Story TITLE: Summer of Corruption, Years of Deceit
Chapter Title: Letters and Memories
PART: 03 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
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DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Inspired by Cypher Three's 'Sirius Sluts' Challenge. Harry was changed by the events of the Third Task, and Sirius found an old Family Spell that spells trouble for the women they encounter.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Lots of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 7,426
SPOILERS: Starts at the end of Third Task and goes extremely AU from there.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. There will also be Mind-Control and Dubious consent, incest and other things that would make Michelle Bachman have a conniption fit. There will be bad Weasley's in this story, except for Molly, Ginny and Percy. There will also be Evil Dumbledore.
AUTHORS NOTES: This will be a darker, even evil Harry. Because of events in the story, he won't be as forgiving as he was in canon.
YET ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE: Readers with long memories will recognize 'Helga's Gift' that is mentioned in this story. For those of you who don't, it's something that I came up with in my Harry Potter and the Betrayal of the Phoenix, to explain the rampant female bisexuality in most Harry Potter smut fics. Basically in the founders days, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were lovers, and, one time, after a particularly great romp, Helga idly wished that all the girls in the castle could experience such a wonderful feeling. Being a Magical Castle, Hogwarts heard and responded, And, from that time forward the female students at Hogwarts had, at the least, bisexual tendencies.

The Next Morning
The Warden's Office

As usual, Luna was correct. It took him less than five minutes to find an address for Hermione Granger, daughter of Wendell and Monica Granger, DDS in Perth, Australia, and a few minutes more to find her personal website on Geocities. He browsed her website for a few minutes, and was amused to see that the major theme of the site was books she's either reading or had read. He browsed the titles, and grinned when he saw several titles with the word "Pirates", remembering her fantasy in the Room of Requirement.

Grabbing a sheet of paper, he pulled a fountain pen out of the holder on his desk and began to write.

Hello Hermione:

I know it's been a while, but things have finally calmed down again, and I wanted to get in touch with you to let you know that Voldemort is nothing but a fading memory. There are a lot of things that need to be said between us that didn't get said before your parents pulled you away from me. I'm not blaming them, it would have destroyed me if something had happened to you, I'm just saying that it's safe to come back now, and I really want to see you again.

As I'm sure you are aware, quite a few things have changed since you've been gone, and, as usual, I seem to be right in the middle of them. I have help, but I could really use my first and best friend at my side. Let me know if you are able to come back, even if only for a visit, and I will make all the arrangements to fly you back, you are welcome to bring your parents as well, I have plenty of space available.

Harry cursed, and crumpled the paper up, tossing it in the garbage. "Bugger it! If Luna's right, I can cut right to the point, and she'll be on her way!"

Pulling another sheet of paper, he wrote:

Hermione,

It's time for you to come back. Let me know when you can leave and I will take care of the arrangements.

Captain Harry

He laughed, imagining the confusion on Hermione's face at the way he signed the letter, but that would only make her more eager to see him. Sealing the letter in an envelope, he wrote her name on the outside and concentrated, rubbing the black gem in the ring on his finger, thinking about his familiar. Instantly a white owl appeared in a burst of black flame and landed on his desk. He reached out and stroked Hedwig's feathers and said, "Hello girl, I've got a letter for you to deliver, but I'll need you to appear in your old form so you don't scare Hermione. Stay for a reply if she asks you to, otherwise you can take some time hunting."

With a musical trill his faithful familiar stuck out her leg and Harry tied the letter securely and sat back as she flew into the air and vanished in the flames. He grinned imagining Hermione's face when Hedwig showed up at her home, she was always fond of his owl. Of course, Hed wasn't exactly an owl anymore, not after everything that happened.

Turning to the monitors, he saw that all the cells were empty, and, checking the time, nodded, they had just finished their morning exercises. Switching to the shower view, he saw that they were all washing up before breakfast. He smirked, seeing that the three Greengrass women were all staying as far away from each other as they could, and made a note to have Penelope increase the dosage of the Lustful Dreams potion in their dinners.

Glancing at the other women, he saw that Prisoner P-1344 was looking around curiously, probably trying to find her daughter. She moved out from the water and approached Fleur, who was escorting them this morning, and waited until Fleur gave her permission to speak. When P-1344 spoke, he saw Fleur smile widely and tell the woman where her daughter was (probably sound asleep in Fleur's bed, if he was to hazard a guess), and the woman looked shocked at the news, then her smile matched Fleur's, and she nodded, obviously relieved. Fleur dismissed the woman, and she hurried back to finish her shower, and spread the news to the other prisoners. He wondered if the news of Pansy getting her name back and her promotion will have any effect on the attitudes of those women who still have a chance to get out of the cells? He hoped so, because the sooner they left the cells the sooner he could put them to work on the next part of the plan.

Looking at one of the women who would never leave the cells alive, he frowned as M-3860, the former Assistant Headmistress of Hogwarts, and Dumbledore's chief surviving lackey was standing a bit straighter and holding her head up a bit more than he liked. Thumbing a switch on his lapel mic, he said, "Greg, it looks like M-3860 is starting to develop her pride and sense of self again, I think we need to nip that in the bud, otherwise it will just get worse." Goyle clicked his mic twice in acknowledgment, and he saw Fleur, who could also hear the order looking closely at the woman in question.

The women finished their showers, and he marveled again at the fact that, even though a couple of the women were in the 60's or 70's, thanks to the de-aging potions that Penelope developed, none of them look older than their mid twenties. As the women were drying off, Goyle's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Prisoner M-3860! Stay In Place!" The woman froze, and the other women looked at her curiously, obviously wondering what she had done. They didn't have to wonder long, as Goyle's voice continued, "The Warden has observed that Prisoner M-3860 is developing an attitude problem, and we are going to provide preemptive correction. Prisoner's D-2234, G-1202, G-1222, G-2211, L-4472 and P-1344, take your positions!" The women had all been through this before, sometimes in Prisoner M-3860's place, sometimes not, so they all knew exactly what was expected of them. The former Tracey Davies, Astoria, Anastasia and Daphne Greengrass, Bellatrix Lestrange and Imelda Parkinson moved so they were directly in front of M-3860 and lay down on the floor, their legs spread wide, L-4472 and D-2234 grinning in anticipation.

Goyle gestured and two of his men, it looked like Justin Finch-Fletchley and Terry Boot, walked down from the catwalk and flanked M-3860, and, at a nod from Goyle, struck her behind her knees with their batons. A few of the women winced in sympathy at the cracking sound her knees made when they hit the tile floor. Boot grabbed her by the hair and dragged her forward, putting her face between D-2234's thighs. "You've got twenty minutes to satisfy all five of your fellow prisoner's, and for each minute you go over, adds another woman you've got to satisfy, and doubles the number of guards who are going to be educating you!"

Harry chuckled at the look of mingled fear and disgust on M-3860's face, and frankly, he couldn't really blame her. After all, it was supposed to be a punishment, and knowing that she was going to be sodomized dry by four of the guards before they finished in her mouth was bad enough, but to know they would be doubling the number if she didn't satisfy the prisoners in front of her in a very short amount of time made it even worse. Especially since Goyle had chosen the prisoners who most disliked her, and they would be determined to hold off their orgasms as long as possible. Goyle was proving to be far more cunning than he had appeared back at Hogwarts.

He watched M-3860 using her mouth on the other prisoners, and knew that she was absolutely hating it, but the bitch should have considered the consequences when she went along with Dumbledore's schemes. He was really looking forward to seeing the expression on her face when Hermione killed her, but that was for later, Harry was certain that it wouldn't take much adjustment for Hermione to be eager to demonstrate her unhappiness with the woman.

Turning to the other monitors, he saw that most of his slaves were already at work, except for Ginny and Luna, who had the morning off, a perk of having shared his bed the night before, and the girls who had the overnight shift. Glancing around, he saw the Patil twins sound asleep in each others' arms, and Susan and Hannah having a good morning wake up. He watched the two of them together for a few minutes until he was distracted by an Adfero in the shape of an owl came through the wall of his office.

"Yes Petunia?"

"Master, I just wanted to let you know, we may have had a breakthrough! We put the house elf in the center of the rune circle and activated it, and it appeared in the sealed circle in the ritual room just as expected, and the time stamp of the video shows that it arrived 20 minutes before it left. And the elf is not showing any signs of damage, it still understands what happened, and has all of its' magic!"

Harry smiled widely, "Excellent! And what of the version of the elf that was already present?"

"We haven't tested that yet, Master, because we didn't release the elf from the chamber until after he had already left. That will be our next experiment."

Harry nodded, "Nicely done Petunia, you are your team wrap up everything that can be wrapped up, and take the rest of the day off, I'm authorizing a Spa Day for all four of you. And you will be joining me after dinner. As team leader, you get additional rewards."

The owl managed to smile before it faded away, and Harry shook his head, still amazed at the difference in the relationship between he and Petunia. Of course, it hadn't started out much different, but things changed very quickly once he removed Vernon and Dudley from the picture. It occurred to him that he probably should feel guilty about using compulsion charms on Vernon, Dudley and Marge, making them take an afternoon drive, with that damned dog of Marge's, and crash into the back of a fuel truck.

It was after the closed casket funeral for the three of them that he informed Petunia of the changes in her life. Of course, the real changes started several days before, when he was using the Room of Requirement to enjoy the forbidden fruit, the young professors that Dumbledore had managed to hire. He had already enjoyed Cho, Fleur, Katie, Daphne, Hermione and Ginny of course, but hadn't taken any of the adult women yet. He was planning on having all three of them before he left, but for tonight, he was looking forward to finding out just what the Muggle Studies Professor, Charity Burbage looked like when he was shagging her. Of course, that didn't go anywhere near the way he anticipated. Not that either of them would change things, even if they could, now.

Flashback
Thursday, July 1st, 1995

It was nearly midnight, and all the others in the dorm were sound asleep when he slipped out of bed. Creating a magical clone, he dressed it in his pajamas and, disillusioning himself, he slipped out of the room. Reaching the Common Room, he quietly called for Dobby, and the elf appeared instantly. There was no need to give his elf an order, they had been doing the same thing at the same time for the past several nights, and so the elf touched his leg and the two of them disappeared, only to reappear in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

Dismissing his elf, Harry paced as he concentrated on the room he wanted to appear, and, on his pass, the door appeared, just like it had the past several nights. Opening the door, he scanned the room, noticing that the women he had already taken were on one side of the room, while those who he hadn't touched were on the other. He was amused to notice that Hermione, Cho, Fleur and the others had changed positions, and they were standing with their arms around each other, and several of them were snogging. Taking a closer look, he noticed that Hermione and Daphne were still wearing the manacles and collar from their time as Captain Harry's bed mates, and he hardened even further when he saw that all six of the women had butt plugs stretching them out.

Smirking, he mentally rearranged the girls, and the figures moved into their new positions, with Fleur and Cho sitting down, next to each other, their legs spread, with Hermione's face between Cho's thighs, and Ginny between Fleur's, while Katie and Daphne knelt behind Hermione and Ginny using strap-ons to shag the girls. A spark of his magic, and the six girls started moving, moaning in pleasure. He watched for a few minutes, stroking his erect cock, before turning away and searching the remaining figures for the woman he was looking for.

He walked past the Patil Twins, making a note to visit the two of them before the leaving feast, and Lavender and Susan Bones, who looked to be having a 'Who's Boobs are Bigger?' contest between them, with Angelina Johnson looking at the two of them with amusement, since hers were definitely bigger than both the younger girls. He finally found the woman he wanted, standing in back of the room with figures of Professors Vector and Sinestra.

He was a bit surprised, because, unlike the other figures in the room, who were standing proudly, displaying themselves, the honey blonde Professor was partially turned away, one arm covering her breasts, and her other hand covering her pussy. Intrigued, he moved closer and put his hand on her shoulder, waiting for the flash of the woman's fantasy, but nothing happened. Frowning, he turned her toward him, and moved her arms away so her body was on display. The woman looked down, a blush covering her face. Putting his hand on her chin, he gently lifted her face until her eyes met his, and he softly asked, "Are you a virgin Charity?" The blush increased, but she nodded once, sharply.

"How is that even possible? A gorgeous woman like you must have been courted at some point in your life."

She frowned, shaking her head, "I never had the opportunity, thanks to my damned mother! She said that she knew I could easily spend all seven years hopping from bed to bed, and she wasn't going to waste the money it cost to send me here, so she put a Geas on me before I left home for my first year. She said it was to keep me 'pure' until I graduated. She promised me that she would remove it when I got my NEWTs, but she was killed by Death Eaters in Diagon Alley before I graduated, and nobody has had the power to remove the Geas yet."

Harry nodded, "Now that you mention it, I can see the magic centered around your pussy. I can remove the Geas, but are you willing to pay the price?"

Charity laughs, "What? My body? I was going to give it to you anyway."

He shook his head, "Not just your body, but for me to remove the Geas, I'll have to replace it with a different bond, either a concubine bond or a slave bond, depending on how much of my magic it takes to break the spell on you. Now, think carefully, do you want me to remove the Geas?"

She stood in silence for several minutes, her eyes closed, and the only sound was their breathing. Eventually she opened her eyes and said, "With the request that, if you let others have me, that you don't let any students know about me. I know I'm not the best teacher here, thanks the the constraints I'm working under, but I do enjoy my job and don't want to lose it."

Harry nodded, "That's reasonable, but we will be discussing these constraints you're dealing with later."

Taking her by the hand, he pulled her away from the other figures, who had, strangely enough, all turned to watch them. Moving to the back of the room, he concentrated, and a full sized four poster bed appeared before them. Gesturing, she climbed onto the bed and Harry fastened her wrists and ankles to the post. "You'll need to be a still as possible for me to break the spell, so just try to relax, okay?" He was lying of course, but wanted the beautiful professor tied up the first time he took her.

She looked up at him and nodded, taking and releasing several deep breaths. Clapping his hands together sharply several times, Harry drew on Voldemort's memories and drew his magic from his core, and when his hands were glowing with his power, he put one hand over the bound woman's mound, and the other in the valley between her breasts.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he lowered his hands until they touched her warm skin, and let his magic flow into her body. He could see the golden color of his power seeking out the dark red of the spell binding her, and he slipped a finger between her lower lips, moving slightly and making them start to swell, drawing a gasp from Charity, as he moved his other hand along her body, stroking her belly and breasts as he directed his magic as it surrounded the Geas. Sliding a second finger down, he found her clit, and lightly brushed it, making her jerk against her bonds.

Smiling down at her, he said, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh!" she mumbled, her eyes starting to glaze over and her nipples crinkling.

"Just wait, it's going to get better." Leaning down, he captured her left breast in his mouth, and ran his tongue over her nipple, making her moan in pleasure. Releasing her left breast, he did the same with her right, sucking on the nipple as his free hand started stroking her belly faster.

He could tell that his magic was overpowering the Geas, drawing it away from her magical core. He could feel the woman's magic expanding to fill the void, and intertwined his own magic with hers, binding her to him, mind, body, soul and magic. He wasn't sure if this would affect the actual Charity, who, as far as he knew, was sound asleep in her quarters, but anytime he summoned her in this room, he would have a willing and eager slave, he was certain of that at least.

Feeling her starting to move under his fingers, he added a third finger, and slipped into her pussy. He found the barrier almost immediately, and pulled some of his magic that was flowing through her body directly to her maidenhead and dissolved it painlessly. Thinking quickly, he also relaxed the muscles in her pussy, so she would enjoy what was soon to happen. He smiled to himself as her heard her breathing getting harsher, and he could see her chest heaving, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. Her skin was flushed and she was jerking her hips off the mattress, trying to get more contact between his fingers and her pussy. Soft whining sounds were coming from her throat, and he saw her eyes closed and her face contorted in concentration. Leaning down so his mouth was close to her ear, he breathed out softly, and the whines took on a higher pitch, as he said "You'd do anything I asked if I made you cum, wouldn't you, Charity?"

Her eyes shot open and she looked at him wildly, fire in her eyes, "Anything! Yes, anything, you want, just let me cum! It's been so many years! I'll do anything, I'll suck you in the Gringotts lobby while everybody watches... I'll, I'll... I'll help you pick up girls and lick them until they scream your name before you shag them! I'll teach you to be an animagus and I'll shag you in your animal form! Just, please Master, let your slave cum!"

His eyes widened at her suggestions, although he wasn't too sure about the Gringotts thing, the others had possibilities. The fact that she called herself his slave interested him more at the moment, and he made a snap decision to see just how far she was willing to go. Pulling his hands away from her, drawing a cry of protest, he turned toward the other six girls who had finished playing with each other and were relaxing in place. "Daphne!" he called, and the black haired beauty looked up from where she was sucking on one of Fleur's nipples. He gestured and she jumped to her feet and hurried over to him, kneeling at his feet.

Nodding at the bed, he said, "Charity is begging me for some relief, and you're going to provide it for her, but she has to earn it, so climb on top of her, and let her lick you as you make her cum. Normally I'd make a contest of it, with the winner getting a reward, but Charity is too worked up to last very long, so it wouldn't be a challenge at all."

Daphne looked over at the panting woman and grinned, "You're right, but it will still be fun to get a taste of the Staff Virgin."

Slapping her on the arse he said, "Well then, I'd say you need to get to work, don't you?"

Smirking at him, the Slytherin beauty climbed onto the bed, and put her legs on either side of the blonde's face. Lowering herself down, she sighed in pleasure as Charity's tongue entered her folds. Harry watched, stroking his cock, as she leaned forward, her face between the spread legs of the bound woman.

Meanwhile
The Professors Quarters

Charity Burbage, the 32 year old Muggle Studies Professor, moaned in her sleep, her nightgown drenched in sweat as her hands held onto the bedposts and her hips jerked up off the mattress. Opening her eyes, they stared at nothing as she cried out "Master!" and shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. Relaxing again, her eyes drooped closed, and soon she was softly snoring again, a smile on her face.

Slytherin 4th Year Girls Dormitories

Daphne rolled over in her sleep, her nude body flushed and her chest heaving from her climax, as her dream of having sex with Professor Burbage just got more and more intense as Harry climbed onto the bed and she took him into her mouth. The part of her that was always observing, even when she was asleep, wondered at the oddity that this was the second night in a week where she had dreamed about having sex with the the Gryffindor Golden Boy, when he had never even crossed her mind before. She didn't deny that he was good looking enough, but his mud blood mother would automatically remove him from any possible consideration normally, 'Boy Who Lived' or not. There would have to be something truly exceptional about him before she would willingly let a half blood shag her, she had her pride after all!

She wasn't complaining though, the dreams were quite enjoyable, even the one on the pirate ship where she was some sort of servant girl to that mud blood Granger. Watching Potter treat the bitch like the whore she no doubt was, just like all the mud bloods, sent a shiver of pleasure through her body, and when he had the Veela bathe her and lick her to several orgasms made her more than willing to give him whatever he wanted.

In her dreams, she even enjoyed letting him take her arse. She had never, in the two years since Marcus broke her in along with Tracy, Pansy and Millie, willingly given anybody access to her arse. Granted, Marcus had managed to corner her once or twice and forced himself into her arse, but after she hexed him the last time, the word got around. If they wanted to bugger somebody, she and Pansy were off limits. It didn't seem to bother them much, because they could still have Tracey and Millie, they wouldn't fight back, which was only right, considering that Tracey was a half-blood, and Millie had tainted blood as well.

Her dream self wasn't worried about that at the moment, she was concentrating on enjoying the orgasm that Charity's tongue was giving her, and not letting his cock slide out of her mouth. He was a good size, certainly bigger than any of boys in her year, except for Goyle, and if she hadn't known his bloodlines going back eight generations, would have sworn he had to have some giant blood in him. But of the others, Potter certainly was their equal or better, and, he even managed to be clean, which she had to admit was a nice change, and she wondered if the reality would match the dream? Might be fun to order Tracey into his bed to find out, she mused, as she closed her lips around the cock head.

Back in the Room of Requirement

Harry smiled as he watched Daphne climb off of Charity, her legs weak and shaky as she recovered from the orgasms she received from Charity's tongue. The black haired witch was soaked in sweat, her hair plastered to her face, and the smile looked like it would take a sandblaster to remove. Looking down at Charity, he took in her glazed eyes, flushed skin and her nipples so tight they looked painful, and knew she had gone to what he had heard Cho describe as her 'happy place'. Touching the bonds that held her legs in place, he lengthened them and moved her legs until her ankles were resting on his shoulders. .

He waited a few minutes for Charity to recover from the pleasure that Daphne had given her, but she didn't seem to want to come back down to earth, and his cock was getting painfully hard. He considered sending some more of his magic into her body, but that would probably just push her back over the edge. Finally, he got tired of waiting, and reached down, his hands cupping her breasts, and bringing his thumb and fingers together, pinched the woman's nipples, hard!

Charity's eyes shot open, and she stared at him, he could see that she was back to herself, and Harry smiled, saying "I didn't want you to miss this, since I went through a lot of trouble getting rid of your mother's handiwork. Now, I've removed the barrier, so you won't feel any pain, and I ask you again, are you sure this is what you want? Once I enter you, you can't go back to what you once were."

Harry could see the resolve in the blonde's bright blue eyes, and the strength in her voice as she said, "Master, I promised you my body for getting rid of that Geas, and I'm not going to back out now, I'm yours, body, mind, magic and soul!"

He found it amusing that her magic had chosen the slave bond, instead of choosing to be a concubine, but, it seemed like all the women that the room had provided Charity had a very strong submissive streak. He didn't mind at all, considering that, thanks to Tom's memories and his own inclinations, he knew just how to treat them.

Rubbing the head of his cock over her swollen lips, Harry pushed forward, drawing a gasp from Charity as she was entered for the first time. He went as slowly as he could, allowing her to adjust to being stretched out, but when he felt her relaxing against him Harry picked up the pace. Soon she was moving with him, the bonds on her ankles stretching to let Charity cross her legs behind his head as he pounded her into the mattress.

Harry lost count of how many times Charity had climaxed before he finally growled out his release and exploded inside the bound woman. With a thought, he dissolved the bonds holding her in place and slid out of her gaping pussy. Looking around the room, he gestured for Katie to come over, and said, "Clean her up and then shave her, I don't think Charity can handle much more tonight."

Katie nodded, "Of course, sir," and climbed onto the bed, her mouth on the older woman's core and started to lick up the mixture of his cum and Charity's juices.

New Azkaban
April 24th, 2001
The Warden's Office

Harry grinned slightly, remembering the way that Charity had looked at him strangely the next morning, before blushing slightly and looking away. Of course, he had expected it, since all of the women he had taken in the Room of Requirement seemed to look at him more than usual in the days after they had enjoyed themselves.

Harry had been more than a little tempted to ask Hermione to join him, but at the time he didn't think that his new magic and knowledge were under enough control. He had figured that there was plenty of time for that next year, when he had gained some actual real world experience. Of course, he didn't realize that Hermione would be leaving Hogwarts and not coming back.

He didn't blame her parents at all, considering that Hermione had been kept under compulsion spells for the last three years, and it was only by the purest chance that Hermione had been able to avoid Mcgonagall casting them on her again before they left on the Hogwarts Express that year.

Harry's grin turned into a smirk, he certainly ended up getting a lot more real world experience that summer than he had expected, thanks to Sirius losing his temper with Molly Weasley. He certainly wasn't going to complain about the results, though, he liked the new Molly much better than the woman who tried to treat him like her son before his second year!

Thinking of Molly, he glanced at the monitors, and she wasn't in Sirius's room, and found her with Penelope, Megan and Andromeda practicing their pole dancing. He had originally instituted the dance class for the prisoners to prepare them for being put to work, but a couple of his slaves had tried it and enjoyed the exercise, and now almost all of the women could be found there on a daily basis. He watched the naked woman dancing, enjoying their firm bodies, especially Molly and Andromeda, who both claimed that the workouts had them looking better than they did at Hogwarts!

He watched as the door to the dance area opened, and Fleur and Tonks led the prisoners in, with

M-3860 limping in behind them, looking very bedraggled, but then, after being buggered by Greg and the others and then swallowing their loads, he wasn't expecting her to be looking her best. Of course, her appearance would be enough to earn her 2 demerits for the day, and she already had 2 from earlier in the month, so, one more would earn her a night in the Education Chamber. He tapped a button for Fleur's earpiece and said, "Fleur, M-3860 only needs one more demerit to earn a night in Amelia's care. Please be alert to see if she can be penalized legitimately, her attitude has bothered me lately."

He was sure that Fleur understood what he was saying, and his former professor would be having a very unpleasant evening! All of the prisoners, including that psychotic bitch Lestrange, L-4472 did whatever they could to avoid time in Amelia's domain. She may call it an Education Chamber, but everybody else, prisoners and slaves alike call it a Torture Chamber, and even Narcissa and Lavender, the two slaves who really enjoyed the extreme sensations would only visit her a couple of times a year, because it was too intense for regular experience.

Turning away from the monitors, he pulled the journal out and opened it back up to where he had finished the evening before.

I spent the next several nights in the Room of Requirement, acting out fantasies that the room brought into being, supposedly from the women themselves. Of course, with several of the girls and women there, the room duplicated their personalities so well that the women themselves didn't realize they had these fantasies when the time came to experience the real thing.

I still don't understand how the girls ended up experiencing what their counterparts were doing as a dream, but unless I get another chance to talk to Godric, Rowena and the others, I probably won't ever know why it happened. At least it planted the seeds in the girls minds and made them more open to giving themselves to me, even the pure-blood princesses like Daphne found themselves coming to my bed willingly.

Of course, Daphne managed to fool me and several others, and it was a very unpleasant shock to find her and Astoria willingly participating in the Death Eater raids and killings. No compulsion charms, no Imperious, nothing to explain her actions, she and her sister were true believers in Tom's bullshit, and they will be prisoners for the rest of their lives because of it! What a waste!

Fortunately I was able to use the fact of her deception to hone my legilimency skills to the level they are now, and I can easily determine if a prisoner, such as Pansy, has truly regretted her actions and changed, or, if like several of the other women, they merely pretended to be remorseful. Those unfortunates who tried to fool me learned a very painful lesson not to try again.

But getting back to the events after the Third Task, there were things going on that I wasn't aware of at the time that would have a major impact on my life and the war against Dumbledore and Voldemort.

You see, there were several adults who had developed concerns about Dumbledore's actions and were starting to discuss things in secret, eventually gathering together and making plans to help me. I didn't learn about the group for another year, but they did a lot of the groundwork to make sure that both Dumbledore and Riddle ended up very dead before I started my Sixth Year at Hogwarts.

Of more immediate interest to me, was something that happened in the Ravenclaw Tower the night I claimed Charity. I wasn't really aware of it at the time, but Cho had been having a very hard time dealing with Cedric's death, and the dreams were actually helping her, giving her something to focus on. She and Cedric weren't in love, they were just friends who could have been more, but they didn't have the time.

Anyway, that night Cho had woken up and snuck down to the kitchen for a snack, and, on the way back, encountered Luna Lovegood, dressed only in her underwear and a light sheet, shivering in the common room. It was well after curfew, and Cho was concerned at the condition Luna was in.

When Cho went to the third year girls dorm, and found the jinxes on Luna's bed and the signs that Luna's trunk had been damaged, she cast sleeping spells on the three other girls in the room to keep them asleep and went to get Professor Flitwick.

For a change, an adult at Hogwarts actually did what was right, not was easy (and yes, I am quoting) and put a screaming halt to any form of bullying in Ravenclaw house. He also, at Cho's suggestion, let Luna move into Cho's room for the next couple of nights, since all Fifth, Sixth and Seventh Year students had a private room since they needed it to study.

Of course, that had an unexpected effect on the two girls the next night, when Cho fell asleep after packing and found herself dreaming of being with me again. If memory serves I had her duplicate masturbating in front of all the other women and fingering her arse at the same time.

Apparently Cho was noisy enough to wake Luna, who heard her moaning my name as she fingered her pussy and arse. Luna has said that she really didn't know, at the time, why she did what she did, other than 'it felt right', but she slipped out of bed and took off her nightgown before climbing into bed with Cho and kissing the older girl. Cho immediately awoke, but when she realized what happened, welcomed Luna into her bed, and the two made love all night.

I had no idea of this for several weeks, until the two of them showed up at my door on my Birthday, but I don't want to get ahead of myself.

While I would have loved to have seen the two them together that night, I have seen them making love multiple times over the past few years and watched their relationship evolve. It's been enjoyable to watch.

But most of my attention, when I wasn't thinking about heading to the Room after curfew, was on avoiding Dumbledore, because I didn't trust myself not to try and kill him for what he had done.

Harry put the pen down and shook out his hand, trying to work out the writers cramp, before he closed the book and put it back in his desk drawer. That was enough for one day, anyway, he thought, and there was still a lot of work to be done before his weekly interview with P-1344, Pansy's mother. Checking the duty roster, he smiled when he saw that Angelina was working, and sent her a message that she would be escorting the prisoner to her appointment.

Angelina was the perfect choice for the assignment, because not only was she a muggle born, she was also black, and P-1344 was both a blood supremacist as well as a bigot, so the woman would absolutely despise having to kneel in front of her. Angelina knew it too, and she enjoyed having the woman under her control. She was also very good with the crop if correction was needed, knowing just where to strike to cause maximum pain without damage. It might be worthwhile to assign her to Amelia for further training, so Amelia wouldn't have to be the only one in the Education Chamber.

Jotting a note to himself to discuss it with the two of them, he reached for the Gringotts statements, and nodded in satisfaction, the businesses he had purchased in the muggle world were thriving, and were also bringing in a great deal of useful information about some of the more unsavory habits of certain political figures. He didn't think he would need to use the information, but it was a backup plan in case the primary plan didn't work as expected.

Checking the time, he noticed that it was lunch time, and he also hadn't had any release since the night before, so he sent a message to Molly to bring him a couple of sandwiches and crisps.

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, and he saw that Molly was at the door, holding a tray. Pressing the button to open the door, she walked in, naked except for her collar, and approached the desk.

"Set the tray on the desk please, Molly," Harry said, his eyes admiring her figure. He had seen her nude countless times, but she always seemed to appreciate it when he watched her, and he didn't mind doing the little things that made her happy.

When she leaned down to put the tray in front of him, he slid his chair back and turned slightly, saying, "While you are here, I'd like you to take care of something else for me."

Molly's eyes lit up when she saw his erection tenting his trousers and smiled, "Of course Master, how do you want me?"

He chuckled, "You know I can never get enough of your mouth, Molly, and besides, I told Sirius that I would let him know in advance when I want you in my bed."

She nodded and moved around the desk, lowering herself to the ground and reached for his belt.

Harry smiled and leaned back as she put her talented mouth to work and just enjoyed the sensations.

End Chapter Two

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