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Chapter 30: “Welcome to the Jungle”

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As Friday arrived and the weekend loomed, Harry decided that it was about time to deal with the two thorns in his side that had willingly conspired to make his life at Hogwarts miserable. The two thorns in question being Dean Thomas and Argus Filch. Filch in particular had had his due coming for some time. Harry had worked on his plans for the past couple of weeks, but this operation required a bit of patience, as everything had to be just right for this to work out.

Harry knew that Dean still wasn’t having sex with Ginny, but he was still pushing her to put out for him. Harry was now certain that Dean had no real feelings for Ginny; he had targeted her because she was Harry’s girl, and he intended to rape her using illegal blood magic and dump her once he was done with her. He was also abusing Neville, and even though he didn’t reciprocate Neville’s love, Neville was his friend. Neville had stood with him in more than one fight against the Death Eaters, and Neville had as much reason as Harry to hate Voldemort. Dean was trying to fuck his girl, and hurt his friend. This was personal, and it wasn’t going to be allowed to happen, Harry would see to that. Harry knew from the grapevine in the Gryffindor Boy’s Dormitory that Thomas was leaving the school on weekends, and bragging to his friends that he was getting laid all over, including at the Golden Unicorn.

This wasn’t true as Harry had ordered for Dean to not be granted a room there if he tried to reserve, which he had several times. Now he had ordered Poonanni to send an owl to Dean informing him that there was an opening available for Saturday night and he could have it if he wished. Of course, Dean had promptly reserved the room, but only for an hour. Apparently, he was coming up short in the financial area too. However, Harry knew that before he could take action against Dean, he had to totally discredit him in Ginny’s eyes so he wouldn’t become a sympathy martyr.

Late Friday afternoon, with Poontang and Poonanni under the invisibility cloak with him, Harry set out to follow Ginny out of the castle as she headed out to the Herbology laboratory to check on the status of her project for Professor Slughorn. Harry knew that she usually went down there to check on the progress of her plants needed for the potions class about this time every Friday. Harry had the Marauder’s Map with him so that he could see where every one was at all times. The map was the key to the success of part one of the operation. Everything depended on just the right timing and the selection of a target of opportunity.

As Ginny first entered the greenhouse, she didn’t see anyone, so she headed to the rear area where her plants were growing. Half way there she saw another student off to her right walking quickly through the rows of potted plants, it was Millicent Bulstrode, a Slytherin seventh year whom Ginny despised. She was one of those who reveled in calling the Weasley’s blood traitors and humiliating them over being poor. Ginny smiled to herself as she thought how much she’d like to hex that stupid cunt when no one was looking, but for now she was more interested in what Millicent was up to.

Millicent kept looking over her shoulder as if she was afraid someone was following her. She would stop at the corner of rows and look around as though she was seeking something, or someone. Ginny cautiously moved up to where she could see her standing there in the late afternoon shadows cast by the greenhouse framework. Staying under cover, and standing very still, Ginny waited to see what was happening. In about a minute, another figure half hidden in the shadows approached from the opposite end of the greenhouse. It was the outline of a man, so this was a lover’s secret rendezvous. Good, thought Ginny, something I can use to embarrass the slutty bitch with later.

Millicent went to the figure and kissed him deeply on the mouth as he folded his arms around her. As they embraced each other Millicent reached down and began to stroke the man’s crotch eliciting an erection bulge that even Ginny was able to make out from her position. Somebody was about to get laid, and judging by the size of the bulge Millicent was a lucky girl, thought Ginny with a twinge of jealousy. The thought also caused Ginny a pang of angst. Dean had been pressuring her to have sex with him, to ‘grow up’ as he put it. But she still refused, she knew it was over between her and Harry, even if she wanted him back, she didn’t think he would have her now. Maybe she should give in; maybe she should let Dean have her. Dean had told her that he loved her and that he wanted her to be his wife after she graduated next year. Maybe she had been right the first time in selecting Dean.

The couple stepped apart and the man came forward to check if the way was clear for them to leave unseen. When he looked around the corner his face would be in the sunlight and Ginny would be able to see his face. Ginny tingled with excitement to see who was shagging Millicent on the sly. The face appeared, made a quick look around, and then disappeared back into the shadows. Ginny’s anticipation turned to shock, quickly followed by rage, it was Dean Thomas! The two disappeared, hurrying towards the exit at the opposite end of the greenhouse.

“That dirty rotten son of a bitch is fucking that skanky Millicent Bulstrode!” fumed Ginny. “And all this time he’s been trying to get me to spread my thighs for him as hard as he could.” Ginny fought back the tears as she ran forward to try and catch them at it and confront them then and there. But they were gone. Ginny spent a full half hour looking all over the greenhouse, and then outside it. Despite her searching high and low for them, she couldn’t find their love nest. Apparently, they must have gone back into the castle somewhere to shag.

Ginny went to the Gryffindor common room fighting back her tears all the way. She ran up the steps to her room and lay on her bed with the covers pulled over her head while she cried. How could she have been so stupid as to trust Dean Thomas? That lying bastard had turned her against Harry by telling her that Harry was cheating on her, and he had been fucking Millicent the whole time. Ginny then remembered a week earlier when she had passed Bulstrode in the side corridor and the stupid cunt had rolled her eyes at her while laughing. Now it made sense, she knew Dean was just making a fool of her. He had destroyed her trust in Harry so that he could just shag her a few times and dump her. Ginny’s fury burned cold, the bastard had made a fool out of her, but now she knew the truth. That bastard would pay for this, but what good would it do? She had lost Harry forever, he would never trust her again, and he wouldn’t take her back.

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Harry waited and watched in the Gryffindor common room as Ginny went up the steps at a run to her dormitory. So far the plan had worked perfectly. Once Ginny was in the greenhouse, Harry had examined the Marauder’s Map and saw that Dean Thomas was in the owlery by himself, probably grooming his damned owl, the great “horny” owl as he called it, before he left for the weekend. The importance for the moment was that he simply be some place where there were no witnesses as to where he really was at that time. Checking the map for available females sure to piss Ginny off he had hit the jackpot when he spotted Millicent Bulstrode alone in the prefect’s bathroom on the fifth floor. She was probably buffin her muffin in the tub, but no matter. No witnesses there either.

The timing was as good as it was likely to get. Once inside the greenhouse and out of anyone’s view, Poontang had become Millicent, and Poonanni had become Dean. Millicent had drawn Ginny’s attention by her suspicious actions. Dean had made sure that Ginny clearly saw the massive erection in his pants, and his face in the light. The two had then went out of Ginny’s sight, changed back to elves and rejoined Harry under the cloak. They had then followed Ginny around as she searched for the couple. Harry had wanted to make sure that Ginny didn’t accidentally run into either the real Dean or Millicent until enough time had passed that their denials would become implausible to Ginny.

“You gotta love it when a plan comes together!” thought Harry. “Ginny is through with Dean and will only feel that he deserves what he gets.” And he will get what he deserves, vowed Harry, but that would come to pass tomorrow night. Now it was nearing the time to pluck out the other thorn in his side.

Harry knew that he would be under particular scrutiny from Filch on Friday night as that was a prime time for students to want to try to sneak out. Hermione was already gone for the weekend, and Ginny still wasn’t talking to him. Even Ron had left for the weekend. He had told Harry that Fred and George had promised to get him into the Golden Unicorn with them this weekend. Ron had such a superior look on his face because he thought he would surely get laid this weekend, and Harry was grounded.

Harry had just smiled and wished Ron lots of luck with that. He didn’t have the inclination to bust his bubble then and there, but Ron was still banned by Harry’s decree from getting anything at the Golden Unicorn except more frustrated. Harry had started off pissed about the sucker punch in the balls that first week of the semester, but now he had a different reason to keep Ron a tosser. For Ron to start getting laid would probably increase his confidence with women, especially with Hermione. He might reassert himself with her and hurt Harry’s chances of getting her in his coven. Harry realized it was a damned dirty trick to play on Ron, but so was punching him in the knackers when he was unsuspecting. For the time being Ron could keep on jerking off with the gloves for relief.

Harry had his own plans for the weekend that definitely included getting laid at the Golden Unicorn, but he wasn’t going there tonight as he had other business to attend to of more importance. Just before dinner was served, Harry made a point of speaking to Professor Sprout privately. He showed her a handful of Galleons and asked if he could drop by her quarters later for a private tutorial on herbs used to help relieve anxiety.

“I think I know something that will help,” she said with a grin.

Harry, however, had ulterior motives in his actions besides scoring some good smoke. He was tired of having Filch shadow him and search his rooms when he thought Harry was away. If he kept at it he just might get lucky and catch Harry at a bad moment. It was time he was dealt with, and Filch’s lust for Professor Sprout gave Harry the means of doing so. A little after sunset, Harry casually walked out the main door heading in the direction of Hagrid’s cabin. He knew he was being followed by Filch, but that was according to plan. Poonanni had already been stationed outside with Harry's cloak. Getting out of Filch’s line of sight Harry disappeared under the cloak and circled back to locate Filch near the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Now Filch knew not to enter the Forbidden Forest, especially at night. He was only a squib with no magical ability; he was practically dead meat for most of the creatures that inhabited the forest. But as he tried to find where the Potter boy had gone he saw something that made him totally forget the instructions Professor McGonagall had given him; he saw Sprout walking into the edge of the forest acting suspiciously. Then, as she was partially covered by the foliage, she stripped off her robes to show her wondrously bountiful naked body beneath. With her hands she began to sensuously touch herself all over. The small lump of flesh that passed for Filch’s penis immediately went hard. He had to have her.

As he stared at her, Filch saw Sprout turn and look right at him, and then she raised her hand and curled a finger beckoningly at him. She knew he was watching her, she wanted him. Then with a laugh she winked at him and darted off into the forest, and was gone from sight. “Fuck Potter and McGonagall,” thought Filch as he took off into the forest after her, “it’s time to get laid.” In the back of his mind, Filch knew this was a dangerous thing to do, it was easy to get lost in the forest in daylight, at night it was almost a certainty. Hagrid was the only one who could travel the forest at night and keep his bearings. But Filch could hear the sounds of giggling just in front of him so he knew where Sprout was. If he stopped to locate her then she would wiggle a bush just a few feet away to help him find her.

“Are you ready for me yet, my darling?” he heard her say. “Do you want me?”

“Oh, yes, I’m ready for you.”

“No, you’re not, my darling; you still have your clothes on. If you want me you’ll have to get raw and wild, that’s how our sex will be tonight, raw and wild, all night long.”

Filch threw himself out of his clothes, in half a minute he was completed naked and breathing heavily. “You’re not too tired to take me are you, my lover? Maybe we need to go back and just let you rest up tonight.”

“No! No, I’m ready. I’m just excited a bit is all.”

“You’ll have to prove yourself worthy of what I have for you. Catch me and you can have me, any way you want, as many times as you want.” Filch then heard the sounds of her giggling moving further away deeper into the forest. This was his one chance, something he had wanted and waited for over the years, it wouldn’t slip through his fingers now. He plunged in after her, following the sounds of her movement and her laughter. She was only a few feet away. Behind him the lights and sounds of Hogwarts began to recede into the distance.

Meanwhile, back at the greenhouse, Harry lay reclined on Sprout’s bed smoking some of her fantastic weed grown in composted dragon shit, and talking with the real Professor Sprout when he heard a noise outside in Sprout’s office. Sprout put down her bong and went out to check on the source of the noise while Harry kept quiet. Harry could hear voices talking but wasn’t sure who they were, then Sprout returned to her quarters leading in another student, Luna Lovegood.

Harry had known Luna for about two years; she was a sixth year now. She was a very petite girl with long blonde hair, slightly bulging eyes, somewhat flat chested, and a slim figure. She was considered a bit odd by most everyone, but she had a very sweet personality. Harry liked her as a friend, but she really didn’t do much for him sexually. Of course, last summer he would have been willing to screw anything that didn’t have a dick bigger than him attached to it, but now he thought of himself as more selective in sex partners. Although a quick glance at the bulbous Sprout made him wonder if he was really all that particular in where he was putting his pecker these days.

“Harry, I think you know Luna,” Sprout said. “She comes by from time to time for a smoke with me, do you mind if she joins us?” Harry wagged his head to indicate he had no objection.

“You know it’s a good treatment for glaucoma,” Luna said.

“You have glaucoma?” asked Harry.

“No, but I figured why wait till I do to start treatment. You know an ounce of prevention, and all that shit,” she said totally straightfaced. “Can I have a hit off that, Harry?”

Harry passed her the joint and saw that she knew what she was doing when she took a deep drag off it. Then she settled herself on the bed next to Harry, and laid her head back. She slowly let the first drag out and took another before passing the joint back to Harry. For a while the two lay there side by side working towards getting stoned. A house elf was called by the Professor to provide munchies. Harry smiled to himself, while wondering just how good a job Poonanni was doing of getting Filch lost deep in the forest at night. A bit of thunder in the distance told Harry that not only would it be a cold night, but a wet one as well for old Filch. That should give that nosy mother-fucker something to think about other than interfering in Harry’s business.

“Harry Potter,” said Luna as the smoke began to lower her inhibitions, “there’s something I want to tell you. I snuck in during the throwdown you had with Dean Thomas the other day. I was so happy you beat him. The son of a bitch is always making fun of me, telling everyone in the hallways how ugly I am, how I look like a boy with no titties. He used to grab his cock through his pants and wave it at me with the other boys watching. Now he’s the one who gets laughed at in the hallways. Thank you for making him look like the dickhead he really is in front of everyone.”

“My pleasure, Luna,” mumbled Harry as he slowly exhaled.

“One problem though,” continued Luna, “I didn’t get to see you because Cho and Pansy blocked me out. Pansy said I didn’t need to see a boy’s dick because I’d never get to feel one inside me anyway.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” said Sprout between tokes on her bong. “That’s not right to treat you that way; you are a very sweet girl. You just haven’t hit your growth spurt yet. You’ll develop out just fine, baby. I remember your mother, she was a late bloomer too, but when it hit she developed into a beautiful witch. You look just like she did at your age; you’ll have the boys chasing you in a year or so, just watch. Anyway, that’s just not right to be mean to you.”

“Pansy’s a fucking cow anyhow, don’t listen to her tripe,” said Harry. “What about the girls in your own house, aren’t they nicer to you?”

“I asked Cho how I might get a boy to fuck me. She said if I found a boy who was very drunk, or very stoned, I might talk him into fucking me if I put a bag over my head. If I go get a bag to put over my head, do you think you could get stoned enough to fuck me tonight, Harry? I really want to lose my virginity.”

Harry started to laugh out loud at the thought of Luna with a bag over her head and her thighs spread wide. Luna took Harry’s laughter as a decline to have sex with her and started crying. Sprout came over and held Luna in her arms, “He didn’t mean it like that, darling.” She shot Harry a harsh look of disapproval.

“No, no, Luna,” sputtered Harry. “I didn’t mean it like that; Cho was playing a mean joke on you about needing the bag. That’s all I was laughing at, not you.”

“Harry would be happy to have sex with you, darling,” said Sprout, “wouldn’t you, Harry?”

Harry had only intended to get sexually involved with Sprout tonight. He had kind of enjoyed the noncommittal nature of having sex with her. The plan was to get together, smoked some herb, shag, and each go on their way feeling better. Harry wasn’t sure if a go with Luna could be like that. He didn’t need any more sentimental attachments, especially from someone thought a little unstable like Luna. However, events had begun to spin out of control.

“Well … well, yes I will, Luna, if you really want me to,” Harry finally managed to get out.

“You mean it, Harry?” Luna asked through her tears. “You’re not just teasing me like all the others; you’ll make me a real woman?”

Harry knew he had committed himself now, so why not be bold. He got off the bed and took off his clothes except his under pants. He then walked over to her; Luna’s eyes never left the bulge swaying at the bottom of his pants. Harry gently took her hand and ran her fingertips underneath his bulge. It surprised Harry that it actually felt good and made his cock twitch. Luna jumped a bit. Harry leaned in to her and kissed her lips very softly. He then placed her hand back on his cock and started her gently stroking it. Harry was warming to the idea of doing it with Luna as an interesting new experience.

Usually Harry was the inexperienced partner, the cautious, nervous, frightened one. There was no intimidation factor Harry could use with the Delacours, or even Hermione to some degree. But here was a frightened girl whom Harry physically dominated, and could easily sexually dominate. If Harry had ever wanted to just fuck a bitch then Luna was the perfect candidate.

“Do you like my cock, Luna?”

“Oh, yes, it’s so big, so big, I want it in me, Harry, I want it now.”

“Not so fast, there are a lot of girls around here that want me now, you’ve got to earn it first by proving yourself worthy. First reach inside and play with it a bit.”

Luna gently reached inside Harry’s pants and gripped his cock very gingerly as though afraid she might hurt him. She jumped a bit again as Harry responded to her touch with the beginnings of an erection.

“I think my pet trouser dragon likes you, Luna. I’m going to let him come out and play with you for a while,” said Harry as he slipped his fingers in the waistband of his pants and slid them down to the floor. Luna just stared at Harry’s cock; she looked totally fixated on it.

“That feels good, Luna, but if you want me to fuck you then you’re going to have to prove to me that you truly want me,” said Harry as he turned around and lay back on the bed with his thighs spread wide. “First get undressed, then come over here and suck on my dick till it gets hard. If you can make my dick get hard then I’ll know you’re really woman enough to deserve what I can give you.”

Luna seemed overwhelmed by the task before her; she literally didn’t know where to start getting a man hard. Sprout stepped up behind her and whispered in her ear that she’d help her get started. Luna quickly undressed, as Harry had suspected she had no prominent female characteristics yet. She was a true blonde, Harry noticed from a view of her pubic region, but there was nothing especially exciting about her.

Luna sat on the bed and Sprout began to point out the features of the male anatomy to her. She picked up Harry’s cock and admired it for a while as Sprout pointed out the details of giving a man good head. After a bit Luna was ready to start and began sucking Harry’s knob while stroking the shaft. It definitely wasn’t the best blowjob Harry had ever received, but it did feel pleasant enough. Harry knew that the main pleasure to be had from this was that he was deflowering his second virgin. He also had another simple pleasure in mind that he had not yet experienced but had read about.

What Luna lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. She furiously sucked, licked, and stroked Harry’s cock till he was hard. When he told her that he was now ready to enter her, she positively beamed at the thought that she had made it through the preliminary exam. Laying her on her back in the bed Harry grabbed Sprout’s lubricant and used it liberally. He knew it was going to be a tight fit getting inside Luna.

“You know that the first few times it hurts a bit because you’re not stretched out yet don’t you?” asked Harry. Luna just nodded, her eyes never left Harry’s. Harry could see that she was frightened, but she was placing her complete faith and trust in Harry. It reminded Harry of a child looking at its mother. Harry positioned his erection over Luna’s small slit. “Do you trust me?” Luna merely gave him a trusting smile and nodded.

She was even tighter than Hermione had been that first time at the Golden Unicorn, thought Harry. The head of his cock met the resistance from her maidenhead, and he leaned in to tear though the veil of her virginity and enter the vagina properly. He gently worked his cock into her, seeing the discomfort on her face as he probed deeper into her. After a few deepening strokes, Harry had gradually worked himself into her to his full length. He began a gentle rhythm trying not to make her grimace, after a bit she seemed to start relaxing a bit and enjoying the action. Harry had her wrap her legs around him so he could lean over and put his face above hers.

“Think about it, Luna, all those girls up there in the castle who have been begging the Head Boy to fuck their pussy,” Harry whispered into her ear. “Cho wants to fuck me, Pansy wants it too. Who’s getting laid tonight? Who’s Harry Potter giving it to? Tell me?”

“He’s giving it to me,” she said almost breathlessly between sighs and grunts. “Harry Potter is fucking my pussy, I’m going to become a woman, I’m going to be a real woman.”

After just a few minutes Harry began to feel his testicles tighten up for ejaculation. Normally he would make himself hold back, but he knew that Luna was in no shape to withstand a long shag, he needed to get it over with so she could start healing up. As he felt his balls begin to erupt, he pulled himself out of Luna’s cunt and positioned himself quickly so his cock was in front of Luna’s face. With a grunt, Harry felt the waves of hot semen shoot from the tip of his cock and splatter over Luna’s face. Luna gave a cry of delight over the semen shower and opened her mouth wide to catch a taste of his seed.

Harry just grunted repeatedly as spurt after spurt of his seed hit Luna’s face, then when the last drops had been squeezed out he took his cock and began rubbing the semen over her face using the head of his cock. Luna just opened her eyes and smiled as Harry ran his cock all over her face. Then Harry began to collect the semen on his cock head and put it her mouth to suck it off. When Harry backed off of her she took her finger and wiped it across her face to collect the remaining semen and then licked her finger clean.

“Thank you, Harry Potter, for making me a woman, I’ll never forget you.”

“You are very welcome, Luna. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.”

“No, I’m all right, besides the pain will remind me later that we really did have sex, that it wasn’t just a fantasy I made up.”

Harry got off the bed and went into Sprout’s attached bathroom to take a piss. As he stood there, Luna came in looking for a towel to wash her face with. She looked at Harry curiously.

“Sometimes I stand in front of the toilet and pretend I’m a guy with a huge dick and I have to pee. I roll up a wash towel and pull it out of my knickers, and pretend I am. I guess you think that’s kind of retarded.”

“No it isn’t, there’s even a name for it, it’s called penis envy,” said Harry. “Come over here, let’s try something.”

Harry moved Luna to where she was standing in front of the toilet, and then had her spread her legs. Moving behind her Harry spread his legs out till he was the right size to stick his cock between Luna’s legs. There wasn’t but a few inches that protruded beyond Luna’s pubic region, but if she looked down it appeared that she had a dick.

“Don’t you need to take a big manly piss with your huge dick right now, Luna?”

Luna gave a squeal of glee and put her fingers around the cock to point it at the toilet bowl. Harry relaxed and started to pee. Luna began making deep voiced Oh and Ah noises as Harry urinated. When Harry’s bladder was empty he told her to give it a vigorous shake to knock the dew off the end of it, which she obligingly did.

Harry reached down and retrieved his cock back from Luna, she turned around and hugged him as Harry positioned his cock between them so that it pointed up and lay against her belly.

“Thank you again, Harry,” she said with teary eyes, “this has been the most wonderful night of my life, I promise I’ll never forget you.”

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m nearly knackered from all the hard fucking we’ve been doing tonight, I need some rest, come back to bed and lay with me a while.”

“I need to get back, Mr. Filch will be locking the doors soon and I can’t get back to my dormitory.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Harry told her as he kissed her lips again, “you’re with the Head Boy now.” Harry then emphasized his point by rubbing his now semi-stiff cock across her belly making her squeal again. “Remember the part about trusting me. I can get us in.”

“All right, Harry.” The two went back into Sprout’s bedroom. Sprout was already stoned and had fallen asleep in her recliner chair. Harry pulled Luna into the bed with him, and threw the covers over them. With Luna in his arms he quickly dozed off as a cold rain began to fall.

A heavy clap of thunder shook Harry awake a little before 11:00, as he opened his eyes he saw Luna staring back at him. Apparently she had never gone to sleep; she’d just lay there in his arms staring at his face. Harry spent a while there cuddling with her. It was then that a thought occurred to him. Merlin said he needed at least three witches in his coven, but more would be better. He had Fleur and Gabrielle committed, he was working on Hermione, and Ginny was still a possibility, but here was Luna. She wasn’t as attractive as the others, but she definitely wasn’t ugly. Dumbledore had once said that Luna’s mum had been a powerful witch, so why not see if she could be added? As he stared into her eyes he saw that she was desperate for affection, and acceptance. She seemed all right with the idea that Harry was seeing other girls, maybe she was actually more sane than the other women in his life? Besides, the earlier sex had been good, so why not add her to his team?

Harry leaned I and softly kissed her lips while his hand explored down her belly to begin gently fingering her pubic mound area. She simply snuggled her head against his chest as tightly as she could and eased her legs apart to allow him better access. Harry slipped a couple of his fingers into her pussy and stroked them inside her while his thumb lightly flicked against her erect clitoris. She sighed as though in total ecstasy.

One thing that Harry could say about a girl as slim as Luna was that she was quite flexible. Rolling over to kneel above her, Harry lifted her legs and curled her knees back onto her chest. This turned her cunt up, and Harry began to stroke her some more. He said nothing as he grabbed his cock behind the head and pushed it into her, then slid the rest of the length in as well. As the thunderstorm outside intensified, and sheets of icy cold rain poured down with intermittent flashes of lightening, Harry lay himself over her and held her in his arms as he fucked her. Harry tried to keep time with the rolling thunder outside, and Luna would give little yelps of excitement as the thunder would shake the walls a bit and Harry would quicken his pace. He felt her arms pull tighter on him as she approached her own climax.

As good luck would have it there was a series of thunderclaps at the right moment and Harry felt her come as he pounded himself into her in time with the thunder. For the second time that evening, Harry’s manhood performed its function and he felt his balls deliver up their seed into her. For several long minutes the two just lay there enjoying the pleasure of the moment, sweat oozing from every pore on their bodies, breathing heavily, and listening to the pounding of the rain on the greenhouse wall. As he opened his eyes and looked into the two bright pools of blue beneath him, Harry had to admit that Luna had just given him one of the most satisfying fucks he had ever had.

“Thank you, Luna, that was fantastic,” he said. She seemed speechless, her lips moved, but no words came out. She just clung tighter to him. Harry knew now that she would definitely be worth having in his coven. Finally, Harry knew they had to leave. “We’ve got to get back before final curfew sounds.”

“All right, Harry,” she said meekly. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“There is one thing I want to ask of you, please don’t tell anyone what we did here, or even that we were here. It would get us all in big trouble, and I’m already the top name on McGonagall’s shit list right now.”

“I know that, Harry,” she said. “I know that you already have a girlfriend, even if Ginny isn’t speaking to you right now. I just wanted to become a real woman. It’s enough that I know I am now, I don’t have to brag to others.”

Leaving Luna to get dressed, Harry stumbled out of the greenhouse to find Poonanni waiting outside with a sack containing Filch’s hastily discarded clothing. Apparently she had learned to dislike Filch as one of her Master’s enemies and had taken a high degree of enjoyment in her part in the escapade. Poonanni reported to Harry that she had led Filch well out into the forest away from the area where the giant spiders did their hunting, then circled him around several times to make sure he had truly lost his bearings. Despite all the years of abuse Filch had heaped upon Harry, and other students, he still didn’t want the dumb son of a bitch to die out there, just get taught a little lesson in manners.

Poonanni was sent to scout the castle main door and returned in a few seconds with news that the door was still standing open. Filch had not closed it for obvious reasons, however at midnight the door would seal itself magically as last curfew began. Harry hurriedly told Poonanni to tie Filch’s clothes to a rock and drop them in the deepest part of the lake, then go back to her room beneath the Head Boy’s tower and wait for him. When Luna appeared a little later, Harry had her get under the invisibility cloak with him while he fashioned a bubble charm around them to keep them dry. Then they walked up to the castle through the rain; making it inside with only a few to spare. They then hurried to get Luna inside the Ravenclaw common room before the doorway there closed for the night. They barely succeeded. Luna held the door open while she kissed Harry. She then copped one last feel of his cock. “Thank you, Harry Potter, if you ever want to fuck me again just let me know and I’ll be ready,” she whispered with a broad grin and disappeared into the common room.

Harry just stood there smiling in the hallway as the midnight curfew passed and the castle went into automatic lockdown for the night. As the Head Boy, he was still able to get into the tower, and he made his way up the steps to the third floor hallway. As he went to open his door he heard the door to the Head Girl’s quarters open behind him, turning he saw Pansy standing there wearing an iridescence green sheer night robe, and a pair of expensive looking platform high heel mules.

“Did you get her safely stored away before curfew, Chosen One?” she chided. Harry hunched his shoulders, had she seen him with Luna?

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Oh, I think you do,” she said as she stepped slowly into the hallway, the stiletto heels making their particular clipping noise on the floor. “I mean the girl who gave you some pussy this evening.”

“Pansy, I don’t know what you are talking about…,” began Harry trying to assume an air of innocence, she didn’t know anything, she was just fishing for a response.

“Then let me help you to understand,” she said, and with a quick toss of her hands, Pansy flipped the night robes open to reveal she had nothing on underneath it. Even though his balls had just been thoroughly drained only a few minutes before, the sight of her sexy svelte body held his rapt attention. To say that Pansy had a hot body was one hell of an understatement. She was fucking gorgeous, her breasts were slightly pouty, and her erect nipples were just the right size, and her blonde bush was expertly trimmed. Harry could do nothing but just stare.

In a blur of movement, Pansy stepped forward and put the heel of one shoe behind Harry’s ankle and pushed him. Losing his balance, Harry fell hard to the floor and lay there stunned. Pansy kicked his wand away out of his reach, then stepped over to straddle his body. Then she knelt down to pin Harry to floor with the weight of her body, and placing her crotch just above Harry’s quivering chin.

Harry started to move to push her off him, but she reached behind her and grabbed Harry’s balls in an iron fisted grip. She wasn’t squeezing them hard enough to hurt, but the evil smile on her face told Harry that that would change in an instant if he tried to move. With her free hand she began to stroke her pussy, using two finger to pull the lips of the labia apart to reveal the moist pink interior. She dipped the two fingers inside of her to coat them liberally with her juices and then held to Harry’s nose.

“I’m talking about the smell of a woman’s pussy, Harry,” she said. “I know pussy when I smell it, and you reek of pussy right now. Oh, I don’t know her name yet, I don’t recognize the perfume, but you have been fucking someone tonight. As if that wasn’t enough, there’s the fact that your dick isn’t hard as a Unicorn’s horn right now just at the sight of something as fine as me sitting on your face indicates you’ve been doing it with someone. Maybe I should find out who it is? I wonder what your darling Ginny will think? Speaking of Ginny, does she know you’ve been slipping off to that Room of Requirement place with her best friend, the little mudblood girl?”

“First of all, sometimes there are other reasons than looks that would make a man go limp in the presence of a woman, and second, watch your mouth, that’s my friend you are talking about. I strongly suggest you stay out my business if you know what’s good for you,” said Harry with a warning tone, but Pansy seemed unimpressed.

“Is that your best ‘don’t fuck with me, I’m dangerous’ voice, Harry? Needs work, I’m not scared of you. But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, cause I really don’t give a shit who you’re fucking.”

Raising herself up slowly, Pansy released her grip on Harry’s balls and turned to slowly walk back into her room. Angry at having gotten caught off guard and floored by her, and seeing his moment, Harry reached out to call his wand into his hand, he would teach that bitch a quick lesson in being scared. As the wand flew through the air into his hand he saw Pansy reach towards the robe she had let drop to the floor. Her wand sprang from the pocket in the robe into her hand and she turned.

“STUPIFY!” she shouted, and Harry fell a powerful stunning spell hit him. As his arm convulsed from the spell his wand went flying, and he lay there spread-eagled on the floor, his muscles not responding to the brain’s commands to move and get up.

“That was very, very rude of you, Harry,” she said as she slowly walked back to stand over him. Her tone of voice now indicating that she quite pissed off him. She stared down at him then flicked her foot to drive the toe of her platform shoe into Harry’s testicles making him wince in pain .

“I think you need to apologize for trying to hex me when my back was turned,” she said calmly.

“Fuck you … you fucking … Death Eater … bitch … I’m … owwwwww.”

Harry groaned as she thumped his balls again, only harder this time. “I can do this all night, how about you?” Harry stubbornly refused to say anything, and just shook his head. This time Pansy simply laughed. She took a step forward and placed the sole of her shoe in the center of Harry’s chest then bent over and put the tip of her wand squarely between his eyes.

“So you think I’m a Death Eater? Well if I am a Death Eater then why not just kill the chosen one here and now? I’d be the Dark Lord’s favorite; I could sit at his right hand just as Snape does now for killing Dumbledore. I could do it, you know, I could kill you right here, right now, and be long gone before the body was ever found.”

Slowly recovering from the stunning spell, Harry began to find his voice. He stared back defiantly at Pansy. “You can’t do it because he won’t let you, he wants to kill me himself. I am to be his prize, his victory. You don’t dare kill me.”

Removing her wand and her shoe from Harry, Pansy made a tisking sound several times as she turned and walked back to her fallen robe. After redressing herself, she stared down at Harry as though looking at a backwards first-year student. “As you said, sometimes there are other reasons than the obvious ones. Good night, Harry.”

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The next morning as the thunderstorms and rains cleared, and the morning dawned raw cold and windy, Harry was sure glad he had spent the night in a warm dry bed. At breakfast, Professor McGonagall called Harry to her table to ask where he had been the evening before.

“I went to the greenhouse to ask Professor Sprout some questions about growing Mandrake for reviving potions. She gave me some pointers, and I came back in about nine. She watched me to see that I made it into the castle all right.” Professor Sprout was sitting nearby and immediately corroborated Harry’s story. Harry knew that not only did that cover his arse, but also covered Professor Sprout in the event Filch was found and tried to tell what happened.

“What about you, Miss. Parkinson?” she asked. To Harry’s horror, he saw Pansy was now standing immediately behind him, grinning at him.

“Regretfully, I am not as studious as Mr. Potter, I took a hot bath and went to bed early as I have errands that require my presence away from school today,” she said. “Do you need me to pick up anything for you on the way back, Harry?”

“No, thank you, Pansy,” Harry replied tersely, his ego still bruised by Pansy’s having bested him the night before. But his previous anger had been tempered as he had thought about what she had said to him as he lay there waiting for the stunning spell to wear off. She was right, if she wanted to kill him, she had already passed up a number of opportunities; and it had been very unsporting of him to try and curse her with her back turned. “And I would like to apologize for the … incident…in the hallway.”

“I’m glad to see you’ve remembered your manners today,” she quipped with a smile. “Apology accepted.”

“Well, we seem to have misplaced Mr. Filch since yesterday evening,” said the Headmistress, ignoring the conversation between the two. “He went outside and hasn’t been seen since.”

“I haven’t seen him,” lied Harry. “If it will help I’ll see if I can look around the castle grounds for him. Maybe he’s sick or injured.”

“I’ll have several groups try looking for him then,” said Professor McGonagall as she left to coordinate the search for Filch. Harry headed up to his room. Getting his bag ready, he went through the mirror and found Poonanni waiting to become him. Harry instructed her what to do if McGonagall tried to speak to her, but he mostly told her to stay out of everybody’s way while occasionally being seen. Then Harry left to return to the Golden Unicorn for his first time since knowing the truth about his and Fleur’s ancestries.

Upon arrival, Harry greeted Poontang, and then changed into a set of soft comfortable sweats. Crossing over to the Delacour’s flat, Harry spied Fleur lounging in the atrium. She was only wearing bikini bottoms and sunglasses. Harry saw her face break into a smile as she heard him approach. In the corner of the room there now stood a perch with a beautiful Phoenix on it, it was Fawkes. Fawkes had previously been owned by Professor Dumbledore, and upon his death had disappeared. Harry had wondered what had happened to him and was relieved to know that Fawkes had a safe home. Harry sat down on the adjoining lounger and surveyed her with a slight smile on his face.

“Hello, Fawkes,” he said cheerfully to the Phoenix, who cooed back at him, and then he turned back to Fleur. “Good morning, Miss. Dumbledore.”

“Good morning, Mr. Potter,” she replied with a nod of her head.

“And how is my heir and possible-replacement-if-I-fuck-up doing this morning.”

“He is doing just fine,” she said.

“So where is he at right now?” Harry asked while eyeing Fleur’s slim bronzed torso.

With a mischievous grin, Fleur pointed to a spot on her lower abdomen barely above the top of the low cut bikini brief, “He’s sleeping, just about there.”

Harry leaned over the spot Fleur had indicated and gently kissed her soft tummy. “Next time you two are having a sit down will you tell him that his daddy loves him?”

With a gentle hand, Fleur guided Harry’s lips to hers and gave him a deep, sensuous kiss. “He already knows that, but I’ll remind him again. By the way, I was just working up some ideas for a name,” she said. “I was thinking Raphael Delacour might be nice, or possibly Gabriel. What do you think?”

“That won’t do at all. I have a better name for him, how about Harry Potter junior?”

“Hummm,” she mused a bit, as though unsure of the name. “I have a strange feeling that some of the more intelligent Death Eaters might figure out who the baby’s daddy is if we used that name.”

“Think so huh? Well, now that I know your dad was really straight, what about we name him for his two grandfathers and just make it James Albus Potter. I can’t think of two better men he could hope to emulate in his life.”

“Me neither,” Fleur said with a smile, “except maybe his very brave and good daddy. However, that name might still attract Death Eaters to him, and they’d try to kill him.”

“Doesn’t matter, because his daddy is going to kill all those cocksuckers out so that he doesn’t have to finish the job. Then he’ll have his daddy there with him as he grows up, assuming his mummy is willing to let daddy hang around.”

“She is,” said Fleur with a long serious look at Harry, “as long as daddy doesn’t try to get too possessive, or start thinking mummy’s his personal property. Veela’s are very fierce in their loyalties, and in maintaining their independence. They don’t give up either easily, and without good reason.”

“Daddy promises he won’t try to cage in mummy, at least he’ll try not to. But if he does go too far he figures mummy will know how to remind him to keep his distance.”

“Don’t worry about that. Mummy has her ways of letting Daddy know when he’s welcome and when he’s not. One thing I do mean in all seriousness, Harry, if, or more likely, when, I tell you to go away, then I suggest you do so. It’ll save us both a lot of regret.”

“Let me guess,” said Harry. “You’ll regret it later, but I’ll start regretting right away, huh?”

“Yeah, something like that, baby,” she replied with a large grin.

Harry knelt beside her, “While we’re on the subject, is daddy welcome right now, or should he go away.”

She raised a hand and tenderly stroked Harry’s cheek, “He’s welcome to stay. I just wasn’t sure how you’d react to learning that you were asked to perform your manly stud duties just to make a backup copy of yourself in case you came in second best against Voldemort. Please understand that I do care about you, Harry. I wouldn’t have agreed to this, even for father’s sake, if I didn’t like you as a person and respect you as a man.”

“I guess I’m all right with it, but I need to talk to you about what I need to do now.” With that, Harry explained to Fleur about Merlin’s instructions and that he must become a Warlock, with at least three witches whose power he could call. “I plan to destroy Voldemort for all time. I don’t want our baby to have to fight this battle for me, but I need you and the sword of Gryffindor at my side if I’m to have a chance of winning, much less surviving.”

“Gabrielle and I promised our father before he died that we would stand by your side if that was what was needed. But that’s only two, who else are you going to try and call?”

Harry then told her about the seduction of Hermione the previous morning. “I think she might become the third, but she knows nothing about my connections here.”

“Merlin said at least three, so more than three would be better then. Are you still thinking of getting Ginny to help you?”

“Yes, I just need to finish getting her away from that damned Dean Thomas once and for all. I think I’ve ended her interest in him for good,” Harry said. He then told Fleur about what he had found out had been happening with Ginny and Dean that semester, including the previous evening’s performance in the greenhouse with the elves.

“Yeah, Harry,” she said laughing. “I think that will pretty much break the two of them up. Just remember though that if, or maybe I should say when, she finds out what you did there may be a price to pay. Women don’t like being deceived.”

“That’s not the worse of the explaining I’ll have to do. Remember that I’ve got to figure out how I’m going to explain to her that I already have you pregnant, and I’ve already had sex with her best friend, plus I live in a whorehouse.”

“The last part is easy,” Fleur laughed, “tell her you only live there because you own it and it made you worth several hundred million pounds. She’ll get over the shock quickly, Mum says that your mother recovered quite quickly after a few shopping trips to Paris with her. But I think I know who we need to talk to about what you were told, we need to talk to daddy.” Fleur led Harry into her bedroom, there in the picture frame that had always been empty before, was a portrait of Albus Dumbledore.

“Hello, my dear, hello, Harry, I assume you’ve made contact with Merlin by this time?”

“Yes, Professor,” answered Harry, who then proceeded to tell the Professor everything that had happened in the dream.

“The old bastard’s holding back on you, Harry,” said the portrait. “There is a foci more powerful than Godric’s sword available, he knows it, but he won’t want to part with it.”

“What is it he has?” asked Fleur.

“He has his sword, Excalibur. It’s far older and more powerful than the one that is yours my darling.”

“Excalibur?” said Harry. “I thought that was King Arthur’s sword?”

“No, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “a muggle couldn’t wield something like that. Excalibur was made by the ancient wizards, the gods, back when they were playing their war games. They would try to cheat by creating enchanted weapons and shields to use in battle with each other. Kind of like athletes taking steroids nowadays.”

“Where is Excalibur?” Harry asked the portrait.

“Only Merlin knows for sure how to get to it, but there were all sorts of rumors surrounding it. Mordred wanted it, but couldn’t get it from his own father. Supposedly, he thought that if he killed Merlin the sword would be his by natural right, but he wasn’t able to call it to him. So if that is true, you are not owed ownership of the sword just by right of blood. Merlin probably has to willingly give it to you.”

“So it just gets better and better,” added in a sardonic Harry.

After lunch Harry and Fleur went motorcycle riding in the hills around Godric’s Hollow. Harry let Fleur do all the driving while he hung on for dear life. Besides, Harry had learned that letting her drive the motorcycle always seemed to get Fleur’s natural juices going. She was always lusty after a spin on the bike. Today was no exception, when they returned to the Delacour’s villa she took Harry by the hand and led him to her bedroom for some intensely satisfying sex, followed by an afternoon nap.

That evening, Fleur had duty at the Golden Unicorn, and Harry returned to his flat. It was nearly time to commence the third stage of payback. For this Harry needed the services of Poontang and Bustanut to assist him. He gave them their instructions and ran a mock through of what they would do. Now it was only necessary to wait for night, and Dean Thomas to show up.

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Penelope Clearwater came from a good pureblood wizarding family and those connections had helped her get a position with the Godric’s Hollow police force. Many pureblood witches and wizards were not keen to work around muggles, but somebody had to work with them. They weren’t as bad as some of her peers had led her to believe. After all there were some mudbloods she met in school, and afterwards, that she had come to grudgingly accept, even respect in a couple of cases.

Her family had taught her tolerance for the lower classes, and she tried to be tolerant. She wouldn’t dream of calling one of them a mudblood to their face, it would be impolite. She was not a supporter of Voldemort although she didn’t disagree with all his stated ideals. She certainly didn’t agree with the idea of killing all the muggle-born, and enslaving the muggles. Such things were uncalled for and debasing to those who were born of pureblood.

Of course, many magi were now half-and-half. She had even found a few of the muggle men around the lower town area to be good for an entertaining afternoon, or evening, of purely recreational shagging. Some of them made excellent companions once properly trained, or so she had been told. However, she still hadn’t seen anything without a wand she’d want to keep around long-term, and especially not to make half blood babies with. However, she now admitted that it was possible to fall for a muggle.

Penelope had recently been promoted to Deputy Chief Security Warden replacing the deceased Phingarbang. It had taken her a while to find out what had happened to her predecessor as Chief Lugnutz had done his best to keep it secret that Phingarbang had gone over to He-who-must-not-be-named and had tried to kill Harry Potter while he was here visiting his parent’s graves. That had caused quite a stir when it finally did leak out. Still, it had earned her a promotion.

Now it was Saturday night, the time when the kooks came out to play around town. You would think that persons capable of magical powers could contain or control themselves, but there were always some problem cases. It was just sort of the nature of the town that brought that out. Usually the worst cases were handled with a stupefy spell followed by a whack or two in a sensitive area from a nightstick, but sometimes it was necessary to really fuck someone up. Penelope had already filled a few beds in the ICU at St. Mungo’s hospital, and had no regrets. Having a fierce reputation as a ballbusting bitch who didn’t take any bullshit was a definite asset to have when you’re a cop in Godric’s Hollow.

As she wandered around in the crowd she decided to make a pass over by the Golden Unicorn. It was a favorite place of hers and a big reason why she had wanted the DSW’s job. The primary fringe benefit to holding any official position in Godric’s Hollow was that you had frequent access on weekdays to the Unicorn at discount rates, plus occasional complementary passes from the Goblin owners when special services were rendered.

As she took the pathway through DeShay Municipal Park that led up to the Unicorn her attention was drawn to a strange looking figure standing in the bushes ahead of her. It looked like a man, a naked black guy! Just standing there, staring at her with wild looking eyes. “What the hell is going on now?” she wondered out loud.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

Dean Thomas was in a really good mood. He was finally on his way to the Golden Unicorn to get laid on some fine elf pussy. He had bragged to his friends that he was a regular at the Unicorn, but actually, he’d never gotten beyond the wanking booths on the first floor. He’d tried all semester to make reservations, but to no avail, until now. His mind swirled with what he was going to have the elf bitches do for him first. He’d definitely have one of them become Ginny Weasley first. The little bitch was resisting him now. The potion in the cakes had started out working just fine, but the past week or so the attraction didn’t seem to be working any more. Ginny had started back to talking about Harry more and more. He would have to talk to his mum about what to do to get the little cunt to drop her knickers for him. But that would be later, tonight he’d get everything he wanted.

As he reached the corner of the Unicorn he saw a really fine looking young white girl standing there against the wall of the building. She had short blonde hair, voluptuous breasts and a set of long lean legs. She was young, but not all that young judging from the number of small tattoos on her shoulders, arms, and legs; and the requisite large tattoo on her lower back just above her arse cheeks. A Godric’s Hollow license plate some now called it.

“Look at the tramp stamps on that slut,” thought Dean. She looked like she’d had a little too much to drink, but was still willing to party. She saw Dean and smiled at him.

“Hey, stud,” she said. “Where’re you going in such a hurry?”

“Pure white trash girl,” thought Dean as he felt the beginnings of an erection start to form in his trousers. “Man’s best friend when his dick is hard. And she’s already drunk!”

Dean stopped to talk a bit, she looked really hot with cheap strappy stripper platform sandals and a short black dress on that barely contained her ample bosom. She looked to be wearing nothing else underneath. “I have a date in the Unicorn tonight.”

“Aw damn, you mean a good looking black stud like you couldn’t get any real pussy so you’re doing it with a house elf?” she laughed. “You don’t look like you have to settle for less than the real thing if you don’t want to.”

“I usually don’t, as I have several bitches on a string, but bad luck set in and they’re all out of town this weekend. Of course, that leaves an opportunity for somebody new who is looking to get in on the action I’m putting down. If she plays her cards right, that is.”

“Well I’m interested in a player who can show me a good time, if you know what I mean.”

“I sure do and I’m packing the right tool for the job, provided you can take what I got to give.”

“Shit, lot’s of the dudes round here say they have big dicks, but they’ve always come up a little short for my needs, if you know what I mean. How about showing a girl a little proof that you have what she needs before she makes up her mind?”

Dean took the girl’s hand and pressed it against the bulge forming in his jeans. “Feeling is believing, baby. How’s that for proof?”

“Damn, boy!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Is that thing real?”

“Every bit of it, Grade A prime stud meat.”

The girl smiled and ran her tongue around her lips in a sensuous way that made Dean’s balls ache just to watch. “I think I can use some of that in me right about now,” she said as she took Dean by the hand and led him into the landscape foliage beside the Golden Unicorn. There she kicked off her fuck-me heels and quickly slid off her dress. Dean had been right, she had nothing on underneath. She lay down on the ground between two bushes and spread her legs wide. “Get bare arsed naked, stud boy, and fuck my pussy.”

Dean Thomas couldn’t believe his luck, he was finally about to get laid, and for free. What a story this would make Monday morning, all the better because this one was true. Dean looked around to see if anyone was watching but nobody seemed to have even noticed them. Slipping quickly out of his clothes down to his socks, he started to get into position between her legs.

“No, No, baby,” she said pushing him back and pointing at his feet. “I got totally naked, you can too if you want me. We’re going to fuck right here in the bushes, totally bare arsed naked.”

Dean stripped his socks, and then slipped into position. Dean was a bit scared now. He had only ever had sex with the cheaper prostitutes at the other houses, he’d never actually had sex with a real woman before so he didn’t really know what he was doing. His whole life was spent trying to impress the gullible with lies about his sexual prowess because he had a larger sized dick. But the girls at Hogwarts saw right through his façade and knew he was a big-mouthed knobhead on the make, and wouldn’t give him the time of day, much less pussy.

Still he was hard and felt his cock slide into the girl’s tight moist opening. He started to rock his hips back and forth trying to hold himself as long as possible before cumming inside her. He had barely gotten going when he heard the sound of a large commotion back towards the front of the Unicorn over by the park entrance.

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Deputy Chief Security Warden Penelope Clearwater stared in amazement at the naked young man she saw before her. She had already seen quite a number of strange things happen since she had joined the force, but this was a new one. The young man seemed about seventeen or eighteen years old, black, and reasonably well built. He looked familiar, like someone she remembered seeing around Hogwarts, one of the Gryffindors, she thought. She also noticed that he had a nice sized cock hanging between his legs. Penelope smiled to herself, he was probably drunk as a pixie, and got to shagging some girl in the park and forgot where he dropped his drawers. She would march him to the drunk tank through the town streets naked for a laugh, and let the poor sod sleep it off there in peace and turn him loose in the morning. Just another routine Saturday night nick in Godric’s Hollow.

Her attitude changed abruptly when the young man charged out of the bushes yelling at her and knocked her down. Then she could see that her attacker was fully erect and was trying to pull her robes off of her. The young man, turned maniac, was trying to rape her right there in the street. With her wand she signaled for help and then fought against the attacker as he tried to slide her knickers off. Penelope tried to bring her wand to bear and stun the attacker, but he knocked it out of her hand. She hit and kicked at him as best she could, but he was very strong and was getting the better of her. She screamed as she felt his hand go inside her top and begin to roughly caress her breasts, then her panties were ripped away and she felt his fingers probing inside her cunt. She struggled harder to get free of his grip but it was like iron. Finally, he forced her legs apart and positioned himself between them to penetrate her.

In the nick of time, she heard the welcome sounds of help arriving as her constables came in sight of the struggle. The maniac rapist looked up and began yelling, “No, no, it’s a mistake, she asked for it, she wanted me to do it to her. It’s her not me.” Then he ran away through the bushes and across the street towards the rear of the Golden Unicorn.

The three constables arrived and pulled Penelope to her feet asking if she was all right. “Fuck no, I’m not all right, you fucking moron, the bastard tried to rape me. Get after him; I want that son of a bitch caught.” The constables took up the chase through the bushes as Penelope straightened her clothes and retrieved her wand. She was furious, and somebody was about to pay dearly for it.

In the bushes beside the Golden Unicorn, Dean Thomas heard the commotion getting closer with lots of yelling and screaming. Then there was the sound of people running through the foliage, and they were headed right towards him and his new found friend. He couldn’t believe his bad luck, he finally gets his cock inside a girl and a fight breaks out. The girl beneath him got even more excited.

“The police are coming!” she said. “I can’t be found like this, I’m only thirteen and my daddy is the Chief of Police; he’ll kill me if they find me with you.” She pushed the amazed Dean off of her and grabbed her dress and shoes.

“THIRTEEN!” yelled Dean in horror as he realized he was fucking jailbait, he had known this was just too good to be true. “But … but … but the clothes, the shoes, the tattoos? You can’t be that young!”

“It’s just a spell, you dumbarse,” she hissed as a wave of her wand made the tattoos disappear, another wave and the stripper heels became little girl Mary Janes, and the revealing black dress turned into a modest knee length skirt with full blouse.

“Oh, shit, here they come; I’m really sorry, you’re a nice boy and all, but I’ll have to tell them you tried to rape me so I won’t get in trouble,” she said as she ran off into the darkness towards the oncoming figures. Dean Thomas knew he was in big trouble, but it was all just a mistake and he figured he could talk his way out of it. He went to pull his pants back on, but then discovered that all his clothes, and his wand, were missing. This didn’t look good.

Dean stood up and raised his hands in the air. Surely the police would let him explain that he didn’t know she was jailbait. As he stood there the three constables burst through the bushes and immediately tackled him to the ground. In seconds his hands were pulled behind his back and a set of tight manacles were fastened on his wrists. They rolled him over on his back and used their wands to light the scene and get a good look at their captive.

“We have the rapist over here, Ma’am,” said one of the constables.

Dean looked on in growing terror as a disheveled Penelope Clearwater stepped through the bushes and stared down at him lying naked on the ground, with nothing but pure malice in her eyes. She stopped beside him, still breathing heavily. “So there you are, you little shit, we’ve unfinished business to attend to. It’s my turn to play rough now.”

“Please listen to me,” Dean pleaded while starting to blubber. “You don’t understand, she asked me to do it with her, she looked like she wanted it. I didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve got to believe me she asked for it.”

“So I was just asking for it was I?” Penelope told a bewildered Dean Thomas, as she grew even more infuriated that the son of a bitch would try to blame her. “You know what, my lad, I think I hear you asking for something too, and I’m going to give it to you.” With a motion she had two of the constables each grab one of Thomas’ legs and spread them apart while the third constable used his wand to light the scene. Penelope then neatly transfigured her wand into a nice sized billy club. Placing a boot sole across Thomas’ throat to hold him steady, she raised the club and brought it down with all her strength behind it, striking Dean Thomas hard in the scrotum.

About forty-five feet above the hapless and pitifully screaming Dean Thomas stood Harry Potter on his apartment balcony. Harry could see the scene below quite well, while his presence was completely hidden to all below. They could only see a solid stone wall rising above them. Harry watched as the stiletto boot heel dug into the soft tissue of Dean’s throat and knew from painful experience that that alone had to hurt. Harry gave a half turn and pointed his wand at the stereo. “Activatia,” he incanted with a grin.

“You in the jungle, baby … wake up. Time to diiiieeeee,” came the words from the speakers, followed by a throbbing guitar rift. As he stood there wearing only his robe and his flip-flops, Harry began to mouth the words to song. The front of his robe was open and kneeling in front of him was Poontang, still in the form of the beautiful blonde jail-bait who had enticed Dean into the bushes. As Harry watched the club rise again for a second devastatingly painful blow to Dean’s groin, he saw that terror and the strangulation from Penelope’s boot across his throat had combined to cause Dean to have an erection. Unfortunately for him, the sight of his erect cock only infuriated Penelope even more and made that the focal point of her next strike.

Judging from the ensuing scream down below, Harry figured that the second one must have hurt even more than the first. Grabbing Poontang’s head in both hands Harry began to roughly thrust his erect cock into her mouth. “You can…ugh… have anything you …ugh… want, but you … better not …ugh … take it from me,” Harry grunted as he shoved his erection in and out of Poontang causing her to gag on his cock.

“You’re in the fucking jungle, baby,” yelled Harry, while Dean’s screams from the repeated smashing blows by Penelope to his genitals degenerated into a sound more like he was gargling before going to bed.

As Harry watched over the balcony at Dean, while continuing his thrusts, he could see that the constables had now join in and were kicking Thomas with their boots while the Deputy Security Warden continued to hold him beneath her bootheel, grinding his head into the ground while he writhed in pain. Overall, Harry figured that the constables seemed to know their business, because judging by the squealing and crying that poor old Dean was making what they were doing sure must hurt.

“Desiree was right,” Harry muttered to himself while grunting between thrusts, “Godric’s Hollow is a rough town. Especially when some motherfucker’s trying to take something from me.”

Finally, the Deputy Security Warden figured Dean had had enough and told the others to stop kicking him. Dean just lay there whimpering in pain, his bruised and bloody form shaking pathetically from the trauma that had been inflicted upon it. The bloody splotch at his groin meant that his testicles were beaten to a pulpy mass, and his cock was ruptured.

“Do we take him to St. Mungo’s, Ma’am?” asked one of the constables.

“Eventually,” hissed a breathless Penelope as she wiped the sweat from her brow on the sleeve of her blouse. She hadn’t given anyone such a working over in quite a while now, but it still felt good. Maybe the job as a Godric’s Hollow cop didn’t pay all that much, but it had its own special moments of job satisfaction.

“Cram this piece of shit into a holding oubliette until I have the paperwork ready to file charges for attempted rape, resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, indecent exposure, drunk and disorderly, and whatever the fuck else I can think of. First though, I think I’ll go get a drink, maybe several, then maybe we’ll ship him to the hospital.”

“Erm… Ma’am,” said a Constable. “If we wait too long they won’t be able to repair him, he’ll lose his balls, … probably his dick too from the look of it.”

“Well ain’t that just a fucking shame, a nutless rapist,” said Penelope as she started to walk back towards the street. “Lucky for him where he’s going for the next ten to twenty years he won’t need them anyway, or his dick. Now scrape that turd off the sidewalk and get him out of here before I charge him with loitering too.”

As the police left the scene with Dean, Harry experienced a fantastically satisfying climax inside Poontang’s mouth that left his body shaking in pure delight. It really was good when a fucking plan came together. Moments later Bustanut returned after having disposed of Dean’s clothing and wand. He was still in the form of Dean Thomas that he had used to make the fake assault on Penelope.

“Master orders that neither of you is to ever tell anyone about any of this,” Harry said while still breathing heavily from his exertions. Then he went and lay down on the bed to catch his breath. He smiled to himself as he lay there. Ten to twenty years in Azkaban was about what Dean would have received for using blood magic to rape Ginny, of course, it would have difficult to prove that charge in wizard court, and would have raised numerous nosy questions concerning Harry’s activities. This way was better, thought Harry as he drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: In case anyone was wondering. Yes, this was one of my favorite chapters to write. The action will be picking up very soon, bad things are about to happen….