Bonds of Servitude ch. 9 (Patreon)

Darcia found herself tumbling into a broom closet, dragged along by the tidal wave that was Daphne Greengrass.

Daphne had not been able to contain herself, the moment she saw them, she jumped on Harry. Despite them being right in front of the common room, Daphne dragged them over to the broom closet around the corner.

It was an absolute whirlwind, and before she knew it, Darcia found her clothing joining a pile on the floor. She was being kissed, Daphne was kissing her and stroking her face while Harry trailed kisses down the back of her neck.

Darcia was confused, thinking Daphne would focus all her attention on Harry after having claimed her prize.

"Harry, let's show my betrothed what she can look forward to." Daphne said with a giggle.

Ah, there it was. Daphne was being magnanimous in victory.

If this was what defeat tasted like, Darcia would admit that it was rather sweet. She found herself bent over in the cramped closet, with Harry slipping his cock into her fresh young cunt while she found herself nipping and kissing away at Daphne's supple teenaged flesh.

She'd by this point had countless sexual escapades involving Harry. This was the first time where she did not feel in control.

"I love you. I love you so much." Daphne was running her hands through Darcia's hair, but her words were directed solely at Harry.

"I love you, miss Daphne." Harry responded.

"You can drop the miss now, Harry." Daphne let out an almost delirious giggle.

Darcia felt as if she was simply a tool. A toy being fucked, a conduit to the passions of her other two lovers. Harry was pounding into her pussy, sending her to the heights of pleasure. She had bent down far enough to push her tongue into Daphne's pussy as the blonde hiked her leg up onto a box to allow her better access. She was an active participant in this sexual encounter, and yet she felt as if she was invisible to the other two.

Those thoughts did not get in the way of her enjoyment. Harry's cock split her pretty little pussy in two. She gave her all to pleasuring Daphne's peach. Her future wife's peach. The realization that she and Daphne were actually to be wed hit Darcia like a ton of bricks. Though the more she thought about it, the more content she became with the thought.

She didn't love Daphne. She loved Harry, but clearly not as much as Daphne did. But she did love their embrace, just as she enjoyed Pansy and Tracey and in a rapidly growing sense, Hermione.

They could forge something. None of them would have to marry, they could live together, remaining lovers for eternity.

She was thrown out of her musings when a particularly hard thrust from Harry sent her over the edge. Darcia's legs quivered, and she squeezed Daphne's asscheeks as she came all over her slave's cock.

Darcia pulled away from Harry, extricating herself from in between him and Daphne. She leaned against the wall, giving Daphne a simple nod, a nod that relayed so much.

Daphne beamed, leaning over to kiss Darcia one last time before she turned to look at Harry.

Daphne leapt at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his cock as Harry, strong as he was, held her up. The two of them laughed giddily as Harry pressed Daphne against the wall, right next to Darcia, and began pounding her into it.

Darcia watched as the two pressed into each other. She watched as Harry and Daphne kissed with desperation, as if the other were about to disappear. She couldn't help but feel almost overwhelmed by the waves of emotion coming off of the rutting couple.

Harry had Daphne in the mating press, with her legs on his shoulders as his cock pistoned in and out of her tender little quim. Daphne had both hands on Harry's face as they kissed passionately, their tongues shoved so far down each other's throats it was a miracle the two found enough space to breathe.

Darcia did something that surprised even her. She sidled up to Daphne, just like Daphne had done to Harry multiple times, and she began to press tender kisses on the girl's neck.

Harry was splitting Daphne in half. He was fucking her with rough abandon, and Daphne was crying, tears of absolute bliss as her dreams were finally realized.

The two climaxed in unison, and Daphne finally received that which she had been denied for far too long, the seed of the boy she loved, the boy who her heart belonged to, the boy she was now sure she would wake up next to every single morning for the rest of her life.

And Darcia was there, kissing her neck, trying to feel included in this tender moment.

…

The girls were quick to congratulate Daphne upon learning the news.

When the trio had finally made it back to the dorm they'd found a very enthusiastic Hermione devouring Pansy's cunt. From the way the short haired girl was reacting while her girlfriend squeezed her hand, the muggleborn was a very quick learner.

Susan looked just the slightest bit saddened, but Daphne was quick to assuage any fears she might have.

"Susan, you're our vassal, of course you'll be living with us." Daphne told the silly redhead, who's face filled with hope at her words. "As her Lady, you can tell her she doesn't need to marry anyone, right dear?"

Darcia snorted at Daphne calling her dear, "sure, I can do that. The only issue is there not being a Bones heir."

Susan's face fell slightly, but Daphne had thought this through. " 'You' can get her pregnant and then recognize the child. Then, since Susan's your vassal, you can install her 'bastard' kid as the rightful Bones heir." Daphne said.

This was all legally possible, it just wasn't something that happened, since lord and vassal relationship usually only occurred between wizards. But, there had been cases where the vassal sired a bastard (or twelve) and then suffered some sort of tragedy with no legitimate heirs left, in which case the Lord would install one of the bastard children as the new heir of the family name.

"Of course." Daphne said, in an eternal good mood as she lay in bed spooning Harry while a now fully assured Susan began to give him a celebratory blowjob, "I'll be very cross at you for stepping out, honey. You'll have to take me out to dinner."

Darcia rolled her eyes. She had Hermione's head on her lap, and her bushy haired slave was purring as Darcia stroked her hair lovingly. Tracey and Pansy were on their own bed now as well, snuggled close together as they were content to just watch their friends play politics.

This was nice.

"We should all live together." She blurted out.

"Huh?" Tracey asked. Harry and the girls were all looking at her now, except for Susan, who was much too content as she alternated between giving Harry's cock a few long sucks and then popping it out of her mouth to rub it on her large breasts that she knew he loved so much.

"Tracey, you and Pansy get married and move in with us." Darcia gestured towards her and Daphne's beds. "Then we can all just live together."

Pansy frowned. "That sounds lovely," she shot Tracey a sad look. "But I don't think my father will go for any Harry shenanigans. He'll want to pair me up with some proper pureblood ponce."

Darcia frowned. "We killed Snape, didn't we? And we got away with it too! What's your dad's bullshit compared to that." She now looked more confident than ever. "It'll still be years before your father gets into all that betrothal mess. He'll want to wait til you're at least fourteen. That's plenty of time for us to figure out a way to keep you and Tracey and all of us together!"

Tracey cracked a smile. "1991-1992 first year Slytherin girls forever?" She asked cheekily.

Everyone giggled, even Susan, who had a cock halfway down her throat.

"1991-1992 FIRST YEAR SLYTHERIN GIRLS FOREVER!" They all chanted in unison.

Darcia felt her heart soar, she looked down at Hermione, wondering whether she would be willing to test out her new oral skills.

Then she remembered something.

"Oi!" She smacked her forehead.

"What did you forget?" Pansy asked.

"Daphne, now that we're to be wed…well, I guess you should all know this." Darcia sucked in a breath. " 'I' got someone pregnant."

"What?"

"Who?"

"Really?"

The girls were varying degrees of shocked, though Darcia could tell some were also titillated. Daphne and Susan, who had released Harry's cock upon hearing Darcia's statement, were looking rather aroused.

"I think it's time you guys met the Boss Lady."

…

Nymphadora adjusted her cloak, making sure the hood she wore fully obscured her face as she made her way over to The Hog’s Head.

She didn’t need to hide her identity, since she’d already changed her appearance to that of a severe looking old lady with one glassy eye that she dubbed ‘Madame Beaumont’, a veteran of the war with Grindlewald who had left England behind for a life in the continent as a dark creature hunter, specializing in taking down dangerous vampires who had gone insane with bloodlust. Her glassy eye, complete with a jagged scar that ran from her eyebrow, through her eye and down to her cheekbone, was a result of an encounter with a particularly powerful vampire many decades ago.

Nymphadora shook her head as she pushed the door open. She sometimes got carried away when she started filling in the backstories of her single-use identities. She had a notebook where she kept them jotted down, in case she ever wanted to go back and reuse someone.

Regardless, while Tonks did not need the disguise, it would be suspicious for someone to walk into the Hog’s Head at this late hour and not be wearing a shady robe that hid their face.

Unless you were Hagrid. The giant of a man was as conspicuous as can be, sitting at a table near the back of the pub, empty tankards of beer pushed off to the side. It took a lot for the big man to get drunk, but with the amount he’d put down he was at least on his way there, which was good for Tonks.

What wasn’t good was the fact that there was a figure sitting across from Hagrid. It was a tall, mysterious figure, with their hood firmly placed over their head, and from this angle Tonks knew that she would not be able to make the person’s face even if she sat right next to them. This person was shuffling a deck of cards, and they did not have a single empty glass at their side.

Fuck. Someone else had gone for her mark.

Being bull-headed as she was, Tonks pushed on, heading over to the table. Whatever this guy wanted from Hagrid, she was going to get her info, no matter what.

She stopped in front of the two. Hagrid sent her a friendly smile, as he did everyone,

“Hey there, can I help ya?” He asked.

“Mind if I join you? I’m always up for a game of cards.”

The figure was looking at her from behind that darkened hood, though since Tonks’ face was completely obscured as well, there wasn’t much for them to look at. The man continued shuffling in silence, somehow transferring to her that he was not at all pleased with her intrusion.

“Sure thing! The more the merrier!” Hagrid said jovially as Tonks took that cue to pull up a chair and sit down.

“Aberforth! Come see what the lady wants to drink!” Hagrid called over to the bartender.

“That’ll be alright.” She dismissed, “I will pay for a round of firewhisky for my two friends here, though.”

Aberforth, who had been coming over upon seeing her sit down at the table, shrugged, “It’s your money, lady.”

“You may have my drink, Mr. Hagrid, I do not have the constitution for it at the moment.” The mysterious man said, his voice clearly being distorted by a charm.

“Ya sure? AH! Tonight’s getting better and better!” He turned towards her, “Name’s Rubeus Hagrid, I’m the Keeper O’ the Keys over at the school. This man here said his name is-” Hagrid squinted, looking over at the man who had finished shuffling and was now dealing for all three of them.

“You may call me Mr. Bishop.” the man answered.

“Well met, I am Madame Beaumont,” Tonks introduced herself.

The cards were dealt, and Tonks realized she had no idea what they were playing. She also quickly realized that it didn’t matter, because Mr. Bishop, who remained the dealer throughout, was not shuffling randomly, he was rigging the game in Hagrid’s favor.

And so, Nymphadora settled into the real game, as the two hooded figures continued to buy Hagrid drinks, asking him leading questions about this and that.

“Rubeus, I’ve heard the most outrageous rumor, I’ve heard that they’re hiding something up in the castle.” Tonks tried her luck, now that Hagrid was plenty drunk enough.

Hagrid’s eyes widened as the man sputtered, flecks of foam coating his beard as small bits of alcohol-fueled spittle dusted the table. “You have? N-No one’s supposed ta’ know about that. Top secret stuff, the stone-”

“Mr Hagrid.” Mr. Bishop, whom Tonks had grown to despise in the twenty minutes or so since she’d known him, interrupted. “I have heard through the grapevine that you are very interested in… magical creatures.”

Hagrid’s demeanor changed instantly, a loopy smile forming on his face. “I’ve always had an affinity fer them. Love the little buggers, misunderstood, ya know, just like me.”

“Of course. A man of your experience surely knows how to handle creatures that shortsighted individuals might deem dangerous.”

Tonks’ stomach twisted in knots. No way.

She dug inside of her bottomless bag, cradling the runespoor egg Penny had sourced for her.

“Not ta toot my own horn or anything, but the grounds and the forest have never been in better shape since I got a hold of em.” Hagrid said proudly, his cheeks flushed completely red.

“You see, I have an egg here, an egg that requires specialized care, and I’m trying to find someone that will provide that care,”

Hagrid surged with excitement. “What kind of egg?”

The man dug into his own bottomless bag, pulling out an egg that was at least three times the size of Tonks’

She couldn’t help but gasp along with Hagrid as the man plopped the massive egg on the table.

“Is that-” Hagrid’s eyes were gleaming with wonder as he leaned forward on the table. “Is that what I think it is?”

She could just see the bastard’s smug smile from behind his stupid hood. She had a right mind to hex him to next week, but she decided against it. She let the runespoor egg slip from her hands. There was no way in hell a runespoor could compete with a dragon.

“Norwegian Ridgeback. Sure to hatch within the month, as long as it’s properly cared for.” The man stroked the egg’s surface, and the way Hagrid’s mouth was watering made Tonks just the slightest bit uncomfortable.

“And you want me te have it?”

The man held up a finger. “I do require one small little piece of information. I am quite the creature aficionado myself, you see, and I just need a tidbit on a most fascinating of monsters.”

“A tidbit?”

“Just some information, to sate my boundless curiosity.”

Hagrid was eager, he would spill whatever needed to be spilled.

Tonks was silent, waiting to hear what exactly this man wanted to ask Hagrid, when the man turned his faceless head towards her. “I’m sorry, madame, but this conversation has turned private. I’m sure you understand.”

Tonks blinked, once more debating whether she should practice some of her favorite curses on this stupid idiot. She decided against it, not wanting to cause a ruckus that could leave her exposed and in trouble.

“Of course, good night to you both. Good night, Hagrid.”

Hagrid didn’t even bother to say goodbye, too transfixed by the dragon egg. Tonks dared not look at the bastard sitting across from her, lest her resolve break and she started hexing him.

It had been a disappointing night, she thought as she left the pub. But she hadn’t been left completely in the dark. Hagrid had said something about a stone, and there could only be so many special stones out there in the magical world. Penny and her could figure it out. They could get to the bottom of this.

…

Arcturus leaned against the dungeon wall, covering the mouth of his pipe as he lit a match and burned the tobacco leaf, taking a few puffs before he pulled his head up and observed as his granddaughter continued her work.

Bellatrix had made a mess. The projection of Tom Riddle’s soul was littered across the room, an arm here, a leg there, a collection of fingernails and teeth organized neatly on the table.

It was a gory scene, but it was made much less upsetting by the distinct lack of blood. Tom Riddle was a soul, after all, and really only the fragment of one. What the room lacked in blood, though, it made up for threads. The room had become filled with a criss-crossing web of pure black threads, all tying the separate parts of Riddle together. Bellatrix knew that if she broke even one of them, the soul shard would dissolve and die.

The once handsome head of teenaged Riddle, now missing an eye and a nose along with his teeth, was still nailed to the wall. Bellatrix was running the space-warping tongs down the side of his face, running their cold steel down until they reached empty space where the neck should have been. She pressed them against the threat that connected his head to the rest of him.

Her face morphed into a vicious snarl as she quickly clamped the tongs over the thread. Riddle’s eye opened wide, his mouth letting out a tired, tortured scream as the area around the tongs itself began warbling, almost as if a miniscule black hole was about to form.

Arcturus watched, he watched until he was sure Bellatrix would go too far and finally take Riddle out of his misery. But Bella was a natural, and she released the clamps just before the point of no return.

She giggled as the head moaned in pain. “I’ve just imprinted that pain in every moment of your life. In every single instance of your existence, you will have been feeling that pain, Riddle.”

“I-I told you, you insipid bitch!” Riddle spat. He’d been tough to break, very tough. Even a young Lord Voldemort had turned out to be enough of a psychopath to remain stoic and sarcastic, even when he was being cut into pieces.

But Bellatrix knew everyone had a breaking point, and while it had taken Riddle longer than most, he had broken, and Bellatrix had revelled in his delicious screams of agony.

"You haven't told me enough." Bellatrix growled.

"I'm growing bored of this, maybe we should put him under the hot poker for a bit and regroup." Arcturus grumbled as he puffed away at his pipe.

The hot poker burned with the closest approximation to the fires of Hades that the mortal realm could offer. To a soul, it was a sensation orders of magnitude worse than third degree burns. The worst part was, when the hot poker was removed, its magic made it so the soul healed completely, meaning that the next application was just as uniquely painful as the first.

"Sounds like a plan, I am in need of a shower." Bellatrix said as she reached for the implement.

"No! Wait!" Riddle begged, knowing that the Blacks were not ones to issue idle threats. "You must understand, I was only sixteen when I was created, I know nothing of my older self's plans."

Bellatrix snorted. "Yeah right. Madman like Voldie, his brand of megalomania has definitely been brewing since before he could walk."

Bella pressed the poker against Riddle's free eyeball, which instantly burned in infinite agony. Bella pulled back quickly, knowing she had done just enough.

"I planned to make seven! Seven horcruxes!"

"Seven?" Arcturus hissed. "What a grotesque number. It is no surprise you ended up so… deformed."

"And I'm sure you had a theme in mind?" Bellatrix asked.

Riddle's head shuddered as he began to talk. "T-The founders, items related to them. I already had a lead on Hufflepuff's cup."

Bella and Arcturus shared a look. Items related to the founders, potentially up to six of them, plus Harry, who Voldemort had clearly not intended to turn into a horcrux.

"Alright, just one more question for you. In your studies, did you find a method of removal?" Bellatrix asked.

Riddle laughed. Through all the pain and torture he'd been put through, the bastard chortled maniacally.

"You can destroy them. That's about it. There is no way of destroying the Horcrux without destroying the vessel." His eye glared at Bellatrix with a cruel glint. "I did the impossible, didn't I? A human horcrux! You can kiss that vessel goodbye, Black! Otherwise, so long as the vessel lives, Lord Voldemort remains!"

Bellatrix cleaved through one of the threads, and in an instant, Riddle's soul, corrupted and dark and malevolent as it was, melted into piles of black, acrid ooze.

"Dammit Bellatrix! You should have let me put him back together first! It's going to take me forever to clean this shit up!"

Bellatrix ignored her grandfather. She was haphazardly shoving the Black implements into their tool box. "Find Narcissa and get her off her lazy ass. No one in this house does another fucking thing until we figure out how to take that horcrux out!"

With that, she slammed the box shut and stormed out of the dungeon. Arcturus remained where he was, knowing there were about to be a lot of long, sleepless nights in the pursuit of something that might not even be possible.

But there was no denying Bellatrix when she got like that. Arcturus would summon the elves and have them clean up the dungeon. Right now, keeping an eye on Bellatrix and making sure she didn't do anything insane was top priority.

…

"Stone, what the hell could that possibly be?"

Nymphadora was standing in front of her trusty chalkboard, which she'd filled with random doodles as she speculated on what type of stone Hagrid could have meant.

No possibility was too stupid to consider. Well, there were quite a few that were, but she put them on there anyways.

That's how she ended up with bezoars, kidney stones, stonehenge (maybe the entire thing had been transported to Hogwarts for safekeeping?), plus all precious stones she could recall off the top of her head.

Stonehenge made sense as something of extreme value, but Tonks seriously doubted that was it. How could someone even steal something that big? And a big part of Stonehenge's importance was its location; she doubted that moving it was even possible.

Everything else was far too common. Even the most precious of stones, maybe a really valuable diamond or ruby, seemed stupid. Dumbledore wouldn't hide something like that at Hogwarts, the man's fashion sense told it all, he didn't care one bit for precious gems.

She glanced over at Penny, who was doing her charms homework of all things. Tonks frowned, chucking a bit of chalk at her assistant's head.

Penny didn't groan when the chalk hit her. She just turned her head and smiled. "Are you done speculating, mistress?"

Tonks' face reddened. "It'd be nice if you helped, Penny!"

"But you like writing stuff on there so much, mistress." Penny said. "I wanted to let you blow off some steam."

"What? Are you saying you've figured it out?"

Penny's serene smile stayed on as she pushed her charms book away and picked out another one from her pile, already opened to a particular page. She held the book up to her chest as she walked over to her mistress.

Tonks glanced down as Penny held the book out to her. The page it was open to had a small portrait of an aged wizard with a small, one page biography.

"Nicholas Flamel?"

"Read, mistress." Penny insisted, pushing the book onto Tonks' arms. The metamorph took it and began to read, her eyebrows shooting higher and higher with every sentence.

"The philosopher's stone!" She gasped.

"It makes sense, doesn't it? The Headmaster was Flamel's apprentice."

Tonks' mouth was left agape. She dropped the book and jumped at Penny, giving her a big smooch on the lips. "You're brilliant, Penny! How much do I pay you again?"

"You don't pay me mistress." Penny answered, aghast. "Nor would I want you to."

"Right. Right." Tonks said, her mind racing. "The philosopher's stone, that's fucking insane! I bet that dickhead from the bar is after it too, plus Professor Quirell and Merlin knows who else!"

She ran over to the chalkboard, erasing a big chunk in the middle and writing ‘PHILOSOPHER’S STONE’ in giant letters before returning to squeeze Penny into a hug.

The girls were interrupted by a knock at the door. Sharing a look, Penny quickly rushed over to the door before Tonks sat on her big chair, swiveling until she was facing away from the entrance.

Penny cracked the door open, frowning slightly when she saw Darcia, brightening up when she glimpsed Harry, and then fully frowning again when she saw there was a full quidditch team waiting by her door.

"Malfoy, what is the meaning of this?" Penny hissed in a whisper.

"Wait, Penelope Clearwater is the Boss Lady?" Tracey exclaimed a little bit too loudly, earning her death glares from everyone else.

"Sorry, sorry." She whispered with flushed cheeks.

Penelope smacked her face as Tonks jumped off her seat, marching her way over to the door and peeking in from above Penny. "What the fuck is this?" She glared at Darcia.

"You're family now, aren't you?" Darcia asked. She gestured towards the girls. "They're family too."

Tonks looked like she wanted to slap the shit out of Darcia. "Get in here you fucking brats, before I have a damn line at my door."

Quickly, the first year girls plus Harry shuffled into the now fully opened doorway. The instant Pansy made her way through, the door slammed shut behind her, slapping her in the ass.

The girls were looking around the room, taking many curious glances at Tonks' chalkboard as well as the other assorted paraphernalia that accumulated when one ran a boarding school crime syndicate.

"Wow, so the big scary Boss Lady is a Hufflepuff." Pansy said.

"The big scary Boss Lady didn't give you permission to speak." Tonks said, making Pansy shut her mouth immediately.

"Now you, talk."

Darcia grabbed onto Daphne's arm. "This is Daphne, my betrothed. Hermione here is my… other slave." For the first time, Darcia did not feel comfortable using that term as she gave Hermione's hand a comforting squeeze. "Susan is my vassal and Tracey and Pansy… well they're family too!"

Nymphadora blinked as she took them all in. Daphne stepped up, holding her hand out. "Hello, Nymphadora, it's a pleasure."

Tonks glared, even as she shook Daphne's hand. "Don't call me that. Only Harry can call me that."

Daphne smiled. "No problem. Speaking of Harry, I heard you're carrying his child."

Tonks smirked. "Yeah, and I'm going to be an official concubine, so there's nothing you can do abo-"

Tonks was cut off as Daphne fell to her knees in front of her, wrapping her arms around her waist as she pressed her ears to Tonks' stomach.

Everyone stood around awkwardly as Daphne nuzzled her ear into her stomach.

Harry stepped up, placing a hand on Daphne's shoulder. "I don't think it's at that stage yet, Mi-Daphne."

Daphne didn't seem to care, snuggling closer to Tonks' belly. "I need this," she shot up to her feet, her eyes gleaming with hope towards Harry as she clasped her hands in front of her face. "Please, can I get one too?"

Harry flushed, but Penny answered for him.

"It doesn't work that way. Why do.you think none of you have gotten pregnant yet?" she asked, earning confused looks from the first years.

Most of them, anyways. Just as Penny was about to launch into her explanation, Darcia saw the slight flash of excitement in Hermione’s face, right before the girl tried to mercilessly tamp it down.

“I think Hermione knows.” Darcia spoke up, ignoring Penelope’s look of irritation. “What is it, Hermione?”

Hermione blushed at her mistress, but she was compelled to answer by the slave bond, and she wanted to, anyway. “One of Hogwart’s many wards is an anti-pregnancy ward. It prevents any witch under the age of seventeen from becoming pregnant unless she is married or otherwise emancipated.”

The bright smile on Hermione’s face as she spewed the information as if she were reading it right off the page made Darcia’s heart soar. She wanted to see more bright smiles on that pretty little face.

“Penny! She’s like a tiny little you!” Nymphadora said with glee. “Though you might need to teach her how to brush her hair,”

Darcia glared at her older cousin, putting a protective hand over the muggleborn. “Her hair’s beautiful!”

Tonks looked taken aback by Darcia’s reaction, though not necessarily in a bad way.

“How soon can we get married?” Daphne asked, cutting through the tension as she looked the slightest bit desperate.

“Daphne, believe me, it's for the best that you can’t get pregnant right now.” Pansy assured her.

Susan was pouting as well, clearly thinking along the same lines as Daphne.

“Anyways, so what, this is a meet and greet?” Tonks finally got the conversation back on track.

“Well, you’re going to be my concubine, right? Which means you’ll live with me.” Darcia reasoned. “Well, we’ve all decided we’re going to live together.”

“Really, all of you?”

The girls all nodded firmly, and Tonks couldn’t help but find the whole thing rather cute.

She shot Penny a bemused look, but her assistant looked crestfallen.

Tonks snorted, of course. “Penny’s coming with, then.”

Penny looked rather shocked, but Darcia looked at her questioningly, “Penny? But she doesn’t like Harry.”

“That’s not true!” Penny rushed out to say, blushing as she glanced at the handsome boy. “I… err… I’ve changed my stance.”

“Why does it say Philosopher’s Stone in big letters?” Susan asked, her curiosity getting the best of her as she kept glancing at the chalkboard.

“Did a four year old write that out?” Tracey mused, inspecting the very sloppy penmanship.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tonks moved hastily to erase the words. “It’s none of your business.”

“Does it have something to do with the third floor corridor?” Susan continued to inquire. “Auntie had to go to France in the summer, something about an international incident. Then Gringotts gets broken into, now we have a forbidden corridor, and you write that on your board.” She had a hand under her chin as she put the pieces together. “All the pieces fit!”

“Wow, you’ve got yourself a little detective there on top of everything?” Tonks asked Darcia. “You kids could keep my business going once I’m gone.” She looked rather contemplative now.

“Mistress?” Penny asked.

Tonks grinned. “Alright, you said we’re all family, right? Well, it's time I introduce you to the family business.”

“We’re going to be criminals? How cool!” Pansy said.

“I don’t know if my auntie would approve.” Said Susan nervously. “Do you approve, Harry?” she asked her lover.

Harry smiled. “Nymphadora is lovely, I trust her completely.” he assured her.

“Well, ok.”

Tonks sat back on her desk, a plan beginning to form. “Alright, you squirts have been drafted. You’re going to be my own personal elite squad, and you’re going to help me steal the Philosopher’s Stone.”

Everyone was bristling with excitement and anticipation.

“But first, can I see that cock, Harry?”

…

Darcia had been having a rough time of it at potions, and for the life of her she couldn’t understand why.

She’d always been good at the subject, and today’s potion was not very complicated. In fact, it was rather straightforward. She was sure she’d added the right amount of porcupine quills, and yet the potion had almost boiled over after adding them. She was sure she’d set the flame to a low simmer, and yet when she turned back to look the flame was practically scorching the bottom of the cauldron.

She would have accused her partner, Hermione, of sabotaging her, if the idea hadn’t been so patently ridiculous.

In the end, she’d turned in a very poorly made potion, and the disappointment showed very clearly on her aunt Andromeda’s face.

“Miss Malfoy, if you could stay behind.”

Darcia, Harry and Hermione stayed after class, with the girls assuring them that they would wait for them at Tonks’; which after yesterday was sure to become their new hangout spot outside of their dorm room.

“Professor, I don’t know what happened today, something went wrong-”

“Tut, tut. No excuses, Darcia. Your performance today was disappointing to say the least. That potion is liable to earn you a P.”

Darcia’s face fell, but worse than that was the way Hermione’s lip quivered.

“I-I’m sorry, Professor, it won’t happen again.” Darcia assured her.

"Of course." Andromeda leaned against her desk, smiling sultrily at Harry as she fingered the button of her robe, which Darcia only just now noticed looked more like an evening robe than a proper Hogwarts one. "I can always be… persuaded… to change your grade." She purred.

Darcia couldn't believe it. Aunt Andromeda was supposed to be the sane one!

"Auntie, do you want to fuck Harry?"

Andromeda panicked, her hands dropping to her sides as she straightened up, glancing every which way, as if she expected Dumbledore to pop in at any moment. "No! Ms. Malfoy, that'll be detention! Why… I've never-"

"Harry, would you be willing to fuck auntie Andromeda?" Darcia asked her slave, who smiled and nodded. He was always up for a romp, especially with someone as sexy as Professor Black.

"Of course, mistress, as long as Professor Black wishes to as well." Harry said with a smile.

"Well, there you go auntie. Next time, don't mess with my grades. Mum gets on my case enough as it is. Have fun!" She waved at her aunt, who was completely flabbergasted, still posted up against her desk as Darcia and Hermione left, leaving a smiling Harry alone with her.

"H-Harry… can I call you Harry?"

"Of course." Harry was taking slow steps towards her, and Andromeda began to panic.

"Harry, this has all been a mistake. I shouldn't have tried to do this, it is extremely inappropriate, highly immoral."

Harry was now right in front of her, and she couldn't help but look into the young boy's green eyes, such bright, beautiful eyes.

"Andi… may I call you Andi?" Harry asked, remembering the time he spent in Bella's embrace, and how she gushed about her wonderful younger sister Andi. Plus, she was Nymphadora's mother and a good teacher to boot, all of which pointed toward her being a great person.

"S-Sure." Andi stumbled, hating how her body was already reacting, craving him.

"Andi, forget about all that other stuff. Do you want this?" The boy asked.

She was going to say no. She should say no. The only thing a person in their right mind could  say was no.

"Yes."

Harry smiled softly, and he placed a hand on her hip, sending a jolt of electricity running up her spine. "That's all that matters."

Harry was tall for his age, and Andromeda was sitting on her desk, so they were level enough for him to kiss her softly on the lips as he grabbed onto her waist with both hands.

Andromeda did not want to melt into the kiss, but she found the softness of his lips so appealing that she decided to give in for maybe a few seconds.

Seconds turned to a solid minute where she found her tongue halfway down Harry's throat, her hands desperately running through his hair as she found her body pushed up against his. Her robe, that damned sexy robe she'd decided to wear in a moment of Black madness, had split open, revealing her white lingerie clad body in all its glory.

Or maybe Harry was actually disgusted with her body. She was older, and she hadn't taken care of herself like Narcissa had. She'd always been the forgotten sister, Bellatrix's slightly less beautiful clone. Maybe Harry was just doing this out of pity.

"Andi, is everything alright?"

Andi startled, realizing that they'd broken the kiss and Harry was looking up at her with concern.

She gave him a weak smile. "It's fine, Harry."

"Please, Andi. Bella told me a little of what you've been through. It couldn't have been easy."

Andromeda's lip quivered, the dam was breaking. "No… no it hasn't. I… I haven't been with anyone since Ted died, and my life's just been a cloud of misery. And even now that things have started looking up, I almost feel like I deserve to be miserable, like I don't deserve happiness."

Why was she spilling her guts out to an eleven year old boy?

"I know how that feels, Andi. I used to feel that way." Harry said tenderly, holding her face in between his soft hands. "But there's so much love around you, Andi. You're beautiful, you're wonderful, and you deserve to be happy."

Andi launched herself at him, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him like her life depended on it. She transferred over a decade of pain, frustration and grief into that kiss, she let out years of pent up rage, of screaming into the void and hearing nothing in return.

And Harry took it all, and he soothed her, and he was touching her in such wonderful ways, releasing her stress with each delicate touch of his fingers. He pushed the crotch of her lingerie to the side, and he was pushing into her with that magnificently sweet cock that made all her worries vanish into vapor.

Andromeda wrapped her arms around the boy, mewling and gasping as he stroked lovingly into her. She could feel the negativity melt off her body with every thrust, replaced with a warmth, a loving pulse that began in her loins and radiated out through her body like a healing pulse.

Harry’s cum may be magical, it may have some sort of addicting quality, but it paled in comparison to the boy himself. Harry himself was the panache to all of her worries, and Andromeda understood clearly now, she understood why her sisters, her daughter, why all these women were so desperate to keep him safe.

Because how could you not love such a wonderful boy?

His fingers were like fire on her skin. His mouth found her nipple and made it explode in sensation as his tongue went to work. He squeezed her stomach, the stomach with the slight pudge that her sisters didn’t have, but Andromeda didn’t feel self-conscious about it, because Harry was worshiping her like a goddess, and his mouth was now at her neck while his cock once more sank into the depth of her folds.

“Harry! Oh Harry!” Andi’s toes curled.

She gripped the back of her lover’s neck.

Her love’s neck.

Her heart and pussy fluttered at the same time. Stars filled her vision, her walls twitching violently in a beautiful symphony.

And then he flooded her, he filled her with his life giving nectar, and all Andromeda could do to thank him for such a gift was to suck his ear into her mouth as their bodies melted into one.

She had indeed uncovered the secret of Harry Potter.

There was no secret. He was the most wonderful boy in the world, and she would do anything to see him happy.