Witchcraft and Devilry Chapter 10 (Patreon)

“Welcome back,” Luna said as Harry appeared in the Room of Requirement. “Rias’ familiar is so cute!”

“Hi, Luna,” Harry said tiredly as he stumbled into the room and sat down in the chair that quickly appeared next to him.

His threesome with Rias and Akeno had greatly improved his mood after everything he’d been through, but that quickly evaporated as he saw Luna and Hermione and was reminded of the conversation he was going to have to have with them.

“She took you out of Hogwarts?” Hermione asked peevishly.

“No, she didn’t,” Harry replied, shaking his head. “Ajuka Beelzebub, one of the most powerful devils in all existence, yanked me out of Hogwarts because he needed to talk to me about something.”

“Beelzebub?” Hermione asked. “I know that name, though I can’t recall the specifics.”

“No relation, actually,” Harry said. “It’s a title more than anything. Listen, you two might want to sit down.”

“What’s wrong?” Luna asked, getting the room to create two chairs and sitting down in one of them.

“Ajuka’s been researching my scar for weeks now,” Harry explained as Hermione sat down as well.

“Why?” Hermione asked, furrowing her brow.

“My original deal with Rias was that I would take her virginity and, in return, she would make me a devil,” Harry replied, wincing as his old friend’s eyes went wide with shock.

“You wanted to become...they can make humans into devils?” Hermione asked, rushing to her feet.

“It would have made dealing with the dragon simple,” Harry explained.

“Dealing with the dragon turned out to be simple,” Hermione countered.

“Not really,” Harry said. “There were protections on the egg to prevent summoning. Ajuka gave me something to get through them after the devil transformation failed. He then started running tests to find out why it had failed because it never had before.”

“And it turned out to have something to do with your scar?” Luna asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied, signaling for Hermione to sit back down. When she did, he continued, saying, “When Voldemort murdered my parents all those years ago, as we know, he tried to kill me and failed. His spell rebounded on him, destroying his body and leaving me with this little reminder of the encounter. He also created a connection between us.”

“A connection?” Luna asked.

“I guess this hasn’t come up yet,” Hermione replied before he could. “Harry’s scar burns when he’s close to Voldemort...I assume you told her that he’s not dead, right?”

“Yes,” Harry replied. “I also dream of him, but the dreams are more than just dreams, they’re visions.”

“That sounds really bad,” Luna murmured, looking concerned.

“You have no idea,” Harry laughed humorlessly. “Ajuka was able to figure out what it was and, as a result, why the dark dickhead isn’t dead yet.”

“Even Professor Dumbledore couldn’t answer that question,” Hermione said. “I suppose it would make sense for the devils to have a greater understanding of dark magic than any of us.”

“Voldemort is functionally immortal because he’s created something known as a horcrux,” Harry explained, “and Ajuka believes that he’s actually created more than one.”

“What’s a horcrux?” Luna asked.

“It’s a fragment of a person’s soul, torn free with an act of cold-blooded murder, and ritually sealed inside an object,” Harry replied, trying not to react as they both went pale. “As long as one of them exists on Earth, the person who made it cannot move on and so can return to life.”

“A phylactery,” Hermione breathed. When Harry gave her a questioning look, she added, “It’s a concept from muggle fantasy fiction, though they wrote of it as a vessel created to store an entire soul. You’re saying that he made more than one of these things?”

“Yes,” Harry replied grimly, “and Ajuka believes that because he did so and made his soul unstable, when he was killed by his own rebounded spell, another piece tore off and attached itself to the nearest living thing.”

“No,” Luna whimpered, realizing what he meant immediately.

“That’s not...no!” Hermione exclaimed. “That…”

“Makes sense,” Harry said, shaking his head glumly. “It explains the connection between us, which even Dumbledore couldn’t make sense of. It even explains why I can speak parseltongue when neither of my parents could.”

“But that would mean…” Luna went to say.

“As long as the horcrux inside me exists, he cannot die,” Harry confirmed.

“We...we have to tell Professor Dumbledore!” Hermione exclaimed, standing up and pacing about the room. “He must have some idea how to deal with this.”

“Dumbledore can’t help us,” Harry said. “He’s had over a decade to figure this out and hasn’t, or he has, and he could only think of one solution.”

“What...what are you saying?” Hermione asked.

“There’s only one traditional way to deal with a horcrux, Hermione,” Harry replied. “I’m not saying that I believe this, but if he did figure out what my scar is, I wouldn’t expect him to have told me. How do you tell someone that the man who murdered their parents can’t die as long as they live?”

“No!” Hermione shouted, tears streaming down her face as she rushed over to him. Wrapping her arms around him, she hissed, “There has to be another way!”

“What did Ajuka say?” Luna asked, looking just as horrified as Hermione.

“He thinks that there might be another solution,” Harry replied, and Hermione pulled back to look up at him, a glimmer of hope in her tear filled brown eyes. “Rias, Akeno, and I just got back from Italy, where he sent us after a reagent of some kind for a ritual he’s working on.”

“And this ritual will remove the horcrux?” Hermione asked.

“No,” Harry replied. “The ritual will put my soul in a coma, allowing the fragment of Voldemort to surface so that he can be interrogated.”

“Soul in a coma?” Hermione balked. “Is that safe?”

“Probably,” Harry shrugged. When the brunette glared at him, he added, “I trust that he knows what he’s doing. The failure of the evil pieces; the things they use to make people into devils, is a really big deal for him, and he wants to get it to work just for his own peace of mind. Once he can talk to Voldemort, he can force him to tell him where the other horcruxes are. The plan is to have Rias’ brother, Sirzechs, practice on them until he can safely destroy a soul fragment without harming the host object.”

“He can do that?” Hermione asked.

“Sirzechs is the most powerful devil in the underworld,” Luna replied. “If anyone can pull this off, it would be him.”

“If worst comes to worst, he can destroy the other horcruxes, and then I can go to the Underworld for a moment,” Harry said. “As long as none of the horcruxes remain on Earth, even for a moment, Voldemort’s soul will pass on, and we’ll be rid of him. When I die down the line, then the last one will go with me, and that will be that.”

“You won’t become a devil then, though,” Luna said

“No,” Harry muttered sadly.

“You want to be a devil?” Hermione asked, confused.

“I like Rias and Akeno, I really do,” Harry replied, “and they could live for millenia, remaining young pretty much the whole time. If I’m stuck as a mortal, even if wizards often live longer than muggles, I’ll grow old and die while they remain young and live.”

“And they can’t just pull an Arwen,” Hermione said.

“Pull a what?” Harry asked.

“Remind me to buy you the Lord of the Rings trilogy,” Hermione muttered. “I can’t believe you’ve had a piece of that monster inside you all these years. How are you doing?”

“That’s not even the most fucked-up thing I’ve come across over the last couple days,” Harry muttered, sitting back down.

“What could be worse than that?” Hermione asked.

Harry took a few minutes to tell them an abridged version of his adventures in Italy, watching them both grow pale and then green as he got to the part about the massacre near Turin.

“Wha...how in the world could the church justify something like that?” Hermione asked, completely aghast.

“They’ve justified worse,” Luna replied.

“Centuries ago, perhaps, but not…” Hermione argued.

“Rias figures that it was a rogue element that will quickly be excommunicated,” Harry cut her off.

“They should be in prison!” Hermione exclaimed.

“They remain committed enemies of the devils and therefore useful to Heaven,” Harry said. “When the Ty...God created the angels, he made it clear that there were certain sins they couldn’t commit without falling from grace forever. This is war, though, and in war, certain unpleasant things need to be done. To get around that, the angels, and through them, the church, have made use of certain rogue elements at times to do their dirty work and then cast them out.”

“Wouldn’t they then turn against the angels?” Luna asked.

“Some would, but they’ve usually been turned into such fanatics by that point that the focus of their hatred and insanity remains the devils,” Harry replied. “Rias figures that the psychos in this case will be excommunicated, though not before the church confiscates their research, so they can make use of it, and they’ll end up joining up with the fallen angels to continue the good fight with them.”

“That’s so evil, though,” Hermione said.

“You’ll hear no argument from me,” Harry muttered. “I have no idea how that poor kid’s going to recover from this. Those pieces of shit deserved worse than we…”

“You?” Hermione asked.

Harry paused for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of telling them everything. Eventually, he decided that he’d lied to Hermione enough.

“Hermione, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about all of this sooner,” he said. “I tried to justify it by thinking that I didn’t know what you’d do in response, trying to protect me, but the truth is that I felt overwhelmed by all the shit going on this year and just didn’t want to have to deal with you worrying about this as well. I should have been honest with you and just taken the time to explain my reasoning, though, and I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“Harry, given everything with the tournament, I understand why you did what you did, and if you hadn’t, we might never have learned about the horcrux,” Hermione said. “I care about you more than I could say, and if I think that you’re doing something needlessly dangerous, I will tell you, but know that you can trust me with anything. I’m on your side, come what may, and I need to know that you know that.”

“I do,” Harry smiled. His smile fell as he continued, saying, “I killed one of the guards who was pursuing Isaiah.”

“You…” Hermione said.

“He was an evil man, Harry,” Luna declared, giving him a reassuring look.

“You saved an innocent boy’s life,” Hermione added. “It’s unfortunate, but given that…”

“Isaiah was out of danger, and the guard was already incapacitated,” Harry cut her off. “Rias and Akeno wanted me to kill him, and so I did.”

“Why?” Hermione asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Because Voldemort could return to life at any point, rally the troops, most of whom he wouldn’t even need to break out of prison because they’re walking around free and running the fucking government, and then I’d be stuck facing an army of lunatics that want me and my loved ones dead,” Harry explained heatedly. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and added, “Rias is right; I can’t expect other people to defend me all the time, and if Voldemort or one of the Death Eaters comes at me intending to kill me, I need to be able to respond in kind. I’ll see that evil prick’s face when I close my eyes for a while, but given what he did, I can’t bring myself to truly regret killing him.”

“Pacifism only works in times of peace,” Luna said lightly. “I trust your judgment, Harry.”

“I trust you too, but…” Hermione trailed off, looking conflicted. “I don’t want you to let anyone, be it the devils or the Death Eaters, change who you are.”

“I don’t either, but it’s high time I grew up,” Harry said. “There’s a war coming, in all likelihood, and I can’t be caught on the back foot if it arrives. If the only way to save your life some day is to land a blasting curse between Voldemort’s or Lucius Malfoy’s eyes, I can’t still be the sort of guy who would hesitate to do that.”

“Harry,” Hermione said mournfully.

“Hey,” Harry said, standing up and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m still going to be me, Mione; that won’t change, but I’m going to need to be a version of me capable of defending the people I love.”

“Harry,” Hermione breathed, looking up into his wide eyes as he realized what he just said.

Before he could say any of the awkward things on the tip of his tongue, a tiny blonde missile crashed into them, wrapping her arms around them both.

“We’ll be right there with you,” Luna whispered, “as will Rias and Akeno. You won’t have to deal with this alone.”

“That’s right,” Hermione said adamantly.

Harry hugged them more tightly, swallowing thickly as the show of support made his heart swell. It had been an incredibly difficult day, one that he couldn’t believe wasn’t over yet, but knowing that he had people in his life who loved and supported him made it all tolerable.

“Now, your presents are likely waiting on your bed still,” Hermione said. “Shall we?”

“That sounds great,” Harry smiled.

“I know a shortcut!” Luna exclaimed, and a door appeared in the middle of the nearest wall.

“Huh?” Harry asked.

“Something we discovered about this room when we learned that you were in the hospital wing last night,” Hermione explained as Luna opened the door to reveal Harry’s dorm, which was luckily empty.

“Oh, wow,” Harry laughed lightly.

“This place is pretty incredible,” Hermione said. “I’m looking forward to really testing out its limits when we have a moment to spare.”

“I’m sure you will,” Harry grinned before heading with Luna towards his dorm room.

Hermione watched him go, feeling rather pensive. Few of the things that she’d learned in that conversation were pleasant, and under any other circumstances, she might have been left more worried about his association with the devils than she was before, but given what he’d said about his scar, that was a moot point.

“I’d expect the devils to know more about that sort of thing than any wizard, probably including Voldemort,” she thought to herself. “If they’re able to help him deal with it and the others, to save him from that monster once and for all, how could I object to that?”

Swallowing her remaining reservations, she decided to follow his lead in this, at least for now. She’d be checking the restricted section for any possible reference to Horcruxes, of course, unwilling to completely trust that the devils were being entirely forthcoming.

Her parents weren’t excessively religious, but they attended church often enough when she was growing up. Her very religious, High Anglican grandmother, who wouldn’t have been told about her magic even if they could have before she died during her second year, had been an influence on her, and even though she hadn’t seen the inside of a church in years, the idea of coming to rely on devils was unsettling to her. Rias did seem to genuinely care about Harry, though, and considering how much trouble he was in, he’d need all the help and care he could get.

She’d be keeping an eye on them, as best she could, and making sure that Harry was safe, but that would be for later. For now, she was going to do everything she could to help take Harry’s mind off of all of this, at least for the rest of the day.

Her mind made up, she followed him through the door, which promptly disappeared behind her.

*****

“This is deeply disturbing,” Sirzechs said as Rias finished giving her more detailed report to the four Satans.

“Horrifying,” Rias agreed. “This Valper Galilei is one of the most vile humans I’ve ever had the misfortune of learning of.”

“Oh, his callousness is par for the course with his type,” Sirzechs said. “I meant his research. The idea of the angels managing to make anyone capable of wielding holy swords…”

“It would eliminate a significant disadvantage from their side,” Ajuka scowled.

Rias schooled her features and tried not to demonstrate her irritation with her brother. He was so laid-back and carefree most of the time that it was easy to forget that he was millenia old and had seen countless untold horrors in his time. The aeons hadn’t made him as cold as Ajuka, but when the need arose for him to be serious, that laid-back attitude could melt like ice under the summer sun. As young as she was, Rias could still be disturbed at times, and the massacre of the children had disturbed her more than she’d let on.

“The priests and the mercenaries escaped?” Serafall asked, frowning.

“My men weren’t able to find any trace of them,” Sirzechs replied. “They gave the bunker a cursory sweep and found no documentation left behind.”

“And the children?” Rias asked.

“The local authorities were notified,” Sirzechs replied. “That will give the church a minor headache, though I’m sure they’ll cover it up well enough.”

“So we do nothing and wait to see if this Galilei figure pops up again,” Falbium sighed, lazily running his fingers through his goatee.

“Sadly, in this instance, there isn’t much more we can do,” Ajuka said.

“If I had known this was as serious as all this, I’d have looked into it myself,” Serafall said. “Tearing apart those mean old priests would have been super fun, and it’s not like heaven wouldn’t have just washed their hands of them anyway.”

“They’ll almost certainly end up allied with the fallen,” Falbium commented.

“Azazel’s been quiet for a very long time now,” Sirzechs said, tapping his fingers on his desk as he considered all that he’d heard from his sister. “He likely wouldn’t have much use for people as wretched as these, but I can think of several among his ranks who would be happy to use them.”

“A problem for another day,” Serafall said. “Was there anything else? Because I need to get back to filming.”

“I’ve gone over everything that I have,” Rias said.

“That’ll be all,” Sirzechs confirmed, and no sooner had he said that, than Serafall’s formal clothing was instantly replaced by her magical girl outfit.

Rias’ lips quirked upward at the display, having always found Serafall entertaining, in part because Sona really didn’t.

“Good bye, all,” Serafall said cheerfully. “Rias, tell Sona I miss her, and love her, and think about her every day.”

“Oh, I will,” Rias grinned as the Leviathan disappeared inside a pink ritual circle.

“Call me if anything else comes up,” Falbium yawned as he disappeared as well.

“Given how late we were in learning about the operation at all, I’m pleased with how things turned out,” Sirzechs said, “and proud of how you handled it. We might not have gotten our hands on their research or killed the man behind it, but we still learned more than we would have otherwise, and you even got a new member of your peerage out of it.”

“Yes, about that,” Rias said, preening internally under his praise. “Isaiah, or Kiba, as I’ve decided to name him, is going to have a very difficult time getting through this, I’m sure. Helping Akeno through the aftermath of her ordeal was one thing, but I had plenty of help, and she didn’t have to deal with both coming to terms with her family’s attempt to kill her and adjusting to becoming a devil at the same time. By the time I made her my queen, she had had years to move on.”

“It will be difficult,” Sirzechs admitted. “That resilience you mentioned sensing in him is going to be tested, but there is every chance that he’ll get through to the other side of this much stronger for it.”

“I was wondering if I might be able to borrow Souji for a while,” Rias said. “Given his experience, both as a knight in your service, and everything before that, I think he might be able to channel the all-consuming rage I expect Kiba to have when he wakes into something constructive.”

“You want to make your new knight a squire of sorts to my knight,” Sirzechs chuckled, amused by the idea. “Souji Okita is one of the most capable trainers I’ve ever met. If Kiba is as difficult as you imagine he’ll be, then I’ll gladly have him work to forge the boy into a proper knight.”

“Thank you,” Rias said. “Will that be all?”

“There is one other thing,” Ajuka said. “Inform Harry that the ritual will be ready in a week’s time. It’s turned out to be rather more complicated than I first thought, and will take a few more days than I believed.”

“I’ll tell him,” Rias replied. “Out of curiosity, how exactly do you intend to get the information out of the soul fragment inside him?”

“I still can’t believe that’s what turned out to be the problem,” Sirzechs murmured, shaking his head.

“This is probably the only time in history that someone has accidentally created a horcrux,” Ajuka said, narrowing his eyes. “If I ever get my hands on that blithering idiot, I will tear what remains of his soul apart myself for wasting my time. To answer your question, Rias, Harry won’t be harmed. In fact, I think he might be somewhat amused by what I have in mind, but I will say no more. Keep me informed of any further developments, old friend.”

“Will do,” Sirzechs said, smiling at Ajuka as he disappeared.

“Alright, I need to return to Kuoh,” Rias said. “Grayfia’s promised to contact me when Kiba wakes up, and I’d like to get some sleep before then.”

“I am proud of how you handled things, Rias,” Sirzechs said. “Intervening only when it was clear that things had gone very poorly for the church was the right call. That you managed to get both the information about what they were up to and a potential ally against them is commendable.”

“Thank you,” Rias smiled.

“If not sooner than that, I’ll see you when you bring the first horcrux for me to deal with,” Sirzechs said.

“You’ve never tried this before?” Rias asked.

“I’ve destroyed them in the past, but never specifically the soul fragment inside them,” Sirzechs replied. “It will require using the Power of Destruction with surgical precision beyond what I’ve done before, but I’m confident that I’ll manage it.”

“I hope so,” Rias muttered.

“Hey, we’ll find a way,” Sirzechs said reassuringly. “Take care.”

“You as well,” Rias replied before returning to her home in Japan.

*****

“Ah, Mr. Potter,” Professor McGonagall said, approaching the rather empty Gryffindor table the next morning. “The headmaster asked me to inform you that you’re to report to his office today after supper.”

“Did he say what this was regarding?” Harry asked, having a pretty good idea but wanting confirmation.

“He said that a couple officials from the ministry wanted to get your account of the night of the Yule Ball,” the professor replied, giving him a knowing look. “He also said to reassure you that you are not in trouble and to tell you that his favorite candies are gobstoppers.”

“I’ll keep all that in mind, professor,” Harry said.

“That vile cow!” Hermione hissed.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking over to find Hermione glaring down at the Daily Prophet.

“Oh, dear,” Luna sighed sadly as she looked over Hermione’s shoulder.

“Dumbledore’s giant mistake?” Harry asked, reading the title. “What in the world?”

“It’s a hit piece on Hagrid,” Hermione replied, handing him the paper. Looking up at the high table, she noticed that the man wasn’t anywhere to be seen and sighed. “He must have already seen it.”

“I’m starting to really hate this Skeeter woman,” Harry growled as he read over the full page of filth about how Hagrid was ill-suited to his role because of his giant heritage.

“I thought everyone knew that Hagrid was a half-giant,” Luna replied, furrowing her brow. “I always figured he was the product of forbidden love between a giantess and a human man who was devastatingly well-hu…”

“That little shit!” Harry hissed as he read what Malfoy had said to the reporter in question. “You’d think he’d be done hamming up that mild cut he suffered due to his own stupidity last year. It was bad enough; he tried to have Buckbeak killed.”

“He didn’t even have the stones to be in the castle when this dropped,” Hermione muttered, looking over at the Slytherin table. “We should go see Hagrid, Harry.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, setting down the paper.

“I’ll come along,” Luna said, joining them as they stood up. “I’ve always been fond of Hagrid.”

“Luna, try to keep any pet theories you have about his parents to yourself while we’re there,” Hermione said.

“Of course,” Luna replied airily. “No one like to think about their own conception.”

The three of them made their way out towards Hagrid’s hut, finding the door locked when they arrived.

“Hagrid, it’s Harry!” Harry called out. “I’m here with Hermione and Luna Lovegood.”

Hagrid opened the door, and Harry winced at how miserable the man looked.

“‘llo, you two, Luna,” Hagrid said, his voice sounding hoarse. “Don’t really feel up to having guests right now.”

“Hagrid, we read the article that vile woman wrote about you,” Hermione said. “Know that it doesn’t change how we feel about you at all.”

“That’s right,” Harry added.

“I already knew,” Luna smiled up at him.

“Course you did, Luna,” Hagrid said, shaking his head. “Fine, come in.”

The three of them followed him inside his cabin, finding it more unkempt than usual, and Fang whined at his master as he rejoined him, putting his giant head in the man’s lap as he sat down.

“Least I still ‘ave you,” Hagrid grumbled as he started scratching behind Fang’s ears.

“You still have all of us,” Harry said. “We couldn’t care less about who your mum is.”

“That’s kind a yeh to say, but look at what some of the others said,” Hagrid lamented, tossing his own, quite wrinkled copy of the paper at him.

“That’s just Malfoy being a prick,” Harry spat. “He’s just like his father, and you know what a terrible excuse for a person Lucius Malfoy is.”

“Well, yeh’ve a point there,” Hagrid said.

“How did Skeeter even find out about this?” Hermione asked. “I thought the headmaster banned her from the castle.”

“Rita Skeeter’s always been a right...well, I’m sure yeh can guess,” Hagrid replied. “Even as a little girl, she was always mean. Told her off fer bullying more than once I did, but it never stuck. The only one I’ve told about me mum fer a good while was…”

He trailed off there, looking even more stricken at that.

“Hagrid?” Harry asked.

“It weren’t her,” Hagrid said flatly.

“Well, however she found out about it, please don’t let it get you down,” Harry said warmly. “Even if your mum was like Skeeter wrote, which I doubt because she lies about everything, it wouldn’t matter. We’re not defined by our relatives, Hagrid. You know perfectly well that I’m nothing like the Dursleys.”

“Yer right bout that,” Hagrid smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Listen, you three, it was really sweet of yehs to come see me like this, but I’ve a headache to nurse and a big ole mutt to feed.”

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Hermione said. “I just hope that you didn’t take any of that nonsense to heart. We all love having you here, and I’ve really enjoyed having you as a professor.”

“Coming from you, that means a lot,” Hagrid mumbled. “To be honest, I had started to wonder if I should hang it up.”

“Please don’t,” Luna pleaded. “You’re great with magical animals, and your lessons are always so straightforward and fun.”

Hagrid smiled again and said, “Nah, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere so long as Professor Dumbledore still wants me here.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Hagrid,” Harry said.

The three of them said their goodbyes and left the hut.

“Harry, do you have the map on you?” Hermione asked.

“I’ll probably never leave without it again,” Harry muttered, reaching into his pokeskin pouch and pulling it out. “Why?”

“It’s possible that Skeeter just has sources within the school,” Hermione said, “as I’m sure that Malfoy his ilk would happily do her dirty work, but I’m also wondering if she hasn’t been sneaking about the castle itself.”

“Did you ever see her while you were looking at the map?” Harry asked, handing it over.

“No,” Hermione replied, “but I could have just missed her, and if she’s as much of a sadistic bitch as I think she is, I would expect her to come by today to see the reaction to her work. I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.”

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever looked at it during the holidays before,” Harry murmured, noting just how sparsely populated the castle was just then.

“Well, I don’t…” Hermione went to say.

“There!” Luna exclaimed, pointing right at one of the far corners of the grounds.

Sure enough, Rita Skeeter’s name was there, and she was moving rather slowly towards Hagrid’s hut.

“You called it,” Harry said. “She’s coming this way.”

Reaching back into the pouch, he pulled out his invisibility cloak and threw it over his shoulders, signaling for both of them to join him. They quickly did, and he made sure that they were all fully covered as they waited for Skeeter to appear. Hermione cast a silencing charm on the cloak to ensure that no sound would get out of it, and the three of them just stood still.

“She seemed to be making a beeline for this place,” Harry muttered after a minute, looking back down at the map. “Wait, there she is!”

“What?” Hermione asked, looking over his shoulder and noting the same thing.

Rita Skeeter was apparently just ten to twenty feet in front of them.

“An invisibility cloak!” Harry exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “That must be how she spies on people.”

“Or she’s just really good at disillusionment charms,” Luna chimed in while looking over the cloak.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked.

“Looking for marks,” Luna replied simply. “Can you cast the human detection charm? I haven’t mastered it yet.”

“I was just about to,” Hermione replied. “Hominem Revelio.”

She gasped then, startling Harry.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s not a cloak, nor is it a charm,” Hermione said, sounding excited. “She’s there, but she’s tiny. Insect-sized, I’d say.”

“An animagus,” Harry breathed. “Oh, that makes so much sense.”

“She can’t be registered,” Hermione gushed, practically salivating at the prospect of getting one over on the nuisance. “Come, let’s try and see what she is.”

The three of them slowly made their way over to Hagrid’s hut and, looking at the window, found a very colorful beetle on it, peering inside the small stone building.

“I’d have guessed cockroach, but this works,” Harry said, and Hermione snorted.

“I’ll stun her and we can take her somewhere privately to talk,” Hermione said, pointing her wand at the beetle.

Just as she was about to poke the wand through the seam of the cloak, Luna pulled her arm back and hissed, “Wait!”

“What?” Hermione asked.

“What exactly are you planning?” Luna asked.

“I’m going to blackmail her into leaving us alone,” Hermione replied. “Being an unregistered animagus is a serious crime, and there’s no way that word wouldn’t have spread about what she is if she were registered.”

“You heard Hagrid, Hermione, Rita Skeeter has been hurting people all her life,” Luna replied. “Blackmailing her might work for a while, but it’s not going to work forever.”

“What would you suggest, then?” Hermione asked.

“I have an idea,” Luna replied, “but I’d rather run it by Rias first. She’s more conniving than I am and could probably help me workshop what I have in mind. If you don’t like what we come up with, I’m sure you’ll get another opportunity to confront Skeeter down the line. She’ll be back here while there’s still opportunities for stories, and you know how to find her.”

“I suppose,” Hermione said, putting her wand away.

“Harry, are you busy?” Rias asked through their mental connection.

“Not really, what’s up?” Harry replied, drawing a confused look from Hermione, which made him realize he’d said that out loud.

“Rias,” Luna explained.

“Akeno and I are free and were wondering if we could come by,” Rias said. “Akeno would like to meet your friend now that she knows about us.”

“Sure,” Harry replied. Turning to the others, he said, “Rias and Akeno wanted to come by. Do you two want to join me in the room?”

“Why not?” Hermione asked as Luna nodded emphatically.

“Alright, we’ll be there in a few,” Harry replied.

The three of them left Hagrid’s hut, deciding to put a pin in their reporter problem for the moment. The castle remained blissfully empty, and they made remarkable time in getting all the way to the seventh-floor corridor that had become their most frequented spot in recent weeks.

“Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima,” Harry called out, holding one of the summoning papers in front of him.

As they appeared, Hermione asked, “How exactly do those work?”

“They’re charmed to act as mobile, simplified summoning rituals,” Rias replied. “An invention of Ajuka Beelzebub’s, they make it far easier for mortals to summon us, since otherwise they’d normally need to undergo the more extensive ritual that Harry used the first time.”

As the redhead handed another paper to Harry, Hermione’s eyes fell on the second woman he’d summoned. With purple eyes, long, black hair, a hauntingly beautiful face, and perhaps an even better body than Rias’, she was utterly stunning. The fact that Harry was sleeping with both of these women, often simultaneously, by the sound of it, did not make her feel particularly great.

“Akeno, this is Hermione Granger; Hermione, this is Akeno Himejima,” Harry said, introducing them.

“Ah, so you’re the famous Hermione. It’s nice to meet you,” Akeno said warmly. With an impish grin, she added, “You’re just as pretty as Harry said.”

“Wha?” Hermione squeaked.

As Harry went to say something that likely would have been awkward, Luna stepped in and commented, “You really are, you know. Harry and I both couldn’t take our eyes off you when you walked in with Viktor the other night.”

Hermione’s eyes locked onto Harry’s, neither of them quite sure what to say.

“She’s right,” Harry murmured after a moment. “It’s a pity the night went the way it did. I still owe you a dance.”

“So...some other time,” Hermione stammered, her face flushing as he stared down into her eyes.

“Viktor?” Akeno asked.

“My date to the ball,” Hermione replied, happy for the change of subject. Turning to Harry, she said, “You should have seen what Skeeter had to say about that yesterday.”

“That bad?” Harry asked.

“Let’s just say that I’m really looking forward to seeing what Luna has in mind for her,” Hermione replied.

At Rias’ questioning look, Luna said, “A rather unpleasant reporter who’s been writing terrible things about a few people we care about. I have something that I want to run past you later.”

“Anything that pays her back for insinuating that I’m a gold-digging hussy, hoping from one rich pureblood to another,” Hermione growled.

“Oh, did I get upgraded from a half-blood?” Harry asked sarcastically.

“Given that I’m muggleborn, I think that’s the only distinction that matters to them,” Hermione replied.

“I’m sorry, muggleborn? Pureblood?” Rias asked.

“Muggle is our term for mundane humans,” Hermione replied. “Neither of my parents are magical, so I’m muggleborn, while because Harry’s mother was muggleborn and his father was a pureblood, he’s a half-blood.”

Rias and Akeno looked even more confused at that explanation.

“Um, none of you are the product of normal humans,” Rias said.

“What?” Hermione asked. “My parents are absolutely muggles.”

“Oh, I believe you that neither of them can do magic,” Rias said, “as magic can skip generations, I know, but natural, pureblood humans are not born with the gift of magic. Only the descendants of angels, devils, and other gods are so gifted.”

“Wait, what?” Harry asked.

“When the Tyrant…” Rias went to explain.

“God,” Harry explained to Hermione.

“...augmented the primitive humanoids of Earth into his favorite creations; he created the sacred gear system as well,” Rias explained. “Sacred gears are powerful artifacts bestowed upon humans in accordance with his will. Those who possess them can perform great, miraculous feats, and because they’re rare and given at seeming random, they make them seem like gifts of his, adding to his great mysteries. Then the angels screwed it all up.”

“How so?” Luna asked.

“I said before that the descendants of angels, devils, and gods can perform acts of magic, and that’s true, but the lion’s share of them are descendants of the fallen angels,” Rias replied. “Angels cannot willingly have sex without falling, as that means giving into the sin of lust, but there are many fallen angels. Of the fallen, while there are outliers who fell due to the other deadly sins, such as the general Kokabiel, who fell due to excessive wrath, the overwhelming majority fell due to lust, usually for humans.”

“Wait, so we’re all angels?” Harry asked, deeply confused.

“No,” Rias replied with a laugh. “You inevitably descend from one, but very distantly. After a few generations of having children with normal humans, the descendants of the fallen are usually only a little stronger and more durable than they are, but the potential for magic still exists.”

“How on Earth would we not know this, though?” Hermione asked, after having just listened in stunned silence up to that point.

“Well, it’s not like the fallen angels usually stick around,” Akeno said with surprising venom. “Often they don’t even tell the human in question what they are.”

“And we know that purebloods like the Malfoys often just discard squibs,” Harry added. “If that’s been a common practice for centuries and the squibs have gone on to have children of their own, it would be possible for magic to resurface down the line.”

“And so these proud purebloods, who can trace their magical lineage back to the time of Merlin, see these random magical children appear among the muggles and wonder how that happened,” Hermione sighed, realizing that did make some sense. “You’re seriously telling us that we’re all nephilim?”

“Um, kind of,” Rias replied, looking uncomfortable. “That word is often used to describe any hybrid born to any angel of an angel.”

“Man, I wish I could tell Malfoy any of this,” Harry sighed, deciding not to question why she had seemed so perturbed by the subject.

“He wouldn’t believe you even if you could,” Hermione scoffed. “His entire worldview is based on delusions of his own apparent superiority. The fact that that’s not even slightly true is funny, but again, there’s no way that he’d ever accept the truth. It does make me wonder which of my parents is the descendant of squibs, though.”

“It could be both, for all we know,” Akeno said. “No one’s quite sure why magic skips generations among the wizards and witches.”

“Wait, so if we’re the descendants of angels, you could still make Harry into a devil if not for his scar?” Hermione asked.

“He told you about that?” Rias asked in surprise. “Yes. There are, generally speaking, no limitations to who the evil pieces can turn into devils. Harry’s case is very unique.”

“Hmm, that’s actually terrifying if you think about it,” Hermione commented. “Your numbers are theoretically limitless.”

“Oh, there are plenty of limits,” Rias corrected her. “For one thing, our people’s fertility rates are abysmally low, and beyond that, the crystals that are used to create the evil pieces are only found in one region of the Underworld and aren’t exceedingly common. The reality is that we’ll run out one of these days, and that is part of why they’re made into chess pieces. Each king is limited to just fifteen servants, less if they’re quite powerful and end up requiring multiple pieces of the same type.”

“Ah,” Hermione said, intrigued. She might not really trust the devils just yet, but she couldn’t deny that they were fascinating.

“I wonder if there are any other sources of the crystals,” Luna piped up.

“There have been many attempts to find more deposits over the years, despite the Agares’ best efforts,” Rias replied. “None have been successful.”

“Hmm, anyway, Harry, have you recovered from your fight with Crouch?” Luna asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied, furrowing his brow at the sudden change of subject. “I was pretty much good to go by the next morning.”

“That’s great,” Luna gushed. “Does that mean we could have sex?”

“Luna!” Hermione exclaimed, sputtering at the sudden request.

“Oh, don’t worry, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Luna smiled at the flustered brunette. “I’m going to have an audience as is.”

“I...I...that…” Hermione stuttered as Harry facepalmed.

Off to the side, Akeno giggled at the display while Rias grinned.

“I need to go to the labrary...library,” Hermione rushed out as her face turned beet red. “I’ll see you later, Harry.”

With that, she ran out of the room, leaving Harry alone with Luna, Akeno, and Rias.

“She really needs to learn how to relax,” Luna said as she watched the door close behind Hermione. “She’ll get a terrible wrackspurt infestation like that.”

“Luna, you can’t just offer to let random people watch us have sex,” Harry groaned.

“Hermione’s not a random person, though,” Luna replied, her large blue eyes looking at him in confusion. “I just figured that letting her watch my first time might set her mind at ease for when you seduce her.”

“What?!” Harry exclaimed. “I’m not seducing Hermione!”

“Really?” Luna asked. “That’s sad, because she clearly wants you to, and I just figured from how you looked at her in that dress that you wanted her too.”

“Hermione doesn’t…” Harry went to protest.

“She very likely does,” Rias interjected. “Granted, I’ve only met her twice now, but the way she looks at you is pretty telling.”

“I…” Harry trailed off. “She’s never said anything.”

“Girls usually don’t,” Akeno grinned. “I’m afraid Rias and I have kind of spoiled you, but girls don’t usually just hop on your dick like we have, no matter how impressive it is.”

“If it’s all the same, I’d rather not hop on your penis, Harry,” Luna said. “As large as it is, I expect it to be difficult to take, though I am so looking forward to trying.”

Harry closed his eyes and sat down, still processing the idea that his best friend wanted him. Hermione had been such a close friend for so long that Harry hadn’t wanted to risk ruining that, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed how her arse looked in jeans or how cute she had become, especially since she had her teeth shrunk. He had definitely noticed how amazing she looked in her dress at the ball too. If she did want him, he’d be more than willing, but he somehow doubted that she’d want all that being with him would entail.

“I somehow doubt she’s jumping at the chance to share me with you three,” he said after a moment.

“Time will tell,” Luna said, climbing into his lap.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and stared into her silvery-blue eyes. All that he had gained in his life over the last month was because of this girl he had randomly bumped into, and he had grown very fond of her.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, brushing her long blonde hair behind her ear.

“So are you,” Luna replied, smiling widely, and he chuckled at the compliment.

Cupping her cheeks, he pulled her in and pressed his lips against hers. It was just as chaste as the first time they kissed, though it didn’t stay that way for long as Luna immediately moaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Grinning at her enthusiasm, he returned the kiss with equal passion, running his hands down towards her arse.

Rias and Akeno watched the display gleefully. They had long since decided to bring the blonde in on the fun and knew that she wanted their lover desperately. Rias was increasingly convinced that she’d make a good devil, having a naturally libertine nature that would work perfectly for a creature of sin, as well as a keen intellect and not insignificant magical talent. She had a knight, a rook, a bishop, and all of her pawns left, and she wasn’t sure what would be the best fit for her, though she had already eliminated the rook.

“Mmm, oh wow, it’s growing!” Luna exclaimed, reaching down to grasp Harry’s cock through his pants.

“I can’t blame it,” Harry grunted.

“I think you two are wearing far too many clothes,” Akeno said, waving her hand over the pair of them.

Before Harry could say a word, their clothing disappeared, and he was left with a very naked blonde in his lap. Luna’s breasts were small but firm, sitting high on her chest with slightly oversized pink nipples, which were already hard. Her smooth, pale skin was flawless, and Harry let his eyes trail down over her flat belly until they settled on her completely hairless mound.

“As I said, beautiful,” Harry whispered.

“I hope my breasts get bigger,” Luna said, cupping her tits with her small hands.

“I think they’re lovely,” Harry rumbled, sliding a hand up along her chest until he had slid under her own hand.

Luna gasped as he kneaded her breast, leaning back a bit to give him better access to her sensitive skin.

“Bring her here, Harry,” Rias said, and Harry looked up to notice her and Akeno both lying on a large, comfortable-looking bed, with not a stitch on.

Luna looked over as well, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight of them. For all her apparent voyeuristic tendencies, she had yet to watch him with either of his lovers. He expected that she’d get just such an opportunity tonight, provided he didn’t tire her out before moving onto them.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he stood up, carrying her to the bed. With his hands on her arse, he walked her over, kissing her again as he went, and carefully deposited her down between Rias and Akeno.

“Such an innocent little thing you are,” Rias purred, brushing a finger down along Luna’s cheek.

“Not for long, I hope,” Luna grinned, spreading her legs wide.

“Definitely not,” Akeno laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you left here tonight without a single virgin hole left.”

Harry was struck by the sudden thought that the tiny blonde had two devils on her shoulders.

“Oh, I was planning to let Harry bugger me for his birthday,” Luna said. Looking at him, she added, “That should be enough time to train my bum to take every inch of your penis.”

“Fuck, Luna,” Harry groaned as Akeno cackled.

“That’s certainly the idea,” Luna grinned.

“At least during sex, you might want to try calling it a cock,” Akeno grinned. “It sounds much hotter than penis.”

“Okay,” Luna agreed quickly.

“Now, Harry, you’re going to have to remember to be gentler with Luna than you’re used to,” Rias cautioned. “You’ve only ever slept with devils, and humans are much more fragile.”

“I trust you, Harry,” Luna said, making him smile.

“I guess that I’ll just have to take my time and make sure that you’re as ready as you possibly could be,” Harry grinned.

“Does that mean parseltongue?!” Luna shivered.

“It means plenty,” Harry replied, kissing her again.

Luna wrapped her arms around him as his tongue dueled hers for dominance in her mouth. As he explored her mouth with his tongue, he snaked his hands down along her sides, over her hips, and onto her thighs. Breaking the kiss, he grinned down at her for a moment and started trailing his lips along the slender column of her neck, eliciting breathy moans that made his cock throb.

“Rias,” Luna said as she looked at the grinning redhead, “do you want to sit on my face? I think it would be only right, for letting Harry fuck me, and I do so want to try cunnilingus.”

Rias laughed at that and said, “Later. I want you to be able to watch as Harry buries every inch of that big, thick cock inside your tiny little pussy.”

Luna whimpered at that and said, “My poor vagina will never be the same again.”

“I’m sure they’ll grow, but even if they don’t, you don’t have to worry about your breasts at all,” Harry said as he reached her chest. “They’re gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you...oh!” Luna gasped as Harry wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. “Oh my, that feels even better than I imagined.”

“It feels even better when you can have them both sucked on at once,” Akeno purred before joining Harry at her chest.

Luna grabbed both of their heads, snaking her fingers into their equally dark hair and holding them to her breasts. She whimpered, her mind already blown by how much better that felt than when she touched herself, and when she looked up and saw Rias grinning down at her, the sheer desire in the beautiful redhead’s eyes made her core burn even hotter.

“Enjoying yourself?” Rias smirked.

“Yes,” Luna replied. “I had no idea that my breasts were so sensitive.”

“Wait until he’s eating you out,” Akeno giggled. “Your screams are going to be deafening.”

The brunette returned to teasing her breast with her lips and tongue, and Luna turned back to Rias, saying, “Kiss me, please.”

“How could I deny such a request?” Rias grinned before leaning down and capturing her lips.

Kissing Rias was different from kissing Harry; her lips were slightly softer and her kiss was not quite as dominating. The other woman went slowly, coaxing Luna’s tongue out to play with her own and inflaming her desires ever further. She was sin and seduction personified, and the blonde already knew that she was going to adore serving her.

She had liked kissing Harry earlier, enjoying the feeling of surrendering and melting against his larger form. She hoped that he got even bigger, so he could tower over her and she could climb him like a tree. His penis was probably already on the higher end of what she could reasonably expect to fit inside herself, though, so hopefully either it stayed the same, or her vagina became stretchier.

“Ahh!” Luna cried when she felt Harry’s hands spread her thighs further apart.

She looked down to see him trailing kisses along her belly and giggled when he dipped his tongue inside her naval. Shaking with need, her eyes locked onto his as he drew ever closer to her dripping cunt.

“Fuck, you smell good,” Harry groaned, planting wet kisses on her inner thighs.

“Please lick me,” Luna sighed. “Please, I need it so badly.”

“How long have you wanted him?” Akeno asked.

“I’ve always thought he was handsome, but I’ve been dreaming of him ruining me for weeks now,” Luna replied.

“This being your first time, you shouldn’t be teased too much, but I would love to see how desperate you could get if we tied you down and denied you again and again for hours,” Akeno purred, moving up towards her face and nibbling on her earlobe.

“I...ah, that sounds fun,” Luna sighed, and Akeno laughed.

“I’m beginning to suspect that you two might get along better than I expected,” Rias grinned.

“You and Harry more than satisfy my masochistic needs,” Akeno said, “but I haven’t had anyone to play with when I want to indulge my sadistic side.”

“Just keep in mind she’s mortal,” Rias said.

“I’m happy to let you torment me some time just to try it,” Luna said. “At least the more mild things, anyway.”

Akeno kissed her deeply, and Luna moaned into the brunette’s mouth, her whole body shaking in anticipation as Harry inched closer and closer to her pussy. When she first felt his long, dexterous tongue brush lightly over her nether nips, she screamed into Akeno’s mouth. She had been dreaming of having Harry’s sinful mouth on her for weeks, but nothing in her impressive imagination could have prepared her for the actual sensations.

“Oh, Harry, that feels...eek...so good,” Luna squeaked. “Does my vagina taste good?”

“Fuck yes,” Harry groaned, having long since grown fond of the taste of pussy.

The first few swipes of his tongue over her heated folds had been teasing and probing, but Luna was already dripping wet, and he didn’t feel like denying her further. Diving in in earnest, he devoured her pussy, using every bit of experience he’d gained over the last month to drive her mad with pleasure. Luna’s large eyes went wide as saucers, and she screamed as the pleasure overwhelmed her immediately. Her hands flew to his head, and she buried her fingers in his thick, dark hair as she held him in place.

“Oh, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, holy hell!” she babbled, her thighs shaking as she soared towards her peak.

She looked up to see Rias and Akeno both grinning down at her, both of them loving the sight of the innocent girl getting her first taste of true pleasure. The wickedness in their eyes only turned her on more, and when she felt Harry wrap his lips around her hard nub and start sucking, her vision went white.

“HARRY!” Luna shrieked at the top of her lungs as she came hard.

Her back arched off the bed, and myriad colors danced behind her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known coursed through her body. This was going to be something she’d want to experience often, she knew at once and as her climax slowly abated, she settled back on the bed, feeling utterly relaxed. Opening her eyes, she looked down at Harry, seeing his beautiful green eyes lit up with a sort of mischievousness she’d never seen in them before. Before she could ask what he was thinking, she heard a sort of hissing sound, and she instantly came even harder than before.

“I was wondering how she’d handle that,” Rias smirked as she watched the tiny blonde writhe and convulse in ecstasy as she squirted all over Harry’s face.

“Seeing her face contort in pleasure makes me wonder what she’d look like in pain,” Akeno tittered, biting one of her knuckles gently as she felt arousal run down her thighs. “I’ve thought for a while now that Luna would end up a complete hedonist if properly corrupted.”

“I’m sure you’ll find out,” Rias said. “Now get Harry’s cock nice and slick for her. We can teach her how to suck it another time.”

“Hmm, gladly,” Akeno purred, crawling over to them on the bed as Luna went limp.

“She lasted longer than I...oh fuck!” Harry moaned as Akeno wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and quickly took him to the root. Rolling over onto his back he grabbed her ponytail and held her head as she swallowed around him.

“I’d say you enjoyed that,” Rias snorted as she gently caressed Luna’s cheek.

The blonde’s eyes fluttered open as she gasped for breath, panting, “Ama...zing.”

“And only a taste of the pleasure you’ll know in our arms,” Rias purred.

Luna smiled widely up at her, taking a moment to catch her breath. As her breathing returned to normal, she asked, “Can I be your servant too? The benefits are too fun to turn down.”

Rias laughed and said, “We’ll see.”

“Mmm, I’d happily earn it,” Luna purred, ghosting her fingers over Rias’ hip as she stared down at her hard pink nipples.

“Of that, I have no doubt,” Rias grinned. Turning to Harry, whose moans had turned to strangled groans as Akeno did her best to suck his soul out of his cock, she said, “I think it’s time.”

“Oh,” Akeno complained, pouting at Rias.

“It’s okay, Akeno,” Luna said. “If you teach me how to eat you out after Harry’s done ravaging my tight little body, I’ll happily feed you his load from my ruined pussy.”

“Fuck, Luna,” Harry groaned, feeling as hard as he could ever remember being.

“Yes, please,” Luna smiled, lying back and spreading her legs wide.

Harry moved over to her and, taking his cock in hand, slapped it on her belly, marveling at how much he dwarfed her.

“Merlin’s balls, you’re tiny,” he breathed.

“You’re going to ruin me, Harry,” Luna cooed, grinning up at him. “I won’t even be able to feel lesser boys after you’ve fucked me.”

“There won’t be any boys,” Harry growled, overcome by a sudden sense of possessiveness.

“Of course,” Luna said, blinking at him. “It would be silly to try that if I wouldn’t even feel them.”

Rias snorted at that.

“You are mine,” Harry said slowly as he lined himself up with her drooling pussy and pushed forward.

“Yes, I OH!” Luna cried, wincing as he tore through her hymen.

“Holy fuck,” Harry grunted as he felt her insanely tight tunnel squeeze him.

Rias and Akeno both felt like they were made to fit him, clinging to him perfectly in a way that he had long since figured had to be demonic. Luna was almost too tight, and her hot, wet pussy felt incredible. As he looked up into her eyes, though, he saw her tearing up and quickly leaned in to kiss her softly.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Just hold still until she says,” Rias advised.

“It’s okay,” Luna whispered, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “I knew it would hurt.”

“Take all the time you need,” Harry whispered, brushing her hair out of her face and caressing her tenderly.

She kissed him softly, and he returned it slowly, trying to take her mind off of the lingering soreness. She had tensed under him when he first pushed inside her, and as he continued kissing her and gently kneading her breasts, he felt her relax. When he felt her vice-like grip on his cock relax a little too, he figured she was ready and moved back to look at her. Luna nodded, and he pushed forward, burying another inch of his cock inside her.

“Oh, you’re so big,” Luna sighed dreamily.

“Just let me know if you want me to slow down,” Harry said, continuing to fuck her with short little thrusts to let her get used to him as he gradually moved deeper.

“It’s okay; it’s starting to feel really good,” Luna replied. “Does the burning go away, or is that just because you’re shoving something as big as my forearm inside me?”

“It’ll pass,” Akeno giggled.

“Oh, but I actually kind of like it,” Luna said, looking him in the eye. “I like the feeling of being stretched so wide by you.”

Luna had a way of saying everything, no matter how dirty, with, that same innocent-sounding, dreamy tone she always spoke with and somehow that made her words even hotter. He continued to bury more and more of his cock inside her slowly as she cooed and whimpered, never once telling him to stop or slow down. By the time half of him was inside her pussy, he was surprised to be able to keep going, and eventually, to his amazement, he felt his large, heavy balls rest on her pert arse.

“Oh!” Luna cried, shaking and covered in sweat from the exertion. “That’s all of it?”

“Yes,” Harry replied through gritted teeth.

“Impressive,” Akeno commented, crawling up behind him and pressing her warm body against his back. Harry’s breath hitched when he felt her breasts squish against his muscular form.

“Oh, look, you can actually see your cock through her,” Rias laughed as she ran her hand over the bulge under her bellybutton.

“Hmm, seems like you rearranged her guts,” Akeno purred, looking into Luna’s wide, lust-darkened eyes and grinning as the blonde shuddered.

“Fuck me, Harry,” the blonde begged. “Fuck me with that big, thick cock until you cum.”

“Merlin’s balls, Luna,” Harry groaned, pulling several inches of his cock from her clinging depths and thrusting back inside her gently.

He moved carefully to start out, becoming all the more cautious when he looked down and saw her blood on his cock, but as wet as she was, he found that he could fuck her easily enough and slowly worked up to a steady pace.

“Oh my!” Luna gasped when he brushed against something particularly sensitive inside her. “I understand why you two are so fond of this. Harder, Harry.”

Harry grinned and picked up his pace, still not fucking her anywhere near as hard as he could. Luna’s moans grew louder, and she clenched her eyes shut as the pleasure grew more intense. Harry felt closer than he would have liked, having nearly cum from Akeno’s masterful blowjob before, and he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, trying to find one of the deep spots that his other lovers adored. After failing to find anything for a couple minutes, he moved her legs up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders.

“Ahh!” Luna cried as his cock bumped against something deep inside her that felt incredible.

“Hmm, I swear every part of you is cute,” Akeno cooed, taking one of Luna’s feet in her hands. Without another word she, wrapped her lips around the blonde’s big toe.

“That feels...ah...so good,” Luna moaned grabbing the sheets on either side of her.

When Harry felt her pussy start to flutter around him, he reached down, meaning to stroke her clit, when Rias stopped him.

“No, let me,” she said, grinning devilishly.

Before he could ask why, she leaned down and started flicking her tongue over Luna’s throbbing clit.

“YES!” Luna screamed, drowning in pleasure as everything grew too intense for her to handle.

She had been racing towards her orgasm for several minutes by then, and the sudden extra stimulation pushed her over the edge. With a wordless wail, she came hard, her whole body writhing in ecstasy under them.

“Cum inside her,” Akeno whispered in his ear. “I want to drink your load from her gaping pussy.”

“Fuck!” Harry grunted as her words sent him over the edge.

Rias moved out of the way just as he fell forward, catching himself on his forearms to avoid crushing Luna. He shot rope after rope of thick cum inside her pussy, painting her inner walls white. As he looked down into her eyes, which stared blankly up at nothing as she continued to cum hard, he grinned and hugged her to him.

“Gonna...want this...a lot,” she panted as her orgasm finally abated.

“Luckily for you, all of us really, Harry’s more than up to the challenge,” Akeno purred. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was still hard.”

“You know I am,” Harry grinned, pulling his cock, slick with Luna’s juices and her blood, from her very pink pussy.

Looking down at her gaping quim, he knew she was going to be sore for a while and made a note to have the room create a very warm bath for her later.

“Aww, it’s all leaking out,” Luna complained as she ran her fingers through the river of cum. As she licked them clean, she said, “Mmm, salty. Akeno, could you sit on my face now?”

Akeno just laughed and crawled over to her, moving into position until she was straddling Luna’s face.

“Just do what feels natural for now, and I’ll let you know if you do anything wrong,” Akeno said as she lowered her dripping slit down onto Luna’s mouth. With a pleasured sigh, she buried her face between the blonde’s thighs and started lapping at her folds.

“I’d say that went well,” Rias said, crawling into Harry’s lap.

“I managed to make her cum her first time, despite the pain,” Harry murmured as he looked over at the two girls locked together in a passionate embrace.

“You’ve become a wonderful lover,” Rias whispered as she picked up his cock and sank down to the hilt in one smooth motion. “Harry, hold off on pursuing Hermione until we’ve all gotten to know each other better.”

“Rias, there’s no chance Hermione would be interested in joining in on all this,” Harry replied, “even if she is into me.”

Rias just leaned down and kissed him as she started riding him properly, moaning into his mouth as his cock managed to brush against every sensitive spot inside her with every movement. Harry returned the kiss eagerly, reaching up to cup her incredible breasts. He had a meeting with the aurors scheduled for later and knew that he couldn’t spend all day in bed with them, even if it was still the break. He’d happily spend an hour or two fucking their brains out and perhaps take a quick nap, either with all of them or just Luna, if Rias and Akeno had to return to Japan.

Rolling Rias onto her back, he grabbed her arms, pinned her wrists to the bed above her head, and started fucking her hard and fast. She cried out in pleasure just as Akeno shrieked in orgasm, drawing his eye.

“Man, I will never tire of this,” he thought to himself.

*****

“Everything is prepared, master,” a tall, thin man in black robes said.

“Good,” Voldemort rasped. “You’ve done well, Barty. Despite your failure to secure Potter, you’ve still brought me all that I need.”

“I live to serve you, my lord,” Crouch said, kneeling before him. “When the boy and I next meet, I will not fail.”

“Of that, I am most confident,” Voldemort said coldly, his tone implying what further failure would mean. “Wormtail!”

“Just finishing milking Nagini, master,” Wormtail fretted, sounding every bit as craven as ever. “Done!”

“Then let us begin,” Voldemort said, grinning as Crouch carried him to the bubbling cauldron.

“Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will restore your son,” Crouch declared, tossing one of his useless muggle father’s bones into the cauldron. “Flesh of the servant, willingly given…”

He glared at Wormtail, who held out his hand over the cauldron and knife under his wrist. At his glare, the rat sliced off his hand, crying out in agony that brought a smile to his face.

“...you will renew your master,” Crouch continued.

Pulling a small vial of blood that he had rung from the transfigured napkin that, with his quick thinking, the man had salvaged the ritual and saved his own life with. Pouring the contents into the cauldron, he spoke the final words of the ritual, about how his prophesied enemy’s blood would resurrect him. The dark potion turned a blinding white and began to smoke, exactly as the dark wizard Ekrizdis described. Using all the power he could muster in this tiny homunculus form, Voldemort flew forth into the cauldron and felt that dark magics take effect immediately.

“Master?” Crouch asked as the fully restored Lord Voldemort emerged from the cauldron.

“Robe me,” Voldemort commanded, his high, icy voice pleasing his ears after so many years of sounding weak and frail, when he had a voice at all.

Crouch quickly wrapped his black robes around him, and Voldemort’s crimson, slitted eyes landed on the whimpering Wormtail. The rat man reminded him so much of the filthy muggle children he delighted in tormenting as a boy. Tiny, weak, pitiful, under any other circumstances, he would have considered the man worthless, yet he owed his resurrection to him. The rat had come to him out of fear rather than loyalty, but still, without him, he’d still be haunting the forests of Albania. Such service required rewards, just as the absence of it in his other free followers would require punishment.

“Wormtail, your arm,” Voldemort hissed, and the short man looked up at him in shock.

“Th...thank you, master,” the wretch said, extending his stump towards him.

Silently, he conjured a silver replacement for him, one that would function as any normal hand would. If Barty had managed to bring him the boy, he would have summoned his free followers here to show them that even death could not stop him and that he was perfectly capable of dispatching of him permanently. Alas, such things would have to wait, and he would pay his disloyal followers visits in the coming days. He had no cause to rush, after all, for he was, as he had finally proven, immortal. Looking at the sky through his own eyes for the first time in over a decade, Voldemort laughed.

Luna was having a very pleasant nap after having been thoroughly debauched by Harry, Rias, and Akeno, and she grew concerned when that nap was disrupted by the bed shaking. When she started to hear whimpering as well, she opened her eyes and saw that it wasn’t the bed but Harry, who was thrashing about.

“Harry!” she whispered, placing a hand on his sweaty forehead. “Harry, are you alright?”

With a gasp, Harry woke and sat up, looking around frantically. Luna, wincing at the movement, dragged herself over to him and wrapped her arms around his chest from behind.

“Hey, it was just a dream,” she whispered.

“No,” Harry said, giving her a haunted look, “no, it wasn’t.”

A/N: I said in the previous post that I was going to start posting pdfs instead. I plan to do that and epubs down the line, but there was one issue that was brought up that I want to look into.