Chapter 24: Recruiting an Army

Revenge on the Dursleys -- as sweet as it had been -- had accomplished nothing.  Muggles -- powerless creatures -- they couldn't have harmed him.  Still, they were where they belonged. 

Harry --Khurban -- was alone.  Voldemort had an army of Death Eaters  Khurban needed an army of his own.  More than fifty boys had been neutered by Malfoy and the Death Eaters.  Most of them were bitter and would want revenge.  If they joined him, they would not only have revenge, but he would fashion cocks and balls for them like the cock he'd used on Dudley. 

He would recruit an army of eunuchs to fight Voldemort, promising them the restoration of their manhood, giving them a reason to win.  It also gave him an idea for his revenge on Ron for his betrayal.  He grew a cock and set of balls on himself, not a twelve inch monster as before, but a seven inch cock, larger than his original had been -- the size of Dean Thomas's cock.  He'd been envious of Dean's cock. 

Instead of beetle eggs, his gonads contained sperm, Khurban's, not Harry's DNA.  Although Khurban had begun with Harry's DNA, it had been altered by the potion.  He was no longer Harry Potter.  He hadn't just chosen the name, Khurban.  He was Khurban.

Ron loved Hermione.  She would be the mother of a new race.  She would be the mother of Khurban's first child.

He found her at the library at Hogwarts, doing the research he'd asked her to do.  She was sitting alone at the back of the library, books spread out on her table, some open -- some closed with book markers stuck in their pages.  She had two books in front of her, her right hand on one and her left hand on the other, marking the pages of each with her fingers, as she glanced back and forth from one book to the other, reading both faster than most people could read one.  Intelligent and one of the best wizards of her age, she would be a proper mother for his new race.

Wearing his invisibility cloak, he walked up to her.  "Hermione," he said, "it's me, Harry."

"Harry?"

"Shh -- come with me," he said.

"But -- wha --"

"I'll tell you later," he whispered, "not here.  Someone will be suspicious if they see you talking to thin air."

Standing up, Hermione began gathering up the books from the table to put them away.  "Leave them," Khurban said.

"I can't do that, Harry," said Hermione.  "It wouldn't be right."

"You can come back to put them away.  This is more important.  I need to talk to you."

Caught between two obligations, Hermione closed the open books, then followed him out of the library, pinching a fold of his cloak between her fingers so she'd know where he was.  Once out in the hallway, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the potion room," said Khurban.  He'd been born there.  It was only right that his son -- because he knew it would be a son -- would be conceived there.

Once in the potion room, Hermione said, "Take off the cloak, Harry.  I want to see you."

"Before I do, I have to tell you that I've changed.  You might not recognize me at first, but if you look closely, you'll see that I'm Harry."

"What happened to you, Harry?"

"I took a potion -- a potion of power so I could fight Voldemort on even terms.  It's changed me."  He pulled off the cloak.

Hermione gasped, reaching for her wand.

"No," said Khurban, "look closely Hermione.  It's really me, Harry.  Can't you tell?"

She hesitated, lowering her wand, "It is you, isn't it, Harry?  But you've changed   A potion did this to you?"

"Yes," he said, "a Potion of Power."

"I've never heard of a Potion of Power.  Where did you get it?  No -- you didn't, Harry.  You didn't get it from Snape's book."

"Yes," he said.  "I found it in Snape's book."

"Why, Harry?  I warned you.  I told you to destroy that book."

"Voldemort killed Colin," he said.  "I could do nothing to stop him.  I wasn't strong enough.  Now, I am."

"I knew you didn't kill Colin, Harry, despite what the Daily Prophet said    He -- she -- loved you, Harry.  I knew you loved her, too."

"Yes," said Khurban, remembering only that Harry had loved Colin, but not remembering the emotion, itself.

"Did you kill Kreacher?  The Daily Prophet said you did."

"I killed Kreacher.  He was responsible for Colin's death.  He took her out to Bellatrix, who took her to Voldemort.

"What happened?  How did you escape Voldemort?"

"Colin -- Colin's spirit -- saved me.  Voldemort's curse rebounded back onto him, killing him."

"Then -- Voldemort's dead?" Hermione asked, opening her eyes and mouth wide.

"He'll reincarnate.  It used up one of his horcruxes, though.  Have you had any luck finding the others?"

"Not yet.  So far, McGonagall won't let me look through Dumbledore's papers, and I haven't been able to find anything in the library.  I'll keep looking, though.  Have you talked to Ron?  He's worried about you."

"Ron betrayed me.  He told Voldemort that I wouldn't be home.  That's how they knew to come for Colin."

"You can't believe that.  Ron would never betray you."

"He used the Infantiliamus spell on me, didn't he?

"He was under an Imperious Curse," said Hermione.  "Bill put it on him."

"So it was Bill?" Khurban said.  "I thought it must have been him.  How do you know Ron's not still under an Imperious Curse?"

"Lupin took it off."

"Are you forgetting that Greyback also bit Lupin?  How can we be certain Lupin's not one of them?"

"Lupin was Sirius's friend.  He was your father's friend.  How can you think he could be your enemy?

"I wouldn't have ever thought Bill could be either -- or Ron -- but it must have been Ron.  You and he were the only ones, who know I was coming."

"Dennis knew you were there," said Hermione.

"Colin's was his sister.  He wouldn't have betrayed his own sister."

"That's was the problem, Harry.  Don't you see? Colin was his sister, not the brother Dennis thought she should be."

"Do you have any proof it was Dennis?"

"No," said Hermione.  "I just know it wasn't me -- and it couldn't have been Ron.  It just couldn't have been Ron."  Then, looking around the potion room, she asked, "What are we doing here, Harry?"

"This is where I was born," he said.

"What do you mean, this is where you were born?"

"I'm no longer Harry Potter, Hermione.  The potion changed me.  I'm something else, now.  I'm much more than Harry ever was, more than he could have ever become."

"You're frightening me, Harry.  You sound like Voldemort."

"I'm more than Voldemort.  I'll become more powerful than he could have imagined."  Hermione raised her wand, but Khurban had the advantage of not needing a wand for simple spells. "Petrificus Totalus," he said sub vocally, and Hermione's arms clamped to her sides.  With her legs also clamped together, she fell to the floor.

"Let me go, Harry.  Please let me go."

"The name is Khurban," he said.  "Harry Potter no longer exists."

"What do you want from me?" asked Hermione.

"I want you to have my child.  You and I will be the new Adam and Eve, the mother and father of an new race."

"I love Ron." she said.  "If I have anyone's child, it'll be his."

"No," said Khruban.  "You'll have mine."  With a wave of his hand, he conjured up a bed, floated Hermione onto it, and with another wave removed her clothes.  She was the third girl -- counting Colin -- he'd seen naked.  She had firm breasts, much as they had, but had a mole on one, next to her nipple.  It was noticeable, but not unattractive.  Her pubic hair was brown like that of the hair on her head.  The color of the pubic hair of each of his women had been different.  Ginny's was red.  Colin's had been blond; and Hermione's was brown.

Khurban removed his clothes.  His silver cock glistened in the moonlight coming in through the small windows at the top of the dungeon room.  They hadn't turned on the lights.  Khurban had thought his appearance would startle Hermione less if the light was dim. 

Releasing the Petrificus Totalus spell, he placed an Imperious Curse on Hermione, insuring that she'd respond to his love making.  "Have you made love to Ron?" he asked, "Or am I the first?"

"Yes," she said, reaching for his cock, then guiding it to her cunt.  "I've fucked Ron."

Well, he wouldn't be her first, as he had been Ginny's and Colin's first, but she would have his child.  Using magic, he readied one of her eggs.  His ejaculate would only contain male sperm.  With a thrust, he slid his silver cock into her.  "Oh --" moaned Hermione, raising her hips, taking in all of his cock.  His slick, hairless, crotch slammed into her soft pubic hair.

It was over all too soon for Hermione.  Fucking her, for Khurban, was only a means of depositing his seed in her fertile womb.  It gave him no pleasure.  Possessed by the Imperious Curse, Hermione wanted more, but the once had been enough.  Khurban knew that new life would take root in Hermione's womb.

"You will go to Scotland," he said.  "I've prepared a house for you there.  You will have my child.  Remember -- the child is more important than your life.  You will do anything to protect it, killing if you must."  He sealed his command with a kiss -- a cold kiss from his thin lips.

She, the first of his army -- through the power of the Imperious Curse -- would be the mother of a new race.

Chapter 25: Seamus Recruits Other Eunuchs