Chapter 11: First Blood

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It was late afternoon when Harry was awaked by Poontang, now returned to her natural elf form. “Master, Mistress Desiree says she must speak with you immediately.”

Harry put on the robe that Poontang had brought him and walked across the hall to the manager’s flat occupied by Desiree and her girls. Desiree was at her desk in the main room, all she appeared to be wearing was a bath towel.

“Harry, Nymphadora Tonks finally got around to wondering where you had gotten off to. She asked at Gringotts after you, but not knowing her, they wouldn’t tell her anything. She went to one of the local security wizards named Phingarbang, and they now have an alert out looking for you.”

“Uh oh,” said Harry. “Well, so much for being incognito.”

“It’s worse than that,” Desiree continued. “The two cops that picked you up last night now remember seeing you here, and that you were hurt and bleeding. So, Phingarbang and Tonks are downstairs wanting to talk to me about last night. We need to figure something out quick if you want to keep your ownership a secret.”

“Any ideas?” asked Harry.

“Just one, Tonks knows that you’ve met Fleur before. I suggest you and Fleur get dressed in casuals and go to our villa using her portkey. From there get a couple of brooms and fly around town as quickly as possible and come in from the north. Land where they can see you, Fleur will bring you in and introduce you to me. I’m finished with your wand so you can have that back.”

Harry saw that Fleur was already dressed for flying and ready to go. “Sounds like a plan.” Harry hurriedly put on his clothes and followed Fleur into their portal to their villa. Harry only got a brief glimpse of their home, but it definitely looked nice. He hoped his place looked even half that good. Gabrielle was already there holding two Nimbus 2000 brooms for them to ride. At first, Harry tried not to go too fast for Fleur on the broom, only to discover that she was no amateur rider. She was every bit as good on a broom as he was. They completed the circuit and saw the hill area come into view, with the Golden Unicorn prominent among the other establishments. Landing near the entrance they saw Phingarbang and Tonks talking to Desiree.

“There they are now,” Harry heard Desiree say. “So what have you two been up to all day?”

Fleur rushed up and gave her mother a hug and a peck on the cheek. “We’ve been flying all over the Hollow. Mummy, I want to introduce you to an old friend, this is Harry Potter, he is the one who saved me in the maze during the Triwizard tournament. Harry, this is my mother, Desiree Delacour.”

“We met briefly last night,” said Harry with an embarrassed grin. “I’m pleased to get to meet you under better conditions, especially now that I know you’re Fleur’s mum.”

“Allow me to apologize again for last night,” said Desiree. “Especially now that I know that you are the one who helped my beloved Fleur. I was so worried about her during that competition. I never had the opportunity to thank you for what you did for her. As to last night, which was a terrible mistake. The elf at the door told me that it was not you who started the shoving match, and that you were a victim of circumstance. You had the misfortune to be standing in the wrong place when a fight broke out. I hope your injuries are all healed.”

“Yes, Ma’am, you are quite a healer. Thank you again. I had wanted to come back tonight but Fleur said you are closed.”

“Yes, we need some repair work done, and the staff need some rest, so I thought we would take the evening off. It always slowest this time of the week and we’ll have a full house on the weekend to deal with. However, you are most welcome to come to our home tonight for dinner, and bring your friend Nymphadora with you.”

“That sounds fantastic,” said Harry. “Want to have dinner at their place, Tonks?”

“It sounds like it would be great,” said a reluctant looking Tonks. “But Phingarbang and I had kinda made some plans for the evening. As long as I know you are all right. I was worried when you didn’t come back to the room. The only concern I have is can you get back to the room from their home without danger?”

“I have an idea, Harry,” said Fleur. “Our villa is well protected against intrusion, and we have several guest rooms. Why don’t you go get your stuff and bring it to the villa? You can stay the night; you’ll get to meet Gabrielle again. It is all right isn’t it, mama?”

“Harry is always welcome in our home. I’ve heard the girls talk so much about you and the tournament; I’d love to hear more about it.”

“Then I’d be happy to stay the night with you as your guest.”

Harry and Tonks apperated back to their room after Phingarbang went to cancel the search for Harry. In the room Harry began to gather his gear, he asked Tonks if he could take the bike with him.

“I suppose so, love,” she said. “Did you settle the property thing with the goblins?”

“Oh, yes,” said Harry. “My folks had a small house just off the hill. It’s a ruin now, but even the less popular areas of the hill are becoming valuable now as more people want to move in. Fartzmellar already knows of several buyers who might want the property. I gave him permission to sell on commission and send the paperwork to me at Hogwarts.”

“Did you go out and see it?”

“No, not yet anyway,” said Harry. “I went up on the hill to the mall to visit Fred and George again, but I ran into Fleur and started talking. She’s been showing me around a bit.”

“Well you’re lucky you didn’t get hurt last night at the Unicorn. I guess I should have stayed with you instead of running off. Like I said before, I haven’t been out much the past few months. I kinda forgot I’m supposed to be looking out after you. Do you think it’s safe to stay with the Delacours, you barely know them?”

“Did you think it was safe to be having sex with Phingarbang last night after meeting him only a few hours earlier?” asked Harry.

“There’s a lot of difference between what’s safe for me and what’s safe for you, and you damn well know it.”

“Well, I know there’s a lot of difference between what he can offer and what I can offer based on what I saw flashes of last night. You certainly didn’t waste any time upgrading from me to him did you?”

“Harry, I told you up front that I’m not a one man girl. Yes, he is a more experienced lover and has a bigger cock than you have, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it when I was having sex with you. I did, I just wanted a little diversity. You’re going back to Hogwarts in a few days anyway; our little fling is over after this.”

“All right,” said Harry. “If you plan to be here in the morning I guess we can go back to London tomorrow. I’ve done what I need to do here. I’ll be all right at Grimmauld Place and you can go about your affairs without worrying about me.”

“So I’m being sacked as your PA, is that it?” asked Tonks.

“No,” answered Harry. “Not sacked, just if you have other things you want to do, and other people you want to do them with, then you’ll be free to pursue them without worrying about me. I’ll see to it you have enough money to see you through.”

“I appreciate the offer, Harry,” she said tersely. “But you’ve already given me the motorbike, that, plus my room and board these past few months, more than makes up for any wages owed me. I guess it is time I moved on to other things. I’ll see you safe home tomorrow morning then clear out my kit from your house.”

“Tonks — I’m not kicking you out, you are welcome to stay at Grimmauld Place whenever you need to, or simply care to. That’s true for all the members of the Order of the Phoenix. You have a place there without charge or obligation to me by right of your membership in the Order. No one is making you leave, or saying you won’t be welcomed back.”

“Thank you, Harry,” she said as she got a better hold on her anger. “Dumbledore always said you were a remarkable wizard, that you were worth saving even if you weren’t the one of whom the prophesy spoke. I’m starting to really see what he was talking about now. Let’s not fight over this, what’s done is done.”

Harry took his gear and drove the motorbike up to the Golden Unicorn to pick up Fleur. When he got there he found her waiting.

“Well hello!” purred Fleur in obvious excitement. “Is this yours, Harry?”

“It actually belonged to Sirius Black. He left it to me and I gave it to Tonks as a present. She’s letting me use it tonight. It flies too.”

“Oh, my goodness, I remember hearing mum talk about it. Sirius used to cruise all over Godric’s Hollow on this picking up young witches. Mum said he used to call it his pussy magnet.”

“Well I don’t know about that,” said a slightly embarrassed Harry.

“It’s attracting me,” she said as she lightly licked her lips. Harry started feeling a twitching in his pants as he began to feel aroused. “Gabrielle is going to help Mum set up rooms for those who’ve already made reservations, then come over. I’m going to carry you over to the villa. But I want to ride over on the bike.”

“I guess it would be all right to give you a short ride.”

“Tell you what, Harry, give me a ride, and show me how to drive it. Then let me take it for a spin and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“What happens if I say no?” asked Harry teasingly, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

“Veelas have special sexual powers, Harry,” she said with one hand gently resting on Harry’s thigh, and edging over to his groin. She leaned in and gently kissed his cheek; at once Harry began to feel a great desire come over him. “We are descended from the ancient Priests and Priestesses of Venus, and have the power to control the oldest old magic of all, sex. If I choose to, I can make you desire me till not just your body but your very soul aches for me, and then cruelly spurn you until you’re in such mental and physical agony from your unfulfilled need that you literally drive yourself mad. How would you like to spend every second of every day wanting me so badly that you’re left in a state of paralyzing torment from which I will never release you? Unable to sleep, or eat, or relieve the terrible gnawing lust that burns in your tender young manhood. Knowing that you’re doomed to slowly slip into madness? Hummm? Now can I ride your fucking motorcycle, Harry? …Pretty please?”

“I’d be happy to let you ride my bike,” said Harry. Anything to avoid a fate like that.

Fleur grinned as she threw a leg over the bike behind Harry. “I thought you’d see it my way,” she whispered in his ear.

With Fleur acting as guide, Harry took the bike out of town and onto the open road. When they were in clear country, he went airborne and showed Fleur how everything worked. She kept a tight hug on Harry with her arms wrapped around his lower waist. After a while of flying she let her hands drop to Harry’s groin, one hand cupped Harry’s testicles through his trousers and began a massaging movement. The other hand began to gently stroke his cock. Harry found that he couldn’t concentrate on anything but her after she started doing that. After a short time he began to feel like he was going to hyperventilate.

“Why don’t we go back down now and let me try driving it for a while,” she purred.

“All right,” was all Harry could manage to mutter. She stopped the rubbing so Harry could land without crashing, and they switched places. Harry was apprehensive about Fleur driving the big bike, but it responded to her from the start. She took off down the narrow country road at top speed and with a quick pull went into the air. Harry had been scared the first time he flew with Tonks, but riding behind Fleur, if anything, was worse. She pulled turns and loops that Tonks hadn’t even tried, squealing in sheer delight the whole time. But the bike always responded to her. Harry was a bit queasy, but he managed to stay on. All he could credit his survival to was his years of practice at catching snitches on the Quidditch field.

After about half an hour of this they came in sight of the Delacour villa and Fleur made a near perfect touchdown at the gates. With a wave of her wand the gates opened and they went to the front door. Getting off the bike, Fleur pushed Harry against the wall beside the door and gave him a full deep kiss with her tongue slipping between his lips. She gently brought her knee up between Harry’s legs and began massaging his groin with it as she kissed him.

“Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, Harry,” she said nearly breathlessly. Harry felt an irrepressible wave of desire come over him; he had never wanted a girl as badly as he wanted Fleur right now, not even Ginny. “You’ve been a very good boy, and good boys get rewarded don’t they?”

With that Fleur pushed back from Harry. “But we’ll save the reward for later on tonight.” Then she picked up Harry’s bag and went inside leaving Harry gasping for breath with a burning desire in his groin. This was definitely one unusual day.

The desire seemed to burn down a bit inside the villa. Fleur showed Harry his room for the night and told him to get comfy, as they didn’t bother to dress for dinner. Harry took a quick shower to cool down, and lay out on the bed a bit to dry. As it got near to dinnertime he put on a pair of slacks, a pullover t-shirt, and his trainers. He was just going out when an elf appeared.

“Master, dinner is ready. Mistress Desiree has requested you to eat with them on the sundeck of the veranda.”

Following the elf to the veranda, Harry saw a wonderful meal laid out in the last rays of the evening sun. As he wondered where the others were, he saw them get up from the deck chairs they had been lying in. Harry learned that when Fleur had said that they didn’t dress for dinner she wasn’t kidding. The three women were stark naked except for flip-flops. The elves brought them all a short and very sheer robe that barely extended below their pubic region. In the sunlight the robes didn’t hide anything. Harry could only stare at them; they were every bit as beautiful as he had thought they would be uncovered. Their bodies were perfectly proportioned; they were perfectly groomed in their nether regions. No man, or wizard, could help but desire them as he gazed upon them.

“Harry,” said Desiree. “I think you are a bit over dressed for dinner. Are you trying to embarrass us?”

“No, Ma’am,” he stuttered. “I just didn’t realize… I mean expect to see you like this.”

The girls surrounded him and then started to take off his clothes. Harry was enjoying it until they got to his pants. Harry wondered if they would think him so nice when they saw how small he was. When he was exposed, all of them looked at his small but very erect penis, which bulged out in excitement. They stared, but they made no comment. A similar robe was brought for Harry to wear; it was very light and quite comfortable.

The meal was excellent once Harry got used to everyone being practically naked. They sat in the dim light with darkness all around them for several hours talking of Hogwarts and the events of the Triwizard tournament and what had come after. There was one thing that the trio seemed more interested in hearing about more than anything else, how Professor Dumbledore had met his end two months earlier. Harry admitted to them that he had really been there as it happened. He felt compelled to share the full story of that tragic night’s events with them even though he had not told it all to his closest friends. When he got to the conclusion they were all crying, and he himself had tears in his eyes.

“Albus truly loved you, Harry,” said Desiree as the girls nodded in agreement. “I know that everything he did had a purpose, he saw that you were the one that had to survive that night, not him.”

“Mum,” said Fleur, anxious to change the subject. “Harry has Sirius’ bike, I finally got to ride on it after all that time listening to him tell about all the stuff he used to do on it.”

“When did Sirius tell you all about the bike?” asked Harry.

“Sitting around the table just like you are now, talking after dinner,” said Desiree. “When you and your friend, Hermione, freed Sirius from Hogwarts he didn’t have any place to go other than here. We took him in and let him hide out from the Ministry in the basement in his old quarters and heal up over the next year or so. The year after that he moved between here and Grimmauld House, till his death.”

“But I saw Sirius near Hogsmeade and he looked like a vagrant, and said he had been living on rats.”

Desiree and her girls laughed. “Oh, yes, I remember that now,” said Desiree. “Sorry to tell you this but he was putting you on, Harry. If you thought he had a hideout you would have started asking questions. So he fixed himself up that way to throw you off. He wasn’t really missing any meals, and he was spending a good many nights with an elf in his room too. I mean he was the manager of the Unicorn before me, and your father’s partner.”

“If he had worked here before, didn’t the Ministry suspect anything and search the place?”

“Oh, they sniffed around and asked questions. Once Albus learned the truth about Sirius from what you told him at Hogwarts he arranged for Sirius to take shelter here after you set him free from the tower. The elves were informed that Sirius was innocent; they would have killed him otherwise for betraying their Master to his death. Albus had some of the elves take on Sirius’ appearance and allow themselves to be seen all over the country to lay false trails away from Godric’s Hollow; and he brought Kingsley in on the truth about Sirius so he could mislead the Auror’s investigation away from the Unicorn. All in all, we saw to it he was perfectly safe and comfortable here.”

Harry yawned as he tried to take all this newfound knowledge into his mind. Not only Dumbledore, but Sirius as well, had known about all of this the whole time and never said a word to him. Fleur noticed, “Mum, I think Harry needs a bit of a rest for right now, don’t you think?”

Despite the nap that Harry had taken following the amazing sex with Poontang, Harry was tired. He wanted a hot bath and a soft bed, a pair of cotton gloves would be nice too. The elves came in and started clearing the table. Harry saw the two girls go to their mother and have a family discussion. They looked back in Harry’s direction several times. It was obvious to Harry that the girls were trying to convince their mother to do something for them. Eventually, she appeared to relent and left for her room for a short while. When she returned she handed a small jar to Fleur, and then announced she was retiring for the night. She gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and left for her room. Gabrielle soon followed after giving Harry a similar kiss along with a strangely amused smile.

Harry was left with Fleur, who looked slightly amused at him from across the table. “I seem to recall that I owe you a reward for letting me ride your bike this afternoon. I guess it’s time I kept my end of the bargain.”

“That’s not necessary,” said Harry in a fumbling kind of way. “I was happy to ride with you. I didn’t really expect a reward.”

“I always keep my word, Harry,” she said as she took off her robe, and then Harry’s robe. Then she led Harry to the large hot tub set into the floor of the veranda.

“I know that, but I’m really kind of tired…,” said Harry, but his argument was cut short as he felt Fleur’s strong hand wrap around his scrotum like steel bands. The pressure was not great enough to cause intense pain, but was sufficient to cause discomfort and show Harry who was presently in charge of the situation.

“Please don’t try to deny me, Harry,” she said quite pointedly. “It always makes me cross, and you don’t want to upset me. I promise you that.”

Harry resigned himself to his fate and surrendered to her will. He was gently pulled by his balls into the swirling warm waters. Fleur wrapped her arms around him and they began to kiss passionately. The old feeling that Harry had experienced when he arrived of desperately wanting Fleur returned. Everything other than Fleur became a blur to Harry. After a while in the waters, Fleur led him out and dried him off. He returned the favor upon her, and they went to Fleur’s room.

Fleur lay Harry on his back upon her bed and gazed down at his crotch. Harry began to have feelings of inadequacy thinking Fleur was disappointed in what she saw, but she only met his eye and winked.

“Harry, have you never trimmed yourself down there?” she asked with a grin.

“No, I never had the need, and I didn’t think guys did that.”

“You would be surprised how much more manly it would make you look to do a bit of grooming. I think I’ll take on the task of fixing you up.”

With her wand she made a pair of scissors, a small comb, and a straight razor appear beside the bed. She trimmed Harry’s wild mat of pubic hairs and shaved the edges clean. To Harry’s chagrin she began to play with his cock to make him rock hard, and would then simply swipe the straight razor across his groin. Each time Harry would jump as it seemed certain that she was bound to cut off a vital part of his anatomy, but every stroke only cleanly removed unwanted hair.

“You know, Harry, most men never realize that with a little grooming they can create an optical illusion that makes their dicks look larger, and more attractive, to a woman.”

Gently holding Harry’s cock in her fingers, she knelt over and took him in her mouth. Harry gasped in ecstasy as she slid her tongue around the head and then stroked her mouth all the way down his shaft to the root. She repeated this motion several times until Harry was sure he could hold himself no longer. It was then that she pulled out the small jar of ointment that her mother had given her earlier and opened it. It had a strange smell, sort of like cooked pears. Fleur produced a small stick and proceeded to smear a thin coating of the ointment on Harry’s cock.

“This is a special lubricant my mother makes,” she said to Harry. Then she simply lay down beside him in the bed and spread her legs invitingly. “Fuck me, Harry,” was all she said as she stared into his deep green eyes.

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He rolled over, got on top of Fleur, entered her, and there in her bed they made love between the satiny sheets until Harry was mentally and physically drained. Harry had never felt a sensation with Tonks as he did now with Fleur. As he made love to her, he had an odd feeling in his penis, as if it was being pulled in all direction by the strong silky muscles inside her vagina. Only when Harry had surrendered his last spurt of manseed to Fleur did the intense desire he had felt for her begin to dissipate. Harry lay back on the pillows intertwined with Fleur, and soon the two of them slipped into a deep peaceful sleep.

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Harry awoke bathed in the morning sunshine in Fleur’s room. Harry looked around for his clothes a bit until he remembered that he hadn’t been wearing any last night when he had come in here. Curiosity got the better of him and he looked around Fleur’s bedroom. It seemed pretty much like a standard bedroom except for two oddities. In the corner was a large bird perch, and there was a large empty picture frame beside the bed. Magical photography captured more than just the light image, it captured a bit of the person too. The people in those images could move around from picture to picture as they needed to. It was even used as a method of communication in some instances. Whomever this picture was of, they were out at the moment. Maybe they were with the missing bird.

Moving towards the door Harry stepped in front of the full-length mirror. For the first time Harry got to see the effects of last night’s grooming job on his crotch. It looked surprisingly sexy to Harry. He hoped Tonks would like it and Ginny too, of course. The big surprise was that Fleur was right; his dick did look bigger, and even felt bigger. But Harry was puzzled how the trim job had helped. Always before the tip of his limp cock had barely reached the downward curving edge of his scrotum, it just lay there on his ballsack. Now it hung, actually hung, about half way down the scrotum. It was almost as if it was an inch or more longer. This was some damn good optical illusion.

There was a soft tap at the door and an elf came in carrying Harry’s robe and flip-flops. “Master, breakfast is ready on the veranda; Mistress Desiree invites you to join her there when you are ready.”

“Thank you,” said Harry. Harry was a bit relieved to find that the ladies were similarly dressed as him for breakfast. He sat down before a scrumptious looking meal. There beside his plate was a small medallion about 2 inches in diameter. It appeared to be of plain bronze with a hole through which a chain might be passed.

“The portkey has been made ready for you, Harry,” said Desiree. “All you have to do to enter your flat unseen is touch your wand to the medallion. Speak your name clearly, and you’ll enter the oubliette, and then look for wall with the four marauder’s animal forms on it. Fleur said that you could cast a patronus charm quite well, so for added security you must cast your patronus at that wall to enter. Anything else and the intruder is trapped. You must be some place where you can apparate to use the portkey, so it won’t work on the Hogwarts grounds I’m afraid. To leave unseen, enter the oubliette from the panel and apparate out to the point outside you entered from.”

“That seems to be quite secure,” said Harry. “Professor Dumbledore once told me that a wizard’s patronus is unique to the wizard. It would be nice if I could just apparate between here and there though.”

“That’s true, Harry,” said Madam Delacour. “However, the protective wards around Hogwarts are too strong. I would also be careful not to just step outside the gate and use the portkey straight here. Magic leaves a trace, and sometimes that trace can be followed. I’d apparate to a known safe place, or use several jumps, and never use the same places on the return trip. Pick a completely different route back. Definitely have several safe places to go to, makes it harder to ambush you.”

“I own Sirius Black’s old family home in London, it is unplottable to others, but I can apparate into it.”

“Well that’s more secure than just an open landing somewhere. Try not to be predictable. The Unicorn is the most secure place for you as long as no one connects you to it. Not Voldemort, not the Ministry.”

“One question I wanted to ask,” said Harry. “I can’t apparate out of Hogwarts, but can my elves apparate in to me on the grounds?”

“Not inside Hogwarts,” Desiree said. “The elves inside Hogwarts can apparate from inside the grounds to other parts of the grounds, because they have to perform their work. But no, you can’t apparate here from your dorm, and you can’t have Poontang apparate to you inside your dorm. However, you can rent a room in Hogsmeade and call her to come to you there and have a nice go of it.”

Harry blushed to think that she had foreseen his devious plans for getting laid regularly while at Hogwarts, especially if Ginny were forbidden to return by her mum. In fact, Harry had already given a good bit of thought to his upcoming plans. He didn’t have to show up at Hogwarts to start term until Monday afternoon, which was still five days away.

It was clear that Tonks had other matters on her mind now than Harry. It was a bit hurtful to him that she was fucking Phingarbang, but Harry had been handed the best fall back plan anyone could ask for. He would go back to Grimmauld House with Tonks. See her off, then apparate back to the flat at Godric’s Hollow and spend a long weekend there fucking Ginny’s brains out, with Poontang standing in for Ginny.

The thought excited Harry; he was getting more lustful as his sexual experience grew. This morning instead of feeling drained, he felt ready to go again. After breakfast the girls returned to the Unicorn to set up for the coming day. Harry retrieved his gear from his room and dressed for outdoor travel. Taking the bike out onto the road Harry began to wish he hadn’t given it to Tonks. He had grown more attached to it, and who knows, maybe it was a pussy magnet. Still Harry had given his word, and Tonks had done him a great service in getting him safely away from the Dursleys, and getting him laid the first time. Despite the sex with Phingarbang, Harry still cared for her.

Harry came back to the hotel room to find Tonks had packed her stuff already. She was ready to travel and had on a soft T-shirt that fit loosely over her breasts. As usual she had no bra on underneath. She was wearing a short skirt that lightly brushed the tops of her boots at a little above knee level. She had a sort of sad look on her face. She knew that despite all her preparation that Harry was having trouble with the idea that she wasn’t his girl. She had given him his first taste of sex, but it was only ever intended to be a taste. She needed other men, Harry needed other women, it was best for both of them that they part now.

“Get your gear ready to leave, Harry,” she said. “We need to get back.”

Harry put his pack in the trunk and Tonks reduced it to a manageable size. She really liked Harry and felt for him. She had been his first, and that created a bond that was strong in a young man. As far as she knew, Harry had not had sex since coming here, no wonder he was so upset. One more quickie to relieve him wouldn’t hurt anything.

Tonks walked over to Harry and caressed him in her arms. She kissed him and played casually with his hair. “How ‘bout a little breakup sex before we leave, Harry?” she said looking deep into Harry’s green eyes. “One last time for the road?”

Harry seemed to brighten at the prospect of sex. “How will we do it?” he asked.

“How ‘bout I lay on the table and you stand in front of me?” she answered. Harry nodded and Tonks put a cushion on the table, raised her skirt, slipped off her thong knickers, and lay down on the table, legs in the air. Harry unzipped his trousers and dropped them and his pants to the floor. Harry noticed that Tonks looked at his new trim job around his cock, and seemed puzzled. However, she said nothing as Harry slid between her legs and she put the heels of her boots on his shoulders. Harry slipped into her and quickly got into rhythm. It was strange, thought Harry; it even felt different fucking her now. Harry felt like his cock really was a bit longer and that he was stroking deeper into Tonks. After a few minutes of this he could feel the pressure mounting in his balls, a few more short strokes and he knew he would cum.

As he approached climax, Harry heard several loud cracking sounds in the room with them. Tonks yelled and immediately tried to disengage herself from Harry by pushing him back away from her. Harry, in a state of confusion, took a half step back and his still erect cock came free of Tonks. A moment later, as Harry was still trying to understand what had happened, he felt a solid blow to his scrotum that caused him to ejaculate en masse all over Tonks lower abdomen.

In the fraction of a second before his brain succumbed to intense pain, Harry realized that he had been kicked in the balls by someone immediately behind him. Harry fell to the floor while hearing the sound of a human screaming, barely realizing that it was he who was doing the screaming. Unknown to him at the moment, Harry’s backward step had indeed been fortunate. The vicious kick he received had been aimed at burying the toe of his attacker’s shoe deeply into his scrotum. This would undoubtedly have ruptured at least one, maybe both, of Harry’s testicles; but his sudden step back had caused the attacker’s kick to overshoot its target and miss doing the massive damage that had been intended. Instead, the instep had produced a hard slapping blow on the testicles, and the toe had struck the base of Harry’s erect penis. Harry was still left in excruciating pain, but not as badly injured as the attacker thought.

Through pain-blurred vision Harry saw Palimony Phingarbang use the Accio spell to take his and Tonks’ wands from the table. Standing to his left, with an evil grin on his face, was Constable McCann. To the right of Phingarbang stood a Death Eater that Harry had encountered before, it was Mr. Crabbe. Crabbe used his wand to issue an Incarcerus spell on Tonks. What looked like ropes of glowing light appeared and wrapped around her arms pinning them to her sides, a second set of these ropes appeared around her ankles rendering her unable to use her boots.

As Harry rolled in agony he saw the face of his attacker, it was Bellatrix LeStrange, the Death Eater who had killed Sirius. She stepped up to Harry and stepped down on his writhing head with her high heels, pinning him to the floor. Harry was helpless as Bella began laughing at his plight.

“Catch you fuckers at a bad time?” leered Bella. “Pants down, pecker out, eh, Harry? Don’t worry; we won’t be here all that long, just a little bit of business to transact with you two. In your case, my dear Nymphadora, it’s family business. So how’s my least favorite niece been doing lately? Been getting enough from the little boys?”

Looking at Tonks with a baleful glare of sheer hate, Bella said, “I know that you killed Rastaban, you bitch. You used some damned spell to cut him up and then you killed him. Well payback time is here.”

Tonks had tried to break the bonds holding her but couldn’t, so she settled herself on the edge of the table to let their attackers play out their hand. They had the upper hand and knew it, they were cocky and wanted to enjoy what they were about to do to their prisoners.

“Hello, Harry,” said Crabbe looking across to the struggling Harry. “You are invited to have afternoon tea with the Dark Lord himself, we are your escort. Sorry but your, ah, PA, I believe she’s called, isn’t invited. Doesn’t matter though, she has a conflicting appointment anyway — in hell.”

Though Bella had scores to settle with both her prisoners, she in particular wanted to punish Harry for making her look bad before the Dark Lord. Then there was the death of her brother-in-law. She had always thought that Rastaban was a complete nutter, and certainly wouldn’t miss the silly prat. Despite that, he was family and taking vengeance for Rastaban’s death would improve her standing with the Dark Lord. Harry’s sin had been far worse as it had been directly against her.

Breaking Harry’s balls was just the start of what she would do to the little son of a bitch. By taking care of Potter she would return to the Dark Lord’s good graces, the first step to supplanting Snape. As Harry squirmed in pain beneath her she shifted her foot so that the point of her spike heel dug into the soft flesh just beneath the jaw. There were bundles of nerves there that made excellent targets for tormenting a prisoner. She shifted her weight to dig the heel into the tissue while holding the head flat against the carpet. Harry tried to scream but his voice could only produce a weak roar under the pressure of Bella’s heels.

Crabbe in particular seemed more interested in wanting to see Tonks in torment, and he wasn’t the only one. Phingarbang’s muggle servant, Constable McCann, seemed to have understandably developed an intense hatred of Tonks. While Bellatrix would normally disapprove of a muggle being allowed to torture magi, she definitely felt that an exception could be made in this case. She’d let the boys have their fun with the little cunt. It would be interesting to let Harry squirm under her heel as he watched what happened to his little playmate as a precursor to what was in store for him.

“You don’t seem so tough now, bitch,” jeered McCann.

“Neither did you, thumb-dick, when you were holding your nuts on the sidewalk the other day,” replied Tonks mockingly. “By the way, were you able to wash the shit stains out of your pants, or did you have to throw them away?”

McCann took a step towards Tonks and raised his nightstick threateningly before her. “For half a knut I’d break every bone in your body, and ram this up your cunt hole till you begged me to kill you,” he said.

Tonks looked at Phingarbang and Crabbe and said, “If you are going to kill me just get it over with, instead of letting this fucking muggle moron bore me to death with his empty threats.”

“Who says they are empty threats?” replied Crabbe with an evil grin.

“I’m a direct descendent of half the most ancient and noble houses in the wizarding world, including the house of Black. Aunt Bellatrix, surely not even you would let a filthy, pathetic, muggle slave lay hands on a witch of your own family,” Tonks said with her disgust of McCann very evident.

McCann went red in the face at the last insult, but he looked at Bellatrix before making any movement. Bellatrix looked quizzically at the two wizards for a moment then smiled and nodded at them. Crabbe met McCann’s eye and nodded his head towards Tonks. McCann beamed, he had permission to torture and kill a witch.

“Break her in eights,” said Bellatrix with a cruel leer on her face. “Break the arm and leg bones above and below the center joint, then hold her down and rape her hard. Shake her up a bit so you can hear the shattered bones grating on each other. When you’re done with that, gouge out her eyes and crush her throat. That’ll serve her for what she’s done.”

McCann swaggered up to Tonks and lifted her chin with his nightstick. “I’m going to fuck you up, bitch; I’m going to make this hurt good and deep.” He then took a step back and decided that the first blow with the nightstick would break Tonks’ left arm between the wrist and elbow.

The agony that Harry had felt from Bella’s kick to his balls had begun to subside to the point that Harry could just manage to focus on what was happening. Thinking that Harry’s balls were ruptured from the kick she had given him, Bella incorrectly interpreted his ceasing to thresh about under her shoe heel as a indication that Harry was slipping into shock from the pain and internal injuries. Bellatrix lifted her shoe heel from Harry’s head and stepped past him to stand beside Phingarbang. She had become intrigued with watching the show as McCann prepared to torture Tonks to death. Slowly McCann raised his nightstick.

McCann's intended blow never landed. At that moment, Harry saw Tonks’ enchanted boots magically seem to swell. The arresting bands holding her feet were stretched and snapped. Tonks was free to move her legs. Still leaning against the table for balance, Tonks swung a deadly bootheel at McCann’s midsection; Harry saw the razor sharp blade extend from the spike heel. The blade caught McCann just below the ribcage on his left side and came out his lower right side above the hipbone with a sickening slurping sound. A thin red line showed where the entire width of McCann’s torso had been cut diagonally nearly halfway to the backbone. With a deft twist, Tonks brought the heel back across McCann’s belly from upper right to lower left side, reversing the line of the first cut, making a bloody X across McCann’s abdomen. McCann was frozen in his motion and looked down in horror at where he had just been gutted. Tonks used the table behind her for support and stomped McCann’s shoulder hard. The force of it spun him around to face the trio of Death Eaters behind him, who were frozen in shock at the unexpected counter attack.

Before the three Death Eaters could gather their wits to respond, Tonks jumped into the air and with a flying kick put the soles of both boots across McCann’s back opposite the cut she had just made with as much force as she could muster. The impact on McCann’s body literally detached the intestines and sent them flying out of the body cavity, along with a great spewing gout of blood, into the Death Eater’s faces. Then McCann’s screaming body collapsed against Phingarbang and Bellatrix, sending them reeling. Tonks fell hard onto the floor with her arms still bound to her sides.

Phingarbang stumbled and nearly fell to the floor; trying to catch himself, he lost his grip on the captured wands and dropped them in front of Harry. Adrenaline pumping, and desperately fighting the pain in his groin, Harry mustered all the concentration that he could to reach out towards his wand and will it to jump into his hand. To his surprise, and relief, it did. “Thanks Moody,” Harry thought to himself. Harry could now fight back. Of the three dark wizards, only Phingarbang immediately noticed that Harry had retrieved his wand. He shifted positions to bring his wand to bear upon Harry. Crabbe and Bellatrix were busy trying to kill Tonks with their wands.

Harry pointed his wand at the center of Phingarbang’s body, focused his mind on the image of Phingarbang atop Tonks having sex with her and now being a part of trying to kill her. With this came the true desire for Phingarbang to die. Harry spoke the killing curse, “AVADA KADABRA,” and a beam of green light shot from Harry’s wand and hit Phingarbang in the chest. Harry saw the life go out of Phingarbang’s eyes as he fell away from Harry, and fell against Bellatrix. The already off balance Bella misstepped in the pool of blood and the spike heel of her left shoe came down on a slimy, still wiggling, piece of McCann’s intestine. The heel became caught in the intestine and slipped sideways on Bella’s foot, wrenching her ankle painfully. Screaming in pain, Bella was dropped down hard on her arse; causing her to drop her wand.

With a look of sheer terror at the corpse of Phingarbang, Crabbe now saw that Harry was the primary threat and shifted his wand away from Tonks towards Harry. Harry screamed in pain as he rolled on the floor to avoid Crabbe’s killing curse that hit the floor where Harry had been lying only a second before. Crabbe was attempting to take another shot at Harry when Tonks rolled on the floor until she was lying next to Crabbe and jabbed her boot heel with the blade extended deep into Crabbe’s lower right side. With a vicious downward slash she raked the blade down his lower abdomen and thigh to the knee joint. The flesh was laid open to the bone.

Crabbe dropped his wand and clutched his side screaming in mortal terror and agony. Bella recovered her wand and aimed it at Tonks who was struggling to get within striking range of her. “AVADA KADABRA,” yelled Bellatrix. The flash of deadly green light from her wand hit Tonks in the chest. Tonks immediately went limp and fell back to the floor.

Harry screamed in rage and aimed a killing curse at Bellatrix. Bellatrix just barely dodged it. Instead, the spell hit a heavy wooden chair beside the coffee table in the room. In a flash of light, the chair disintegrated, showering Bellatrix and Crabbe with a storm of flaming splinters. Kneeling on the floor, her ankle in pain, soaked in the blood of her companions, and bleeding from wounds caused by the splinters, Bella looked in absolute astonishment at what she had just seen. Never before had she witnessed a curse of such power, not even from the Dark Lord. In the few seconds before she remembered where she was it would have been easy for Harry to have finished off Bellatrix, except that Harry was equally astonished by what he himself had just done.

Bellatrix was the first to recover her senses, but she was in too much pain from her twisted ankle to continue the fight. Her thoughts now centered on escape from the fury she had unleashed. She quickly reached over to grab the screaming and writhing Crabbe by the arm and disapparated with him.

The fight was over, the room went silent. The silence was broken only a few moments later by a rasping gurgle as the death rattle escaped from the throat of Constable McCann as he lay in a pool of his own blood. Harry was left alone in the room with the corpses of Phingarbang, McCann, and Tonks. Still suffered from the terrible pain he felt in his groin, Harry tried to get to Tonks. He knew she needed help, he called out to her, but there was no answer. He had to help her, he tried crawling, but pain caused his body to convulse and stop responding. Harry’s mind started going blank, he couldn’t focus anymore. The light in the room faded, and then went dark.