
She grinned depravedly as he leaned down and captured her lips with his; she closed her eyes and relaxed. And she opened her eyes, she found herself standing by the stairs, alone and in the distance, her master walking away.
Two Days Later-
It was six in the evening. Sally was waiting under a clever series of 'notice-me-not charm' and 'disillusionment spell'. She has been waiting for an hour; she could barely contain her excitement. Several students passed her by without noticing her presence in the corner.
She did a 'Tempus spell' and checked the time; it was half past six. Worry started reaching her mind with questions like, "Did he forget me? Maybe he changed his mind? Maybe he thinks that I'm damaged goods? He rejected me."
All her insecurities resurfaced and her hope started vanishing and she was about to cry, but then she moved back and bumped into something, or rather someone. She was sure that it wasn't the wall since walls didn't feel soft and neither were they warm.
She grinned when she heard Harry's voice in her ear, "Shhhhh…follow me…"
Harry was 'disillusioned' too; he could tell that it was Sally under the 'disillusionment' because of his specs. It took him a while to find her, it was clear to him that she was under 'notice-me-not' charm, so he had to use 'finite' to counter her notice-me-not before he spotted her.
He charmed his spectacles with a series of charms and runes, so to enable him to spot details that people usually missed. He had the idea of 'seeing' magic during a Quidditch practise session when he noticed Demelza Robbins being chased by a rogue Bludger; it didn't surprise him when he found out that Cormac was the one who was guiding it after Demelza. Cormac was the reserve player for the team, and he would never get a chance to substitute unless someone gets injured or hurt, seeing that he wouldn't get Ron's spot as Keeper, he went after Demelza for her position as the Chaser. He based the mechanics of his specs' features on Alastor Moody's 'Mad-Eye', his specs had both ranged telescopic and penetrative vision, and it could detect people's body heat, heartbeat, and magical auras of both wizards and magical items. It was synced to his thoughts so that it would adjust according to the surroundings and to his every need; he would never have to operate it manually. As such, once his 'finite' negated Sally's notice-me-not, his specs spotted her almost immediately.
Harry was walking before her leading her by hand, she couldn't see him, but she was sure that it was Harry. Before she knew it, she was standing inside a large rectangular room; the room was well lit and furnished with a table, chairs around it, a king-size bed at left side corner of the room, a nightstand by the bed, a dark brown sofa with comfortable pillow cushions on right side of the room by the fireplace, several cupboards filled with books on the left side wall by the door.
Suddenly, Harry became visible and so did she, her charms were undone. He walked towards the sofa and sat on it, and as soon as he sat, the fire in the fireplace grew larger. Harry patted on the cushion on his right and she skipped to him with a huge grin. She sat beside him, but as she sat, she felt his hand on her arse, it appeared that she was sitting on his right hand and she didn't mind it one bit.
She turned to face him and placed her right leg on his right thigh. She watched as his left hand slowly went under her skirt and started massaging her skin. She bit her lower lip and moaned, "Mhmmm…" But she immediately stopped short and kept her from moaning further.
He rubbed his right hand up and down her arse, from her arsehole to her cunt. She pulled herself closer to him and pressed her body on his side as tightly as possible. He pulled his left hand from under her skirt and went up under her jumper to her plump tits.
He kissed her lips as she kept licking her lips between intervals, "I need you inside me." She hissed at him, frustration evident in her tone.
Just then she felt the grip on her fleshy mounds to painful levels that she groaned in pain, "Ahhh…" She let out a small involuntary scream that escaped her lips.
"You don't get to demand anything, my dear." He made it very clear that he was on top of the pecking order, "Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, s-s-sir…" She flinched and stuttered in pain, trying desperately to suppress a moan.
Harry realised that she was suppressing herself from moaning and groaning as it had been tortured and imbued in her not to moan, by the group of wankers. As she stared at him intently, he leaned in and captured her lips again with his. He played with her lips and massaged her busty mounds, he then separated from her lips by a mere inch and whispered softly, "I want to hear you moan, Sally. You don't have to control yourself anymore. You're safe!"
Sally wanted to grin and cry in joy; however, she was too aroused to break the mood. She felt his hand speeding up on her arse, rubbing up and down on the crook of her cheeks. The heat generated by his rubbing made her wet, and the wetness only grew in size.
She wanted to show him her gratitude and she did that by slightly parting her lips and leaning in. Their tongues danced between the connection, he kept alternating between her upper and lower lips, by squeezing them in between his own, a clicking noise following behind each kiss.
She pulled back for air and before she could delve in again, he ordered her, "Strip…"
That was all the reason she needed, she almost leapt off the sofa and started disrobing. She pulled her jumper off from the bottom with that cute crossed-arm twist. Her tits bounced as she took her jumper off. She dropped her skirt and with that, she was standing completely naked in front of him without an ounce of shame.
She got on the settee and sat on top facing him; she placed her cunt on his crotch and grinned like a cat. He could tell that she was depraved and was thirsting for a good pounding, but he needed to convince her that he was merely throwing her a bone for her sake.
Sally was about to kiss her master, but 'WHAP' and she screamed, "Owww…" Her left butt was burning; Harry had given her arse a strong spanking. The burning pain was followed by his hand grabbing her arse and his nails almost digging into her skin strong enough to leave a mark, to this she mewled, "Ahhh…"
Without giving her a moment's relief, he grabbed right tit and he squeezed it with a bruising strength, "Ooohhh…" She groaned in pain. Just when she thought the pain subsided, his hand slipped off her tit and her nipple was now stuck between his pointer and thumb finger, he twisted her nub and yanked until her tits were stretched.
She bit her lower lips and held herself from crying, with that he asked her, "Is this what you want?"
Her answer came instantly, "YESSS…"
"Tell me, slut. Tell me what you want?" His grip on her butt cheek tightened as well he pinched and pulled on her nipple with an even greater force.
"RAPE ME, SIR. RAPE MY WORTHLESS CUNT. I'M YOURS...I'M YOURSSS…"
It made sense, Sally was a masochist, she truly grew to love being raped by those wankers, it's her rapists that she hated, not the act itself. The act made her feel pleasure, but those wankers made her feel as if she didn't exist at all. And now having rescued her, she couldn't go back to her life without regular sex. However, now she was projecting him as her master, the one who rescued her and gave her back her freedom, all because she felt her existence under his eyes.
He removed his hand from her right tit and he circled it around her back, he pulled her body closer to him. They were face to face with just an inch gap, "From now on, you're mine."
Lust burning in her eyes, she just wanted to bite her master's lips and stay that way forever, "Yes, sir…I'm yours."
"You'll spread your legs for me, and me alone, got it?"
"Mhmmm…" She hungrily licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, "My arse, my cunt, my tits, my mouth, it's all yours, master."
He used his tight grip on her back to flip her over and now she was lying back on the cushion and he was on top of her. He pulled his left hand from under her and he traced his fingers to her neckline. With that, he grabbed her neck with a part of her lower jaw and he started squeezing tighter and tighter until her face was red with all the blood and veins popped on her forehead.
"I'll reward you if you impress me and you'll be punished if you offend me."
"Yeshh, mashter…!" He smirked at her obedience and loosened the grip on her neck, and she immediately gasped for air and kept breathing heavily.
'…SLAP…' He slapped her left boob and watched as it bounced side to side.
He marvelled at the sight beneath him, he hadn't used Legilimency on her, not once, and she was already a willing slut.
Sally grinned at him and asked submissively, "Have I been a good girl, master?"
'SLAP' he placed one on her face which left a red mark, and he advised her, "Good girls don't speak out of turn; they speak only when they're told to. Did you understand?"
"Yes, sir…!"
She loved it, the humiliation of being treated like an object, being treated like a whore. It was all she had ever known. Before Hogwarts, she lived her entire life with her mother, since she never knew her father; she had often seen her mother with very different men. When she was eight years old, one night she witnessed her mother with two men in the basement, one well-built black man and one tall white man, while she couldn't see clearly as it was dark, but it was obvious that he mother was having sex. From all the noise her mother and those men made that night, it was clear that her mother was being humiliated, but her mother seemed rather happy with it. And three years later, her mother succumbed to Alzheimer's and died while crossing the road in a confused state.
And years later, when Edward and others forced her into servitude, she realised that there was nothing wrong with some private humiliation; the memory that she once repressed, she recalled them again so to come to terms with her situation, and that is what made it easy for her to accept Edward's cruel treatment towards her, it was what eventually prompted her to start saying 'yes' as their sessions went on.
"No, my dear, you haven't been a good girl!" He remarked satisfied with the progress, "You have to be punished."
With that, he leaned down close to her face and he tenderly moved the strands of hair on her face to the sides with the tip of his fingers. Her breath hitched at his closeness as bliss filled her mind.
He pecked her lips and he asked softly, "Do you want to be punished?" He gave her a choice. And Sally blushed in a shade of bright red and gave her master a shy submissive nod back as an answer.
Harry gave her a smirk and he pulled himself back up. He placed right hand on her slim belly and his hand grew warm. She felt the warmth and looked down to see his hand glowing; she could feel the magic flowing into her body. She didn't know what Harry was doing to her, but she didn't care because she trusted her master.
What he was performing was actually old magic; he was suppressing her hunger, thirst while increasing her euphoria, ancient prison magic that he modified for his own needs. The magic he imbued within her would keep her both hydrated and healthy for days without trouble.
"Sursus…" He muttered out in Latin and suddenly, the room shook for a moment as the tiles on the floor before the bed split open and two pointy tower-shaped stone pillars emerged from underneath the ground. The two stone pillars were situated a couple of feet apart and as they came to rest, the sides opened and a wooden stockade came out and was connected between the two pillars. It was a pillory made not too long ago, one he specifically made to humiliate Ginny.
He stood up and watched his creation emerge with a smirk. He bent down and he snaked his right hand behind the back of Sally's neck and he pulled her up. And when she stood up, he forcefully dragged her to the pillory. He conjured a large rectangular metal stool with a velvet cushion seat right in front of the pillory, and with a wave of his hand, the stool was immediately bolted to the floor so that it wouldn't move.
"Kneel, my dear!" He ordered and she did, she got on her knees on the stool and waited. And then, he bent her over the stockade. He pulled up the wooden plank on top and he placed her neck and wrists on the lower plank, and he pulled the top plank down as he clipped them to close.
Harry took a step back and he observed the beauty of it. His naked pet was now locked in a pillory, with her legs on a cushioned seat of a metal stool, so that her tantalising arse could be made of use. He walked in circles, making note of every single detail.
He mused to himself, "So beautiful…" And as Sally squirmed a little, he grabbed her ankles and two metal cuffs emerged through the cushion and circled around her ankles. Now, with her head, ankles and wrist bound in place, she was completely immobile.
"This is your punishment, pet." He walked to her front and he knelt on one knee so that he would be at face level with her and he kissed her.
"Thank you, sir!" Her mentally conditioned side emerged as she replied obediently.
He placed his lips on her forehead and he gave her a kiss, "Good girl."
Harry stood up and he walked to the nightstand by the bed and he opened the second drawer. Inside the drawer, there were many items, tools that he designed to keep Pansy in line. He pulled out an eight-inch long wooden pole, blunt, smooth and fully polished on all the sides. Quickly, he circled behind her and without warning he grabbed her left arse cheek with his left hand and he stretched it to the side, he spat a trail of spit on her puckered arsehole and he placed the tip of the wooden toy on her hole's entrance, and with that, he pressed it in.
"AHHH…" She screamed in pain. Close to five inches of the wood was inserted inside her arse; the remaining three was sticking out.
He walked back to her face and as soon as she saw him, she whimpered, "Master, it hurts…"
Bending down to her face, he shushed her, "Shhhhh…I've only inserted half in, I want you to pull in the rest on your own, and that's your task for tonight. Can you do that?"
"Yes, sir…!" She whimpered softly.
"When I come back, I'll expect it to be inside you completely. Impress me, my pet."
And then he held his hand out and another tool levitated out of the drawer and into his hand. It was a wooden bit-gag fashioned with two gold-coloured rings, to hold the wooden-bit in place, with an adjustable leather strap.
"Open your mouth." She simply did as told; he placed the wooden-bit in her mouth which prevented her from closing her mouth, while he tied the strap behind her head.
"Good girl!"
And with that, he walked to the door and as he walked out he snapped his fingers and the tool inserted in her arsehole began vibrating. And all he could hear was Sally moaning at the top of her voice, "Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…" And with a smirk on his face, he walked out.
Black Lake-
It was a rather dull Sunday morning, barely anyone was roaming the halls of the school, and the majority of the school's population was either dozing in their dorms or idling in the common rooms. The cold winds of January were making sure that everyone remained indoors.
The iced lake was beginning to thaw and he was standing on what seemed like a small cliff about 40 feet above the lake. A small black book was floating in mid-air right in front of his face as he was intently reading it.
If one were to look closely they would have noticed that Harry's foot wasn't touching the ground. He was actually levitating inches above the ground along with the book.
He wasn't just reading the text to pass the time, the book in his hand was a forbidden book filled with dark rituals and dark spells that he was reading to get a better idea of one's inner magic.
As he kept reading, he outstretched both his arms to the sides and forty feet below, the ice on top of the lake cracked with a heavy shriek, "TRK…TRK…TRK…TRK…"
Slowly the cracked sheets of ice began levitating up in the air along with the water below it. The water and ice rose up a few inches and fell down again, the objects oscillated up and down every few seconds, and with every few minutes, it would reach a new height.
Around thirty-five minutes later, he was standing a foot above the ground in mid-air; the book still in front of his face as pages were being flipped over one by one. And small balls of water and ice were floating almost ten feet above him, all around him, small balls of water floating from the surface of the lake below to the height of the trees behind him.
"You should try manipulating your magic along with the moving water, and then you'll have a much easier time controlling it." A voice came out of nowhere.
Harry immediately turned back to see and he lost his focus a moment later, "Whoa-aaa-aaa…" With an unbalanced yell, he fell down face first into the snow with a loud 'thud'.
"Owww…I can't feel my face…" He mumbled through the snow.
"HAHAHA…" Dumbledore laughed out loud as the man approached him with a grandfatherly smile and a very familiar twinkle in his eyes.
"Never lose your focus, my boy. And that's a lesson learned!" Albus watched as the boy slowly pushed himself out of the snow and stood up dusting his clothes.
Harry looked around for his book and he found it lodged in the snow as he fished it out, "Professor Dumbledore, I wasn't expecting you."
"I often find myself roaming in the nature to get a fresh perspective. I see you've been training yourself."
"Yes, sir…! Whatever happens, I'm at the centre of this war whether I like it or not, I reckoned might as well train for it."
"Good thinking!" Albus walked over to him and placed his left hand over his shoulder and led him away from the cliff, "How goes the task, my boy?"
"Actually, sir, I may have had a breakthrough!" He exclaimed happily.
"You 'may' have had a breakthrough?" Albus asked curiously.
Harry noticed the stress in Albus's tone but he readily ignored it, "Professor, do you remember the altered memory that you collected from professor Slughorn?"
"Yes, I do…"
"In that, professor Slughorn starts screaming out as soon as Riddle mentions the topic he read about in the Library. And that got me thinking, if Voldemort found whatever that he was searching for in the library, then it must still be somewhere, so I scoured through the Forbidden section and I came up short."
"Harry, my boy, as soon as I took the mantle as Headmaster of the school, I disposed of all the material that refers to the Dark Arts from the library, so that no one in the future would follow the path the Dark Lord took with the knowledge he acquired in the school."
Harry smiled brightly, "I reckoned as much, sir, but I had to find the book. And so, I acquired it elsewhere…" And with that, he handed the small black leather-bound book to the Headmaster.
"How…?" Albus asked completely caught off-guard and surprised by Harry.
"The room of requirement, sir... I went in with a requirement and it gave me the answer." He answered happily, so to keep the Headmaster unsuspicious of him, "Check page number, 16…"
"It's something called, a Ho-…" Before he could finish, the Headmaster shushed him.
Albus raised a hand up and suddenly, four men in standard Auror garbs stepped out of the treeline and quickly retreated back into the forest.
"Aurors…?" He muttered to himself, feigning surprise in front of the Headmaster.
Albus gave him a stern look and spoke, "The shield around the castle was attacked twice in the last month alone. Since then, groups of Aurors have been patrolling the grounds constantly."
Albus flipped the pages over and checked page number 16, and as soon as he finished reading through the content, he began staring off into empty space with a long gaze. It was obvious the man was in deep thought, and suddenly the aged Headmaster once again flipped the pages back and forth again and read the content within a minute.
"Professor…? Professor…?" He shook the man of the trance.
"Harry, this is far more dangerous than I ever anticipated, I think I need some time to reflect on some pressing matters. Run along now."
"Of course, sir…!" He replied and promptly began walking back to the castle.
As he was walking he heard, "Harry, who else have you told of this?"
"No one, sir..."
"How much of this have you read?"
"The entire book, sir..."
"Please keep this to yourself, my boy."
"Absolutely, sir…!"
Albus forced a smile and spoke, "Thank you, Harry."
He nodded at the wise headmaster and he turned around and walked over to the castle. Inwardly, he was laughing as he had manipulated the greatest wizard of all time without any effort.
Harry didn't want to spend hours a day gaining Slughorn's favour and then break that trust by asking about some repressed memory, revealing his hand that he was working for Dumbledore, and then take the memory to Dumbledore. He found an easier way to do it, as he was sure that this would keep the headmaster off his back for a while.
Headmaster's Office-
Horace Slughorn walked into the Headmaster's office heeding to the Headmaster's summons. Albus was sitting at his desk with a glass of brandy in his hand, thinking sharply without even noticing Horace's arrival.
"You asked for me, Albus?" The short pudgy man asked curiously.
Dumbledore didn't say a word; he simply opened the relevant page of the small black book that Harry had provided him with and placed it in front of Horace. The Potioneer took the book in his hand and scrutinised the letters in the book for a long moment.
And then there was pin-drop silence in the room, the Potioneer placed the book back on the desk and sat on the chair nearby without another word.
"Horace, my friend, please tell me that you didn't divulge of this to Tom." This time, the potion master maintained his silence as he lowered his head in shame.
The aged Headmaster sighed out loud in tiredness. It signified that the man had accepted the truth, now that Horace has corroborated the theory with his stunned silence.
"It's time, my friend!" Albus prompted quietly.
No more words needed to be said, Horace Slughorn, the master Potioneer of Hogwarts pulled out a small flask from inside his coat and placed the tip of his wand on his right temple and pulled several white strands of glowing hair-like objects out of his skin, a single strand of memory that he had been burdened with for all these years.
Horace stood up from his seat, placed the flask on Dumbledore's and walked out of the office without another word.
Secret Room-
Before him was Sally Smith, the rumoured slut of Slytherin, almost everyone from her year and upwards have heard the rumours. Of course, most in school never believed in the rumours, because to them, they were just rumours and nothing else.
Sally was before him, bound to a pillory, her head and wrists locked in the stockade, her knees on a metal stool, bound by shackles around her ankles. An eight inch long, five inch thick wooden pole lodged in her arsehole, almost the entire thing was inside her, barely an inch sticking out. He had no idea how she managed to pull it in, but neither did he care. Her eyes were completely white, fully rolled to the back of her head; anyone other than him would have considered her look as some sort of demon possession. She was drooling through the bit-gag, her saliva dripping down her chin, forming a small pool on the ground beneath. And finally, she was completely unaware that he was sitting on the bed in front of her.
He wasn't the least bit surprised by her sorry state, he left her here yesterday night around seven o'clock, and it was now eleven in the afternoon. She has been like this for sixteen hours.
He slowly climbed down from the bed and he placed the tip of his fingers on her right cheek and he tried to lift her limply hanging head. She didn't respond at all, when he let go, her head simply fell back down. He walked around her and he noticed that the cushion on the stool was completely drenched and so was the ground below. There was an ungodly stench around her that overwhelmed his heightened sense of smell. He gave a wave of his hand and the stench disappeared instantly.
Harry inspected the toy that he left in Sally's arse, he grabbed the visible end with his pointer and thumb fingers, and he immediately felt the vibration. "Sixteen hours…? Surprising…" He made a mental note; he was actually surprised that the 'vibration spell' was still active. He slid his hand down to her exposed cunt and he felt the wetness, it was sopping, her entire inner thighs were drenched. From the wetness, it was obvious that she has had a few orgasms at least.
Sally wasn't giving any reaction as he touched her, nothing whatsoever. A cruel grin reached his mouth as he raised his hand up above and he heaved it down on her arse, 'SLAP' The sound of the slap completely deafened the room for a moment. There was a red handprint on her plump right arse cheek, and still nothing.
He walked in circles, he reached for her face and he realised that she was still completely emotionless while still awake. His evil grin grew in size as he understood that Sally's mind was bent and broken in pleasure.
He grabbed the bit-gag and he pulled on it, the leather strap knotted on the back of her head magically came undone as he pulled. The wooden bit-gag came off her mouth and he tossed it on the ground. With that, he leaned down to her face, he grabbed the hair on top of her head with his left hand and he pulled her head up. Her tongue was hanging out drooling, he leaned in, opened his mouth and he engulfed her tongue and he smashed his lips on hers.
"Mhmmm-mmm…" Sally finally let out a moan as her consciousness slowly returned.
Harry detached his mouth from hers and he stared right into her eyes, she stuttered out in happiness, "M-m-mast-err…"
He leaned in and kissed her again, she desperately tried sucking him in. One by one, control of her entire body returned back to her.
"You've been a good girl!"
She happily replied, "Thank you, master."
Harry didn't draw his wand, he simply waved his hand over the pillory and he muttered, "Libero…" As soon as he muttered out the spell, the pillory released Sally and disappeared into thin air; leaving Sally immobilised in pain on the ground below.
Sally watched as her master took his jacket off and laid it on a hook above the nightstand. Her master unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off of him, and then he unbuttoned his trousers and stepped out of them as it fell to the floor. She watched as he took off his undies and a towel as he headed to right-side corner of the room. He touched the wall and a door appeared, he turned the knob of the door and walked in. She was fairly certain that it was the bathroom.
She desperately tried to stand up but blood was still trying to flow through her severely aching wrists, neck, ankles, stomach and thighs. She struggled and struggled until she caught hold of the bed and succeeded. It took her a few minutes, but she finally stumbled towards the bathroom door and she opened it. She went into the bath and almost slipped on the wet floor, but she fell straight into her master's arms.
No words needed to be said, she was safely in his arms, under the falling water that cleansed them. She had no idea how long they stood under the shower, but the next thing she knew she was being carried bridal style to the bed. She felt the magic evaporating out of her skin, not her magic, her master's powerful magic. All the aching pain in her body disappeared. By the time they reached the bed, they were both completely dry and fully naked.
He gently placed her on the bed and he got on it after her, he sat up comfortably resting his back on the headboard as pillows magically rearranged for his comfort, "Come here, my pet!"
Sally happily came to him on her knees, "Master…" Before he even could instruct her, she got on all fours and grabbed the base of his cock with her soft palm and she gave a long sweep from the base of his tool to the bell-end with her warm tongue.
She didn't waste any time, she took the length in her mouth and started bobbing her head. "Wow…" Meanwhile, Harry was thoroughly enjoying her ministrations.
Minutes went by as Sally slowly took in more and more of his cock inside, she managed to take almost six inches of it, and she was gagging too. He didn't want to force her to take more in just yet. He reached his arm over her hunkered form and he grabbed the tip of the toy in her arsehole, he felt the vibration as soon as he touched it, he channelled his magic into it and charmed it wandlessly. The charm would spread from the toy and into her body; it would clean her arse and would keep it clean. After sixteen hours of anal torture, he could certainly say that her arse would be stretched enough for his comfort.
He pulled the toy out a little and he pushed it back in, back and fro, back and fro, he was pumping the tool in an out her arsehole as Sally groaned through his cock, "Gah…gluck…gluck…"
And just as she screamed, he grabbed the back of her bobbing head with his left hand and he pushed her down even further on his tool, she began thrashing out as he gag-reflex kicked in and began choking, "Aak-aak-aak-aak…" The liquid squelching noise of Sally choking on his penis gave him electrifying pleasure; he couldn't help but think how perfect Sally's throat was for his cock.
He pulled her head away as his erect penis slipped out of her mouth. Sally tried to go back to her master's throbbing cock, but his grip on her hair prevented her.
Harry sat up on his knees and he turned her around facing away from him. He bent her over and he pushed her head straight into the soft bed. He grabbed the dildo in her arse and he whipped it out in one move, "AHHH…" She screamed in a mixture of pain and relief.
He placed his cock on the crook of her arse and he bent his body over her back as he spoke, "I'm going to teach you how to take a man's cock. Learn well, my pet." He pulled her head back, enough to arch her head back at him, and he kissed her.
Sally obediently whimpered, "Y-yes, master!"
"Shhhhh…" He soothed her, "I'll be gentle."
Harry positioned himself with the head of his member poised at her puckered hole, watching in mild interest as it pulsated as her nervous body tightened in a natural reaction to the expected pain. Her stomach dipped down and her legs widened ever so slightly, as the perfect position came about.
Slowly, Harry pushed himself into Sally's ass, getting just his head in and holding it there as he teased her while relishing the tight heat of Sally's darkest hole. This felt so much different than any Molly's arsehole, he felt an almost searing heat and far tighter. He didn't even want to imagine how it would have been if he hadn't stretched her out all night.
After a brief minute, he pulled out of Sally and he slowly re-entered so only the head was in again and began to slowly and carefully move into and out of her, taking his time and only going further into her in the tiniest amounts every few seconds.
And just as Sally started to relax, he leaned forward and placed his right hand beside her on the bed. He slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her and in one full thrust, he made use of all that 'stretching exercises' to bury his cock in her arse.
And then, he began thrusting repeatedly with an unimaginable force. Sally couldn't even place the closest of feelings that she was feeling, all she could do was drool on the bed and make muffled unintelligible noises, "hah…ah…hah…ah…"
Her body was being pulverised under him, her pupils dilated as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her toes curled and she thrashed under him as she lost control of her legs. Tears started rolling down her cheek as her sensitive pussy lost control and began gushing long trails of cum.
It was clear that Harry was working his magic on her as she was spraying cum down her legs uncontrollably; a vast level of orgasmic fluids was too much even for a very sexually active woman.
"Here it comes, take it all. YAH…" Harry grunted as he grabbed either side of her hips with both hands and slammed himself deep inside. He spilt his seed inside her, filling her up to the brim.
Sally was completely limp, but was still conscious as she stopped cumming. A grin touched his face; it grew in size as he admired the beauty beneath him. There was something he found very beautiful about a naked woman helplessly lying before him overblown with pleasure.
The Slytherin girl couldn't catch her breath, she was completely spent and at her physical limit, she was sure that she wouldn't be able to take anymore torture. She felt her master's cock slipping out of her thoroughly stretched and pulverised arsehole.
He watched in excitement as her dark hole stayed open for many seconds before slowly closing down with his seed inside. His grin on his face reduced to a mere smirk as an idea clicked within his mind.
One Hour Later-
Sally was in bed and she loved every minute of it. Her new and favourite thing in the world was inside her, not moving, merely sheathed in place and throbbing, as if that was what her cunt was custom-made for. Sally realised what she was for Harry, she was his personalised cock warmer.
Sally raised her head from his chest and asked, "Harry, can I ask you a question?"
"That depends…"
"On what?" She asked him cutely with a curious look.
"On the question!"
Sally smiled pleasantly as she queried, "How many girls have you had sex with?"
"Including you, six!" Harry gave her a thoughtful reply.
Enthusiasm clearly evident in her tone, "Who was the best in bed?"
"Narcissa Malfoy!" He replied after a few minutes of silence.
"Draco's mum?" Sally asked in shock, and when he nodded with a small smirk, she laughed out loud.
"But how did…" Sally never finished as she felt his right hand on her arse inching closer to the crook of her arse. The girl couldn't help it; she blushed out loud at her lover's fingers slowly touching her folds.
She bit her lower lips sexily and mumbled hesitantly, "I'm sore, Harry."
Sally saw him smirking widely and her worry grew, a moment later she understood that she was right to worry. Her master flipped her over and now she was under him and he was on top of her, his cock still kept warm buried inside her cunt.
"Maybe we should fix that." Her eyes widened as he leaned in and captured her lips; he soon leaned back and continued, "Are you ready for round two?"