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Chapter 25: Throwdown!

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It was an interesting Sunday for both Harry and Hermione. They both slept late. Hermione kept getting ribbed by the girls over what it had been like to lose her virginity. She was asked if she’d really believed it was Ron on top of her doing the real nasty to her.

“It wasn’t Ron I chose to do it, it was Harry,” she finally said.

“Harry Potter!” they all said in unison. “You lost it to Harry Potter last night?”

“That’s who I really wanted, and it was so real. It was as if it was really him there. The elf was incredible; he knew all types of things about me. It just felt so damned good.”

Madam Hooch watched the scene with a look of mixed concern. She knew who the real owner of the Golden Unicorn was, but was it possible he knew that Hermione was an Inquisitor? Could the two have really…? No … not possible. Just coincidence.

“Well, girls, we need to be getting back and see to our friend Flint at headquarters,” said Hooch. “Hermione, you can stay with us for a bit and help, we’re going to get the rest of what information he has left before he’s Dementor snack. Then it’s back to Hogwarts for our former little virgin.”

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Harry was awakened by Poontang with his lunch. A quick visit from Fleur and Gabrielle led to a trip out to their villa to swim. Afterward Harry asked Fleur about seeing the Garden of Delights, his personal villa. Fleur found that the Inquisition had already left for the weekend and the villa was about to be cleaned by the elves who worked there. Harry asked how to get there using the portal in his flat.

“From your portal you can go there by saying its name,” said Gabrielle. “It’s just like with floo powder, only without the damned mess. But you need to be sure no one is using it or you’ll walk into them.”

“If the villa is to be empty tonight I’d like to spend the night there, that is the place that is really my home.”

“Momma said that you were born in the master bedroom there,” said Fleur. “I guess it’s all right to stay there tonight, the elves who work there won’t need long to clean it. In fact, Poontang’s husband usually works out there.”

Returning to the Unicorn, Harry used the portal to carry him to his real home, the place where he had been born. The villa entry was beautiful, and opened onto a beautiful veranda similar to the one the Delacour’s had. Harry had barely taken three steps when he heard a furious scurry of little feet coming towards him. In short order four male elves were lined up before him bowing low.

“We welcome’s you, Master, to your home,” said one elf as the others nodded vigorously in agreement. “We is here to serve you and your honored guests.”

“Thank you,” said Harry. “What are your names?”

The elves became teary eyed that the Master himself had not only come to see them, but actually wanted to know their names. In roll call fashion, they bowed their heads and sounded off their names.

“I am Muffdiver, good Master.”

“My name is Clitlikker, Master.”

“Master, I am called Muffinbuffer.”

“I am Jizzlobber, Master.”

“Jizzlobber,” said Harry. “Have there been four witches of the Inquisition staying here this weekend? One of them named Hermione?”

“Yes, good Master,” he replied, “they took their leave about an hour ago. We is assigned to clean Master’s home by Mistress Fleur.”

“All of you come with me,” he said and went to the main table on the veranda and sat down. The elves dutifully followed, stopping in a semi-circle before him.

“Master must know what they do here, everything, and I order you to tell me now.”

The elves had no choice, and so they told Harry of the games the Inquisitors played with them. Everything they had the elves do to satisfy them by becoming male sex slaves named Roger (Muffdiver), Dick (Jizzlobber), Peter (Clitlikker), and Percy (Muffinbuffer) was revealed to Master. Harry also found out about the shopping trips and the clothes purchases in the girls rooms.

“What happens when other guests have the villa,” wondered Harry. “Do they get to use the clothes?”

“Oh, no, Master,” said Jizzlobber. “The closets are enchanted, we can make as many as we need for each guest to have their own. When that guest returns for a visit their closet is returned physically to the room just as they left it. Otherwise it is secure from all others.”

“Show me the rooms they all stayed in and their closets. Master orders it.”

The elves hesitated, it had always been strictly forbidden to interfere with a guest’s belongings, but this was the Master speaking and his word was law. They showed Harry each of the rooms. Harry knew when he came to Hermione’s bedroom just from the lingering smell of the perfume and body powder. In her closet Hermione showed that was still the neat and orderly girl Harry had always known. Everything was in its proper place, including the beautiful dress and sandals he had seen her wearing the night before.

Turning to the elves, he told them to continue to clean the other rooms except for this one. He then told them they were to tell no one that they had told him what the guests did, or that they had showed him the rooms. If they were asked, they were to say that Master had toured the house and stayed in the master bedroom after it had already been cleaned. They nodded and left to continue their work.

“Poontang, come to Master,” Harry said quietly. A small pop told him she had arrived. “Poontang, I want you to become the woman you saw Master with last night, and put on the dress and shoes she wore.”

Poontang obeyed, knowing what Master intended next. For Harry it was as close to the real thing as he could get to having Hermione again, but this time there was a difference. Last night Harry had been the submissive, now it was him who was to be satisfied. Harry took Hermione in his arms and began kissing her. He felt the erection start to form in his trousers. Pushing Hermione to her knees he ordered her to set his cock free and suck him down to the root. After only a second of delay he felt the warmth of Hermione’s mouth caress his shaft as the house elf deep throated the full length of Harry’s cock. Harry looked down and saw those pretty brown eyes staring back into his.

Harry had Hermione carry him to the edge then back off. This was repeated several times. Now the main event was about to begin. Slipping off the short dress, Harry laid Hermione on her back on the bed. He placed her sandals on his shoulders and positioned his throbbing cock over her sopping wet pubic cleft. With a single thrust he penetrated her and sank his cock to the furthest depths he could manage. He then took his time knocking on her steadily as she moaned and sighed while moving in time with his thrusts. When Harry was good and ready, he relaxed his muscles and emptied his balls into her with a deeply satisfying sigh of relief.

Harry lay there in the bed Hermione had slept in just a few hours before, the room still smelling of her, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm with the elf still in Hermione’s form held in his arms until he dozed off. He was awakened late that afternoon by Poontang. Desiree and the girls were looking for him to see if he wanted to eat dinner with them. Harry cleaned up and had dinner with the Delacours before returning to the Garden of Delights. During the meal he told them about the workout room he had developed at Hogwarts and was using while there to strengthen himself up. After dinner, he explored the villa some more then returned to Hermione’s room to sleep for the night with Poontang in Hermione’s form.

Harry awoke at 7:00 on Monday morning. Harry knew this time there was no need in getting up too early. Harry stretched and lay there in the perfumed sheets while Poontang in the form of Hermione gave him a wonderful wakeup blowjob. He’d definitely have to have a hot shower before going in, he thought. The last thing he wanted was for Hermione to smell her own perfume on him. While in the shower, Poontang returned to her natural form and brought a piping hot breakfast. Harry used the elf to dress him in a flash and was ready to return to Hogwarts.

Before leaving, Harry gave new instructions to Poontang. She was to tell the elves here to clean Hermione’s room and store her closet exactly as she had left it. He then told Poontang that she was to come to the unused woodshed on the edge of Hogsmeade a half hour after dark and wait unseen for Harry to appear. If Harry wasn’t there by 1:00 to return to the Unicorn and try again the following night.

Harry still had 15 minutes left as Poontang came to him holding a small vial filled with a clear liquid. The elf handed the vial to Harry along with a note from Desiree telling him that the vial contained some of her Honeydew that she had collected while masturbating the night before. She wanted Harry to have it to help him with his workouts. Just one or two drops in a glass of water or juice would give him added energy and aid in rapid muscle development. Finally, it was time to return, and Poontang apparated Harry back to Hogwarts.

There was the familiar pull for a few seconds, then Harry saw the front gates of Hogwarts before him, and a waiting reception party headed by Argus Filch. Behind him were a number of students including Ron and Hermione, who appeared to have just returned herself. Harry quickly figured from the leering smile on Filch’s face that the shit must have hit the fan over what he had said to Dean Thomas. Still, there was nothing to do now but face up to it, fortune favored the brave they say. Anyway, what could they do?

“Well, well, well, finally showed up to face the music have we?” crowed Filch triumphantly. “Come with me, Potter, the Headmistress wishes to see you immediately regarding several infractions of the rules. This may be your last day at Hogwarts, my boy.”

“Seems I’ve heard that codswallop from you before,” said Harry dismissively, as he passed by Filch without missing a step or a sideward glance. The crowd parted to let him pass as Harry raised a hand to wave a finger towards the castle at Filch. Harry could see the look of concern on Hermione and Ron’s faces. Harry tried to smile but he actually only managed a grin that made appear even more contemptuous of those looking at him pass by. Harry did take note that Ginny was not present in the crowd.

Harry’s show of bravado did have one pleasant effect. Filch had expected Harry to be cowed by his intimidation, instead Harry had passed him by on his way in, and now it looked like Harry was escorting Filch in, not the other way around. Filch was forced to break into an awkward run to catch up to and pass Harry that left the out of shape janitor huffing and puffing. When they arrived at the rotating stairway that led up to the Headmistress’ office Filch was wheezing too badly to say the password, so Harry quickly supplied it. When the stairs stopped, Harry was able to get through the antechamber first and to the office door. Harry knocked as was proper and waited till bidden to enter. Inside with the Headmistress were Ginny and Dean Thomas. Harry didn’t like the look on the faces of any of them.

“Good morning, Professor, Ginny, Dean” said Harry in a cheery manner. “Mr. Filch has informed me you wished to see me.”

“That is correct, Mr. Potter,” said McGonagall. “An allegation has been made by Mr. Thomas that you threatened him with violence because he was in the company of a female of a different race Saturday afternoon in the Gryffindor common room following the Quidditch match. Is this true?”

“Absolutely not,” said Harry in a very business like manner. “In fact it’s a damnable lie, and he knows it. I issued him an invitation to violence. Moreover, my dislike for him has nothing to do with his skin color. I judge people by what’s on the inside, and it’s what’s on the inside of him that I despise, just as I despise Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe.”

“He’s as much as admitted it, he threatened me,” shouted Dean.

“I offered you the chance to face me like a man and then offer me insult,” replied Harry.

“And why did you do this, Mr. Potter?” asked McGonagall.

“Mr. Thomas chose to interject himself into my private conversation with Miss Weasley using a very insulting tone towards me as well as false accusations against my character. I informed him in no uncertain terms that this was unacceptable to me and offered to meet him in a private wizard’s duel in the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Thomas is of the age of consent, as am I. My intent in offering him a duel was so that we could meet as wizards and settle our differences in an honorable manner. He declined to meet me and retreated, I allowed the issue to lapse as I saw no further point to pressing it. I completed my business with Miss Weasley and took my leave of the grounds thinking no more of the dispute.”

“Potter’s desire to speak to Ginny was not reciprocated by her. She didn’t want to speak to him, I was only supporting her rights,” retorted Dean hoping to keep the focus on Harry by changing the subject.

“Is that right, Miss Weasley?” asked Professor McGonagall. “Was Mr. Potter’s attempt at conversation with you unwelcome?”

Harry looked searchingly into Ginny’s eyes, was the love she had sworn to him still there? She briefly settled her eyes on Harry, he could see her mind wavering, and then she looked away as she answered. Harry now realized that something was wrong with Ginny; it was as if she was under a spell. This wasn’t Ginny speaking, this wasn’t natural, thought Harry, as it finally hit him that there was more to this than he had previously thought.

“At the time I did not wish to speak to Harry. I was distraught over a personal issue and wanted to have time to myself.”

“What about now?” asked Harry. “Do you still wish my company for the future?”

The silence was deafening. To Harry it was like a stake through his heart.

“I think we need to rethink our previous commitments,” she said somewhat lamely.

“So Mr. Potter was being an annoyance to you?” asked Professor McGonagall. Ginny stared at the floor for a long few seconds, and then simply nodded her head in the affirmative. Dean Thomas beamed a victory smile at Harry. Harry simply looked at Ginny with a look of noncomprehension on his face. It couldn’t be true, Ginny had betrayed him. The gleeful smirk lingering on Dean’s face told Harry who was behind it. Harry realized that Thomas had used some type of magic on Ginny to make her betray him, and it made his blood boil, he swore the bastard would pay dearly for this. But at the moment there was nothing he could do, he closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down.

“Then I apologize to Miss Weasley for being such a boor at a bad time,” said Harry. “I will see to it for my part that she has plenty of time to herself in the future. There, it was all a misunderstanding, now settled. Is that all, Ma’am?”

“I hardly see it as settled,” said Dean in a loud and abrasive tone now that he knew he had humbled Harry, and thought it was safe to talk bold again. “My life was threatened; everyone saw what Potter did to Yaxley.”

“Yes,” said Harry. “And everyone also saw what Potter didn’t do to Thomas when he went away and left Potter alone.”

“I hardly think Mister Potter threatened to kill you, Mr. Thomas, but his actions were inappropriate,” said McGonagall. “I feel that I must take some action in the matter. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mr. Thomas, and to you, Miss Weasley for your contributions on the matter. I need to speak with Mr. Potter in private now if you please.”

Harry watched Ginny leave the office. Only once did she look at him, she saw the hurt in his eyes; he saw the confusion in hers, then she averted her gaze downward and left. Out of McGonagall’s sight, Dean winked at Harry as he pushed past him to follow Ginny. Harry had once heard that vengeance was a dish best served cold, and he silently vowed that it would feel like a fucking blast freezer to Dean when Harry got even with him for this. But that would come later, all he could do for now was maneuver for damage control.

“Mr. Potter, I warned you at the start of the year to stay away from Miss. Weasley, apparently you chose to ignore that warning,” said Professor McGonagall. “You have forced me to act in the best interest of Hogwarts by disciplining you. Therefore, you are to have no further contact with Miss. Weasley in any capacity, you are to avoid contact with Mr. Thomas unless there are witnesses in your presence. Furthermore, you are now restricted to the grounds of Hogwarts until further notice. If you are found to have left the grounds without my express permission you will be expelled from Hogwarts without appeal. As you are legally an adult you can choose to leave Hogwarts at any time of your choosing, but that will permanently terminate your tenure as a student here. In addition, I want you to surrender possession of your invisibility cloak for so long as you choose to remain at Hogwarts. Do you understand this?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Harry with a stoic look on his face, and willing to let pass that he thought the Headmistress was more interested in protecting the interests of her own arse after the debacle of the first week than she was those of Hogwarts. “A question, Ma’am. If I elect to remain what am I to do about my training appointments with Alastor Moody, Ma’am?”

“I would arrange for Alastor to come here and do such training as necessary.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” said Harry. “Am I dismissed, Ma’am.”

“No, you are not, Mr. Potter,” she said in a very terse voice. “It has come to my attention after a bit of investigation by Mr. Filch that two house elves currently employed at Hogwarts are now bonded personally to you, I speak of Winky and Dobby. It is not permitted for students to have their own personal servants here. You will either dismiss them from your service, return them to the service of Hogwarts and my authority, or remove them from the grounds today. Now you are dismissed, Mr. Potter.”

With that, Harry left the office to take the staircase down to the main level. The DADA class had already started so Harry made for the Head Boy’s rooms. There Harry was left alone in his office to fume in anger over the turn of events and to consider his options. Turning out the elves, or giving McGonagall control over them, was out of the question. They would then be able to bond to a new master, and then spill everything Harry had done if they were ordered to do so. They had to leave; but where was the safest place to leave them? Also, Harry had no intention of turning over his invisibility cloak to McG. She’d use it against him. Something was up in all this, thought Harry, there was more to it than simply met the eye.

Harry knew it was impossible to keep a secret at Hogwarts, by this afternoon everyone would know that Harry had been grounded. That squib bastard Filch would make sure of it. Harry would have to get his own breakfast now every morning. “That’s probably how Filch figured it out,” thought Harry, “I wasn’t showing up for breakfast anymore, so somebody was bringing me food.” All Filch had to do was ask the other elves who was bringing Harry his breakfast; they would have been required by their oath of bonding to answer. Harry still had his means of getting around McGonagall’s restriction though.

Harry’s anger grew as he thought of the impropriety of making him do shit like that. Harry briefly considered just leaving, but he was mad now. Damn that Dean Thomas. That also applied to McGonagall’s little helper, Filch. Over the years, Harry had planned a number of methods by which Filch would get what was coming to him, but it now required serious attention.

However, his biggest concern was that what had happened with Ginny. How could she have gone from red-hot to ice cold over him in just two weeks? How had Dean Thomas managed to move back in on her so fast? This wasn’t some bull shit love spell, Hermione would have seen through that in an instant. No, Dean had used something more insidious, and there were probably more involved than just Dean because he wasn’t smart enough to do this all on his own. Harry’s mind wandered to Crabbe and Goyle, but they were even more stupid than Dean at magic like this. Pansy? That was a thought? Hadn’t she said that a Slytherin attack would be more harmful and untraceable to her? This fit the bill perfectly. The more he thought about what had happened, the madder Harry got, and the more determined to remain at Hogwarts. He would find out who was behind this and the offenders would be dealt with. Harry had put up with enough shit in his life already. He now knew who he was, and that he definitely had a life outside Hogwarts. Hell, he was going to be a dad in nine more months. He could go now, but then he’d lose Ginny forever; and the bastards behind this would win. Harry still felt for Ginny despite all that had happened. He had gone into the Chamber of Secrets to save her when she had been under the control of Voldemort. He couldn’t just abandon her now. Leaving would also take him away from Hermione.

Harry still had his two aces in the hole, he had a secret passage from his room to the outside world, and he still had the Golden Unicorn. McGonagall and Moody might expect him to try to get out the front gate unseen, but they didn’t know where Harry’s passage came out. Of course, everyone would be keeping a closer eye on Harry now, there were a good many who would love to get Harry in trouble just for the fun of it.

However, in retrospect, Harry considered that such close attention could be helpful. Harry knew how he could be in two places at once. He knew from his weekend experience that his elves could take any form, even his own. Harry could leave Poontang or Poonanni here in his form in plain sight while he enjoyed the pleasures of the Golden Unicorn. This also brought darker thoughts to Harry’s mind. Harry was getting tired of being shoved around; it was time to shove back. If Harry Potter was under virtual house arrest at Hogwarts, and clearly seen to be there by multiple sets of eyes, then he couldn’t be held responsible for any mischief that might befall Dean Thomas or Argus Filch outside the walls of Hogwarts. Hogwarts would give him an ironclad alibi while he set things square. For the first time since that morning, Harry broke a smile. The situation now bore promise.

For the moment, Harry would have to put aside any thoughts of revenge as presently impractical. Harry would swallow his pride, go downstairs, and go about his business. There were plenty of stares from students in the hallways, but no one said anything. Harry was still Head Boy and could give detentions or take house points for insubordination. Plus, the incident with Yaxley was still in everyone’s mind. There were a few discreet smiles among a few, especially those who had been punished the week before. All of the Slytherins were happy that Harry had been taken down a notch.

The lingering desire to just say ‘fuck it’ remained with Harry all day, but he knew he had good reasons to stay. He still needed to learn from Professor Balzhoff how to use the crystals to capture enemy spirits. Harry needed to learn this skill to face the Dementors that Voldemort would eventually send to attack him. If Harry could learn how to destroy them it would go a long way towards helping him conquer his fear of them. Voldemort would lose a major weapon in his arsenal against him. Besides, Harry knew if got caught outside Hogwarts the only penalty was exile. Therefore, there was really nothing to lose in pretending to follow the rules and yet flaunt them continuously. It might even be fun.

After morning classes, Harry called Winky and Dobby to him in his bedroom. He folded the invisibility cloak and handed it to Dobby to carry away with him. He told them to go to Grimmauld House and remain there unseen until after dark. Then they were to apparate to the woodshed and await instructions from him with Poontang. They were to tell no one of whom they were or what they were doing. The two indicated that they understood. Filch followed Harry and the elves to the front gate of Hogwarts. Harry was careful to remain within the gate as he told them goodbye. Belatedly, Filch noticed that Dobby had the invisibility cloak.

“Wait a minute here,” he snarled. “That there cloak goes to the Headmistress. You bring it back this moment and give it to me, I’ll see after it.”

“That’s not what she told me, only to surrender it, I am, it’s surrendered to my servant to keep for me. Now go on and do as I said, Dobby.” With a quick set of pops, they were gone. Harry deliberately turned his back on the furious Filch and started walked back to the main hall. “Besides,” Harry said over his shoulder as he slowly walked away, “squibs aren’t allowed to possess magical devices … only real wizards.”

Harry silently laughed all the way back to the hall as he heard a string of guttural profanities spewing from Filch. Once in the hall, Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table for lunch. All eyes were on him as he ate. Ron and Hermione sat across and next to him during lunch. It was hard for Harry to be so close to Hermione and not lean across the table and kiss her. Hell, after the day he’d been having he wanted to take her by the hand, carry her up to his room and shag her silly.

“What happened to you, Harry,” asked Ron. “I tried to find you and warn you. You weren’t at Grimmauld house, no one was there but that damned Kreacher. He said he didn’t know where you were and that he couldn’t say anyway if he did know.”

“That’s true,” said Harry. “Too many people know about it being mine now. It’s not safe for me to stay there alone. Kreacher can’t be trusted, so I don’t.”

“But where are you staying, Harry?” asked Hermione. “You can’t be staying in the open.”

Harry knew he couldn’t tell the truth here, but he had to give some answer that would satisfy their curiosity. Besides, Harry had now had a taste of Hermione, and he had liked it. Harry also had the advantage in that he knew where Hermione’s true interest lay; it wouldn’t take much to draw her away from Ron. This was as good a time as any to start laying the groundwork.

“I’m not; there are others now at work against Voldemort besides the Order of the Phoenix. I’m not at liberty to say more without endangering you and them. You already know more than is safe now. But we are in the fight against the Death Eaters; believe me, it’s not easy to keep these things from your friends, but someone has to be out there doing it.”

Harry saw that he was having the intended effect on Hermione. A look of empathy came over her as she saw that Harry was wrestling with the same burden of secrecy as she was. Ron merely had the usual look of non-comprehension on his face as h stuffed food into his mouth.

“What are you doing out there, Harry?” she asked. “Are you looking for the Horcruxes?”

“I can’t say, it’s just too dangerous,” said Harry looking mournful. “It’s just as well that Ginny has come to her senses and dropped me from her life. I can’t say that I didn’t expect her to realize one day that caring for me brought with it a commitment. Others are depending upon me for things more important than a Quidditch pregame party. Plus, I don’t want her to hurt again over me like she did Bill. I know my chances of pulling through war alive are very slim. Ginny deserves better than someone who probably won’t be there when the dust settles on this one.”

“Harry, don’t talk like that!” gasped Hermione. “I don’t want you to die.”

Harry saw the look in her eyes; it was the look that Ginny had once had for him only a few weeks earlier. Fortunately, Ron was too engrossed in finishing lunch to have noticed. “Thank you,” Harry said to her in a sad tone. “I’ll do my best to come through, but the important thing is stopping Voldemort. Ginny doesn’t understand what it means to be part of something that’s more than just yourself. It’s difficult for some to understand it when you bear responsibility to others. You’re part of a team and you don’t want to let the side down.”

“It’s that great git, Thomas,” said Ron with his mouth full. “He’s never given up on getting in her knickers long enough to brag about it to everyone. He has been telling her over and over that if you truly loved her you’d be there for her, not running off all weekend. He’s put it in her head that you must be cheating on her.”

“Well at least that won’t be a problem now that McGonagall has given me indefinite house arrest, as well as stripped me of any personal protection in case I was attacked by Death Eaters in the tower.”

“What do you mean your protection?” asked Ron. “You’re at Hogwarts.”

“So was Dumbledore, Ron,” said Hermione. “Harry’s in the Head Boy’s tower chamber, everybody knows that now. They know where to find you and attack you now don’t they Harry?”

“Yes,” said Harry, who liked the way the conversation had turned, knowing that other nearby ears were straining to listen in. “Winky and Dobby were my elves; I could trust them to guard me while I slept. I had my cloak that I could use to escape if I was trapped, without it; if I’m cornered I’ll die as horribly as those poor sods who were at Azkaban.”

After lunch, Harry then went to the room of requirement to train for an hour or so. He made his first use of the Honeydew that Desiree had given him. It worked as stated, he had the most intense workout he had ever experienced. He was able to do more reps, using more weight, and didn’t feel fatigued or aching when done. That Honeydew stuff was all right.

He needed to fix up something like this in the basement of the Golden Unicorn, although there was a really cool gym in the Garden of Delights. Going upstairs, he showered and changed into fresh clothes before returning to the DADA classroom to assist Professor Balzhoff with setting up the classroom. Through the remainder of the afternoon, Harry felt every eye on him when his back was turned, but no one met his gaze.

“Harry, I have something for you,” said Professor Balzhoff after the last class period ended. She then set a carefully wrapped package in front of him. When Harry opened it he found a set of twelve crystals that could be used to capture spirits, like the one she had used to capture Peeves in the week before. Going into the classroom the Professor showed Harry the basic care of the crystals and the charms needed to operate them to capture and contain spirits. Harry knew it would take some practice time to get good with them, but he apparently had nothing else but time for the moment. After about an hour of tutoring it was almost time for dinner.

“Well what are you going to do now that you are grounded?” the Professor asked.

“What do you mean…?” asked a confused Harry.

“I mean are you going back to using the cotton gloves or do you have any other secret stash around here?”

“What do you mean…?” Harry repeated.

“How stupid do you think I am, Potter? I’m talking about sex. I know when a man is getting laid and when he’s just wanking it off. Maybe these young girls around here can’t tell the difference, but a full-grown woman can. You’re getting some wherever you’re going, hell, you’ve been getting some while you were here. I’ve seen it, and so has old McGonagall, that’s why she’s used the excuse Thomas gave her to put you on a short leash. What’s more, Ginny Weasley sees it too. You probably blame Dean Thomas, but all he’s done with his whisperings is to enhance her own doubts.”

“Why would it be anybody’s concern what I’m doing outside Hogwarts?” said Harry.

“Because you are being trained to take on Voldemort and his Death Eaters,” said Professor Balzhoff. “That what this has all been about. The last remnants of the old Order of the Phoenix are honing you to be their silver bullet weapon. It’s what Moody, McGonagall, and even Tonks were doing with you. They have been toughening and maturing you up to fight Voldemort, but something went wrong on the trip to Godric’s Hollow. Something other than Tonks getting killed. You got loose from the tether they wanted to keep you on. That was Tonks’ job I’ll bet, give little Harry his first taste of pussy to keep him in line. Then he’ll be a good boy and do as he’s told so he can get laid again. But just like Dr. Frankenstein, they made a monster, and then it got loose. Now they are trying desperately to put you back in the cage. I would love to know what really happened in Godric’s Hollow to change things, but I know you won’t tell me.”

It was finally dawning on Harry that she was right. Everything had been so damned convenient, he had been afraid of falling into a trap when he left the Dursleys, and that is exactly what he’d done the moment he set foot outside Privet Lane. It just wasn’t a trap set by Voldemort, but by his own friends.

“So what do I do?” asked Harry.

“Well, just so you know, it appears that I’m part of the plot too. McG contacted me after the attack on you and Tonks and offered me the job here. She’s the one who suggested that you would make a good assistant to me, she practically forced the issue. I think she intended that I be here to train you, but I don’t think she intended me to be the new pussy leash.”

Both Harry and Professor Balzhoff looked comically at each other over the thought of them being lovers. “I don’t think so,” Harry finally said hesitantly.

The Professor showed Harry a very knowing sort of smile and rubbed her hand suggestively over her crotch, “Well, don’t be too dismissive of it, little boy, when I choose to, I can lay it down so good you can’t stand it. There’s a lot of difference between these school girls and a full grown woman riding your cock.”

Harry thought back to his encounters with the Delacours and knew for a certainty that he could handle anything this ‘full grown woman’ could pull out of her knickers. Harry gave the Professor his best shit-eating grin and said, “Bring it on.”

“Yeah, right,” said the smiling Professor, but she did take note of the look of confidence in Harry’s eye, and the dead serious tone of his voice. He wasn’t joking, he meant it. Maybe there was more to this than she had imagined.

“Anyway, consider your options,” she continued. “Voldemort intends to kill you now just on general principles. The training is the only thing that’ll help you survive. You might as well go with it and take the lumps. You can do your training in relative safety here, I’ll help you, and so will Moody. The Order is only trying to do what they think best, to keep you alive long enough to train, and then fight.”

Harry thought over her words as he dressed for dinner. He knew it would be an ordeal, and it was. Ginny sat away from him next to Dean Thomas, who made a show every time he saw Harry looking his way of putting his arms around Ginny. Hermione, Ron, and Neville came to sit by Harry. Hermione conveniently sitting next to Harry, very close to Harry in fact. Ron, as usual, seemed more interested in where the food was than where his supposed girlfriend was sitting. They made small talk then split up for the evening. Harry told them he planned to workout in the gym he had made for a while. Even Ron said that Harry was looking much more toned up, while Hermione only looked on, appreciating.

When Harry went to his room he found that a dog collar and leash had been left hanging on the doorknob. There was no need to wonder who had left it there; he could hear the cackling laughs of several of the Slytherin girls coming from the other side of the Head Girl’s door. Harry went to the Room of Requirement gym he had made and took out his frustrations on the equipment. Afterwards he trained on his shield spells and mild offensive spells. He didn’t feel safe using restricted magic here. Harry preferred to do the magic workout after the physical workout. Too many wizards lost magical strength when their physical strength was low; the mental will to perform magic was sapped by exhaustion. Harry trained so that he could focus his mind and be magically potent even when he was physically exhausted. Another Auror trick that Moody had taught him.

At fifteen minutes to midnight Harry left to return to his rooms. With final curfew in place Harry knew he could move about in relative safety. Harry went through the looking glass to the woodshed and found Poontang there, along with Dobby and Winky. Harry took his cloak back from Dobby.

“Poontang, are Poonanni and Bustanut free where they can come to me without upsetting anything at the Unicorn?” Harry asked.

Poontang closed her eyes for a moment as she searched out the elves. “Yes, Master,” she said. “They are off tonight and can come without anyone noticing Master’s business.”

Harry called the two elves to him; he then led all the elves back into the tunnel and to the small room beneath the tower. Harry had the elves use transfiguration magic to fix up the dreary room into a warm, well lit sleeping chamber. Poontang and Poonanni would remain at Hogwarts with Harry to serve his needs. Bustanut was to take Dobby and Winky back to the Golden Unicorn and keep them there helping with operations. He was also to inform Mistress Desiree of the trouble that had occurred at Hogwarts and that Poonanni would be staying with him.

Winky and Dobby warned Harry that if he carried the other elves up to his room to stay with him that the elves who did the laundry and cleaning work would discover them. They would then alert the Headmistress that strange elves were in the castle. So they couldn’t be allowed to roam at will around the castle. They also warned their Master that even though the Hogwarts house elves were very sympathetic to Harry, they had been ordered by Mr. Filch to report any strange goings on regarding Harry to either him or the Headmistress.

So the bastards were using the elves as spies, thought Harry, this means war. Thanking Winky and Dobby, he let them out the end of the tunnel to leave with Bustanut. Returning to the hidden chamber Harry had one last task for his two remaining elves. The workout had left him tired, but had elevated his testosterone levels. That needed taking care of before bedtime, and he knew just what to do about it. Less than a minute later, Harry was lying naked in the bed with the elves transformed into the naked likeness of Cho Chang and Lavender Brown. So much for McGonagall’s pussy leash.

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ARRESTED DEATH EATERS GIVEN THE MAX

Special Report to the Daily Prophet

By Correspondent Rita Skeeter

It was reported by the Ministry Office of Information today that convicted Death Eaters Daniel and Rupert Flint were sentenced by the Wizengamot to be given the Dementor’s kiss as punishment for their involvement in Death Eater activities, including the assault on Azkaban prison last June that resulted in the death of 23 Aurors. The sentence was immediately executed upon them.

The Flint brothers were serving a lengthy sentence in the prison for activities in support of You-Know-Who when they joined in the escape on 7-11. The two were captured along with their nephew Marcus Flint, who was attempting to smuggle contraband wands to the two escapees, by a combined effort of Ministry of Law Enforcement Aurors and Agents of the Inquisition. Deputy Chief Inquisitor Rolanda Hooch has stated that she will seek the maximum penalty for him as well.

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The next five weeks passed quickly as the semester settled into its usual routine. Harry’s punishment became old news. With a little help from the Honeydew he was supplied each week, Harry began to tone up quickly. Harry instructed his elves to quietly monitor Dean Thomas’ activities in and out of Hogwarts. Harry was now becoming more convinced that Voldemort might be involved in all this. Just because most dark wizards were from Slytherin didn’t mean they all were. The elves were also instructed to discretely search his belongings, especially his mail. Whatever had been done to Ginny it was obvious that Dean was only a part of it. Eventually the conspirators would contact him.

As Professor McGonagall had promised, Alastor Moody came to Hogwarts and he and Harry trained in the DADA classroom on Saturday mornings. Harry saw that Filch was always trying to shadow him on weekends, but Harry usually found it easy to lose him. However, Filch was not one to give up easily on spying on Harry.

Once when Harry had finished satisfying his needs in the lower room with Poonanni he took the rope back up to his room and nearly had a heart attack when he found himself face to face with Filch. It took Harry a moment to realize that Filch was on the other side of the mirror and could only see his own ugly face in it. Filch was searching Harry’s room thinking he was away. Fortunately, Harry kept the now contraband cloak in the chamber by the mirror, along with the Marauder’s Map, and anything else that he didn’t want anyone to find. By now, Harry realized that Filch was more than just a damned nuisance, he was an active enemy who was bound to get lucky and catch Harry at something eventually. Something needed to be done about him, quick.

Only twice did Professor McGonagall permit Harry to leave the school grounds for training in the dark arts magic, and that was to go to the shielded basement in Grimmauld Place with Moody on Saturdays when there was no Quidditch matches. Hermione left school at least part of every weekend. Harry wondered if she was visiting the Golden Unicorn again, but didn’t check himself. He had too much else on his mind to get in too deep with her this quick. Harry gradually increased his time around Hermione and did see her warming up more to him, at Ron’s expense.

In what time Harry had left, he trained with Professor Balzhoff and began learning dueling techniques different from Moody’s. The Professor even began to complement Harry that he was blending the different styles into his own personal style. Harry also learned how to trap spirits in the crystals and release them.

Harry was still angry over the grounding by McGonagall, but as long as he had his cloak, and access to Poontang and Poonanni, Harry was all right. The cloak allowed him to sunbathe nude as before, but with a girl of his choice beside him. He spent far more time working out to improve his muscle tone, plus he found that the Room of Requirement had created spa accessories such as the whirlpool and hot tub besides the usual training equipment. A couple of times Moaning Myrtle would drop by and they would spend some time in the tub talking and doing other things. Harry found that Myrtle was a reliable source of information, especially among the girls about what was going on.

Harry also found evenings in the hot tub quite enjoyable with the ‘Poon twins’ as he had come to call the elves. Harry had learned how to seal the doors to the Room of Requirement (something that would have been handy back when the old Dumbledore’s Army group trained in there), drink his Honeydew tonic, stretch, then work out on the weights, do some cardio, another round of weights, water workout in the whirlpool, cool down time in the tub getting blowed, then a final cardio workout on top of the girl of his choice. Then a final cool down in the afterglow. It was rough life, thought Harry, but somebody had to do it.

Harry let each of the Poon twins leave Hogwarts out through the tunnel twice each week to get supplies, and have time to be with their own family. On every Wednesday, and on a Friday or Saturday night Harry would slip out to visit the Unicorn and get a little male enhancement from the Delacours while one of the Poon twins became him and made sure he was seen in the Castle in his absence.

Harry had acquired an impressive length of over nine inches now. At their last session Desiree had asked him if that was sufficient for his needs. She reminded him of Priapus’ fate. Harry had thought about it and decided that it did no good to have a cock so big he couldn’t keep blood pumped into it, so despite his dream length of ten inches, Harry had them put the enhancement potion on hiatus until he could muscle up sufficiently to use it again. The twins had been very helpful in keeping Harry’s love muscles toned up and giving him a very satisfying cardio workout just about every day, sometimes twice. He always had at least one elf with him at Hogwarts.

It was the first week of October when Poontang finally turned up something against Dean Thomas. It was an unopened letter from his mum containing an empty glass vial. Poontang had used magic to unseal the letter so that it could be closed again and appear unread. Inside Mrs. Thomas informed her son that Mrs. Weasley needed more blood immediately to continue making the cakes for Ginny. She then asked how the courtship was going as Ginny apparently wasn’t saying anything about Dean to her mother in her letters home.

Now it was all quite clear to Harry. It wasn’t Voldemort; it was Molly Weasley and the Thomas’ who had literally poisoned Ginny against Harry using a forbidden blood magic spell. But Harry now knew how to fight back now. Harry transfigured a glass dish into a replica of the vial, with a pin he pricked his own finger and put his blood into the vial. Harry then gave careful instructions to Poontang.

She was to return the letter and fake empty vial to Thomas’ bedroom. Then she was to go to the owlery and put the Thomas owl to sleep. Poontang was then to take on the shape of the owl and wait for Thomas to bring his reply letter and filled vial. Poontang would leave as though off to deliver the letter, once Thomas was gone, the letter and the vial with Harry’s blood would be attached to the real owl and sent back to Dean’s mum. With the next shipment of cakes from home the feelings once induced in Ginny for Dean would revert back to Harry.

Once the switch took place it was just a matter of waiting for the change to take effect. As time passed, Harry saw Ginny now and then. She was still kind of hanging out with Dean Thomas, but Harry didn’t see any real enthusiasm in her for it. Maybe now that she wasn’t under the spell of Dean’s blood she had begun to realize that she had thrown away a good deal for a lying loser. But that wasn’t enough, Harry knew that he was going to have to discredit Dean once and for all to finally break any hold he still had on Ginny. He figured he knew how to do it.

As the semester entered the last half of October, it was nearing midday on a Wednesday and the students were beginning to gather outside the main hall in preparation for the call to sit for lunch. Harry saw Dean Thomas lying in wait there with a cluster of sixth and seventh year boys. Dean was laughing and whispering something to them while pointing at Harry. Some of them were Slytherins whom Harry had given detentions to that first week, and they were all laughing at what Dean had said to them while looking at Harry. It didn’t take too much intuition on Harry’s part to know what was going on. Obviously, Dean wanted plenty of very biased witnesses there while he goaded the Head Boy with impunity to make himself look the part of the big man.

Harry knew he could either take the bait and ultimately get into more trouble; or ignore Dean, and chance being painted as afraid of him now. Good sense told Harry he should take the safer path, that he knew who he was, and it didn’t matter what these gits thought anyway, but he was feeling a bit cocky. He had discovered Dean’s plan for stealing Ginny and had begun the process of foiling it. Dean still hadn’t bedded the Head Boy’s girlfriend yet, and others knew it. The big prat was losing ground and needed something to boost his reputation, and he figured this would do it. Harry still intended to punish Dean for what he had tried to do, but it wouldn’t hurt the greater agenda to punish his pride a little bit before the main show took place. Harry knew exactly where Dean’s pride lay. It lay curled up in the bottom of his trousers. Maybe it was finally a good day to teach the little son of a bitch a lesson, and announce Harry’s return as well.

“Hello, Harry,” Dean said with a grin as Harry sauntered within hailing range. “How are they hanging today? Still ain’t getting any since McGonagall grounded you?”

“I’m doing just fine, Dean,” Harry replied hearing the snickering from the Slytherins in the background. “How about you?”

“Couldn’t be better now I’ve got Ginny.”

“Oh, has she given you any yet?”

“Well… no…,” said Dean, knowing that if he lied and said he was it would get back to Ginny by the end of lunch. “But she knows a real man when she sees him, and feels him.” Dean made a knowing wink towards the smiling crowd behind him.

“I guess that would explain why she dumped you in favor of me last year, wouldn’t it,” replied Harry to a loud chorus of ooh’s from the crowd.

“I’m more man than you are, Potter,” retorted a now angry Dean. “I can show a girl more of what she wants than you can.” Dean then emphasized his words with a quick pat on the front of his trousers as several oy’s echoed in the back.

“Well, I do have to admit that a nice bit of trouser meat is favored by the ladies, but what they seem to prefer even more is a man who can deliver the goods at the end.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!” snapped Dean.

“It means having man on top of them who has a real set of balls.”

“I have plenty of balls, Potter.”

“You didn’t have the balls to meet me in the Forbidden Forest that Saturday afternoon,” mocked Harry. “Instead you went crying to McGonagall; boo hoo hoo Harry Potter was mean to me and made me shit my little pants. I better run away and hide, oh, boo hoo.”

“I not afraid of you, Potter!” said Thomas in an elevated voice through the laughter behind him that started to draw attention from the other students nearby. “And I’m more man than you are.”

“Care to prove it?” asked Harry. “Cause I don’t think you’re really the ‘big’ man you make people think you are, Thomas. In fact, I think you’re mostly just full of shit.”

“Well then, do you want to have a throwdown with me?” asked a now grinning Thomas. “You know damn well that you ain’t got what it takes down there to beat me.”

The group of boys watching the exchange were a bit awed by the challenge. Everyone knew that Dean Thomas had never lost a throwdown with boys of his year since coming to Hogwarts. He’d even beat out a few boys who were a class ahead of him, in one case two years.

Throwdowns were a supposedly secret longtime Hogwarts institution between the boys. Which, like most secrets at Hogwarts, meant everybody knew about it. The throwdowns occurred in the big old potting shed next to the greenhouse on the edge of the school grounds. There was an old table there with depth of planting gradient markers on it. The rim of the table had holes in it for excess water to run off, they were also just the right size to allow a man’s cock to pass through to the tabletop. The boys would challenge the other to see who had the longer penis. There, usually in front of other boys who were witnesses, they would expose themselves, stroke themselves to erection, then stick their erect cocks through the holes and measure the length. Longest erect cock won. There was usually a humiliation penalty for the loser, often he had to stand there naked and masturbate himself in front of the other boys as they catcalled at him to make him lose concentration. He couldn’t dress and leave until he ejaculated.

While the throwdown was only supposed to be open to boys, it was a well known fact that girls often “snuck in” to witness the proceedings. The boys would pretend not to see as it let the girls see the size of the winner’s cock. Of course, sometimes even the losers got lucky as only boys who felt they had what it takes would accept the throwdown. The official response by the faculty was to pretend that no such thing existed, as long as doing it didn’t become an embarrassment to the school. Otherwise, the faculty knew all about it and some had participated in it in their day.

“Yeah, I’ll throwdown with you,” said Harry in a measured tone of voice. “The usual place, the usual rules, we can go right now; we have plenty of time before lunch. Is that all right with you, Dean?”

“I want one change in procedure, different stakes. As I have no interest in watching you wank off, I want a different prize when I win from you.”

“What do you want, the privilege of sucking me off every night this week?” asked Harry to a chorus of ‘oh’s and laughter from the crowd. That jibe stopped Dean for a moment as he tried to think of a snappy come back, and failed.

“No … when I win you have to publicly submit your resignation as Head Boy to McGonagall during lunch today,” he said bitterly. “You are unfit to hold position in this school, and you should have been removed long ago.”

“Done,” said Harry quietly. “Provided, you’ll give me what I want when I win.”

“What do you want, Potter?” Dean replied. “Permission to suck ME off?”

Harry waited while the crowd snickered. “It was funnier when I did it first, Dean.”

“No, no,” said Dean. “I know what you want. I bet you want me to leave Ginny alone so she’ll have to run back to you, huh. Are the nuts getting a little heavy, are you running out of clean cotton gloves?”

“You have got to be shitting me, Dean,” Harry said in a disgusted tone of voice. “You really think I’m sitting around waiting on Ginny Weasley to come back to me? Do you know who I am? I’m Harry-Fucking-Potter, I’m young, I’m hung, I’m rich, and I’m famous. In a few months I’ll be done with Hogwarts, then I can have the witches form a line while they’re waiting to drop their knickers and get in the sack with me. If you want Ginny, and she wants to settle for you, then you two have my blessing.

“No, what I want from you is satisfaction for the insulting way you have treated me. When I win, you take that little walk in the Forbidden Forest with me that I offered you once before. When we are in there you can take out your wand and then mock me. Do we have a deal, or are you going to run away and cry to McGonagall this time too?”

Just as before, Dean was a little taken aback, he had counted on Harry being intimidated and simply walking away. Now it had escalated to a challenge. Harry should have backed down; Dean had the school reputation in throwdown. Harry had never even participated. But now he was, and he seemed perfectly confident taking him on. Dean now realized that the group of boys he had assembled to trap Harry had instead allowed Harry to trap him. There were too many witnesses. He couldn’t back down from meeting Potter in a throwdown without looking like a total loser.

“Done,” Dean said, but with a slight quiver of uncertainty in his voice. “Let’s go.”

Harry turned and led the way out the main doors towards the greenhouse. Every eye followed the group when they saw it was Harry and Dean in front. Harry could hear the whispers flying as those who had listened to the challenge told others what was about to go down. Naturally, some of the girls were nearby and knew what was happening. Even girls who didn’t slip into the potting shed knew about the boy’s throwdowns.

When they arrived at the potting shed the group went inside and to the back where the table stood in an open area under a glass skylight. The area was ringed with potted trees and tables loaded with plants awaiting movement to the main greenhouse complex. The boys formed a semicircle in front of the table while Harry and Dean walked to the other side. Each spoke the penalties that would befall them if they lost, and their acceptance of them.

Miles Betchley, a Slytherin, Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw, and Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor, were appointed the judges. Then Harry and Dean turned and began to strip off their robes, jackets, ties and shirts. As they turned back around towards the table Harry saw two important things, every eye, including Dean’s, was on the large bulge in the crotch of his trousers. Dean, in particular, seemed to be unsure what to make of it.

The second thing Harry saw was the movement behind the line of trees and potting tables to the front. The girls had snuck in again. Harry noticed a flash of platinum blonde hair that pretty much had to be Pansy. It would be like her, she’d be hoping to see Harry humiliated. There were other girls present with her as Harry could see several pairs of Mary Jane shoes on the floor behind the lines of plants.

But Harry shifted his gaze back to Dean, it was time to throwdown. Harry walked up to the table, loosened his belt, and dropped his trousers and underpants, as did Dean. Harry grasped his manhood in his hand and started pumping. There was a gasp from the assembled crowd of boys who saw him working it up. He closed his eyes and thought about the wonderful night he had spent with Desiree, how good her lips had felt on his cock, and Harry started to grow hard. For about thirty seconds Harry stroked his cock while it grew harder and longer. He was already hearing sounds of disbelief from the boys in front of them, which now included Neville who was staring bug-eyed at Harry’s dick.

“Ready, Dean?” Harry asked.

“Not yet,” came the reply from his challenger.

“Damn it, Dean, how long does it take you to get ready to fuck?” Harry replied loudly as the laughter rang out from the boys. Harry thought he heard a girl’s laugh in there too. “She’ll lose interest before you’re ready. Might want to take a vibrator on the date with you. It’ll give her something to play with while you’re busy working on it.” That time Harry definitely heard a girl’s laughing squeal.

“Shut up, Potter,” Dean exclaimed angrily. “I’m just about ready.”

“That’s all right, take your time, I can keep it up as long as she…, sorry, I mean you, need me to,” Harry replied. Trash talking, using taunts to make the other guy lose concentration and go flaccid, had always been considered quasi legal in throwdown. Harry watched as Dean began to furiously stroke his cock while grimacing so hard it looked he was trying out a spell to make himself turn Japanese.

“I’m ready, throwdown,” he said.

Harry kept thinking of Desiree sucking his cock while he continued to stroke it to the last second. Then he put it through the drain hole and on the table beside Dean’s. The witnesses and the judges moved forward to determine the winner.

“Dean Thomas, seven and one half inches,” said Terry Boot as the other judges looked on. That was about as expected by those who’d seen other throwdowns involving Dean.

“Harry Potter … holy fucking shit! Nine and one quarter inches,” said Miles Betchley in total amazement. “Potter has damn near two inches on Thomas!”

“Harry Potter wins the throwdown,” shouted a smiling Seamus Finnigan.