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The Dying of The Light.
Shortly after Sirius's death, Harry finds out Dumbledore has been manipulating him since first year, stealing his money, violating his parents wills and binding his magic. After learning this, Harr...
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Shortly after Sirius's death, Harry finds out Dumbledore has been manipulating him since first year, stealing his money, violating his parents wills and binding his magic. After learning this, Harry snaps with the weight of the world on his shoulders. With all of this betrayal, he was hardly shocked when he discovered his friends had been payed to be just that - his friends.
But tensions are arising between different wizarding factions. Harry and his friends must stop an ancient threat - the revelation of the Magical world. It will take him time but Harry will learn, not everything is as black and white as first made out to be.
Sorry for the clichés, but it's how the story begins. The actual plot starts at around chapters 9 to 10, but you need to read the first chapters to understand anything. Bear with how rushed it seems please.
--TDOTL--
Harry brothe heavily as he pushed open the large doors of Gringotts. His footsteps were loud on the marble floor as he approached a teller
"I'm here for the will reading of Sirius Black" He told the goblin in a dead voice.
The goblin surveyed him through his glasses. "Come with me, Mr Potter."
They stopped outside a pair of large golden doors, where Harry was unceremoniously shoved inside. His eyes skated over the room, his paranoid instincts kicking in.
Thank you Mad-Eye Moody! Harry thought sarcastically
"Mr Potter, I assure you this room is quite secure." A stern looking goblin at a large luxurious desk proclaimed.
Harry sat down in front of the desk and crossed his legs.
"Now onto the matter of your visit," The goblin began "You have been left everything. Now this is mostly a good thing but there are a couple of things I feel compelled to inform you."
"Yes?" Harry leant forward curiously
"What do you know of magical contracts?" The goblin asked
Harry steepled his fingers "That they are magically binding, and if you sign one, you must, you are forced to complete the criteria."
"Correct" The goblin smiled. "And with the death of Sirius Black, two contracts were passed onto you. A marriage contract, and a binding contract put in place by the father of Mr Black."
"Please elaborate," Harry said.
"The marriage contract is with the family of Damien Greengrass, and stipulates you must marry their first born daughter, in this case, Daphne Greengrass. The second was put in place when Andromeda Black was exiled the family for marrying Theodore Tonks. Their first born daughter, Nymphadora Tonks, is to be enslaved to the new Lord Black. Namely, you."
Harry mulled this over. "Would it be possible to arrange a meeting with Ms. Greengrass?"
A couple of hours later, Harry was sitting out of Fortescue's Ice Cream shop in Diagon Alley, waiting for his future wife. Moments later, a beautiful blonde woman walked into view. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned her surroundings, until they landed on him. A smile graced her face as she walked towards him, and sat down at his table.
"Well," Daphne laughed "It would be Harry Potter I'm betrothed too."
Harry laughed with her. "I think my marriage to such a beautiful woman is a god send. Maybe my luck is changing."
"You better believe it mister." Daphne smirked "I never thought that the Golden boy of the light would date a snake like me."
"Well, I've...learned certain things about people in my life involving that fool Dumbledore, and my so called 'friends', and honestly, it's widened my perspective." Harry then leant in and whispered in her ear. "Plus, I was originally supposed to be a Slytherin."
Daphne shivered in pleasure "Tell me more, husband dearest."
"Well Dumbledore sealed my parents wills, so until recently, I had no idea as to how he had violated them." Daphne gasped. It was a class 1 crime to violate the will of an ancient and noble house, punishable by 10 years in azkaban followed by the dementors kiss. "He also bound my magic and certain magical skills." Harry grew slightly taller in his seat before growing his hair and o shoulder length and shrinking it back. "My metamorphosis being the main factor, but also includes my Mage sight. My metamorphosis slipped through at some point during my childhood when I grew my hair back after it was all shaved off but that's irrelevant." Harry said with a wave of his hand
"Holy shit." Daphne was shocked.
"Holy shit indeed. Do you recall my friends Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked dryly
"Of course. No one could even talk to you with them constantly around you." Daphne said, cursing the gods that she hadn't spoken to this boy sooner in his life.
"Well, at least they did their jobs well. That is what Dumbledore payed them to do." Daphne gasped again "With my money." Harry growled
"They're gonna get what's coming to them." Daphne soothed, rubbing Harry's arm.
"Oh yes. They're going to get the full force of my anger. Mostly Hermione. Ron was poor and desperate and needed the money, I can forgive him. Hermione on the other hand, was certainly not poor or desperate." Harry balled up a fist, before unclenching it, trying to calm down.
"We need to be married today." Daphne said abruptly after a minutes silence." I would like to do it away from my family if you please."
"Of course." Harry nodded "May I ask why?"
Daphne blushed prettily "I'm embarrassed. I know you have to meet them but you're my first boyfriend and Father will tease me so." She mumbled to her shoes.
"Well ok. I'll meet with them after the marriage. I know on a beautiful bit of land off the coast of Madeira, where I currently reside, there is a chapel which does good weddings. Might I suggest there?" Harry said looking directly into his wife-to-be's eyes.
"That sounds wonderful." Daphne said genuinely, smiling.
The pair stood up, and Harry walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, before kissing her deeply on the lips. Warmth filled her and when she opened her eyes, they were on a golden beach, the sun directly above them.
"Nice trick." Daphne moaned as their lips broke apart.
"We need to get ready," Harry smiled at her antics "We've got to be married before 6'o'clock tomorrow morning. How would you like a sunset wedding?
"I would love it." Daphne leant in for another kiss before she turned away." Is there a wizarding street nearby?"
"I believe so."
At 5'o'clock that night, as the sun set over the sea, Harry James Potter and Daphne Victoria Greengrass looked into each other's eyes.
"I do." Daphne breathed, as she was lost in the ocean of glittering emeralds that was her husbands eyes.
"And do you, Harry James Potter, accept Daphne Victoria Greengrass to be your wife, for as long as you both shall live?" A balding old priest said cheerfully, looking at the male of the young couple.
"I do." Harry answered without hesitation.
"Then you may now kiss the bride."
Harry leant in and dipped his wife low as he delivered the most passionate kiss he could muster. The hem of her startlingly dazzling white dress dipped into the ocean surf, and she kissed him back, with just as much passion.
The pair ran from the priest along the beach, holding hands and laughing the whole way. They arrived at Harry's modest two storey beach house within five minutes, where they promptly slammed the door open and ran upstairs to the master bedroom.
Daphne tore at Harry's suit blazer and quickly forced it off his shoulders. She managed to unbutton his shirt, but that was as far as she got before Harry shoved her onto the bed. He dove in between her legs, his head disappearing under her satin dress. He pushed away her panties revealing her moist pussy in all of its glory, before he gave a single long lick up the slit. His talented tongue twirled inside of her, lapping at her folds.
Daphne moaned, and clenched her legs together, keeping her husbands head in place. She let out a scream of pleasure as he bit down on her clit, causing her orgasm to ripple through her.
Harry reappeared from under her dress with a Cheshire grin on his face. His face from his nose and under was dripping with her juices, but that didn't stop Harry from indulging his wife in a deep kiss. Harry grabbed her dress and physically ripped it off her, exposing her perfect figure. The long, slender legs he had just had his head between led up to a perfect hourglass figure with large DD breasts that perfectly suited the 16 year old newlywed. Her long, curly blonde hair reached her gorgeously sculpted arse and her shining sapphire blue eyes held a thousand secrets.
He could not believe that the beauty in front of him loved him. No one in his life that he could remember ever had, besides Sirius, let alone what he perceived to be the most beautiful woman alive. He slowly, tantalisingly pulled her panties down her legs and then unclipped her bra, allowing her amazing breasts to spill out.
Daphne's brain was running on two things. Love and lust. The two emotions shone in her eyes as she desperately tried to claw Harry's trousers off. She succeeded but was met by another offending item of clothing. With a growl, she vanished his boxers and observed her husbands thick long cock. She was shocked by the sheer size of it. She took the shaft in her hand and lifted it for inspection. It had to be at least 9 inches long and it wasn't even erect. It was at least an inch and a half in girth. She started to stroke the pole of delicious looking meat in front of her, and when it was fully erect at 12 inches long, (Daphne suspected there had been some metamorphosis to bring it to exactly 12 inches) she placed the tip in her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around the helmet and she flipped over, so Harry was lying down, and she could service him easier. Her tongue flicked at his piss hole before swirling around the shaft. She descended her head further down his glorious dick before it hit the back of her throat. She growled in frustration once more as she realised only half was in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt Harry's skilled fingers start to play with her clit, the other hand roughly palming her large tits.
As a reward, and also purely because she wanted to see if she could, Daphne lodged the other six inches into her throat, her nose now resting in his pubic hair. Harry groaned and gripped the back of her head in a fist before he started roughly fucking her face.
Daphne was lost in a world of pleasure as the love of her life mercilessly pounded in and out of her throat. His massive balls smashed into her chin over and over again. With guttural noise producing themselves from her throat, Daphne climaxed again at her rough treatment. She loved it.
Harry pulled out of her throat so just the head was in her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the head once more. He erupted inside of her mouth, rope after rope of thick hot cum unloaded into her mouth and she swallowed it all. It was delicious and she wanted more.
Harry pushed her off of him and rose to his knees. He grabbed her by her thin waist and pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees.
"You ready baby?" Harry breathed into her ear
"Yes, oh yes. One hundred times yes." Daphne moaned, still riding her last orgasm. "I love you she murmured.
"I love you too, beautiful." Harry whispered before thrusting into her.
She screamed as he tore through her hymen, but he wasn't stupid. He waited while she adjusted and the pain diminished. She gave a slight nod of her head and Harry continued. He pushed the rest of his massive cock inside of her before pulling out, so only the head was left in. He thrust in again, all in one go this time. He kept pumping her slowly, gaining speed.
"FASTER!" Daphne screamed "OH GODS THAT FEELS SO GOOD! PLEASE BABY! FASTER!"
Harry gritted his teeth but nonetheless obliged. He started to ruthlessly jackhammer into her at unbelievable speed. The room filled with the smell of sex and slapping flesh. Harry observed his wife's perfect arse as he smashed her pussy. Her hair jumped with every thrust. She adored doggy style just as much as he did it seemed. An idea popped into his head.
Daphne yelped as Harry viciously pulled her long bleach blonde hair, it balled up in his fist. Her head was tugged back with every thrust. She screamed her climax, her clenching walls dragging Harry's glorious manhood deeper into her.
Harry let go of her hair and lowered his hands back down to her arse and continued to saw in and out of her. Eventually, he pulled out, and lay down on the bed. Daphne moaned at the loss of the flesh pole filling her up but quickly got the message. She straddled Harry and quickly mounted him. He bucked up into her as she rode him, her hands pushing herself off the bed, and gravity bringing her crashing back down onto his hips, his turgid length buried inside of her. Harry grunted.
"In or out?" Harry groaned without stopping
"In!" Daphne answered immediately, still bouncing on the amazing cock "Please get me pregnant!"
Harry grunted again and erupted inside of her. What felt like a tidal wave of cum rushed through her tunnels, filling her womb. Harry continued to let the ocean of cum free from his cock until eventually, 30 seconds later, his tasty jizz stopped erupting from his dick. Daphne leant in and kissed him, and Harry embraced her.
They fell asleep, in each other's arms, with Harry's dick and unbelievable amounts of cum still buried inside of Daphne.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Shortly after Sirius's death, Harry finds out Dumbledore has been manipulating him since first year, stealing his money, violating his parents wills and binding his magic. After learning this, Harry snaps with the weight of the world on his shoulders. With all of this betrayal, he was hardly shocked when he discovered his friends had been payed to be just that - his friends.
But tensions are arising between different wizarding factions. Harry and his friends must stop an ancient threat - the revelation of the Magical world. It will take him time but Harry will learn, not everything is as black and white as first made out to be.
Sorry for the clichés, but it's how the story begins. The actual plot starts at around chapters 9 to 10, but you need to read the first chapters to understand anything. Bear with how rushed it seems please.
--TDOTL--
Harry brothe heavily as he pushed open the large doors of Gringotts. His footsteps were loud on the marble floor as he approached a teller
"I'm here for the will reading of Sirius Black" He told the goblin in a dead voice.
The goblin surveyed him through his glasses. "Come with me, Mr Potter."
They stopped outside a pair of large golden doors, where Harry was unceremoniously shoved inside. His eyes skated over the room, his paranoid instincts kicking in.
Thank you Mad-Eye Moody! Harry thought sarcastically
"Mr Potter, I assure you this room is quite secure." A stern looking goblin at a large luxurious desk proclaimed.
Harry sat down in front of the desk and crossed his legs.
"Now onto the matter of your visit," The goblin began "You have been left everything. Now this is mostly a good thing but there are a couple of things I feel compelled to inform you."
"Yes?" Harry leant forward curiously
"What do you know of magical contracts?" The goblin asked
Harry steepled his fingers "That they are magically binding, and if you sign one, you must, you are forced to complete the criteria."
"Correct" The goblin smiled. "And with the death of Sirius Black, two contracts were passed onto you. A marriage contract, and a binding contract put in place by the father of Mr Black."
"Please elaborate," Harry said.
"The marriage contract is with the family of Damien Greengrass, and stipulates you must marry their first born daughter, in this case, Daphne Greengrass. The second was put in place when Andromeda Black was exiled the family for marrying Theodore Tonks. Their first born daughter, Nymphadora Tonks, is to be enslaved to the new Lord Black. Namely, you."
Harry mulled this over. "Would it be possible to arrange a meeting with Ms. Greengrass?"
A couple of hours later, Harry was sitting out of Fortescue's Ice Cream shop in Diagon Alley, waiting for his future wife. Moments later, a beautiful blonde woman walked into view. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned her surroundings, until they landed on him. A smile graced her face as she walked towards him, and sat down at his table.
"Well," Daphne laughed "It would be Harry Potter I'm betrothed too."
Harry laughed with her. "I think my marriage to such a beautiful woman is a god send. Maybe my luck is changing."
"You better believe it mister." Daphne smirked "I never thought that the Golden boy of the light would date a snake like me."
"Well, I've...learned certain things about people in my life involving that fool Dumbledore, and my so called 'friends', and honestly, it's widened my perspective." Harry then leant in and whispered in her ear. "Plus, I was originally supposed to be a Slytherin."
Daphne shivered in pleasure "Tell me more, husband dearest."
"Well Dumbledore sealed my parents wills, so until recently, I had no idea as to how he had violated them." Daphne gasped. It was a class 1 crime to violate the will of an ancient and noble house, punishable by 10 years in azkaban followed by the dementors kiss. "He also bound my magic and certain magical skills." Harry grew slightly taller in his seat before growing his hair and o shoulder length and shrinking it back. "My metamorphosis being the main factor, but also includes my Mage sight. My metamorphosis slipped through at some point during my childhood when I grew my hair back after it was all shaved off but that's irrelevant." Harry said with a wave of his hand
"Holy shit." Daphne was shocked.
"Holy shit indeed. Do you recall my friends Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked dryly
"Of course. No one could even talk to you with them constantly around you." Daphne said, cursing the gods that she hadn't spoken to this boy sooner in his life.
"Well, at least they did their jobs well. That is what Dumbledore payed them to do." Daphne gasped again "With my money." Harry growled
"They're gonna get what's coming to them." Daphne soothed, rubbing Harry's arm.
"Oh yes. They're going to get the full force of my anger. Mostly Hermione. Ron was poor and desperate and needed the money, I can forgive him. Hermione on the other hand, was certainly not poor or desperate." Harry balled up a fist, before unclenching it, trying to calm down.
"We need to be married today." Daphne said abruptly after a minutes silence." I would like to do it away from my family if you please."
"Of course." Harry nodded "May I ask why?"
Daphne blushed prettily "I'm embarrassed. I know you have to meet them but you're my first boyfriend and Father will tease me so." She mumbled to her shoes.
"Well ok. I'll meet with them after the marriage. I know on a beautiful bit of land off the coast of Madeira, where I currently reside, there is a chapel which does good weddings. Might I suggest there?" Harry said looking directly into his wife-to-be's eyes.
"That sounds wonderful." Daphne said genuinely, smiling.
The pair stood up, and Harry walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, before kissing her deeply on the lips. Warmth filled her and when she opened her eyes, they were on a golden beach, the sun directly above them.
"Nice trick." Daphne moaned as their lips broke apart.
"We need to get ready," Harry smiled at her antics "We've got to be married before 6'o'clock tomorrow morning. How would you like a sunset wedding?
"I would love it." Daphne leant in for another kiss before she turned away." Is there a wizarding street nearby?"
"I believe so."
At 5'o'clock that night, as the sun set over the sea, Harry James Potter and Daphne Victoria Greengrass looked into each other's eyes.
"I do." Daphne breathed, as she was lost in the ocean of glittering emeralds that was her husbands eyes.
"And do you, Harry James Potter, accept Daphne Victoria Greengrass to be your wife, for as long as you both shall live?" A balding old priest said cheerfully, looking at the male of the young couple.
"I do." Harry answered without hesitation.
"Then you may now kiss the bride."
Harry leant in and dipped his wife low as he delivered the most passionate kiss he could muster. The hem of her startlingly dazzling white dress dipped into the ocean surf, and she kissed him back, with just as much passion.
The pair ran from the priest along the beach, holding hands and laughing the whole way. They arrived at Harry's modest two storey beach house within five minutes, where they promptly slammed the door open and ran upstairs to the master bedroom.
Daphne tore at Harry's suit blazer and quickly forced it off his shoulders. She managed to unbutton his shirt, but that was as far as she got before Harry shoved her onto the bed. He dove in between her legs, his head disappearing under her satin dress. He pushed away her panties revealing her moist pussy in all of its glory, before he gave a single long lick up the slit. His talented tongue twirled inside of her, lapping at her folds.
Daphne moaned, and clenched her legs together, keeping her husbands head in place. She let out a scream of pleasure as he bit down on her clit, causing her orgasm to ripple through her.
Harry reappeared from under her dress with a Cheshire grin on his face. His face from his nose and under was dripping with her juices, but that didn't stop Harry from indulging his wife in a deep kiss. Harry grabbed her dress and physically ripped it off her, exposing her perfect figure. The long, slender legs he had just had his head between led up to a perfect hourglass figure with large DD breasts that perfectly suited the 16 year old newlywed. Her long, curly blonde hair reached her gorgeously sculpted arse and her shining sapphire blue eyes held a thousand secrets.
He could not believe that the beauty in front of him loved him. No one in his life that he could remember ever had, besides Sirius, let alone what he perceived to be the most beautiful woman alive. He slowly, tantalisingly pulled her panties down her legs and then unclipped her bra, allowing her amazing breasts to spill out.
Daphne's brain was running on two things. Love and lust. The two emotions shone in her eyes as she desperately tried to claw Harry's trousers off. She succeeded but was met by another offending item of clothing. With a growl, she vanished his boxers and observed her husbands thick long cock. She was shocked by the sheer size of it. She took the shaft in her hand and lifted it for inspection. It had to be at least 9 inches long and it wasn't even erect. It was at least an inch and a half in girth. She started to stroke the pole of delicious looking meat in front of her, and when it was fully erect at 12 inches long, (Daphne suspected there had been some metamorphosis to bring it to exactly 12 inches) she placed the tip in her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around the helmet and she flipped over, so Harry was lying down, and she could service him easier. Her tongue flicked at his piss hole before swirling around the shaft. She descended her head further down his glorious dick before it hit the back of her throat. She growled in frustration once more as she realised only half was in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt Harry's skilled fingers start to play with her clit, the other hand roughly palming her large tits.
As a reward, and also purely because she wanted to see if she could, Daphne lodged the other six inches into her throat, her nose now resting in his pubic hair. Harry groaned and gripped the back of her head in a fist before he started roughly fucking her face.
Daphne was lost in a world of pleasure as the love of her life mercilessly pounded in and out of her throat. His massive balls smashed into her chin over and over again. With guttural noise producing themselves from her throat, Daphne climaxed again at her rough treatment. She loved it.
Harry pulled out of her throat so just the head was in her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the head once more. He erupted inside of her mouth, rope after rope of thick hot cum unloaded into her mouth and she swallowed it all. It was delicious and she wanted more.
Harry pushed her off of him and rose to his knees. He grabbed her by her thin waist and pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees.
"You ready baby?" Harry breathed into her ear
"Yes, oh yes. One hundred times yes." Daphne moaned, still riding her last orgasm. "I love you she murmured.
"I love you too, beautiful." Harry whispered before thrusting into her.
She screamed as he tore through her hymen, but he wasn't stupid. He waited while she adjusted and the pain diminished. She gave a slight nod of her head and Harry continued. He pushed the rest of his massive cock inside of her before pulling out, so only the head was left in. He thrust in again, all in one go this time. He kept pumping her slowly, gaining speed.
"FASTER!" Daphne screamed "OH GODS THAT FEELS SO GOOD! PLEASE BABY! FASTER!"
Harry gritted his teeth but nonetheless obliged. He started to ruthlessly jackhammer into her at unbelievable speed. The room filled with the smell of sex and slapping flesh. Harry observed his wife's perfect arse as he smashed her pussy. Her hair jumped with every thrust. She adored doggy style just as much as he did it seemed. An idea popped into his head.
Daphne yelped as Harry viciously pulled her long bleach blonde hair, it balled up in his fist. Her head was tugged back with every thrust. She screamed her climax, her clenching walls dragging Harry's glorious manhood deeper into her.
Harry let go of her hair and lowered his hands back down to her arse and continued to saw in and out of her. Eventually, he pulled out, and lay down on the bed. Daphne moaned at the loss of the flesh pole filling her up but quickly got the message. She straddled Harry and quickly mounted him. He bucked up into her as she rode him, her hands pushing herself off the bed, and gravity bringing her crashing back down onto his hips, his turgid length buried inside of her. Harry grunted.
"In or out?" Harry groaned without stopping
"In!" Daphne answered immediately, still bouncing on the amazing cock "Please get me pregnant!"
Harry grunted again and erupted inside of her. What felt like a tidal wave of cum rushed through her tunnels, filling her womb. Harry continued to let the ocean of cum free from his cock until eventually, 30 seconds later, his tasty jizz stopped erupting from his dick. Daphne leant in and kissed him, and Harry embraced her.
They fell asleep, in each other's arms, with Harry's dick and unbelievable amounts of cum still buried inside of Daphne.
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