Harry Potter: the fall

18 June, 1996

It is said that, for every outcome, every possibility, there spins off a myriad of possible realities, each one a continuation of that possibility. As the whip of sickly purple light flew through the air towards Hermione Granger, three possible timelines diverged; in the first, the curse completely misses her. Harry Potter, spurred on to tell her his feelings by the near miss, finds himself entangled with a brainy, yet passionate young woman who enriches his life and helps him rebuild the potter line and the Wizarding world at large. Unfortunately, this is not that story.

In the second, the curse hits Hermione a glancing blow, leaving a nasty scar from collar to opposite hip. Harry is appalled and scared. Pushing all people away through fear and the thought that people around him might get hurt, he embarks on a story filled with unlikely plot points and obvious holes, wherein, through great sacrifice and the loss of too many friends, Harry ends up in an unsatisfying marriage with Ginny Weasley, stuck at an unfulfilling job in the ministry. This is not that story either.

Harry watched in horror as the spell flew straight and true, hitting its target center of mass. As the light left Hermione's eyes and her body crumpled to the floor, something within Harry died, and with it, something that had been thus far contained, was unleashed. Dumbledore's Army and death eater alike took pause as a soul rending, otherworldly, keening cry of pain and rage flew around The Department of Mysteries.

It would later be whispered, in secret circles, with hushed tones, under the utmost privacy by those few survivors of the war, that someone had summoned and unleashed a lesser demon from the lower levels of the forbidden dimensions to reap unholy vengeance against the death eaters. An even smaller number would never speak of that day ever again, but they would sometimes remember with terror how Harry Potter, in a blaze of rage and fury and sorrow, marshaled the darkness and the shadows to strike at his enemies, teleporting through darkness, using blades of darkness and swatting the incoming spells away with darkness. In the end, only 8 people survived the battle of the ministry.

Voldemort and his cronies, Luicius Malfoy, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, and Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom survived the initial battle. When Harry awoke a week later, he would learn that Hermione had fallen to the flame cutter curse, Ron had survived, but he would never be the same. The simpleminded husk that was once the brilliant strategic mind of Ron Weasley was forever gone, eaten by the cognivores. Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Arthur Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody all fell to spell fire.

'I must be stronger. Everything I loved or cared about is gone. No more. I must become as hard and as unfeeling as the stone. As cold and unyielding as ice. Voldemort is going to fall, by my hands. In order to do so, I must embrace the darkest impulses, the blackest magic. Dumbledore cannot be trusted. He has kept secrets from me that could have saved the woman I loved.' When Harry spoke, in the quietness of his room, he uttered the phrase that history would record as the battle cry of the most feared dark wizard of all time. "Never again. For Hermione, never again."

Over the next week, Harry threw himself into his studies. For years he had not bothered to learn anything about pure blood customs, but he knew that, if he were to move in this society, he would need to learn. Over the course of a week, Harry learned of several useful customs and laws. Prominent among them was dueling and inheritance. 'If I had known then what I know now, I could have taken Malfoy for everything he had.' Mused Harry. He began to plan, soon he would be approached for lordship of the Black family.

Daphne Greengrass was furious. It was no secret that the Slytherin princess was a witches witch, but what many didn't know was that she had been taken head over heels by Hermione Granger. 'Potter!' She seethed, 'that stupid boy led her to her death!' Daphne had let her anger and pain fester for weeks, waiting for the chance to strike. On the Hogwarts Express, she saw her opportunity and took it.

"POTTER!"

"Greengrass. What do you want?"

She growled under her breath. Harry's neutral, schooled face gave nothing away, as if she wasn't important enough to notice. "Potter, I challenge you to a duel. Because of you, the woman I loved is dead. You killed Hermione Granger."

She saw a brief flash of pain in his eyes when she mentioned Hermione's name. Daphne didn't care. She knew Potter was ignorant of the rules of dueling, having been raised among muggles. This would be an easy victory and she would have access to the Potter lordship and fortune. She would kill Potter with her own wand for the loss of her love.

"Very well. Shall we invoke the Old Rules?"

"No Potter, this is to the death. I'll have your life for what you did."

"Very well then. Shall we begin?"

They claimed a compartment, and enlarging it to suit their purposes, the stood facing each other. With a short bow, the duel began. IGNEOUS CREOR! The burning blood hex erupted from Daphne's wand, only to be swatted away. BOMBARDA! CONFRINGO! OSSEOUS FRAGMENTUM! Daphne flung curse after curse at Potter, only for him to swat them all away. Finally, daphne stood panting, sweat rolling down her face.

Potter cast his first spell, GRAVITAS MAGNIFICUM! Too tired to dodge, the spell hit daphne in the chest, and she fell to her knees. Gravity increased to the point that she fell flat on her back, unable to move. Potter stood over her, his wand pointed at her face. EXPELLIARMUS! Her wand flew across the compartment. Daphne stared helplessly at the narrow end of potters wand.

"Greengrass, this duel was to the death. I have you at a disadvantage. I call on magic to witness. If I wished, I could deliver a killing blow." Tears tracked down Daphne's face. He had effortlessly taken everything she could throw. She was beaten with no apparent effort. Daphne was certain she was about to die. "I have won. Do you yield?"

A slim ray of hope glimmered in her eyes. She could salvage this. There's no way he knew how much of a grip he had on her short hairs. "I yield, Potter. What are your terms?"

With a cold smile, frostier than the wind off a glacier, Harry replied. "I exercise the Rite of Conquest. Do you accept?"

Daphne's hopes, so new and bright, shattered in an instant. "If I refuse?"

"I have you at wandpoint."

"I submit." She muttered.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Damn you, Potter! I submit!" He offered his hand to help her up, then stood back, offering her wand back to her. As she took it, he held his aloft, and began the intonation he had read.

"Daphne Aurora Greengrass, you have issued challenge and been bested. Rather than end your life, I opt to spare it. I call upon magic itself to recognize and enforce this debt. From this day to your last day, you are bound to me. So say I, Harriman James Potter, lord and last of house Potter. AGERE." Daphne was levitated off the floor, her robes flowing off of her to be folded neatly on one of the seats. Her blouse, skirt and shoes followed, again folding neatly on the seat. Harry gave her an appreciative look.

Her long, golden hair flowed around her head like captured sunlight. Her eyes, twin chips of ice blue, were filled with defiance, even as she was pinned in place. Her skin, quite frankly was flawless, milk pale and smooth like satin. She was not short, nor was she exceptionally tall, standing a few inches shorter than Harry himself, but her legs were long and coltish, tapering out to curvaceous hips, and graced with a generous backside that was firm without being overly boney. A thin waist flowed into a soft, yet trim belly, which itself transitioned into her chest, which supported the lush curves of her breasts. Willowy arms and a thin, swanlike neck, completed the picture. Her feminine charms were hidden by old fashioned, yet sheer and lacy white undergarments.

Daphne flushed in embarrassment, no man had ever seen her in such a state. She felt intensely vulnerable and exposed. It wasn't over yet, however. Her undergarments themselves were next to go, revealing milk pale, perky breasts capped with small, roseate nipples, a stark contrast to the pale flesh upon which they rested. Her pubic mound was protected by a thick thatch of spun gold. Reaching out, Harry marveled at its softness. The treasure that it hid was, like her nipples, a deep red. The slit was almost entirely smooth, closed and untouched. Magical bands of golden light materialized around her wrists, ankles, waist and neck, the latter solidifying into a stylish choker that sported the initials HJP.

The bands each emitted a golden thread of light that connected in the center before jetting to Harry's right wrist. Magic flashed, once, twice, thrice. Then the bands faded, leaving only the golden choker. Daphne was lowered to her knees on the floor, her head bowed before her new master.

"I am bound by honor and magic to serve you, my master. What would you have me do?" Daphne was scared to her core. Potter could have her do quite literally anything. She feared that he would use her as nothing more than a plaything, a toy. She had severely misjudged the situation and now she knew she must pay the price.

"Put your clothes on. We have much to discuss." Harry watched with no small amount of lust as she dressed herself, his cock was an iron bar as she shimmied her skirt past her toned backside. The thought occurred to him that she was, in fact, his property now. He could slake his lusts with her luxurious flesh. 'Later. There is time.' "Daphne, what do you know of the black and Potter families?"

Daphne was taken aback. She fully expected to be subjected to unspeakable things. She had no illusions, she was an exceedingly attractive witch, many boys had lusted after her. Her new masters first orders had been a shock. "W-well, the potters are an exceedingly old family, kept from the sacred 28 by mere virtue of the fact that they regularly interbreed with Muggleborns. They were politically powerful and economically unstoppable before the war. Since the death of James and Charlus Potter, however, the family has been closed. The blacks are much the same, the only difference being that they are part of the sacred 28. There are only six blacks left, Sirius black, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Draco Malfoy and Nymphadora Tonks. Since only Sirius black is eligible for the lordship, the family will soon die out. Unless of course, Sirius has or names an heir."

"Sirius black and Nymphadora Tonks are dead, I saw them die at the ministry." Thinking for a minute, Harry finally spoke, "tell me about your own family."

Daphne flushed. "My father was Gerald Greengrass. He died in the war. My mother is Eusthenia Greengrass, my little sister is Astoria. We live in Green Manor alone. Why?"

Harry thought for several minutes, considering and weighing the choices he must make. "You will tell your mother what has happened here. You will arrange a room for me to stay in for the summer. We have plans to lay."

"Yes master." Writing a quick missive to her mother, she sent the letter with Hedwig. The two teens spent the rest of the trip back to King's cross talking and getting to know one another.

Eusthenia Greengrass read her daughters letter for the third time, unease gripping her heart in an icy fist.

Dearest mother,

I have severely miscalculated a revenge plot and I have become bound via the RITE OF CONQUEST to the wizard who has bested me. The wizard in question has requested to stay with us over the summer. I'm hoping we can salvage something from this, he says we have plans to make. If we can influence him in some small way, we can rise to a power we haven't had since father died. I imagine we will need to share a room.

Your loving daughter,

Daphne

Her daughter had been beaten. As accomplished a duelist as she was, the man who had bested her must be exceedingly powerful. As she waited, a dark haired, hyperactive bullet hit her in the midsection, chattering away a mile a minute. "Astoria, what have I said about being in public?"

"But mother, there's just so much to tell you! You'll never guess who I saw Daffy with!" Before she could ask her daughter what she meant, her eldest appeared, walking to the right and slightly behind a black haired young man with emerald eyes and a dead look on his face. With a start, she realized that he was none other than THE Harry Potter. 'So, this is the man who she lost to.'

Stopping in front of her, the young man gave a short bow. "Madam Greengrass. My name is Harry Potter. Did you by chance happen to receive the letter Daphne sent?"

"As a matter of fact I did. What is it you want of us?"

"Do I have your permission to stay the summer?" Throughout the exchange, Daphne had remained silent. Looking at her daughter, she received a slight nod.

"We will have the house elves set up a room."

"Good. We have much to discuss."

—hp:tf—

Harry sat on the lavish feather bed in his own room of Greengrass manor. He and the Lady Greengrass had spoken at length for a few hours, concerning many things. Among them was the future of her daughter, Daphne. Harry had been blunt, daphne was his property now, to do with as he saw fit. Naturally, Eusthenia had been quite frankly terrified of what that actually meant for her daughter, but Harry , seeing her discomfort, had reluctantly given her a bare bones outline of his immediate plans. Namely, that he would be claiming the lordships of the Potter and Black families and subsequently opening those houses to business.

Lady Greengrass has then asked nervously how her family would fit in to that plan.

"Quite frankly, madam, until your daughter accosted me today, your family didn't figure into my plans. However, having the daughter of one of the sacred 28 in my power, and the lordship of another in my future, I intend to utilize that political power for my own purposes. Your daughter will be the next Lady Potter. Her bloodlines will make for powerful children, both magically and politically."

Eusthenia felt a measure of sorrow for her daughter personally, but excitement for her at the same time. She had been attached to a powerful young wizard, who was about to come into no small amount of clout and power. It was every Pureblood mother's dream. "And what if my other daughter, Astoria?"

"To be quite honest, Lady Greengrass, my rights in this matter are clear. I am effectively the lord of House Greengrass until such time as there is a male heir. That heir will have Potter blood in him. As such, your daughter and, indeed, you yourself, are under my power and protection. If that does not suit you, you of course are welcome to challenge me."

"N-no milord. I won't issue challenge. We will of course acquiesce. I. Eusthenia Anne Greengrass, lady of the House of Greengrass, do hereby submit and surrender to you, lord Harriman James Potter. So say I, AGERE."

"I, Harriman James Potter, Lord and Last of House Potter, accept. I take on the mantle of House Greengrass and declare myself lord Harrison James Potter, Lord and Last of House Potter and Lord Regent of House Greengrass. AGERE." With a flash of magic, the bonds were sealed. "Madam Greengrass, we have much to discuss. However the hour is late. I require a room and the Greengrass family Grimoire. I retire for the night."

"As you command milord." The room had been prepared and the grimoire fetched, Harry was now studying it, learning as much of the ancient magiks as he could.

Daphne was crying in her own bedroom. 'How could everything have gone so badly? The man Hermione loved, now my new master? He's taken the house, taken my family, taken me. How can I get out of this now?' Suddenly, both teens' musings were interrupted by a wave of pure, unadulterated lust.

'What the hell?'

'What in Morgana's name?'

Harry was shocked when daphne suddenly appeared in his room, wearing her collar and nothing else.

"Po-Master! What is the meaning of this?"

"Daphne! Why are you in my rooms? Where are your clothes?"

Both teens taken aback by the apparent surprise of the other, were rendered speechless. Both watched in surprise as the magical chains and manacles once again flashed into existence. Harry's member became an iron rod in his pajamas as daphne arched her back in a wave of pleasure. A raging fire built in her lower abdomen as Harry was compelled to disrobe. As he removed his shirt, she was shocked to see the myriad of scars crossing his flesh. Aside from the scars, he was built like a young Greek god, lean muscles and smooth skin. 'For a male, Po-master doesn't look all that bad. But what has he been through to be covered in so many scars?'

Harry's own mind was quickly becoming clouded by an overwhelming lust. As he dropped his pants, daphne was again struck with arousal and, surprisingly to her, anticipation. With a shock, she realized that her own juices were dripping down her leg. As his manhood was revealed, she let out an involuntary gasp of fear, lust and excitement. He was massive. His manhood was thick, and hung two thirds of the way down to his knees. She watched, mesmerized, as it pulsed to his heartbeat.

Acting as if dazed, she crawled over to her master. Tentatively, she reached out to hold him in her hands. Her fingers wouldn't touch around him. She noted this fact almost absentmindedly as she leaned forward to take him into her mouth.

Harry felt the warmth of her mouth close around him, and strained in pleasure as she slowly, then with more boldness, started to swirl her tongue around his crown. He knew, in an almost academic sense, that his mastery over daphne would at some point include a sexual component, but he had drastically underestimated to pleasure and compulsion involved.

As she bobbed her head on the imposing shaft of meat, attempting to take more and more of it down her throat, the fire in her own loins only stoked hotter and hotter. With a low growl, she backed off of her prize, spun on her knees, and pressed her face to the thick carpet.

Needing no more invitation, Harry was quick to take his own place behind her. Taking himself in hand, he started to guide himself forward, then abruptly stopped. Backing away slightly, he bent down, pressing his face to her sopping slit and grasping the ample mounds of her arse in his strong hands. He gave her a long lick, from clitoral hood to perineum, and she moaned loudly from low in her throat. He teased and batted her inflamed nubbin with his tongue for several minutes before inspiration hit. Focusing on the image of a serpent, he spoke the parceltongue into her opening.

'SWEET MAEVE! I forgot about the parcel tongue!' In seconds, the fire had built to a raging inferno, expanding from her core to tingle at her toes, fingertips and scalp. As she shuddered in orgasm, Harry marveled at the sweet, yet salty taste of her pleasure, manifested before him. As she recovered, he once more rose to mount her.

Daphne jumped as something large, blunt and hot probed at her entrance. 'I can't believe I'm letting a man touch me... I can't believe I came on his face... why do I want this so badly?' Then, as he slowly penetrated her, all thought left her. As he plunged, slowly and inexorably deeper, she felt full and fulfilled in a way that sex with Tracey had never left her before. She could feel him, like molten steel, forcing her walls apart, molding her to fit him, and only him. When his balls finally rested against her clit, she felt owned and contented in a way she never had before.

As Harry slowly started to enter her, he was left speechless at the sensation. She was impossibly tight, hot as a furnace and slick, like some exquisite oil. Her cunt gripped him like a velvet glove, offering resistance that still didn't stop him from driving himself deeper. He slowed only momentarily for the ring of her hymen, brushing through it with no effort. He groaned in ecstasy as he bottomed out inside her. He could feel her interior muscles straining and twitching as she accommodated herself to him. The both caught their breath for a moment.

Then Harry started to move.

Slowly at first, he drew himself out, and daphne moaned at the loss, before he drove himself firmly back in. Her nerve endings were on fire as she was repeatedly filled beyond her ability to contain, then emptied until she craved him inside her again. Harry gripped her shapely arse as he began to pound her with unforgiving strokes, his balls slapping her clit at every down stroke. In minutes, she clenched around him as her body betrayed her, again. Through her orgasm, Harry heedlessly continued to ravage her body, his own pleasure approaching in the distance.

Daphne's mind was blank, thinking about nothing but reaching her apex yet again, concerned with nothing but the large rod of turgid meat, spearing her again and again. As her fifth orgasm overtook her, she arched back into her masters chest. As his strong hands began to palm her breasts, she turned her head back to his for a passionate kiss. As she began grinding her hips against him, Harry, sensing his own imminent release, began to violently saw in and out of his slave, his bitch, the cunt that he owned and that would one day give him his heirs. Daphne's quim quivered with one last, massive release before Harry drove himself to the balls inside his Lady Potter. With a guttural cry, he emptied himself inside her, pouring his soul and his magic out through his cock and into her.

Daphne tended as rope after rope of Harry's boiling essence poured into her overstuffed womb. The both collapsed to the carpet, exhausted, as the last dregs of Harry's seed was discharged inside her.

Both teens found themselves compelled to say the next words they spoke, "the seed has been offered and accepted. The bond is complete. Let no force on earth sunder what has been formed."

As Harry withdrew from her, wiping the last drops of himself off in her bush, he lay next to her on the carpet. As she cuddled into his side, draping her arm across him, she whispered in his ear.

"That... that was intense."

"Yes it was."

"I still hate you."

"I know you do. But you're still mine."

"One day, I will kill you for this."

"Im counting on you to try."

End chapter one