Professor Potter Ch. 22 (Harry Potter AU) (Patreon)

A/N: The binding is completed~

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He did, actually. Trust himself, that is. It’s a startling realization, but as Harry stands there mulling it over, he realizes that he trusts himself with power over Raven. He won’t abuse it. He won’t abuse her. Not in a million years. And, if anything did happen… he would have Zatanna to keep him in check, just as he would be there to keep her in check and give her the relief, he could tell she very much needed.

This was the best case scenario for all of the, the more he thought about it. Raven would have two people she trusted wholeheartedly sharing custody over the collar, which would in turn keep the possibility of abuse as low as can be. Zatanna would have back up so to speak, someone to take some of the pressure off and keep her from getting more burnt out than she already was. And Harry… Harry would have allies he KNEW he could trust, completely and utterly.

Not that he’d doubted Zatanna and Raven were already in his corner, especially after what they’d all done together the night before, but this… this was an added level of insurance that he hadn’t expected. It was just perfect that it was also exactly what Raven wanted and needed to hopefully be a functional member of society.

That said, Harry can’t NOT do his due diligence. Straightening his back and squaring his shoulders, he looks Raven in the eye, making sure to convey just how serious he is to her.

“You know that I would happily help you both create the collar with all of the resources at my disposal without needing to have half-control over it, right? I want to make sure you’re aware of that.”

Raven’s soft smile is answer enough, but she also nods and speaks.

“I know.”

Feeling the final bits of his reluctance drop away, Harry returns her smile and nod with his own.

“Then I’ll accept this responsibility and share it with your sister.”

The soft smile on Raven’s face becomes a beaming grin, and even Zatanna is smiling now, as the three of them stand there basking in a shared sense of purpose and camaraderie for a moment. Then, it’s time to get to work.

Luckily, they do in fact have all the materials on hand. The collar in question… isn’t that hard to make. Especially when you have the supplies of a very Dark Family at your fingertips. Everything needed to make a Dark Creature Taming Collar was located in the Black Family Storehouses. Having it brought to him and Zatanna so they could begin constructing the collar was the work of a few minutes, thanks to magic. Building the thing, meanwhile, only took a couple of hours.

When it’s done, the collar sort of makes Harry wince, just a tad. Namely because… well, it was clearly designed for an animal, not a person. There’s even a ring coming off of it that’s made for a leash to be attached. As he and Zatanna both infuse the enchanted item with pieces of their magic, effectively taking joint ownership over it by doing so at the same time, Harry can’t help but look at Raven, who seems… unfazed by the fashion statement she’s about to be wearing.

“You sure about this, Raven?”

Smiling slightly, Raven just nods, her eyes fixed on the collar. She doesn’t seem upset or uncomfortable about it or anything like that. If anything, she looks… excited. Clearing her throat, Zatanna leans in.

“Because you’re more than willing, and intelligent besides, you should be able to help the attunement process along… as well as influence the final look of the collar in the direction you most prefer, Raven. So just focus on what you want it to look like, once you put it on, alright?”

Oh, Harry hadn’t known that bit. How interesting. Even now, in small ways like this, his alliance with Zatanna and Raven was paying dividends. Of course, it was about to pay off in a big way as well. Not that Harry wanted to have this power over Raven, necessarily… but if she wanted him to have it, he’d do it. He’d take control.

Smiling still, Raven nods to Zatanna’s point and takes the finished, imbued collar from their collective hands. The half-Lethifold looks down at the collar for a moment, before bringing it up to her neck and wrapping it around her thin grey neck. Harry can only watch as it seals shut with a magical hiss and a flash of energy. Now, the only people who can take it off are him and Zatanna.

However, in that moment, as Raven attunes to it and willingly accepts their dominion over her without resistance and without a fight, she also has influence, just as Zatanna said she would. What starts out looking like a dark brown leather dog collar swiftly transforms, warping right there upon Raven’s throat into something more… her style.

Pitch black, of course, and still leather, but with a thinner feel to it. And, to Harry’s mild surprise because he didn’t know she could physically alter it THAT much, there’s now a blood-red gemstone sitting in the center of the collar, right atop the hollow of her throat. It glows a little bit, before fading. In the end, she’s left with something that looks more like a fashionable choker, than an animal’s collar. Something that people might notice but won’t think of as anything more than another part of Raven’s whole… style.

After all, she was already the sort to wear dark and mysterious and wear it well before now. Harry couldn’t help feeling like this new accessory of hers matched her look. Which made sense, given she’d gotten to decide what form it exactly took.

As he’s making this observation, Zatanna is leaning forward some more, a note of worry in her voice.

“Raven? How are you feeling?”

There’s a twitch, and suddenly Raven’s eyes are pitch black as she’s staring at Zatanna with an intense sort of focus. Wisps of dark power, just as before, start to flow off of her and she licks her lips, hungrily. Zatanna, seeing this, blushes and seems almost resigned, prepared for what always happens. She’s not even trying to fight back as Raven reaches for her.

Harry takes one look at this and frowns, reaching out with his magic and stopping Raven in her tracks via his control over the collar.

“Zatanna.”

As the half-Lethifold twitches, her magic pulling back into her, though her eyes remain pitch black, her adoptive older sister flinches and looks over to him, blinking owlishly.

“Would Raven want you to avoid using the very thing she just had us make for her?”

Zatanna flushes, the American Witch clearly not thinking of it like that. She hadn’t been thinking at all, really. She’d been operating on instinct, a resigned sort of expectation that there was no way to stop Raven’s other half without hurting her or getting hurt, or someone else potentially getting hurt and everything being ruined.

Harry had been right to think that Zatanna was burnt out on caring for her younger sister all these years. Fuck, she was half-trained by the other witch herself! The collar… the collar was the right idea. Involving Harry was also the right idea. How much longer could Zatanna and Raven have gone on, before something snapped?

Reaching out, he takes Zatanna by the hand.

“You can do this, Z.”

His use of Rave’s nickname for her causes her to blush, but also nod, a determined look on her face as she reaches out with her own magic. Holding physical hands, they also overlap their magical presences across the collar they share ownership of. Normally this would be a Bad Idea, but in this moment, they’re of one mind.

“Raven. Calm down.”

Zatanna’s words carry the weight of authority behind them… and the magic to back it up besides. Raven whimpers and immediately ducks her head, submitting to her older sister’s command without hesitation. It looked like she was right, she was already half-tamed by the collar’s definition. She just needed a little bit more… training.

“You’ve been quite the handful in recent years, Raven. I think you owe your sister an apology.”

Zatanna’s jolts in alarm at that, but Raven is already moving to obey, dropping down to her knees right then and there, even as Harry tugs Zatanna by her hand into his lap. The American Witch’s breath hitches, as he spreads her legs apart, offering her crotch to the approaching half-Lethifold. Collared and controlled, the pitch-black eyed girl crawls forward, eyes zeroing in on Zatanna’s leotard-covered mound.

When she initially tries to use her magic to tear Zatanna away, Harry bats it aside, stopping her in her tracks.

“Not like that. Gently.”

His commanding tone brooks no argument, not that he’s entirely sure she can give one in this state anyways. It works, regardless. Raven twitches, but the next time she reaches out with her dark magic, it’s slower, more careful. She uses it to pull Zatanna’s garments aside, rather than tearing them to shreds. She exposes Zatanna’s moist, glistening slit to open air, causing the American Witch to whimper and bite down hard on her lower lip in anticipation.

A moment later, Raven is between Zatanna’s legs, ravenous as ever. Still, she’s been good up to this point, and Zatanna’s wanton moans make it clear she’s enjoying it. So, Harry lets Raven go to town, and nuzzles into Zatanna’s neck, licking and nibbling at her throat while his hands grope and squeeze her chest through her top. In response, Zatanna, who can no doubt feel his bulge through his crotch, begins to grind against it as much as she possibly can, moaning wantonly all the while.

“S-Sorry. I don’t… I guess it didn’t seem real u-until now…”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head.

“You don’t need to apologize to me, Zatanna. You did the best you could, all these years. You did right by Raven all this time, keeping her safe, keeping her happy. And you did right coming to me for help.”

Zatanna mewls, and wiggles some more, caught between Harry’s molestation and Raven’s enthusiastic cunnilingus, all the while feeling his rock hard cock through his pants, pressed against her delectable bubble butt.

“T-Thank you… f-for everything…”

Harry just nods, nipping at her ear before making a promise.

“Together, Z. We’ll tackle this together, just as Raven wants. We’ll be there for her, together. And we’ll be there for each other as well. Okay?”

“… ‘kay…”

Lolling her head back onto his shoulder, Zatanna’s eyes are lidded as she moans throatily and wantonly. Looking down, Harry can see Raven’s pitch black eyes staring up at him from between the American Witch’s pale thighs. The Lethifold half might be in control right now, but Harry and Zatanna were in turn in control of it.

Grinning, he gives Zatanna’s tits a fresh squeeze. It was rather obvious, what the three of them would be doing for the rest of the weekend.

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The return to Hogwarts is met with little fanfare… on the surface of it. Underneath said surface, Harry isn’t surprised one bit when Tonks comes to him on her mother’s behalf and lets him know that his departure with Zatanna and Raven whipped the Lodge up into a bit of a frenzy. Only Andromeda’s assurances that it was simply a weekend trip, that he hadn’t broken his contract, and that she didn’t know anything else, had quieted them down a bit apparently.

It was even the truth. Andromeda might have given him information that he’d then used to procure his alliance with Zatanna and Raven, but he hadn’t told her anything about what he was doing with the two of them. Plausible deniability, and all that. That said, it had changed things. Maybe Harry was foolish for not realizing it would.

He should have known better, and he listens carefully as Tonks matter-of-factly explains what’s been going on in his absence, and what she thinks he should do next… while on her knees before him, her tits wrapped around his cock. The metamorphmagus truly was insatiable, now that she’d finally gotten past her cockblocking mother. Or whatever the female equivalent of cockblocking was…

“The Lodge is curious, of course. You’ll have to warn Zatanna and Raven not to let them get too close. But also, interestingly enough, others have been making noise about your absence as well. Apparently, the Astronomy Professor, Emma Frost, was pushing for information about you.”

Emma Frost… her and her assistant, Jean Grey, were another pair of American Immigrants who had come to Hogwarts this year. Andromeda had used them to fill in spots so the Lodge couldn’t completely stack the deck in their favor, but what did she truly know about them? What did HE know about them and their motivations?

“On top of that… Yennefer may have made a mistake. Or it’s a gambit. One you could possibly capitalize on.”

Harry blinks and raises an eyebrow questioningly at THAT, prompting Tonks to explain.

“Her daughter is visiting her right now. Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon.”

“Excuse me?”

Tonks grins, clearly having done that on purpose.

“She prefers to go by Ciri, to be clear. She may or may not be descended from royalty, though most Kings and Queens, even on the magical side of thing, have abdicated by this point in history. Technically, she’s Yennefer’s adoptive daughter… but that doesn’t mean the woman doesn’t dote on her immensely. Cirilla might literally be the only other person Aunt Yen truly cares about in this whole world.”

Shrugging, Tonks pauses for a moment to drool some more onto his cock, coating his member in her saliva to make the passage between her soft breasts all the better.

“Like I said, it’s either a mistake or a gambit. Either Ciri is here to lure you in… or Yen just couldn’t keep her away. Either way, it’s an opportunity for you. If you can get Ciri on your side somehow, then you can get Yen on your side… and with that, you’ve taken down one of the heads of the Lodge. No small feat, to be sure.”

That… makes a lot of sense. And is very tempting. But Tonks is right. It might be a trap. This Cirilla might be there to lure him in.

Hmph, but if he was to shy away from every potential move the Lodge made, not only would it alert them to his knowledge of their plans for him, but it would also make for a very cowardly existence. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to give into the Lodge, that he was going to make them submit to him before they could do the same to him… and here was, as Tonks said, an opportunity.

But perhaps it was too soon. If he got in over his head now, all he would have on his side would be Andromeda, Nymphadora, Zatanna, and Raven. Not quite a stunning display of firepower, especially compared to what the Lodge had.

So perhaps the right choice was to continue on with his previous path, of bringing the Americans over to his side. Initially, he’d thought to move from Zatanna and Raven to Pamela and Harleen. However, now he wondered if it was better to confront this Emma Frost and her assistant Jean Grey sooner, rather than later…