Professor Potter Ch. 16 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Here we are with a new chapter~

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Harry doesn’t say anything at first, and Andromeda seems to take that for both agreement and defiance. A slight smirk spreads across the older witch’s lips, even as Hogwarts’ Headmistress shakes her tits right in front of his face like… like some common hoe. Certainly, Andromeda Tonks is by no means showing her true age right now.

Not only does she look more like Nymphadora’s big sister rather than her mother, but she’s also acting like it too, acting like some floozy coed slut as she finishes shaking her breasts in front of him and turns around, settling her ass into his lap next. She’s giving him a lap dance; Harry realizes after a moment. She’s giving him an honest to god lap dance.

… Looking over Andromeda’s shoulder, Harry meets Tonks’ eyes. The younger witch is still standing there, completely naked as well, watching the scene with wide eyes and biting her lower lip. It’s clear that she doesn’t agree with her mother on this, and so as Harry makes eye contact with the metamorphmagus, he smiles.

Tonks jolts at that smile, eyes widening even further as he gives her a little nod. Something that not many people knew about him was the fact that Harry was something of a natural Legilimens. Or rather, an unnatural Legilimens. His ‘psychic’ abilities, if you will, were a result of the connection he’d once shared with Voldemort, and the damage that the Dark Lord had done to his mind in the process. Snape’s disastrous attempts to teach Harry Occlumency probably hadn’t helped either.

Regardless, Harry is able to reach out and push… not quite words onto Nymphadora Tonks’ mind, but his intentions. It allows for him to silently communicate with her via just his eyes, even as Andromeda’s breathing grows just a little bit uneven. Suddenly spinning around again, the Hogwarts Headmistress reaches down and grabs him by the crotch.

“What’s this, Harry? Already getting hard, I see. How much longer before you lose all control and have your way with me and my daughter, hm?”

Its clear from Andromeda’s provocative but also breathy tone of voice that she wants it to happen. And not just to prove she’s right, but because she wants him to fuck her again. She wants him to savage both her and Nymphadora. Meanwhile, Nymphadora Tonks wants it just as much if not MORE than her mother.

Still, Harry thrusts out his chin, squaring his jaw as he looks Andromeda in the eye.

“A simple biological reaction, Andromeda. One I would think you would hesitate to call out, given how wet you are.”

His caustic response clearly takes the older witch off guard for a moment. Taken aback, Andromeda blinks, before frowning slightly.

“… We’ll see.”

She continues to feel him up with her hand, while still holding her wand in the other. The naked witch seems intent on making him lose control… so, Harry decides then and there, why not give her what she wants?

“You know, Andromeda. Nothing is as black and white as you want to make it. And one would think, after how badly your plans have gone so far, that you’d realize your thinking is too narrow minded here and now as well.”

Pausing, the Headmistress narrows her eyes at Harry, before pushing her tits into his face again.

“And what’s that supposed to mean, Harry?”

“It means, Andromeda, that there’s a third option staring you right in the face. One that your fear of the Lodge has blinded you to. We fight back.”

Andromeda tenses up, clearly expecting Harry to make his move then and there. The Hogwarts Headmistress is no one’s fool, after all. But that’s the beauty of it… Harry doesn’t have to do anything at all.

“Expelliarmus!”

Nymphadora Tonks’ disarming charm sends Andromeda’s wand flying out of the older witch’s hand and into Nymphadora’s waiting palm. Shocked, Andromeda whips around to stare her daughter in the eye, completely caught off guard by the betrayal. In fairness, Nymphadora looks almost as surprised by her own actions as her mother.

Perhaps that’s why Andromeda thinks she can try to take her wand, the representation of her power and control over this situation, back so easily. She reaches out and Harry feels her trying to use her wandless magic to telekinetically snatch her wand back from Nymphadora’s loose grip.

That, of course, is when Harry finally strikes, his hands grabbing Andromeda by the wrists and his own magic pushing up and out of him, snuffing Andromeda’s magic before it can go anywhere. In a wandless battle of magical might, the stronger magical creature will always come out on top. Harry has been… relatively passive in a lot of his interactions with Andromeda Tonks since she asked him to be Hogwarts’ DADA Professor, but that’s never meant he was weak.

In fact, there’s a reason the Lodge of Sorceresses wants him, a reason that Andromeda herself outlined. Harry can see this realization flicker through the older witch’s wide eyes as he spins them both around and pins her to couch, he was previously sat upon. Then he goes a step further, winding his magic along Andromeda’s limbs, binding her down to the cushioned seat, forcing her arms and legs to spread eagle as he ties her wrists and ankles to the back and the legs of the couch respectively.

“W-What… what is the meaning of this?!”

Ignoring her momentarily, Harry moves to Tonks and carefully pulls BOTH wands from her hands, her mother’s and her own. She watches him, seeming somewhat unsure… but nevertheless blushes and smiles when he presses a chaste kiss into her cheek. Walking over to a nearby magical safe, Harry deposits all three of their wands inside of it, locking the safe behind him before finally turning to address Andromeda properly.

“This, Headmistress, is your arrogance coming home to roost.”

Andromeda bristles but can no more fight his bindings then she could his magic. She’s overwhelmed and helpless and can’t even try to call her wand to her hand to free herself with it locked behind the magical wards of the safe. Giving her a smirk, Harry moves over to where Nymphadora stands, moving in behind her and pulling her naked body back against his chest as he runs his hands up and down her form.

“This is how we beat them, Andromeda. One weak link at a time. You came here with every intention of continuing to try and control me, despite telling your daughter you had realized how foolish you were being. You think, right now, that she’s betrayed you… but isn’t it you who betrayed her again first?”

Andromeda stiffens at that, even as Harry lays kisses down Nymphadora’s neck, smiling all the while. Shuddering, Nymphadora hesitantly nods.

“H-He’s right, mother… you’ve done nothing to prove yourself worthy of m-my loyalty…”

Gritting her teeth, struggling against her bindings, Andromeda… goes slack after a moment, looking somewhat defeated.

“… Fine. What do you suggest instead?”

Smiling, Harry guides one of Tonks’ hands back behind her, to his crotch. Feeling his bulge, the metamorphmagus reaches back properly and undoes his trousers, pulling his cock out and letting out a gasp as she finally lays her hands on his dick once more. As she strokes him, he continues to molest her from behind, feeling up one of her breasts while running two fingers along her slit and toying with her clit.

“The Lodge of Sorceresses wants to control me through my impulses, through my emotions and my instincts. But if I’m suddenly completely closed off to any such overtures, they will realize you’ve betrayed them to me, and likely change their plans. They will become unpredictable, and we can’t have that, can we?”

Its clear from the look on Andromeda’s face that she hadn’t thought about it like that. Meanwhile, Nymphadora has stroked his cock all the way to full hardness and is mewling as he slides his digits in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The metamorphmagus has been waiting for this moment for quite some time, after all.

“Instead, we give them precisely what they expect. But rather than letting them use it all against me as a weakness, we turn it into a strength. I can do an awful lot with these magic hands of mine, Andromeda. I’ve been learning just what I’m capable of, since I came to Hogwarts. Shall I show you, using your daughter’s body?”

Sliding his hands down to Tonks’ hips, he suddenly bends the beautiful witch forward in her bound and tied down mother’s direction. His cock falls out of her hands as it goes to her slit, and a moment later he’s thrusting forward, positively burying himself in Tonks’ MILF pussy. There’s a small twinge of regret towards the dearly departed Lupin, but he likes to imagine Remus would want Tonks to be happy… and judging by the loud, wanton cry that leaves her lips as he spears into her, Tonks is very happy to finally be impaled on his cock indeed.

Andromeda can only watch as Harry grabs Tonks by the wrists, pulling her arms back behind her and fucking into her hard and fast as her spine arches beautifully. As he fucks her, he also takes steps forward, forcing Tonks forward as well, closing the distance between them and Andromeda quite rapidly.

For a long moment, Andromeda is left staring into her daughter’s eyes as Harry fucks Nymphadora from behind. She’s left to watch her daughter’s ecstasy, as the very thing she’d sought to prevent by constantly cockblocking Tonks all these months, takes place anyways.

Because Harry is staring directly at Andromeda as he pounds into Tonks from behind, Nym’s squealing filling his quarters and her pussy walls clenching down around his cock quite vigorously as she cums for him again and again… he gets to see the exact moment he makes a believer out of the Hogwarts Headmistress.

There’s a beat where the fight just goes out of her, and she seems to actually realize… that yes, he can do this. He can make it work. He can potentially beat the Lodge at their own game, without compromising himself in the process. A shudder runs through Andromeda’s body, and she licks her lips for a moment before finally tearing her gaze away from her daughter’s face to look at him.

“W-Where do we start?”

He’s happy that she saw sense so easily, because Harry had been about ready to spend the next several hours teasing and edging Andromeda until ultimately, she broke and begged for his domination, begged for his cock. Instead, it looks like he’s already got the Headmistress on board. Which, to be fair, she was always on his side, wasn’t she? The rest of them won’t be quite so easily swayed, Harry imagines…

Smirking, he lifts a brow as he continues fucking Nym. After all, plowing Andromeda’s daughter wasn’t just about proving a point to her, it was about finally giving the metamorphmagus what she wanted. As Tonks cries out and climaxes for him again and again, Harry just chuckles.

“You tell me, Andromeda. You’re still the greatest source of information we have. The plan hasn’t changed, just the way we go about it. So, where DO we start? Who are the weakest links?”

Blinking, as if taken aback that he’s still interested in her opinion at this point, Andromeda frowns for a moment in consideration, actually having to think about it for a few seconds. All the while, Harry continues plowing Nymphadora silly. Her part in this conversation is over, and now she’s finally getting her just desserts… a long, hard dicking by Harry himself.

“Well… I suppose, when it comes to the Lodge, Fringilla and Shani are the weakest links. They’re the new Hogwarts Librarian and Hospital Matron respectively, you see. Shani is… well, she’s barely more than a squib, relying upon magical herbs and such to perform her duties where her magic would otherwise fail her. Fringilla on the other hand, is no small power. However, where she excels in magical strength, she fails frequently in politics. Despite having a Duchess for a cousin in one Anna Henrietta, she’s never really managed to successfully throw her weight around in the Lodge.”

Chuckling, Andromeda shakes her head.

“She’s also no friend of Yennefer’s. They’ve butted heads on multiple occasions, and the only reason Fringilla is still part of the Lodge is that Philippa sees value in keeping her around as a ball and chain around Yennefer’s ankle.”

Then, Andromeda pauses for a moment, still in thought. Seeing this, Harry doesn’t speak up quite yet, letting the older witch gather her thoughts a bit more first.

“… However, nothing says you have to start with the lodge. There are currently three factions in Hogwarts. I managed to bring in Americans from overseas, as well as some locals. To off-set the Lodge’s influence, you see. Otherwise, I might as well have handed Philippa the keys to the castle. You could try and suss out what the Americans want first… or even shore up your power base by getting the local witches alongside instead. It might be good to have a unified force, when you finally start going after the Lodge…”

Hm, that was a good point. Slowing his thrusts for a second, Harry cocks his head to the side.

“Who would you suggest starting with of each of THOSE factions?”

“W-Well… of the Americans, I would say Zatanna Zatara, the new Arithmancy Professor, and her Assistant Professor Raven would be the best to start with. And as for our local witches… your former teammates on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team are now in charge of teaching Flying. Angelina Johnson is the Instructor, while Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell are her Assistants…”

Truly? Jeez, Andromeda really had gone all out behind the backs of her benefactors in order to make their lives as difficult as possible, hadn’t she? Harry didn’t know much about these American Witches or what they were about, but the effort Andromeda had put into making sure he would have allies, like Gryffindor’s Flying Vixens… it did the heart good.

Gracing the Hogwarts Headmistress with a grateful smile… Harry proceeds to creampie her daughter right before her eyes, thrusting into Tonks one final time before filling her with his seed as she squeals and shakes, spasming and cumming her brains out as Andromeda watches on, blushing.

Pushing Tonks forward, she ends up landing upon her bound mother, the insensate metamorphmagus moaning as she cuddles against the older witch, much to Andromeda’s embarrassment and mortification. Harry, meanwhile, considers the matter carefully. He had three routes in front of him. Get a start on the Lodge of Sorceresses right away and go for either Shani or Fringilla. Or see about bringing the Americans on board, starting with Zatanna and Raven. Or shore up the local powerbase and see about showing Angelina, Alicia, and Katie a REALLY good time.

One way or another, Harry knew there was no going back. Knowing the things he knew now; he was drawing a line in the sand. He would be no one’s puppet. Not any longer.