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Betrayals
Hermione's time has come. With the betrayal of everything he knows, and his subsequent turning to the dark, Harry decides that instead of overcoming his rage that he should embrace it.
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
Hermione's time has come. With the betrayal of everything he knows, and his subsequent turning to the dark, Harry decides that instead of overcoming his rage that he should embrace it.
Hermione.
She came through loud and clear, lit up his mind like a star in the night sky. He turned, his eyes closed, until the star burned bright enough to follow.
South. Towards Paris. She was out of British borders. Out of the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled.
Good
Hermione stretched and cracked her fingers. She opened her wardrobe and picked out an expensive dark blue silk bikini. She pulled the fabric over her smooth skin of her legs and quickly clipped the top on. It was going to be another good day at the beach. She brushed her long brown curls behind her ear and surveyed all the expensive clothes that Harry had unknowingly bought her. She smirked as she closed the wardrobe, unable to believe how lucky she thought she was.
That was until her door exploded.
Hermione let out a scream of shock as the door splintered inwards, shards of wood embedding themselves deep into the carpet and scratching at her legs. The mangled metal of the door handle flew past her head and shattered through the balcony door.
"So this is what you do with all my money," Harry Potter drawled, as he walked through the ruined doorway. "You buy a nice, expensive villa."
"H-Harry-" Hermione stammered, stumbling backwards as Harry approached her. She stumbled over a pillow and fell backwards onto her arse. Still, she continued to crawl backwards, towards the shattered patio door. She desperately wracked her brain for an excuse, something to escape.
Dumbledore would know! Her brain screamed at her. What would he do?!
"Hermione!" Charlotte Granger screamed as she ran in behind Harry. "Who are you?"
Nathan Granger grabbed the first weapon he could when he heard the explosion rip through the house. The brass based lamp would have to do as he quickly sprinted into the corridor, ready to run up the stairs when something thin was jabbed into his neck.
"Move," Daphne Potter said with a sickly-sweet smile, "And I'll blow your damn head off."
The sound of people talking drifted up from the floorboards, filling the room with the low murmur of half-formed words. Hermione sat on the ground, cuffed to the radiator. So much for her wonderful day.
The worst thing about the shackles wasn't that they bit into her wrists or that they robbed her of her magic. The worst thing about them was that they kept her magic just out of reach, like an itch she couldn't scratch, or a sneeze that wouldn't come. It was so close, so eye-wateringly close, and yet she had no way of getting to it.
A shudder went through her body, and Hermione closed her eyes. She'd never been good with things like this.
She heard footsteps from down the corridor and then a tall, blonde-haired woman stepped inside, holding hear father at wand point.
"How you doing, Hermione?" The woman asked. "Shackled to a radiator, huh?"
"Wh-what?" Why was this woman talking to her so calmly? "Who are you?"
"Oh me?" The woman asked gesturing to herself with her free hand. "I'm Harry's wife, Daphne."
"Harry?" Her father managed to choke out, and was rewarded by a jab to the throat.
"Yes, Harry." Daphne said simply, before turning back to Hermione."I've known him since fourth year, but I'm not surprised we haven't met."
"But Harry was always with Ron and I!" Hermione insisted.
"Can you think of a time when you and Ron weren't with Harry?" Daphne looked mock-thoughtful for a moment. "Neither can I! Let's jog your memory!" Daphne voice dropped from playful to freezing in the space of a second. "Crucio." She incanted coldly
Hermione thrashed on the ground screaming. Unbearable pain rippled through her tendons, burning her muscles and eating away at her insides. She felt her vocal cords tense, but just before they snapped, the pain stopped.
"Now I'm not here for you, bitch." Daphne spat at her "Im just going to play with your Father a little."
With that Daphne turned the torture curse on the eldest Granger in the room.
Charlotte rattled her chain against the radiator to no avail.
"You never answered my question." She said, much to calmly
I'm going into shock. She realised with a jolt.
Harry gave her a kind smile, but behind those entrancing emerald eyes, she could see the evil.
"My name is Harry Potter." Recognition flashed through her brain for a split second. "I bought you this house. And most likely everything you've received from your daughter in the last five and a half years."
"What are you talking about?" Charlotte flinched st the implications of his words. Surely her daughter wouldn't have stolen from this man?
"Your beloved daughter was being paid with my own money," Harry growled "To... Let's say to keep me in check. It's a long story."
"Somehow I feel your going to explain anyway."
"Perception and intelligence are brilliant gifts. It's a shame you had to pass them down to someone as horrible as your daughter." Harry smiled again. "You are correct. It started when Hermione and I were just babies. A prophecy was made."
Charlotte opened her mouth to argue about how prophecies were fake.
"I know what your going to say," Harry held up a hand "'Prohecies aren't real, they're just made by con artists trying to scam money out of gullible people.' Normally, you'd be right. But in the magical world, they are quite real. This prophecy states that I am the only one who can defeat Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort is-"
"I know who Lord Voldemort is." Charlotte interrupted.
Harry smiled once again "Of course you do. This just saves me the effort of having to explain him too you."
"Hermione told us at the end of last year." Charlotte added.
Harry's smile turned cold at the mention of his former friends name. "Well I certainly hope she told you everything. She certainly didn't tell me everything." He said bitterly. "The Headmaster of our school, Albus fucking knows what's best for everyone Dumbledore decided, Oh I'm going to put this super important, super powerful kid in with his abusive relatives who I know hate magic, and put a bunch of magic-suppressors on his magical core. Sure they might kill him but it'll be fine. Let's hope when he comes out in ten years time he'll be the weak malleable weapon I've always wanted. And do you know what?" Harry growled. "I fucking was. I believed every damn word that came out of his mouth, but I was lucky. See, I don't have this sense that authority figures can do no wrong. So yeah, sure, I looked up to Dumbledore, but Hermione had her head so far up his arse his stupid ass beard was turning brown and bushy."
Charlotte smiled at the image, despite what she was learning.
It was at this point when they were interrupted by feminine screaming from the next room, shortly followed by a deeper, more masculine scream that dragged on.
"Oh for gods sake Daphne..." Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Hold on while I sort out my wife." With that, the handsome man stood up and left
"Daphne, what the hell are you doing?" Harry shouted at his wife as she directed her wand at the muggle writhing in pain on the floor.
Immeidiatley, she cut off the spell.
"You said I could play with them!" She said back to him.
"Explain. Not play, Explain!" Harry said exasperated. How insane was his wife?
"Oh," Daphne looked at the heavily breathing Nathan and then back to Harry. "Shit."
"Yeah ,Shit! It's hardly their fault their daughters been bribed. Don't blame them!" Harry then turned to Hermione and delivered a short sharp kick to her kidney's. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, bitch. I'm just telling your mother all about the nice things you did to dear old me at school." He sneered before he spun and strode out the door, his black cloak billowing out in a decidedly Snape-like fashion.
"Well fuck," Daphne cursed, and Hermione smirked, wiping away some blood shed coughed up with the back of her hand. "You're pretty. Don't make me change that." Daphne warned before silencing her.
"Nathan, may I call you Nathan?" Daphne switched on a smile "You see, there's been a terrible misunderstanding..."
"Sorry about that," Harry sighed as he walked back into the adjacent bedroom
"What happened?" Charlotte asked, staring at Harry slightly, only now just seeing how handsome he was.
"Miscommunication." He said abruptly. "Now, imagine your Hermione, you have this deep-seared desire to respect authority figures wishes to the letter. Now imagine you've been told by the biggest authority figure in the world, who self proclaims himself as the most powerful wizard in the world and people believe him, that he's going to pay you 50,000 pounds to spy on a shy rich kid. Essentially be his friend and stop other people from getting to friendly. Betray his trust so much that he would trust you with his life, but all you wanted from him was your 50,000 pounds a year, thank you very much."
Charlotte looked at him in horror.
"Surely, surely I must have raised my daughter better than that. She can't be that greedy!" Charlotte exclaimed
"Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but your daughter is the bitchiest bitch there is." Harry said with a sad smile.
"Is this revenge then?" Charlotte's anger was bubbling at her daughter. "What will you do to her?"
"Turn her into what she hates most." Harry smirked. The evil she had seen previously was back, and meaner than ever. His eyes glinted. "I'm going to enslave her."
"What!?" Charlotte screamed at him. Sure her daughter was criminally greedy and had committed the worst crime in her book, but this was evil.
"You know Charlotte, you are so beautiful." Harry ignored her outburst and his hand stroked her face
The older woman blushed but nevertheless opened her mouth to start shouting at him again, but all that came out was a moan as the mans fingers slid down her neck and started stroking her large, sensitive breasts. She bit back another moan as the second hand joined in, attacking her other breast.
Harry licked his lips as he watched the extremely hot older woman fluster in front of him. She squeezed her legs together, and tried to rub herself with her thighs. Harry captured her pouty lips in a kiss. Unlike his warm passionate kisses that he shared with Daphne, this one was full of a hungry lust, a need. Charlotte gave a predatory grow like as Harry leant back, and using her free hand, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and brought him into another searing kiss.
Harry's hands snuck into her shirt and he tugged, hard. All of the buttons of her pale blue shirt popped off and a similarly coloured bikini top that cupped Charlottes wonderful breasts spilled out. He tugged the bikini top down, revealing her naked tits to the world. Harry broke the kiss and attacked her nipples with his mouth. He gave Charlotte a long lick from the top of her breasts, down to the hem of her shorts. He caught the zipper in between his teeth and pulled his head down, revealing matching bottom swimwear. His hands gripped her arse, and he pulled off her shorts and lower bikini in one violent movement.
Charlotte moaned in pleasure as her bare pussy was exposed.
His talented fingers stroked her wet arousal, and when his finger was dripping he shoved it in her mouth.
As Charlotte sucked his fingers dry, Harry thought he'd remind her of the exact situation. " I'm your daughters best friend, who is about to enslave said daughter, and here you are,lapping up your own pussy juices."
Charlotte moaned once more and her free hand reached outwards for his jeans zipper. She didn't care anymore. She needed pleasure.
Harry slapped her hand away, hard.
"Good things come to those who wait my dear Charlotte." Harry smiled before lowering his head in between her long, luscious legs and starting to eat out his former best friends mother.
Charlotte was on cloud nine as this God, for this could be no mere man, pleasured her to new heights, where she had never, ever been. She came three times in the space of two minutes.
Jesus Christ, does her husband never pleasure her?
Harry raised his head from in between her legs and indulged her in another kiss. As he pulled his head back Charlotte once again grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him back, but instead of giving him another kiss, she liked his face clean of her juices.
This bitch is almost as dirty as Daphne! Harry thought with a smirk. When he was released, he dropped his robe and then made short work of his shirt and jeans.
Charlotte gaped at the sheer size of the cock dangling in front of her. It was cartoonishly big, just under double the size of her husbands. His ballsack hung underneath the rod with the size of a grapefruit, ready to pump her full of cum. Her eyes rolled back as she orgasmed at just the sight of it.
Harry let a laugh that radiated pure evil loose from his throat.
Hermione watched as Daphne shivered her orgasm at Harry's laugh. She couldn't bring herself too look at her father who's eyes were filled with only shame and anger. When Daphne silenced her, she had made the wall invisible only to Hermione, so that she could see her mothers reactions.
Tears had welled up at her fathers shouting, but her mothers disappointment and disbelief was crippling.
I was doing the right thing! She thought with a sob. Why can't they see that? Dumbledore knows what he's doing!
When Harry had started to seduce her mother, her anger mixed with her tears. She couldn't even tell her father what was happening. Traitorously, she felt herself getting wet at Harry's ministrations, and could feel her cum running down her bare legs and onto the carpet. She orgasmed without even touching herself at the sight of her mother licking her own cum off her best friends face.
She was shocked out of her orgasm induced stupor when Harry had dropped his pants. His dick was huge! She cursed herself for not jumping the boy sooner, but then remembered her reasons, and quickly after, her parents shame.
Daphne had given her father a dreamless sleep potion when Harry started the seduction of Hermione's mother and now sat directly behind Hermione, so that Hermione's arse was nestled in between her legs. Daphne's hands dived in between Hermione's legs and grabbed at her bikini panties and viciously tore them off. Without warning, she then plunged her fingers inside of Hermione and started pumping them in and out, stroking her insides and pinching her clit.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Hermione screamed before she shuddered as Daphne's long, slender fingers stroked past her G-spot.
"You hate this." Daphne said harshly. "You hate how aroused you are at what's happening. You hate what my husband is doing to your mother. If you hate it, then I love it, because I want you to be uncomfortable. To feel pain."
As if to punctuate her point, Daphne pinched her clit again, this time sharply and painfully, whilst giving her an enormous wave of pleasure to ride on.
Hermione hated herself. She was crying with self hate because of how much she loved watching her former best friend fuck her mother.
Charlotte reached up to grab his monster like cock, and found the hand cuffs gone. She didn't stop to ask questions however, she simply grabbed his dick with both her hands and started pumping the flesh pole. The angry purple head was inches away from her face. She leant forward and licked from the bottom of the head to the top, her tongue briefly pausing to tongue his piss hole. The God put two hands on the back of her head and thrust inside of her mouth. The buxom brunette willingly let the cock barge past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth, as if she had a choice. Her tongue licked around the outside of his cock, loop the looping around his shaft. The dick gently thrust in and out of her mouth, lovingly fucking her face.
There was a moment of stillness. The calm before the storm you might say.
And that is exactly what Harry Potter was. The oncoming storm.
He started pumping in and out of her mouth again, this time extremely violently. Charlottes face physically hurt with how hard his hips were smashing into it as she was forced to lodge his cock down her throat. Thick choking noises filled the room along with the wet vulgar sounds of sex. Harry grunted and Charlotte did nothing but allow her face to be fucked. Eventually, he cleared her airway and she choked out a long awaited cough. Harry wasn't done however. He placed the head in her mouth and groaned as he came.
His cock twitched inside of Charlottes mouth before torrents of thick warm baby batter splashed into her mouth.
Hermione.
She came through loud and clear, lit up his mind like a star in the night sky. He turned, his eyes closed, until the star burned bright enough to follow.
South. Towards Paris. She was out of British borders. Out of the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled.
Good
Hermione stretched and cracked her fingers. She opened her wardrobe and picked out an expensive dark blue silk bikini. She pulled the fabric over her smooth skin of her legs and quickly clipped the top on. It was going to be another good day at the beach. She brushed her long brown curls behind her ear and surveyed all the expensive clothes that Harry had unknowingly bought her. She smirked as she closed the wardrobe, unable to believe how lucky she thought she was.
That was until her door exploded.
Hermione let out a scream of shock as the door splintered inwards, shards of wood embedding themselves deep into the carpet and scratching at her legs. The mangled metal of the door handle flew past her head and shattered through the balcony door.
"So this is what you do with all my money," Harry Potter drawled, as he walked through the ruined doorway. "You buy a nice, expensive villa."
"H-Harry-" Hermione stammered, stumbling backwards as Harry approached her. She stumbled over a pillow and fell backwards onto her arse. Still, she continued to crawl backwards, towards the shattered patio door. She desperately wracked her brain for an excuse, something to escape.
Dumbledore would know! Her brain screamed at her. What would he do?!
"Hermione!" Charlotte Granger screamed as she ran in behind Harry. "Who are you?"
Nathan Granger grabbed the first weapon he could when he heard the explosion rip through the house. The brass based lamp would have to do as he quickly sprinted into the corridor, ready to run up the stairs when something thin was jabbed into his neck.
"Move," Daphne Potter said with a sickly-sweet smile, "And I'll blow your damn head off."
The sound of people talking drifted up from the floorboards, filling the room with the low murmur of half-formed words. Hermione sat on the ground, cuffed to the radiator. So much for her wonderful day.
The worst thing about the shackles wasn't that they bit into her wrists or that they robbed her of her magic. The worst thing about them was that they kept her magic just out of reach, like an itch she couldn't scratch, or a sneeze that wouldn't come. It was so close, so eye-wateringly close, and yet she had no way of getting to it.
A shudder went through her body, and Hermione closed her eyes. She'd never been good with things like this.
She heard footsteps from down the corridor and then a tall, blonde-haired woman stepped inside, holding hear father at wand point.
"How you doing, Hermione?" The woman asked. "Shackled to a radiator, huh?"
"Wh-what?" Why was this woman talking to her so calmly? "Who are you?"
"Oh me?" The woman asked gesturing to herself with her free hand. "I'm Harry's wife, Daphne."
"Harry?" Her father managed to choke out, and was rewarded by a jab to the throat.
"Yes, Harry." Daphne said simply, before turning back to Hermione."I've known him since fourth year, but I'm not surprised we haven't met."
"But Harry was always with Ron and I!" Hermione insisted.
"Can you think of a time when you and Ron weren't with Harry?" Daphne looked mock-thoughtful for a moment. "Neither can I! Let's jog your memory!" Daphne voice dropped from playful to freezing in the space of a second. "Crucio." She incanted coldly
Hermione thrashed on the ground screaming. Unbearable pain rippled through her tendons, burning her muscles and eating away at her insides. She felt her vocal cords tense, but just before they snapped, the pain stopped.
"Now I'm not here for you, bitch." Daphne spat at her "Im just going to play with your Father a little."
With that Daphne turned the torture curse on the eldest Granger in the room.
Charlotte rattled her chain against the radiator to no avail.
"You never answered my question." She said, much to calmly
I'm going into shock. She realised with a jolt.
Harry gave her a kind smile, but behind those entrancing emerald eyes, she could see the evil.
"My name is Harry Potter." Recognition flashed through her brain for a split second. "I bought you this house. And most likely everything you've received from your daughter in the last five and a half years."
"What are you talking about?" Charlotte flinched st the implications of his words. Surely her daughter wouldn't have stolen from this man?
"Your beloved daughter was being paid with my own money," Harry growled "To... Let's say to keep me in check. It's a long story."
"Somehow I feel your going to explain anyway."
"Perception and intelligence are brilliant gifts. It's a shame you had to pass them down to someone as horrible as your daughter." Harry smiled again. "You are correct. It started when Hermione and I were just babies. A prophecy was made."
Charlotte opened her mouth to argue about how prophecies were fake.
"I know what your going to say," Harry held up a hand "'Prohecies aren't real, they're just made by con artists trying to scam money out of gullible people.' Normally, you'd be right. But in the magical world, they are quite real. This prophecy states that I am the only one who can defeat Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort is-"
"I know who Lord Voldemort is." Charlotte interrupted.
Harry smiled once again "Of course you do. This just saves me the effort of having to explain him too you."
"Hermione told us at the end of last year." Charlotte added.
Harry's smile turned cold at the mention of his former friends name. "Well I certainly hope she told you everything. She certainly didn't tell me everything." He said bitterly. "The Headmaster of our school, Albus fucking knows what's best for everyone Dumbledore decided, Oh I'm going to put this super important, super powerful kid in with his abusive relatives who I know hate magic, and put a bunch of magic-suppressors on his magical core. Sure they might kill him but it'll be fine. Let's hope when he comes out in ten years time he'll be the weak malleable weapon I've always wanted. And do you know what?" Harry growled. "I fucking was. I believed every damn word that came out of his mouth, but I was lucky. See, I don't have this sense that authority figures can do no wrong. So yeah, sure, I looked up to Dumbledore, but Hermione had her head so far up his arse his stupid ass beard was turning brown and bushy."
Charlotte smiled at the image, despite what she was learning.
It was at this point when they were interrupted by feminine screaming from the next room, shortly followed by a deeper, more masculine scream that dragged on.
"Oh for gods sake Daphne..." Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Hold on while I sort out my wife." With that, the handsome man stood up and left
"Daphne, what the hell are you doing?" Harry shouted at his wife as she directed her wand at the muggle writhing in pain on the floor.
Immeidiatley, she cut off the spell.
"You said I could play with them!" She said back to him.
"Explain. Not play, Explain!" Harry said exasperated. How insane was his wife?
"Oh," Daphne looked at the heavily breathing Nathan and then back to Harry. "Shit."
"Yeah ,Shit! It's hardly their fault their daughters been bribed. Don't blame them!" Harry then turned to Hermione and delivered a short sharp kick to her kidney's. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, bitch. I'm just telling your mother all about the nice things you did to dear old me at school." He sneered before he spun and strode out the door, his black cloak billowing out in a decidedly Snape-like fashion.
"Well fuck," Daphne cursed, and Hermione smirked, wiping away some blood shed coughed up with the back of her hand. "You're pretty. Don't make me change that." Daphne warned before silencing her.
"Nathan, may I call you Nathan?" Daphne switched on a smile "You see, there's been a terrible misunderstanding..."
"Sorry about that," Harry sighed as he walked back into the adjacent bedroom
"What happened?" Charlotte asked, staring at Harry slightly, only now just seeing how handsome he was.
"Miscommunication." He said abruptly. "Now, imagine your Hermione, you have this deep-seared desire to respect authority figures wishes to the letter. Now imagine you've been told by the biggest authority figure in the world, who self proclaims himself as the most powerful wizard in the world and people believe him, that he's going to pay you 50,000 pounds to spy on a shy rich kid. Essentially be his friend and stop other people from getting to friendly. Betray his trust so much that he would trust you with his life, but all you wanted from him was your 50,000 pounds a year, thank you very much."
Charlotte looked at him in horror.
"Surely, surely I must have raised my daughter better than that. She can't be that greedy!" Charlotte exclaimed
"Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but your daughter is the bitchiest bitch there is." Harry said with a sad smile.
"Is this revenge then?" Charlotte's anger was bubbling at her daughter. "What will you do to her?"
"Turn her into what she hates most." Harry smirked. The evil she had seen previously was back, and meaner than ever. His eyes glinted. "I'm going to enslave her."
"What!?" Charlotte screamed at him. Sure her daughter was criminally greedy and had committed the worst crime in her book, but this was evil.
"You know Charlotte, you are so beautiful." Harry ignored her outburst and his hand stroked her face
The older woman blushed but nevertheless opened her mouth to start shouting at him again, but all that came out was a moan as the mans fingers slid down her neck and started stroking her large, sensitive breasts. She bit back another moan as the second hand joined in, attacking her other breast.
Harry licked his lips as he watched the extremely hot older woman fluster in front of him. She squeezed her legs together, and tried to rub herself with her thighs. Harry captured her pouty lips in a kiss. Unlike his warm passionate kisses that he shared with Daphne, this one was full of a hungry lust, a need. Charlotte gave a predatory grow like as Harry leant back, and using her free hand, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and brought him into another searing kiss.
Harry's hands snuck into her shirt and he tugged, hard. All of the buttons of her pale blue shirt popped off and a similarly coloured bikini top that cupped Charlottes wonderful breasts spilled out. He tugged the bikini top down, revealing her naked tits to the world. Harry broke the kiss and attacked her nipples with his mouth. He gave Charlotte a long lick from the top of her breasts, down to the hem of her shorts. He caught the zipper in between his teeth and pulled his head down, revealing matching bottom swimwear. His hands gripped her arse, and he pulled off her shorts and lower bikini in one violent movement.
Charlotte moaned in pleasure as her bare pussy was exposed.
His talented fingers stroked her wet arousal, and when his finger was dripping he shoved it in her mouth.
As Charlotte sucked his fingers dry, Harry thought he'd remind her of the exact situation. " I'm your daughters best friend, who is about to enslave said daughter, and here you are,lapping up your own pussy juices."
Charlotte moaned once more and her free hand reached outwards for his jeans zipper. She didn't care anymore. She needed pleasure.
Harry slapped her hand away, hard.
"Good things come to those who wait my dear Charlotte." Harry smiled before lowering his head in between her long, luscious legs and starting to eat out his former best friends mother.
Charlotte was on cloud nine as this God, for this could be no mere man, pleasured her to new heights, where she had never, ever been. She came three times in the space of two minutes.
Jesus Christ, does her husband never pleasure her?
Harry raised his head from in between her legs and indulged her in another kiss. As he pulled his head back Charlotte once again grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him back, but instead of giving him another kiss, she liked his face clean of her juices.
This bitch is almost as dirty as Daphne! Harry thought with a smirk. When he was released, he dropped his robe and then made short work of his shirt and jeans.
Charlotte gaped at the sheer size of the cock dangling in front of her. It was cartoonishly big, just under double the size of her husbands. His ballsack hung underneath the rod with the size of a grapefruit, ready to pump her full of cum. Her eyes rolled back as she orgasmed at just the sight of it.
Harry let a laugh that radiated pure evil loose from his throat.
Hermione watched as Daphne shivered her orgasm at Harry's laugh. She couldn't bring herself too look at her father who's eyes were filled with only shame and anger. When Daphne silenced her, she had made the wall invisible only to Hermione, so that she could see her mothers reactions.
Tears had welled up at her fathers shouting, but her mothers disappointment and disbelief was crippling.
I was doing the right thing! She thought with a sob. Why can't they see that? Dumbledore knows what he's doing!
When Harry had started to seduce her mother, her anger mixed with her tears. She couldn't even tell her father what was happening. Traitorously, she felt herself getting wet at Harry's ministrations, and could feel her cum running down her bare legs and onto the carpet. She orgasmed without even touching herself at the sight of her mother licking her own cum off her best friends face.
She was shocked out of her orgasm induced stupor when Harry had dropped his pants. His dick was huge! She cursed herself for not jumping the boy sooner, but then remembered her reasons, and quickly after, her parents shame.
Daphne had given her father a dreamless sleep potion when Harry started the seduction of Hermione's mother and now sat directly behind Hermione, so that Hermione's arse was nestled in between her legs. Daphne's hands dived in between Hermione's legs and grabbed at her bikini panties and viciously tore them off. Without warning, she then plunged her fingers inside of Hermione and started pumping them in and out, stroking her insides and pinching her clit.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Hermione screamed before she shuddered as Daphne's long, slender fingers stroked past her G-spot.
"You hate this." Daphne said harshly. "You hate how aroused you are at what's happening. You hate what my husband is doing to your mother. If you hate it, then I love it, because I want you to be uncomfortable. To feel pain."
As if to punctuate her point, Daphne pinched her clit again, this time sharply and painfully, whilst giving her an enormous wave of pleasure to ride on.
Hermione hated herself. She was crying with self hate because of how much she loved watching her former best friend fuck her mother.
Charlotte reached up to grab his monster like cock, and found the hand cuffs gone. She didn't stop to ask questions however, she simply grabbed his dick with both her hands and started pumping the flesh pole. The angry purple head was inches away from her face. She leant forward and licked from the bottom of the head to the top, her tongue briefly pausing to tongue his piss hole. The God put two hands on the back of her head and thrust inside of her mouth. The buxom brunette willingly let the cock barge past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth, as if she had a choice. Her tongue licked around the outside of his cock, loop the looping around his shaft. The dick gently thrust in and out of her mouth, lovingly fucking her face.
There was a moment of stillness. The calm before the storm you might say.
And that is exactly what Harry Potter was. The oncoming storm.
He started pumping in and out of her mouth again, this time extremely violently. Charlottes face physically hurt with how hard his hips were smashing into it as she was forced to lodge his cock down her throat. Thick choking noises filled the room along with the wet vulgar sounds of sex. Harry grunted and Charlotte did nothing but allow her face to be fucked. Eventually, he cleared her airway and she choked out a long awaited cough. Harry wasn't done however. He placed the head in her mouth and groaned as he came.
His cock twitched inside of Charlottes mouth before torrents of thick warm baby batter splashed into her mouth.
It was the most delicious substance that she knew.
She was addicted. She didn't just swallow it because she loved it, she swallowed because she needed it. Harry yanked his still solid dick out of her mouth, and the Granger moaned at the loss of her new favourite food source, but her moans quickly turned into those of pleasure as the bulging head of his rod throbbed at her sopping wet cunt. She screamed in pain and pleasure as his enormous cock invaded her tight hole.
Holy fuck she's tight! Harry thought
Harry edged his dick further into her, painfully slowly, but could see the MILF physically writhing on the ground in pleasure. He frowned as he felt a barrier. She couldn't be a virgin so what was it? He grunted, and thrust through it in a single swift motion.
Charlottes eyes snapped open and she screamed her head off as unbelievable pain shot through her.
Oh shit it's her fucking cervix! Harry realised and pulled out of it, but the damage was done. She was screaming, begging him to keep fucking her despite the pain. Harry grabbed both of her legs and positioned them over his shoulders before obliging the screaming woman. He pumped in and out of her at phenomenal speed, eliciting screams of both pain and pleasure. His ballsack smashed against her anus with every thrust.
"OH MY FUCK THIS IS AMAZING!" Charlotte screamed
"YEAH?" Harry roared "THIS IS WHAT YOUR DAUGHTERS GONNA GET WHEN I ENSLAVE HER!"
How in fuck is this a punishment? Charlotte thought, suddenly jealous of her daughter being able to get this whenever the god on top of her so desired.
"PLEASE ENSLAVE ME!" She yelled at him
"What?!" Harry yelled back at her incredulously. He had being planning to, but her asking for it was completely different.
"IF YOUR SLAVES GET THIS THAN I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE!" She cried out her words slurred as she was hammered relentlessly by his cock.
Harry pumped in and out of her rhythmically, constantly sawing to and fro he became mesmerised by her long brown curls bouncing. He felt his cum boiling away in his balls ready to be injected, shot forward into the waiting woman beneath him.
Harry grabbed Charlotte by the neck with both hands and used her neck as grip to drive himself as deep as he could go.
"SEPTIMUS SEXUS SERVUS!" Harry let out a primal roar, pouring his magic into Charlotte before he came inside of her. The ocean that was his warm hot cum flowed through her pussy, drowning her insides.
Charlotte's eyes rolled into the back of her head as the sheer pleasure of her enslavment and the warm feeling of being filled shot through her.
Harry panted for a minute before he stood up. After using her hair as a towel to wipe his dick semi-clean of their mixed juices, and her blood from her ruined cervix, he slipped his clothes on and walked into the next room.
Daphne instantly made the wall visible again and put some silencing charms around the room Harry was in as soon as Charlotte started shouting. She didn't want her shouts to wake up her husband or inform Hermione of her rapidly approaching fate.
Harry appeared in the wrecked doorway once more. Taking a note of the sleeping Nathan, he fired a quick, silent Stupefy at him before approaching Daphne.
"Tonks has got a new friend." Harry smirked at Hermione's confusion.
Daphne was shocked for a moment, but quickly let out a cold, beautiful laugh. "I take it the spell worked then? I didn't realise you were going to use it on her."
"She fell unconscious like you said so I assume so," Harry shrugged "But we have more important matters to get to." With that, he vanished Hermione's handcuffs and quickly grabbed her by the throat. He lifted her up with ease, showing superhuman strength, before throwing her into the opposite wall.
"So hey Hermione," Harry said in a mock kind voice. "How's your summer been?" With that he punched her in the face.
She garbled and spat blood, tears streaming down her face. He straddled her chest and delivered another blow to her face.
"I WAS THERE FOR YOU" Harry shouted, punching her in her face once more. "YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND! I LOVED YOU! AND IT WAS ALL A FUCKING LIE!" He rained blows down on her arms that she raised to protect her face. These arms were quickly beaten down. Harry's own tears streamed as he relived her betrayal.
Breathing heavily, Harry got off her and stood up. She lay there broken and battered whilst Harry stripped.
Daphne felt a twinge of sympathy for the brutally abused woman in front of her, but quickly quashed it. This woman had hurt her Harry so deeply, she wouldn't have been surprised if he was scarred for life. She knew, however, that Harry was in a dangerous mood, and whatever he orders she should obey without question. She quickly stripped alongside Harry.
Hermione rose up onto her knees. Big mistake.
Harry grabbed her by the hair and shoved his still semi-dirty cock into her mouth. "Taste that, you fucking bitch? That's your mothers blood and cum, smeared on the dick that FUCKING OWNS YOU!" Harry roared, bucking in and out of her face, with no qualms about what happened to her. He erupted in her mouth, still bucking. His seed fired into her mouth and as he pulled out all one her face. She coughed and sputtered and spat out his cum, mixed with her own blood.
Harry whirled to Daphne. "Kneel next to her." He said calmly "I SAID FUCKING KNEEL!" Harry roared.
Daphne quickly obliged her knees touching in the pool of mixed cum and blood. She felt oddly delighted about being in a puddle of her husbands cum, but disgusted at the red mixing in with the pure whiteness of her love's seed.
Hermione had fallen down and was still choking from the hard face fucking she'd just recieved. Her jaw ached and her entire body shook. Harry grabbed her by the hair with one hand, and her chin with the other, and pointed her face so she was looking directly at Daphne.
"You're fucking hot, Hermione, that I won't deny. But you see that?" Harry lifted his hand from her hair and pointed at Daphne "That is beauty." Hermione looked down as soon as Harry let go of her chin.
"You are nothing." Harry spat. "Nothing,compared to the royalty that is my wife." Harry knelt behind Hermione and lined up with her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head into the floor.
"Lick that fucking mess up, slut." Harry said looking at her with disgust before slamming his entire cock inside of her.
Hermione erupted into screams but was sobbing at the same time. She licked up the mixture of tears, blood and cum, and cried even more when she realised how much she loved Harry's cum.
Daphne stood up, and put a foot on Hermione's head. "Tastes good doesn't it," She smiled cruelly down at her. She ground her foot down slightly. "DID WE TELL YOU TO STOP EATING THAT CUM, YOU STUPID LITTLE CUM WHORE? ITS WHAT YOUR BUILT FOR. TO BE HARRY'S SLAVE. And that's exactly what you'll be." Daphne leant down and whispered the last part in her ear.
"You betrayed my trust Hermione. Now, you pay the ultimate price. Your freedom." Harry ground through bared teeth as he mercilessly fucked his new toy. He felt his cum ready and he didn't bother to warn her.
"SEPTIMUS SEXUS SERVUS!" Harry roared as he jizzed inside of her.
"No..." Hermione moaned in a hoarse whisper. She was ovulating. She knew for a fact she would get pregnant. Those were her last thoughts as her eyes rolled upwards into her head.
Harry yanked his cock out of Hermione in what he knew was a painful way. Daphne immediately rushed to him and fell to her knees, her tongue already lapping at his cock, cleaning it.
"Thank you, Daphne." Harry whispered as he started to cry freely.
Somewhere in Wales
Greengrass Manor.
Harry and Daphne faded into existence on the expansive lawns of Greengrass manor. Having left Hermione and her mother with instructions to leave their father and act naturally as if Charlotte and Nathan had been through a dramatic divorce. He gave the pair the same ground rules he had given Tonks, (mostly for Hermione's sake,) and then he obliviated Nathan, giving him the necessary memories to match Charlotte and Hermione's story.
Harry gripped Daphne's hand tighter and she looked at him. She squeezed his hand back and smiled.
"Don't worry, love. It's only my parents." She raised her eyebrows before cheekily adding: "You've known this was coming since fourth year." She giggled
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
Hermione's time has come. With the betrayal of everything he knows, and his subsequent turning to the dark, Harry decides that instead of overcoming his rage that he should embrace it.
Hermione.
She came through loud and clear, lit up his mind like a star in the night sky. He turned, his eyes closed, until the star burned bright enough to follow.
South. Towards Paris. She was out of British borders. Out of the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled.
Good
Hermione stretched and cracked her fingers. She opened her wardrobe and picked out an expensive dark blue silk bikini. She pulled the fabric over her smooth skin of her legs and quickly clipped the top on. It was going to be another good day at the beach. She brushed her long brown curls behind her ear and surveyed all the expensive clothes that Harry had unknowingly bought her. She smirked as she closed the wardrobe, unable to believe how lucky she thought she was.
That was until her door exploded.
Hermione let out a scream of shock as the door splintered inwards, shards of wood embedding themselves deep into the carpet and scratching at her legs. The mangled metal of the door handle flew past her head and shattered through the balcony door.
"So this is what you do with all my money," Harry Potter drawled, as he walked through the ruined doorway. "You buy a nice, expensive villa."
"H-Harry-" Hermione stammered, stumbling backwards as Harry approached her. She stumbled over a pillow and fell backwards onto her arse. Still, she continued to crawl backwards, towards the shattered patio door. She desperately wracked her brain for an excuse, something to escape.
Dumbledore would know! Her brain screamed at her. What would he do?!
"Hermione!" Charlotte Granger screamed as she ran in behind Harry. "Who are you?"
Nathan Granger grabbed the first weapon he could when he heard the explosion rip through the house. The brass based lamp would have to do as he quickly sprinted into the corridor, ready to run up the stairs when something thin was jabbed into his neck.
"Move," Daphne Potter said with a sickly-sweet smile, "And I'll blow your damn head off."
The sound of people talking drifted up from the floorboards, filling the room with the low murmur of half-formed words. Hermione sat on the ground, cuffed to the radiator. So much for her wonderful day.
The worst thing about the shackles wasn't that they bit into her wrists or that they robbed her of her magic. The worst thing about them was that they kept her magic just out of reach, like an itch she couldn't scratch, or a sneeze that wouldn't come. It was so close, so eye-wateringly close, and yet she had no way of getting to it.
A shudder went through her body, and Hermione closed her eyes. She'd never been good with things like this.
She heard footsteps from down the corridor and then a tall, blonde-haired woman stepped inside, holding hear father at wand point.
"How you doing, Hermione?" The woman asked. "Shackled to a radiator, huh?"
"Wh-what?" Why was this woman talking to her so calmly? "Who are you?"
"Oh me?" The woman asked gesturing to herself with her free hand. "I'm Harry's wife, Daphne."
"Harry?" Her father managed to choke out, and was rewarded by a jab to the throat.
"Yes, Harry." Daphne said simply, before turning back to Hermione."I've known him since fourth year, but I'm not surprised we haven't met."
"But Harry was always with Ron and I!" Hermione insisted.
"Can you think of a time when you and Ron weren't with Harry?" Daphne looked mock-thoughtful for a moment. "Neither can I! Let's jog your memory!" Daphne voice dropped from playful to freezing in the space of a second. "Crucio." She incanted coldly
Hermione thrashed on the ground screaming. Unbearable pain rippled through her tendons, burning her muscles and eating away at her insides. She felt her vocal cords tense, but just before they snapped, the pain stopped.
"Now I'm not here for you, bitch." Daphne spat at her "Im just going to play with your Father a little."
With that Daphne turned the torture curse on the eldest Granger in the room.
Charlotte rattled her chain against the radiator to no avail.
"You never answered my question." She said, much to calmly
I'm going into shock. She realised with a jolt.
Harry gave her a kind smile, but behind those entrancing emerald eyes, she could see the evil.
"My name is Harry Potter." Recognition flashed through her brain for a split second. "I bought you this house. And most likely everything you've received from your daughter in the last five and a half years."
"What are you talking about?" Charlotte flinched st the implications of his words. Surely her daughter wouldn't have stolen from this man?
"Your beloved daughter was being paid with my own money," Harry growled "To... Let's say to keep me in check. It's a long story."
"Somehow I feel your going to explain anyway."
"Perception and intelligence are brilliant gifts. It's a shame you had to pass them down to someone as horrible as your daughter." Harry smiled again. "You are correct. It started when Hermione and I were just babies. A prophecy was made."
Charlotte opened her mouth to argue about how prophecies were fake.
"I know what your going to say," Harry held up a hand "'Prohecies aren't real, they're just made by con artists trying to scam money out of gullible people.' Normally, you'd be right. But in the magical world, they are quite real. This prophecy states that I am the only one who can defeat Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort is-"
"I know who Lord Voldemort is." Charlotte interrupted.
Harry smiled once again "Of course you do. This just saves me the effort of having to explain him too you."
"Hermione told us at the end of last year." Charlotte added.
Harry's smile turned cold at the mention of his former friends name. "Well I certainly hope she told you everything. She certainly didn't tell me everything." He said bitterly. "The Headmaster of our school, Albus fucking knows what's best for everyone Dumbledore decided, Oh I'm going to put this super important, super powerful kid in with his abusive relatives who I know hate magic, and put a bunch of magic-suppressors on his magical core. Sure they might kill him but it'll be fine. Let's hope when he comes out in ten years time he'll be the weak malleable weapon I've always wanted. And do you know what?" Harry growled. "I fucking was. I believed every damn word that came out of his mouth, but I was lucky. See, I don't have this sense that authority figures can do no wrong. So yeah, sure, I looked up to Dumbledore, but Hermione had her head so far up his arse his stupid ass beard was turning brown and bushy."
Charlotte smiled at the image, despite what she was learning.
It was at this point when they were interrupted by feminine screaming from the next room, shortly followed by a deeper, more masculine scream that dragged on.
"Oh for gods sake Daphne..." Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Hold on while I sort out my wife." With that, the handsome man stood up and left
"Daphne, what the hell are you doing?" Harry shouted at his wife as she directed her wand at the muggle writhing in pain on the floor.
Immeidiatley, she cut off the spell.
"You said I could play with them!" She said back to him.
"Explain. Not play, Explain!" Harry said exasperated. How insane was his wife?
"Oh," Daphne looked at the heavily breathing Nathan and then back to Harry. "Shit."
"Yeah ,Shit! It's hardly their fault their daughters been bribed. Don't blame them!" Harry then turned to Hermione and delivered a short sharp kick to her kidney's. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, bitch. I'm just telling your mother all about the nice things you did to dear old me at school." He sneered before he spun and strode out the door, his black cloak billowing out in a decidedly Snape-like fashion.
"Well fuck," Daphne cursed, and Hermione smirked, wiping away some blood shed coughed up with the back of her hand. "You're pretty. Don't make me change that." Daphne warned before silencing her.
"Nathan, may I call you Nathan?" Daphne switched on a smile "You see, there's been a terrible misunderstanding..."
"Sorry about that," Harry sighed as he walked back into the adjacent bedroom
"What happened?" Charlotte asked, staring at Harry slightly, only now just seeing how handsome he was.
"Miscommunication." He said abruptly. "Now, imagine your Hermione, you have this deep-seared desire to respect authority figures wishes to the letter. Now imagine you've been told by the biggest authority figure in the world, who self proclaims himself as the most powerful wizard in the world and people believe him, that he's going to pay you 50,000 pounds to spy on a shy rich kid. Essentially be his friend and stop other people from getting to friendly. Betray his trust so much that he would trust you with his life, but all you wanted from him was your 50,000 pounds a year, thank you very much."
Charlotte looked at him in horror.
"Surely, surely I must have raised my daughter better than that. She can't be that greedy!" Charlotte exclaimed
"Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but your daughter is the bitchiest bitch there is." Harry said with a sad smile.
"Is this revenge then?" Charlotte's anger was bubbling at her daughter. "What will you do to her?"
"Turn her into what she hates most." Harry smirked. The evil she had seen previously was back, and meaner than ever. His eyes glinted. "I'm going to enslave her."
"What!?" Charlotte screamed at him. Sure her daughter was criminally greedy and had committed the worst crime in her book, but this was evil.
"You know Charlotte, you are so beautiful." Harry ignored her outburst and his hand stroked her face
The older woman blushed but nevertheless opened her mouth to start shouting at him again, but all that came out was a moan as the mans fingers slid down her neck and started stroking her large, sensitive breasts. She bit back another moan as the second hand joined in, attacking her other breast.
Harry licked his lips as he watched the extremely hot older woman fluster in front of him. She squeezed her legs together, and tried to rub herself with her thighs. Harry captured her pouty lips in a kiss. Unlike his warm passionate kisses that he shared with Daphne, this one was full of a hungry lust, a need. Charlotte gave a predatory grow like as Harry leant back, and using her free hand, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and brought him into another searing kiss.
Harry's hands snuck into her shirt and he tugged, hard. All of the buttons of her pale blue shirt popped off and a similarly coloured bikini top that cupped Charlottes wonderful breasts spilled out. He tugged the bikini top down, revealing her naked tits to the world. Harry broke the kiss and attacked her nipples with his mouth. He gave Charlotte a long lick from the top of her breasts, down to the hem of her shorts. He caught the zipper in between his teeth and pulled his head down, revealing matching bottom swimwear. His hands gripped her arse, and he pulled off her shorts and lower bikini in one violent movement.
Charlotte moaned in pleasure as her bare pussy was exposed.
His talented fingers stroked her wet arousal, and when his finger was dripping he shoved it in her mouth.
As Charlotte sucked his fingers dry, Harry thought he'd remind her of the exact situation. " I'm your daughters best friend, who is about to enslave said daughter, and here you are,lapping up your own pussy juices."
Charlotte moaned once more and her free hand reached outwards for his jeans zipper. She didn't care anymore. She needed pleasure.
Harry slapped her hand away, hard.
"Good things come to those who wait my dear Charlotte." Harry smiled before lowering his head in between her long, luscious legs and starting to eat out his former best friends mother.
Charlotte was on cloud nine as this God, for this could be no mere man, pleasured her to new heights, where she had never, ever been. She came three times in the space of two minutes.
Jesus Christ, does her husband never pleasure her?
Harry raised his head from in between her legs and indulged her in another kiss. As he pulled his head back Charlotte once again grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him back, but instead of giving him another kiss, she liked his face clean of her juices.
This bitch is almost as dirty as Daphne! Harry thought with a smirk. When he was released, he dropped his robe and then made short work of his shirt and jeans.
Charlotte gaped at the sheer size of the cock dangling in front of her. It was cartoonishly big, just under double the size of her husbands. His ballsack hung underneath the rod with the size of a grapefruit, ready to pump her full of cum. Her eyes rolled back as she orgasmed at just the sight of it.
Harry let a laugh that radiated pure evil loose from his throat.
Hermione watched as Daphne shivered her orgasm at Harry's laugh. She couldn't bring herself too look at her father who's eyes were filled with only shame and anger. When Daphne silenced her, she had made the wall invisible only to Hermione, so that she could see her mothers reactions.
Tears had welled up at her fathers shouting, but her mothers disappointment and disbelief was crippling.
I was doing the right thing! She thought with a sob. Why can't they see that? Dumbledore knows what he's doing!
When Harry had started to seduce her mother, her anger mixed with her tears. She couldn't even tell her father what was happening. Traitorously, she felt herself getting wet at Harry's ministrations, and could feel her cum running down her bare legs and onto the carpet. She orgasmed without even touching herself at the sight of her mother licking her own cum off her best friends face.
She was shocked out of her orgasm induced stupor when Harry had dropped his pants. His dick was huge! She cursed herself for not jumping the boy sooner, but then remembered her reasons, and quickly after, her parents shame.
Daphne had given her father a dreamless sleep potion when Harry started the seduction of Hermione's mother and now sat directly behind Hermione, so that Hermione's arse was nestled in between her legs. Daphne's hands dived in between Hermione's legs and grabbed at her bikini panties and viciously tore them off. Without warning, she then plunged her fingers inside of Hermione and started pumping them in and out, stroking her insides and pinching her clit.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Hermione screamed before she shuddered as Daphne's long, slender fingers stroked past her G-spot.
"You hate this." Daphne said harshly. "You hate how aroused you are at what's happening. You hate what my husband is doing to your mother. If you hate it, then I love it, because I want you to be uncomfortable. To feel pain."
As if to punctuate her point, Daphne pinched her clit again, this time sharply and painfully, whilst giving her an enormous wave of pleasure to ride on.
Hermione hated herself. She was crying with self hate because of how much she loved watching her former best friend fuck her mother.
Charlotte reached up to grab his monster like cock, and found the hand cuffs gone. She didn't stop to ask questions however, she simply grabbed his dick with both her hands and started pumping the flesh pole. The angry purple head was inches away from her face. She leant forward and licked from the bottom of the head to the top, her tongue briefly pausing to tongue his piss hole. The God put two hands on the back of her head and thrust inside of her mouth. The buxom brunette willingly let the cock barge past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth, as if she had a choice. Her tongue licked around the outside of his cock, loop the looping around his shaft. The dick gently thrust in and out of her mouth, lovingly fucking her face.
There was a moment of stillness. The calm before the storm you might say.
And that is exactly what Harry Potter was. The oncoming storm.
He started pumping in and out of her mouth again, this time extremely violently. Charlottes face physically hurt with how hard his hips were smashing into it as she was forced to lodge his cock down her throat. Thick choking noises filled the room along with the wet vulgar sounds of sex. Harry grunted and Charlotte did nothing but allow her face to be fucked. Eventually, he cleared her airway and she choked out a long awaited cough. Harry wasn't done however. He placed the head in her mouth and groaned as he came.
His cock twitched inside of Charlottes mouth before torrents of thick warm baby batter splashed into her mouth.
Hermione.
She came through loud and clear, lit up his mind like a star in the night sky. He turned, his eyes closed, until the star burned bright enough to follow.
South. Towards Paris. She was out of British borders. Out of the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled.
Good
Hermione stretched and cracked her fingers. She opened her wardrobe and picked out an expensive dark blue silk bikini. She pulled the fabric over her smooth skin of her legs and quickly clipped the top on. It was going to be another good day at the beach. She brushed her long brown curls behind her ear and surveyed all the expensive clothes that Harry had unknowingly bought her. She smirked as she closed the wardrobe, unable to believe how lucky she thought she was.
That was until her door exploded.
Hermione let out a scream of shock as the door splintered inwards, shards of wood embedding themselves deep into the carpet and scratching at her legs. The mangled metal of the door handle flew past her head and shattered through the balcony door.
"So this is what you do with all my money," Harry Potter drawled, as he walked through the ruined doorway. "You buy a nice, expensive villa."
"H-Harry-" Hermione stammered, stumbling backwards as Harry approached her. She stumbled over a pillow and fell backwards onto her arse. Still, she continued to crawl backwards, towards the shattered patio door. She desperately wracked her brain for an excuse, something to escape.
Dumbledore would know! Her brain screamed at her. What would he do?!
"Hermione!" Charlotte Granger screamed as she ran in behind Harry. "Who are you?"
Nathan Granger grabbed the first weapon he could when he heard the explosion rip through the house. The brass based lamp would have to do as he quickly sprinted into the corridor, ready to run up the stairs when something thin was jabbed into his neck.
"Move," Daphne Potter said with a sickly-sweet smile, "And I'll blow your damn head off."
The sound of people talking drifted up from the floorboards, filling the room with the low murmur of half-formed words. Hermione sat on the ground, cuffed to the radiator. So much for her wonderful day.
The worst thing about the shackles wasn't that they bit into her wrists or that they robbed her of her magic. The worst thing about them was that they kept her magic just out of reach, like an itch she couldn't scratch, or a sneeze that wouldn't come. It was so close, so eye-wateringly close, and yet she had no way of getting to it.
A shudder went through her body, and Hermione closed her eyes. She'd never been good with things like this.
She heard footsteps from down the corridor and then a tall, blonde-haired woman stepped inside, holding hear father at wand point.
"How you doing, Hermione?" The woman asked. "Shackled to a radiator, huh?"
"Wh-what?" Why was this woman talking to her so calmly? "Who are you?"
"Oh me?" The woman asked gesturing to herself with her free hand. "I'm Harry's wife, Daphne."
"Harry?" Her father managed to choke out, and was rewarded by a jab to the throat.
"Yes, Harry." Daphne said simply, before turning back to Hermione."I've known him since fourth year, but I'm not surprised we haven't met."
"But Harry was always with Ron and I!" Hermione insisted.
"Can you think of a time when you and Ron weren't with Harry?" Daphne looked mock-thoughtful for a moment. "Neither can I! Let's jog your memory!" Daphne voice dropped from playful to freezing in the space of a second. "Crucio." She incanted coldly
Hermione thrashed on the ground screaming. Unbearable pain rippled through her tendons, burning her muscles and eating away at her insides. She felt her vocal cords tense, but just before they snapped, the pain stopped.
"Now I'm not here for you, bitch." Daphne spat at her "Im just going to play with your Father a little."
With that Daphne turned the torture curse on the eldest Granger in the room.
Charlotte rattled her chain against the radiator to no avail.
"You never answered my question." She said, much to calmly
I'm going into shock. She realised with a jolt.
Harry gave her a kind smile, but behind those entrancing emerald eyes, she could see the evil.
"My name is Harry Potter." Recognition flashed through her brain for a split second. "I bought you this house. And most likely everything you've received from your daughter in the last five and a half years."
"What are you talking about?" Charlotte flinched st the implications of his words. Surely her daughter wouldn't have stolen from this man?
"Your beloved daughter was being paid with my own money," Harry growled "To... Let's say to keep me in check. It's a long story."
"Somehow I feel your going to explain anyway."
"Perception and intelligence are brilliant gifts. It's a shame you had to pass them down to someone as horrible as your daughter." Harry smiled again. "You are correct. It started when Hermione and I were just babies. A prophecy was made."
Charlotte opened her mouth to argue about how prophecies were fake.
"I know what your going to say," Harry held up a hand "'Prohecies aren't real, they're just made by con artists trying to scam money out of gullible people.' Normally, you'd be right. But in the magical world, they are quite real. This prophecy states that I am the only one who can defeat Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort is-"
"I know who Lord Voldemort is." Charlotte interrupted.
Harry smiled once again "Of course you do. This just saves me the effort of having to explain him too you."
"Hermione told us at the end of last year." Charlotte added.
Harry's smile turned cold at the mention of his former friends name. "Well I certainly hope she told you everything. She certainly didn't tell me everything." He said bitterly. "The Headmaster of our school, Albus fucking knows what's best for everyone Dumbledore decided, Oh I'm going to put this super important, super powerful kid in with his abusive relatives who I know hate magic, and put a bunch of magic-suppressors on his magical core. Sure they might kill him but it'll be fine. Let's hope when he comes out in ten years time he'll be the weak malleable weapon I've always wanted. And do you know what?" Harry growled. "I fucking was. I believed every damn word that came out of his mouth, but I was lucky. See, I don't have this sense that authority figures can do no wrong. So yeah, sure, I looked up to Dumbledore, but Hermione had her head so far up his arse his stupid ass beard was turning brown and bushy."
Charlotte smiled at the image, despite what she was learning.
It was at this point when they were interrupted by feminine screaming from the next room, shortly followed by a deeper, more masculine scream that dragged on.
"Oh for gods sake Daphne..." Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Hold on while I sort out my wife." With that, the handsome man stood up and left
"Daphne, what the hell are you doing?" Harry shouted at his wife as she directed her wand at the muggle writhing in pain on the floor.
Immeidiatley, she cut off the spell.
"You said I could play with them!" She said back to him.
"Explain. Not play, Explain!" Harry said exasperated. How insane was his wife?
"Oh," Daphne looked at the heavily breathing Nathan and then back to Harry. "Shit."
"Yeah ,Shit! It's hardly their fault their daughters been bribed. Don't blame them!" Harry then turned to Hermione and delivered a short sharp kick to her kidney's. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, bitch. I'm just telling your mother all about the nice things you did to dear old me at school." He sneered before he spun and strode out the door, his black cloak billowing out in a decidedly Snape-like fashion.
"Well fuck," Daphne cursed, and Hermione smirked, wiping away some blood shed coughed up with the back of her hand. "You're pretty. Don't make me change that." Daphne warned before silencing her.
"Nathan, may I call you Nathan?" Daphne switched on a smile "You see, there's been a terrible misunderstanding..."
"Sorry about that," Harry sighed as he walked back into the adjacent bedroom
"What happened?" Charlotte asked, staring at Harry slightly, only now just seeing how handsome he was.
"Miscommunication." He said abruptly. "Now, imagine your Hermione, you have this deep-seared desire to respect authority figures wishes to the letter. Now imagine you've been told by the biggest authority figure in the world, who self proclaims himself as the most powerful wizard in the world and people believe him, that he's going to pay you 50,000 pounds to spy on a shy rich kid. Essentially be his friend and stop other people from getting to friendly. Betray his trust so much that he would trust you with his life, but all you wanted from him was your 50,000 pounds a year, thank you very much."
Charlotte looked at him in horror.
"Surely, surely I must have raised my daughter better than that. She can't be that greedy!" Charlotte exclaimed
"Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but your daughter is the bitchiest bitch there is." Harry said with a sad smile.
"Is this revenge then?" Charlotte's anger was bubbling at her daughter. "What will you do to her?"
"Turn her into what she hates most." Harry smirked. The evil she had seen previously was back, and meaner than ever. His eyes glinted. "I'm going to enslave her."
"What!?" Charlotte screamed at him. Sure her daughter was criminally greedy and had committed the worst crime in her book, but this was evil.
"You know Charlotte, you are so beautiful." Harry ignored her outburst and his hand stroked her face
The older woman blushed but nevertheless opened her mouth to start shouting at him again, but all that came out was a moan as the mans fingers slid down her neck and started stroking her large, sensitive breasts. She bit back another moan as the second hand joined in, attacking her other breast.
Harry licked his lips as he watched the extremely hot older woman fluster in front of him. She squeezed her legs together, and tried to rub herself with her thighs. Harry captured her pouty lips in a kiss. Unlike his warm passionate kisses that he shared with Daphne, this one was full of a hungry lust, a need. Charlotte gave a predatory grow like as Harry leant back, and using her free hand, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and brought him into another searing kiss.
Harry's hands snuck into her shirt and he tugged, hard. All of the buttons of her pale blue shirt popped off and a similarly coloured bikini top that cupped Charlottes wonderful breasts spilled out. He tugged the bikini top down, revealing her naked tits to the world. Harry broke the kiss and attacked her nipples with his mouth. He gave Charlotte a long lick from the top of her breasts, down to the hem of her shorts. He caught the zipper in between his teeth and pulled his head down, revealing matching bottom swimwear. His hands gripped her arse, and he pulled off her shorts and lower bikini in one violent movement.
Charlotte moaned in pleasure as her bare pussy was exposed.
His talented fingers stroked her wet arousal, and when his finger was dripping he shoved it in her mouth.
As Charlotte sucked his fingers dry, Harry thought he'd remind her of the exact situation. " I'm your daughters best friend, who is about to enslave said daughter, and here you are,lapping up your own pussy juices."
Charlotte moaned once more and her free hand reached outwards for his jeans zipper. She didn't care anymore. She needed pleasure.
Harry slapped her hand away, hard.
"Good things come to those who wait my dear Charlotte." Harry smiled before lowering his head in between her long, luscious legs and starting to eat out his former best friends mother.
Charlotte was on cloud nine as this God, for this could be no mere man, pleasured her to new heights, where she had never, ever been. She came three times in the space of two minutes.
Jesus Christ, does her husband never pleasure her?
Harry raised his head from in between her legs and indulged her in another kiss. As he pulled his head back Charlotte once again grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him back, but instead of giving him another kiss, she liked his face clean of her juices.
This bitch is almost as dirty as Daphne! Harry thought with a smirk. When he was released, he dropped his robe and then made short work of his shirt and jeans.
Charlotte gaped at the sheer size of the cock dangling in front of her. It was cartoonishly big, just under double the size of her husbands. His ballsack hung underneath the rod with the size of a grapefruit, ready to pump her full of cum. Her eyes rolled back as she orgasmed at just the sight of it.
Harry let a laugh that radiated pure evil loose from his throat.
Hermione watched as Daphne shivered her orgasm at Harry's laugh. She couldn't bring herself too look at her father who's eyes were filled with only shame and anger. When Daphne silenced her, she had made the wall invisible only to Hermione, so that she could see her mothers reactions.
Tears had welled up at her fathers shouting, but her mothers disappointment and disbelief was crippling.
I was doing the right thing! She thought with a sob. Why can't they see that? Dumbledore knows what he's doing!
When Harry had started to seduce her mother, her anger mixed with her tears. She couldn't even tell her father what was happening. Traitorously, she felt herself getting wet at Harry's ministrations, and could feel her cum running down her bare legs and onto the carpet. She orgasmed without even touching herself at the sight of her mother licking her own cum off her best friends face.
She was shocked out of her orgasm induced stupor when Harry had dropped his pants. His dick was huge! She cursed herself for not jumping the boy sooner, but then remembered her reasons, and quickly after, her parents shame.
Daphne had given her father a dreamless sleep potion when Harry started the seduction of Hermione's mother and now sat directly behind Hermione, so that Hermione's arse was nestled in between her legs. Daphne's hands dived in between Hermione's legs and grabbed at her bikini panties and viciously tore them off. Without warning, she then plunged her fingers inside of Hermione and started pumping them in and out, stroking her insides and pinching her clit.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Hermione screamed before she shuddered as Daphne's long, slender fingers stroked past her G-spot.
"You hate this." Daphne said harshly. "You hate how aroused you are at what's happening. You hate what my husband is doing to your mother. If you hate it, then I love it, because I want you to be uncomfortable. To feel pain."
As if to punctuate her point, Daphne pinched her clit again, this time sharply and painfully, whilst giving her an enormous wave of pleasure to ride on.
Hermione hated herself. She was crying with self hate because of how much she loved watching her former best friend fuck her mother.
Charlotte reached up to grab his monster like cock, and found the hand cuffs gone. She didn't stop to ask questions however, she simply grabbed his dick with both her hands and started pumping the flesh pole. The angry purple head was inches away from her face. She leant forward and licked from the bottom of the head to the top, her tongue briefly pausing to tongue his piss hole. The God put two hands on the back of her head and thrust inside of her mouth. The buxom brunette willingly let the cock barge past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth, as if she had a choice. Her tongue licked around the outside of his cock, loop the looping around his shaft. The dick gently thrust in and out of her mouth, lovingly fucking her face.
There was a moment of stillness. The calm before the storm you might say.
And that is exactly what Harry Potter was. The oncoming storm.
He started pumping in and out of her mouth again, this time extremely violently. Charlottes face physically hurt with how hard his hips were smashing into it as she was forced to lodge his cock down her throat. Thick choking noises filled the room along with the wet vulgar sounds of sex. Harry grunted and Charlotte did nothing but allow her face to be fucked. Eventually, he cleared her airway and she choked out a long awaited cough. Harry wasn't done however. He placed the head in her mouth and groaned as he came.
His cock twitched inside of Charlottes mouth before torrents of thick warm baby batter splashed into her mouth.
It was the most delicious substance that she knew.
She was addicted. She didn't just swallow it because she loved it, she swallowed because she needed it. Harry yanked his still solid dick out of her mouth, and the Granger moaned at the loss of her new favourite food source, but her moans quickly turned into those of pleasure as the bulging head of his rod throbbed at her sopping wet cunt. She screamed in pain and pleasure as his enormous cock invaded her tight hole.
Holy fuck she's tight! Harry thought
Harry edged his dick further into her, painfully slowly, but could see the MILF physically writhing on the ground in pleasure. He frowned as he felt a barrier. She couldn't be a virgin so what was it? He grunted, and thrust through it in a single swift motion.
Charlottes eyes snapped open and she screamed her head off as unbelievable pain shot through her.
Oh shit it's her fucking cervix! Harry realised and pulled out of it, but the damage was done. She was screaming, begging him to keep fucking her despite the pain. Harry grabbed both of her legs and positioned them over his shoulders before obliging the screaming woman. He pumped in and out of her at phenomenal speed, eliciting screams of both pain and pleasure. His ballsack smashed against her anus with every thrust.
"OH MY FUCK THIS IS AMAZING!" Charlotte screamed
"YEAH?" Harry roared "THIS IS WHAT YOUR DAUGHTERS GONNA GET WHEN I ENSLAVE HER!"
How in fuck is this a punishment? Charlotte thought, suddenly jealous of her daughter being able to get this whenever the god on top of her so desired.
"PLEASE ENSLAVE ME!" She yelled at him
"What?!" Harry yelled back at her incredulously. He had being planning to, but her asking for it was completely different.
"IF YOUR SLAVES GET THIS THAN I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE!" She cried out her words slurred as she was hammered relentlessly by his cock.
Harry pumped in and out of her rhythmically, constantly sawing to and fro he became mesmerised by her long brown curls bouncing. He felt his cum boiling away in his balls ready to be injected, shot forward into the waiting woman beneath him.
Harry grabbed Charlotte by the neck with both hands and used her neck as grip to drive himself as deep as he could go.
"SEPTIMUS SEXUS SERVUS!" Harry let out a primal roar, pouring his magic into Charlotte before he came inside of her. The ocean that was his warm hot cum flowed through her pussy, drowning her insides.
Charlotte's eyes rolled into the back of her head as the sheer pleasure of her enslavment and the warm feeling of being filled shot through her.
Harry panted for a minute before he stood up. After using her hair as a towel to wipe his dick semi-clean of their mixed juices, and her blood from her ruined cervix, he slipped his clothes on and walked into the next room.
Daphne instantly made the wall visible again and put some silencing charms around the room Harry was in as soon as Charlotte started shouting. She didn't want her shouts to wake up her husband or inform Hermione of her rapidly approaching fate.
Harry appeared in the wrecked doorway once more. Taking a note of the sleeping Nathan, he fired a quick, silent Stupefy at him before approaching Daphne.
"Tonks has got a new friend." Harry smirked at Hermione's confusion.
Daphne was shocked for a moment, but quickly let out a cold, beautiful laugh. "I take it the spell worked then? I didn't realise you were going to use it on her."
"She fell unconscious like you said so I assume so," Harry shrugged "But we have more important matters to get to." With that, he vanished Hermione's handcuffs and quickly grabbed her by the throat. He lifted her up with ease, showing superhuman strength, before throwing her into the opposite wall.
"So hey Hermione," Harry said in a mock kind voice. "How's your summer been?" With that he punched her in the face.
She garbled and spat blood, tears streaming down her face. He straddled her chest and delivered another blow to her face.
"I WAS THERE FOR YOU" Harry shouted, punching her in her face once more. "YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND! I LOVED YOU! AND IT WAS ALL A FUCKING LIE!" He rained blows down on her arms that she raised to protect her face. These arms were quickly beaten down. Harry's own tears streamed as he relived her betrayal.
Breathing heavily, Harry got off her and stood up. She lay there broken and battered whilst Harry stripped.
Daphne felt a twinge of sympathy for the brutally abused woman in front of her, but quickly quashed it. This woman had hurt her Harry so deeply, she wouldn't have been surprised if he was scarred for life. She knew, however, that Harry was in a dangerous mood, and whatever he orders she should obey without question. She quickly stripped alongside Harry.
Hermione rose up onto her knees. Big mistake.
Harry grabbed her by the hair and shoved his still semi-dirty cock into her mouth. "Taste that, you fucking bitch? That's your mothers blood and cum, smeared on the dick that FUCKING OWNS YOU!" Harry roared, bucking in and out of her face, with no qualms about what happened to her. He erupted in her mouth, still bucking. His seed fired into her mouth and as he pulled out all one her face. She coughed and sputtered and spat out his cum, mixed with her own blood.
Harry whirled to Daphne. "Kneel next to her." He said calmly "I SAID FUCKING KNEEL!" Harry roared.
Daphne quickly obliged her knees touching in the pool of mixed cum and blood. She felt oddly delighted about being in a puddle of her husbands cum, but disgusted at the red mixing in with the pure whiteness of her love's seed.
Hermione had fallen down and was still choking from the hard face fucking she'd just recieved. Her jaw ached and her entire body shook. Harry grabbed her by the hair with one hand, and her chin with the other, and pointed her face so she was looking directly at Daphne.
"You're fucking hot, Hermione, that I won't deny. But you see that?" Harry lifted his hand from her hair and pointed at Daphne "That is beauty." Hermione looked down as soon as Harry let go of her chin.
"You are nothing." Harry spat. "Nothing,compared to the royalty that is my wife." Harry knelt behind Hermione and lined up with her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head into the floor.
"Lick that fucking mess up, slut." Harry said looking at her with disgust before slamming his entire cock inside of her.
Hermione erupted into screams but was sobbing at the same time. She licked up the mixture of tears, blood and cum, and cried even more when she realised how much she loved Harry's cum.
Daphne stood up, and put a foot on Hermione's head. "Tastes good doesn't it," She smiled cruelly down at her. She ground her foot down slightly. "DID WE TELL YOU TO STOP EATING THAT CUM, YOU STUPID LITTLE CUM WHORE? ITS WHAT YOUR BUILT FOR. TO BE HARRY'S SLAVE. And that's exactly what you'll be." Daphne leant down and whispered the last part in her ear.
"You betrayed my trust Hermione. Now, you pay the ultimate price. Your freedom." Harry ground through bared teeth as he mercilessly fucked his new toy. He felt his cum ready and he didn't bother to warn her.
"SEPTIMUS SEXUS SERVUS!" Harry roared as he jizzed inside of her.
"No..." Hermione moaned in a hoarse whisper. She was ovulating. She knew for a fact she would get pregnant. Those were her last thoughts as her eyes rolled upwards into her head.
Harry yanked his cock out of Hermione in what he knew was a painful way. Daphne immediately rushed to him and fell to her knees, her tongue already lapping at his cock, cleaning it.
"Thank you, Daphne." Harry whispered as he started to cry freely.
Somewhere in Wales
Greengrass Manor.
Harry and Daphne faded into existence on the expansive lawns of Greengrass manor. Having left Hermione and her mother with instructions to leave their father and act naturally as if Charlotte and Nathan had been through a dramatic divorce. He gave the pair the same ground rules he had given Tonks, (mostly for Hermione's sake,) and then he obliviated Nathan, giving him the necessary memories to match Charlotte and Hermione's story.
Harry gripped Daphne's hand tighter and she looked at him. She squeezed his hand back and smiled.
"Don't worry, love. It's only my parents." She raised her eyebrows before cheekily adding: "You've known this was coming since fourth year." She giggled
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