Categories > Books > Harry Potter > The Ritual of Control
Chapter 6
Voldemort manages to enslave Harry Potter to three Slytherin girls. Some Gryffindors fight it and join the Slytherins. By saving him from enslavement, they all need to 'rape' Harry.
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Ritual of Control - Chapter 6
A/N: Beta readers are Kaze and Eiri
A/N: This chapter: Shocking events at Grimmauld Place
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A/N: Last scene from the previous chapter:
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"You Potter, you get everything you want," he hissed. "You cross-eyed bastard ..."
"Mr. Weasley!" the voice of Professor McGonagall echoed through the Great Hall. "Watch your manners, young man," she hissed softly, whilst looking fiercely at Ron.
Ron swallowed, looked at his professor, then briefly to Harry, preparing himself for a new turn at his best friend. The headmaster harrumphed. Ron looked briefly to Professor McGonagall, nodded shortly, turned and walked briskly back to his place, followed by Dean.
The headmaster approached the table with Harry and the girls. She smiled and addressed the group.
"Come in twenty minutes to my office, from there you'll all floo to Grimmauld Place."
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In 1995, the Order of Phoenix had claimed Number 12 Grimmauld Place as the headquarters for the organization. After the Order moved in, the house was put under the Fidelius Charm. As Albus Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper, he had to notify any visitors of the House's location. Once this notification took place, the house would appear bit-by-bit in front of the seeker, first a worn door and then some filthy walls and windows, all of which appeared to shove the two neighboring houses aside.
Stone steps led to a shabby black door decorated with only a knocker, which was shaped like a twisted snake. Once inside, the long entrance hall smelling strongly of decay shifts, to show the gas lamps. A chandelier and tabletop pricket, both serpent-shaped, are never used. The wallpaper is peeling, the filthy portraits are twisted on their perches, the carpet is worn, and cobwebs are spread over everything. The hallway also contains a curtained portrait of Sirius Black's dead mother. When she wakes up because of the noise, the curtains around her portrait fly open and she begins screaming.
The dining room is on the ground floor with huge spiders. At the end of the entrance hall, a staircase leads down to a great stone kitchen. The kitchen is mainly lit by an open cooking fire at one end of the room, and iron pots and pans hang from the arched ceiling. In the opposite kitchen corner, a door leads to the boiler room.
The wall along the staircase boasts mounted house-elf heads. There are several floors in the house. On the first floor, there are five bedrooms and the drawing room. The drawing room has a high ceiling, dark green walls, and curtains. The second floor has eight bedrooms with two twin beds. All those rooms have wardrobes, bathroom, and windows, facing the entire city around the house. The third floor has four bedrooms and has the access to the attic.
A month ago, Albus Dumbledore decided to move the headquarters for the Order of Phoenix to Hogwarts, leaving Grimmauld Place empty. He thought that might have to use the house for something unforeseen and was right. Now he had a problem of six girls and Harry Potter and those young people needed a place to stay until the situation could be resolved in a way.
Grimmauld Place was a perfect place to house the group. In the meantime, he could work out a solution. It was very important that Voldemort would never find out what happened and more importantly, where they were staying.
The use of the Enslavement potion by Hermione Granger several days ago shocked him tremendously. He would never expect that such a fine young girl would fall so low as to use a potion like that, on Harry Potter. Ginny Weasley was also a fine young woman, but he would expect something like that from her ... or a love potion. He suspected that Lavender Brown joined the group because of greed, and that was more understandable than Hermione Granger.
When he found out what had happened, he realized how close the light side was of losing Harry Potter. That would be the end of everything the light side had. If they were to lose Harry Potter, they also would lose the last chance they had to defeat Voldemort.
Albus Dumbledore thought back about the scenes he had seen in the Great Hall. It seemed that Harry had found a way to reign control over the small group. The girls seemed to be under his command. He was happy that Harry could use the chance he gave him with the extra charm he put on the group.
Now he was waiting for the group of young people to be locked up at Grimmauld Place. When they would arrive in his office, he would floo them immediately. The door opened, and Harry and the six girls entered his office with their trunks, bags, and owls. When the door closed after the last girl, he nodded, walked to the fireplace, gestured the young people to come and lit the fire in the fireplace.
"Throw floo powder in the fire, step in, and say loudly 'Grimmauld Place'. Harry you're first," he said. When Harry and the girls were gone from his office, he went back to his chair and sighed. "I hope this will work out well."
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Harry and the girls were standing in the drawing room in front of the fireplace. It was dark and dreary as usual, and Harry was not in a very good mood ... but on the other hand, he was not with the Dursleys anymore. Thinking about the Dursleys had made him feel almost sick. He looked around him ... high ceiling, dark green walls, and green curtains.
Harry turned around and faced the girls.
"First thing what needs to be done is to get everyone a bedroom. You can choose whichever bedroom you want. Then all of you come to the kitchen and we'll see what we can eat.
"The second part of your punishment is to clean everything in the house, starting immediately after we have all eaten. Oh ... by the way, you can use magic here, because this house is unplottable and cannot be traced and detected by the Ministry, anyone, or anything else.
"Do you understand me?"
All the girls nodded, and waited for him to say more. Harry shook his head sadly, left the drawing room, and went to the kitchen to inspect the closets.
After the girls had eaten, they left the kitchen. Harry assumed that they were cleaning the house. He was thinking about the next phase of his punishment. He would love to have some fun tonight with one or more girls in his bed. He knew that it was wrong thinking about women like that, but he could not help it. In a way it also felt right, because they violated him in a terrible way.
He assumed that when a girl was forcing herself on a man that it would not be so bad as it would be opposite. He was wrong. It was already bad enough that they forced themselves on him, but he felt powerless because he was bound on the bed that time. The girls put his member in their vagina, and that was it. When they were ready, they went away and the next came. There was no tenderness, no love, no care, only the clinical use of a fuck. He was planning to do the same to the girls, starting from tonight.
It was six minutes past six in the evening now. Harry finished the preparations for the dinner. The closets were full with fresh vegetables, potatoes, rice, noodles, and much more. In the wizard's cool box, he found pumpkin juice, orange, and apple juice, even ice cream. He also found enough tea and coffee, and many cookies.
The girls came into the kitchen looking exhausted. They all grabbed a chair and sat on the table, looking suspiciously at the gas stove.
"Salads, rinsed meat, potatoes, and meatloaf tonight. Does anyone have problems with that?" Harry asked the girls, eyebrows raised.
All the girls looked surprised and shook their heads.
Harry waved his hand towards the gas stove, and immediately dishes were filled with meat and bowls with salads started to float towards the table. The girls looked astonished to see the floating dishware. Harry himself was looking also astonished, but he kept his concentration. All the dishware settled on the table and everyone started to eat.
He did that without his wand! The only thing it took was intent! Harry remembered that he did several times unintentional with wild magic, but never like this. He looked to the eating girls ... nobody spoke. He saw Hermione looking sideways at him, and he could feel that the rest of the girls were watching him from the corner of their eyes. There was a certain tension in the air. Pansy did not eat ... she was playing with her food, and did not pay attention to anything ... no ... that was not true ... he saw her eyes flashing towards him. Harry was also not hungry. He stood up from the table and all the girls stopped eating immediately as well ... looking at him.
"Continue to eat," Harry said.
He watched Pansy, who was busy with playing with her food again.
"Pansy, come with me," Harry ordered.
The girl stood up and followed him towards the nearest bedroom. Harry closed the door behind her and sat on the chair.
"Sit," while he was pointing to the bed.
Pansy sat on the bed, looking to the floor and placed her hands delicately between her legs.
"What is wrong?" Harry asked softly.
Pansy shook her head, but said nothing.
"Tell me what is wrong," Harry ordered.
"I am not pretty enough," Pansy cried.
"Now you are going to tell me what is going on, and I want to hear everything that you have on your mind," Harry said in a gentle voice.
She looked hesitantly at Harry with big red eyes ... tears were already falling.
"I'm ugly compared with the other girls. I have always treated you like dirt and acted as if I hated you.
"I had my future already defined, thanks to my parents. They promised me to Draco Malfoy ... I would be his wife after we graduated from Hogwarts. I had all the riches I could dream. The only thing I needed to do was give Draco a son, and I would be free for the rest of my life to spend money, to live in luxury, to get anything I wanted. Everything was suddenly destroyed, because of Snape. He forced me to partake in that scheme of his for that Dark Lord of him.
"Everything went wrong, you know. What do I have left? I have nothing left, no Draco, no riches, no power, no luxuries, nothing left, not even my life. When you kick me out of this house back to my parents, they will find out immediately, they will disown me; probably they will kick me out of the house, or give me to the Death Eaters as a play toy."
"But why should I kick you out of the house?" Harry asked mystified.
"I am ugly, I am your property, you have so many other wives, I don't stand a chance. Living here in this dreadful house is hell! At home, with my parents I had a bedroom, large and wide with all kinds of pastel colors. I love to play the piano, and to have lessons. My parents were cold to me, they always were. I do not think they care about me, but they gave me pleasure, safety, luxury. That is all over now."
"I won't kick you out, and this house is only temporary, and I am richer then Malfoy and your parents put together. About your ugliness, we will see about that! I will make sure that you have the most luxurious life. Music ... I love music too and I would love that you play, I'll hire any teacher you want, and I would come especially for you to listen to your playing. I love Beethoven, Chopin, and many others."
Pansy looked up as if she did not believe her ears. "You are playing with me, aren't you?"
"No, I am not. I mean what I say, and I will implement what I promise. I asked Gringotts to send me a Goblin to arrange my financial business, and you will hear what the Goblin has to tell us.
"You girls gang raped me, and I want to have my revenge on all of you. But that does not mean that I forget that you all are my wives."
Pansy stood hesitating up from the bed and walked towards Harry. "If you do what you are saying, I am your slave," she said. She touched his cheek, and walked to the door. "Are you coming?" she asked, looking better.
He nodded his head, and stood up as well. The two of them walked into the kitchen and joined the rest of the company.
When Harry was eating, he could hear Hermione shifting loudly in her chair.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"We did not finish the cleaning of the house. We did not finish the third floor."
"You continue to clean the third floor tomorrow.
"Tonight, I want to have Daphne and Lavender in my bed. The rest of you sleep in your own beds."
All noise died down, and it was very quiet around the table. Harry was continuing to eat ... and looked up.
"What?"
Nobody said anything. Hermione and Ginny were looking uncomfortable.
"You really think that your punishment is finished?" Harry asked, looking at the two girls.
They shook their heads and stared into their plates.
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A/N: Beta readers are Kaze and Eiri
A/N: Next chapter: Gringotts, peace offerings in various forms
Ritual of Control - Chapter 6
A/N: Beta readers are Kaze and Eiri
A/N: This chapter: Shocking events at Grimmauld Place
-----
A/N: Last scene from the previous chapter:
.....
"You Potter, you get everything you want," he hissed. "You cross-eyed bastard ..."
"Mr. Weasley!" the voice of Professor McGonagall echoed through the Great Hall. "Watch your manners, young man," she hissed softly, whilst looking fiercely at Ron.
Ron swallowed, looked at his professor, then briefly to Harry, preparing himself for a new turn at his best friend. The headmaster harrumphed. Ron looked briefly to Professor McGonagall, nodded shortly, turned and walked briskly back to his place, followed by Dean.
The headmaster approached the table with Harry and the girls. She smiled and addressed the group.
"Come in twenty minutes to my office, from there you'll all floo to Grimmauld Place."
-----
In 1995, the Order of Phoenix had claimed Number 12 Grimmauld Place as the headquarters for the organization. After the Order moved in, the house was put under the Fidelius Charm. As Albus Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper, he had to notify any visitors of the House's location. Once this notification took place, the house would appear bit-by-bit in front of the seeker, first a worn door and then some filthy walls and windows, all of which appeared to shove the two neighboring houses aside.
Stone steps led to a shabby black door decorated with only a knocker, which was shaped like a twisted snake. Once inside, the long entrance hall smelling strongly of decay shifts, to show the gas lamps. A chandelier and tabletop pricket, both serpent-shaped, are never used. The wallpaper is peeling, the filthy portraits are twisted on their perches, the carpet is worn, and cobwebs are spread over everything. The hallway also contains a curtained portrait of Sirius Black's dead mother. When she wakes up because of the noise, the curtains around her portrait fly open and she begins screaming.
The dining room is on the ground floor with huge spiders. At the end of the entrance hall, a staircase leads down to a great stone kitchen. The kitchen is mainly lit by an open cooking fire at one end of the room, and iron pots and pans hang from the arched ceiling. In the opposite kitchen corner, a door leads to the boiler room.
The wall along the staircase boasts mounted house-elf heads. There are several floors in the house. On the first floor, there are five bedrooms and the drawing room. The drawing room has a high ceiling, dark green walls, and curtains. The second floor has eight bedrooms with two twin beds. All those rooms have wardrobes, bathroom, and windows, facing the entire city around the house. The third floor has four bedrooms and has the access to the attic.
A month ago, Albus Dumbledore decided to move the headquarters for the Order of Phoenix to Hogwarts, leaving Grimmauld Place empty. He thought that might have to use the house for something unforeseen and was right. Now he had a problem of six girls and Harry Potter and those young people needed a place to stay until the situation could be resolved in a way.
Grimmauld Place was a perfect place to house the group. In the meantime, he could work out a solution. It was very important that Voldemort would never find out what happened and more importantly, where they were staying.
The use of the Enslavement potion by Hermione Granger several days ago shocked him tremendously. He would never expect that such a fine young girl would fall so low as to use a potion like that, on Harry Potter. Ginny Weasley was also a fine young woman, but he would expect something like that from her ... or a love potion. He suspected that Lavender Brown joined the group because of greed, and that was more understandable than Hermione Granger.
When he found out what had happened, he realized how close the light side was of losing Harry Potter. That would be the end of everything the light side had. If they were to lose Harry Potter, they also would lose the last chance they had to defeat Voldemort.
Albus Dumbledore thought back about the scenes he had seen in the Great Hall. It seemed that Harry had found a way to reign control over the small group. The girls seemed to be under his command. He was happy that Harry could use the chance he gave him with the extra charm he put on the group.
Now he was waiting for the group of young people to be locked up at Grimmauld Place. When they would arrive in his office, he would floo them immediately. The door opened, and Harry and the six girls entered his office with their trunks, bags, and owls. When the door closed after the last girl, he nodded, walked to the fireplace, gestured the young people to come and lit the fire in the fireplace.
"Throw floo powder in the fire, step in, and say loudly 'Grimmauld Place'. Harry you're first," he said. When Harry and the girls were gone from his office, he went back to his chair and sighed. "I hope this will work out well."
-----
Harry and the girls were standing in the drawing room in front of the fireplace. It was dark and dreary as usual, and Harry was not in a very good mood ... but on the other hand, he was not with the Dursleys anymore. Thinking about the Dursleys had made him feel almost sick. He looked around him ... high ceiling, dark green walls, and green curtains.
Harry turned around and faced the girls.
"First thing what needs to be done is to get everyone a bedroom. You can choose whichever bedroom you want. Then all of you come to the kitchen and we'll see what we can eat.
"The second part of your punishment is to clean everything in the house, starting immediately after we have all eaten. Oh ... by the way, you can use magic here, because this house is unplottable and cannot be traced and detected by the Ministry, anyone, or anything else.
"Do you understand me?"
All the girls nodded, and waited for him to say more. Harry shook his head sadly, left the drawing room, and went to the kitchen to inspect the closets.
After the girls had eaten, they left the kitchen. Harry assumed that they were cleaning the house. He was thinking about the next phase of his punishment. He would love to have some fun tonight with one or more girls in his bed. He knew that it was wrong thinking about women like that, but he could not help it. In a way it also felt right, because they violated him in a terrible way.
He assumed that when a girl was forcing herself on a man that it would not be so bad as it would be opposite. He was wrong. It was already bad enough that they forced themselves on him, but he felt powerless because he was bound on the bed that time. The girls put his member in their vagina, and that was it. When they were ready, they went away and the next came. There was no tenderness, no love, no care, only the clinical use of a fuck. He was planning to do the same to the girls, starting from tonight.
It was six minutes past six in the evening now. Harry finished the preparations for the dinner. The closets were full with fresh vegetables, potatoes, rice, noodles, and much more. In the wizard's cool box, he found pumpkin juice, orange, and apple juice, even ice cream. He also found enough tea and coffee, and many cookies.
The girls came into the kitchen looking exhausted. They all grabbed a chair and sat on the table, looking suspiciously at the gas stove.
"Salads, rinsed meat, potatoes, and meatloaf tonight. Does anyone have problems with that?" Harry asked the girls, eyebrows raised.
All the girls looked surprised and shook their heads.
Harry waved his hand towards the gas stove, and immediately dishes were filled with meat and bowls with salads started to float towards the table. The girls looked astonished to see the floating dishware. Harry himself was looking also astonished, but he kept his concentration. All the dishware settled on the table and everyone started to eat.
He did that without his wand! The only thing it took was intent! Harry remembered that he did several times unintentional with wild magic, but never like this. He looked to the eating girls ... nobody spoke. He saw Hermione looking sideways at him, and he could feel that the rest of the girls were watching him from the corner of their eyes. There was a certain tension in the air. Pansy did not eat ... she was playing with her food, and did not pay attention to anything ... no ... that was not true ... he saw her eyes flashing towards him. Harry was also not hungry. He stood up from the table and all the girls stopped eating immediately as well ... looking at him.
"Continue to eat," Harry said.
He watched Pansy, who was busy with playing with her food again.
"Pansy, come with me," Harry ordered.
The girl stood up and followed him towards the nearest bedroom. Harry closed the door behind her and sat on the chair.
"Sit," while he was pointing to the bed.
Pansy sat on the bed, looking to the floor and placed her hands delicately between her legs.
"What is wrong?" Harry asked softly.
Pansy shook her head, but said nothing.
"Tell me what is wrong," Harry ordered.
"I am not pretty enough," Pansy cried.
"Now you are going to tell me what is going on, and I want to hear everything that you have on your mind," Harry said in a gentle voice.
She looked hesitantly at Harry with big red eyes ... tears were already falling.
"I'm ugly compared with the other girls. I have always treated you like dirt and acted as if I hated you.
"I had my future already defined, thanks to my parents. They promised me to Draco Malfoy ... I would be his wife after we graduated from Hogwarts. I had all the riches I could dream. The only thing I needed to do was give Draco a son, and I would be free for the rest of my life to spend money, to live in luxury, to get anything I wanted. Everything was suddenly destroyed, because of Snape. He forced me to partake in that scheme of his for that Dark Lord of him.
"Everything went wrong, you know. What do I have left? I have nothing left, no Draco, no riches, no power, no luxuries, nothing left, not even my life. When you kick me out of this house back to my parents, they will find out immediately, they will disown me; probably they will kick me out of the house, or give me to the Death Eaters as a play toy."
"But why should I kick you out of the house?" Harry asked mystified.
"I am ugly, I am your property, you have so many other wives, I don't stand a chance. Living here in this dreadful house is hell! At home, with my parents I had a bedroom, large and wide with all kinds of pastel colors. I love to play the piano, and to have lessons. My parents were cold to me, they always were. I do not think they care about me, but they gave me pleasure, safety, luxury. That is all over now."
"I won't kick you out, and this house is only temporary, and I am richer then Malfoy and your parents put together. About your ugliness, we will see about that! I will make sure that you have the most luxurious life. Music ... I love music too and I would love that you play, I'll hire any teacher you want, and I would come especially for you to listen to your playing. I love Beethoven, Chopin, and many others."
Pansy looked up as if she did not believe her ears. "You are playing with me, aren't you?"
"No, I am not. I mean what I say, and I will implement what I promise. I asked Gringotts to send me a Goblin to arrange my financial business, and you will hear what the Goblin has to tell us.
"You girls gang raped me, and I want to have my revenge on all of you. But that does not mean that I forget that you all are my wives."
Pansy stood hesitating up from the bed and walked towards Harry. "If you do what you are saying, I am your slave," she said. She touched his cheek, and walked to the door. "Are you coming?" she asked, looking better.
He nodded his head, and stood up as well. The two of them walked into the kitchen and joined the rest of the company.
When Harry was eating, he could hear Hermione shifting loudly in her chair.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"We did not finish the cleaning of the house. We did not finish the third floor."
"You continue to clean the third floor tomorrow.
"Tonight, I want to have Daphne and Lavender in my bed. The rest of you sleep in your own beds."
All noise died down, and it was very quiet around the table. Harry was continuing to eat ... and looked up.
"What?"
Nobody said anything. Hermione and Ginny were looking uncomfortable.
"You really think that your punishment is finished?" Harry asked, looking at the two girls.
They shook their heads and stared into their plates.
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A/N: Beta readers are Kaze and Eiri
A/N: Next chapter: Gringotts, peace offerings in various forms
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