Chapter 7: Aurora Sinistra Pt. 2
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It would have made sense not to push too fast right now. Maybe it was even the smart thing to do. After all, while the clock WAS ticking steadily downwards towards doomsday, Harry still had time. He could have taken things slowly. But put simply… he didn't want to. Call it what you will. Impatience. Recklessness.
Perhaps it was a byproduct of his time spent constantly trying to put out fires in the future that never was. He hadn't had the luxury of time then. He hadn't had the ability to take things slowly. Not ever. Everything had to be done as fast as possible… and disabusing himself of that mindset would take time to say the least.
Or maybe that was just an excuse. Maybe he was just confronted with an incredibly aroused, naughty Astronomy Professor who had been caught red handed being very inappropriate indeed… and he simply wanted to pounce while the iron was hot. He wanted her… and he knew, deep down inside, Aurora Sinistra would want him too.
As such, making sure he's at the back of the class, Harry casts something of a disillusionment charm on himself. This one isn't just disillusionment though, it has the added component of making it so no one else from the class will wonder where he's gone or where he is. Then, as everyone else files out and the door to the Astronomy Tower slams shut behind them, Harry stays right where he is.
He watches in amusement as the door shimmers with the tell-tale magic of an arcane lock. A glance back shows Aurora holding her wand up, her arm trembling as she finishes silently casting the spell. He waits, hidden only for a moment… only long enough for Aurora to truly expose herself. It doesn't take long at all, to be fair. As soon as the Professor is confident that she's alone, she all but rips her robes open, exposing her dark, chocolate-toned flesh and her beautiful bust. She also exposes the star-like nipple piercings she's wearing at the same time, whimpering as they drive her absolutely wild.
But they're not going nearly as crazy as her plug is, and to inspect that, she has to remove her robes the rest of the way and conjure a floor-length mirror. Harry doesn't wait that long. He's already decided he's going to confront her here and now. But that doesn't mean he's going to be foolish about it…
"Professor? What are you doing?"
The look on Aurora's face as she finally registers his presence… is absolutely one of a kind.
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Aurora Sinistra knew she was a pervert. She hid it well behind a stern, authoritarian sort of attitude, but there was simply no denying it. She regularly taught classes while wearing things beneath her robes that were… entirely inappropriate for the position she held at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To be fair, it wasn't like she was ever going to be found out, she figured. No one had ever been able to discern just what lay beneath her robes.
However… the truth was, deep down inside, Aurora had always fantasized about being caught. She'd always found the idea of being discovered, of being fingered as a total pervert… to be immensely arousing.
And now here she was. In her own classroom, high up in her tower. Something had gone wrong during her last class. Her magical toys, the starry nipple and clit piercings, along with the butt plug buried in her asshole… they'd all gone haywire. Something in their magic must have malfunctioned or degraded. It was possible, even though it shouldn't have been. Aurora was quite good at the upkeep of her toys. None of them should have broken on her like this. Certainly not all of them.
Yet… standing in front of her class, trembling as her toys played with her and messed her up like they had a mind of their own, Aurora had never been more aroused. She'd sent her class away not just out of fear of being caught, but fear of what she might do in front of them if she didn't. How she might… act. She couldn't let them see her true self. She couldn't. So she'd ended class early.
But… she'd been so certain that everyone had left. She'd checked and double-checked before locking the door behind them all. No one should have been left in the tower except for her. No one should have been able to enter the tower after she locked the door with magic. And yet here she was, with her pierced nipples and her dark breasts bared… to one Harry James Potter.
The young wizard is looking at her with hooded green eyes. Where he came from, she doesn't know. But… he's staring at her like he's seeing her for the first time. He's staring at her like he knows who and what she truly is. A perverted, lustful bitch who has fully lost control of both herself and her toys. He sees her… and Aurora can't help but whimper as her thighs clench together and she cums from being so very… seen.
It's not too big of an orgasm, thank Merlin. Not so much that she collapses to her knees, or even lets out a moan. But it definitely happens. Harry Potter needs to only look at her for a moment as she is right now… and she cums. Shameful. Humiliating. Mortifying and embarrassing. This is how her career ends. This is how she falls from grace and here she is more aroused than afraid. More turned on than terrified. She truly is the worst sort of woman.
Belatedly, she tries to salvage some small scrap of her dignity, pulling together her robes in an attempt to hide her chest from him once more. Swallowing thickly, Aurora stammers a reply.
"M-Mister Potter… you shouldn't… you shouldn't b-be here. I dismissed you and everyone else."
Frankly, he shouldn't have been in her class at all. The boy was the Fourth Triwizard Champion. Unprecedented to say the least, but even still, his status as a Champion let him skip certain 'unnecessary' classes. Now, if you'd asked Aurora when she wasn't in her current state, she would have scowled and said Astronomy was ALWAYS necessary. But right now? When his presence represented the end of her career? She found herself wishing that he hadn't bothered. Just a little bit.
"I was worried about you, Professor. I thought you might need help. And frankly… it looks like you do."
Aurora opens her mouth to deny it instinctively, but the words never leave her lips. Instead, she chokes on her own spit as the butt plug buzzing away in her ass suddenly redoubles in strength. A squeal leaves her lips and she barely catches herself on a nearby desk as the magical toy threatens to drive her mad with pleasure. Worse still is the fact that she's being watched by Harry as it happens. It makes it all the more arousing for a despicable, reprehensible creature such as her.
"I-I am… f-fine."
But rather than back off, Harry steps closer. Those emerald eyes of his glitter as he moves up to her, causing Aurora to stiffen. Her grasping at the desk has let her robes fall open again… leaving her glittering nipple piercings visible on the backdrop that is her black chest.
"You don't seem fine, Professor. You seem… like you're having trouble."
Her piercings choose that moment to sting her, causing Aurora to gasp and thrust out her chest… right into one of Harry's outstretched hands. Her eyes go wide as his fingers fall upon the piercing… and much to her shock, his very touch seems to calm it down. The stinging stops on that side of her chest, leaving the effect rather lopsided in its intensity, as her other breast continues to experience the full brunt of the magical nipple piercing's power.
That is, until Harry takes mercy on her and reaches up to that one as well, pinching both the piercing and her nipple between her fingers and calming it down. Of course, even as his magic touch somehow releases her chest from its torment, her clit piercing and the butt plug she's wearing… are still going wild. And yet, Aurora barely pays them any mind. She's too busy staring at Harry, mouth agape and eyes wide at what he's just done.
"Is that better, Professor?"
Aurora Sinistra isn't an idiot. She's actually quite intelligent. And so, with all of the evidence right in front of her, it's not difficult for her to establish what's going on here. It seems ridiculous. Utterly impossible… and yet, it's not impossible. It's just highly improbable.
"You… you d-did this."
Harry doesn't even try to deny it. The boy smiles, his emerald eyes shimmering as he chuckles at her. Aurora blushes profusely under that gaze. Under his knowing eyes. She should have clocked on immediately. From the moment he somehow showed back up in a classroom she was SURE was empty. He had some way of hiding from her senses… and so of course he had some way of making his usurpation of her toys concealed as well.
He'd engineered this whole situation… not that that changed anything. Aurora was still completely at his mercy. Though, there was one difference. Now she knew that he'd always known about her toys. She knew that instead of going to the Headmaster about her indiscretions, he'd decided to confront her. And she knew… she knew he would probably want more from her.
That excites her to no end of course, even more than it terrifies her. But at the same time, she can't believe that this is something the young wizard is even capable of. It doesn't make sense. But then… the proof is right in front of her eyes, isn't it?
"What… what do you want from me?"
Harry removes his hands from her nipples, though thankfully her piercings don't return to stinging her. Each of his hands moves in a different direction. The left goes up to her chin, his thumb pressing against her lower lip until she opens her mouth and lets him slide it right on in for her to suck on. The right goes further down, deeper into her robes, cupping her mound. He touches her clit piercing and the stinging there goes away… and then he slides his fingers across her sopping wet slit.
If he didn't know she was aroused before, he definitely knows now. Aurora trembles, shivering in perverse arousal and total humiliation. He's caught her out so effectively, and walked her right into his trap. She's completely at his mercy now and they both know it. She shouldn't be so turned on by that fact… but she is. This plays into her darkest desires, her deepest fantasies. It's almost like he knew who and what she truly was, inside and out.
"It's not about what I want from you, Aurora. It's what I want to do for you. I'm going to give you everything your heart desires…"
Aurora shudders, as he slides his fingers into her cunt, playing with her insides, toying with her folds. The dark-skinned witch moans around the thumb in between her lips, finding it impossible to keep from lewdly sucking on it. She knows she shouldn't be letting this happen. The dynamic between them is supposed to be one of teacher and student. Not… not this. And yet… and yet, Harry has her right where he wants her.
When he finally removes his thumb, Aurora tries to put up a token protest, though it's not really much of a protest at all.
"I can't… I can't help you with the Tournament, if that's what you're a-after. Not only are we n-not supposed to give the Champions assistance… I haven't really b-been told anything of use anyways…"
Harry pauses at that… and then lets out a chuckle.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't have been, Professor. But you don't need to worry. That's not what I'm after. For all that the Headmaster and Headmistress of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will happily break that rule and help their Champions… I don't need assistance with the Triwizard Tournament."
Then what… what could he possibly want from her? As though reading her mind, Harry lets out a sigh and steps forward again. He's still fingering her. He removed his thumb from her mouth, but not his digits from her cunt. His free hand moves down to her breasts, playing with them as he invades her personal space. Aurora's eyes dart down to his crotch in turn. Perhaps he means for her to free his cock from its confines and return the favor? She shouldn't… and yet, her hands move in that direction after a moment of hesitation all the same.
Harry doesn't say a word as she opens his robes and works his cock free of his pants. He just continues to finger her, watching as she takes his member in her hands and slowly strokes it up and down. After a moment, Aurora looks up… and freezes at the mirth she sees in his emerald eyes.
"I didn't even ask you to do that, Aurora."
She flushes in embarrassment and shame, not that she can feel much more of either at this point. And yet… she doesn't remove her hands from his cock. He's playing with her… it's only right that she return the favor, right?
"P-Please… just tell me what you want from me."
There's a beat of silence, and she half-expects him to sidestep her question again. But this time, he just smiles mysteriously in a way that makes him look far older than his actual age.
"I want you, Professor. I want you."
There it is. The ultimatum. He owns her now, obviously. If he wanted to ruin her life, he could. If he wanted to destroy her career, he could. There's no way out for her, except to obey him. And he wants her. He wants to fuck her, no doubt. The terrible thing is… Aurora wants him to fuck her too. Even as she strokes him to full erection with her hands, she's trembling in anticipation of it. Of the order for her to turn and bend over so he can fuck her against her own desk, or something like that.
She's waiting… but it doesn't come. At least, not immediately. Instead, Harry almost seems to be in thought as they continue to fondle each other, his fingers dipping in and out of her pussy while his thumb rubs against her pierced clit. Her hands, meanwhile, stroke up and down his shaft as it gets bigger and bigger.
Finally, he speaks… but to her surprise, it's not to issue an order… but rather, to ask a question.
"When I fuck you, Aurora… would you prefer the plug off or on?"
She'd almost forgotten about it. The last active sex toy, completely under the control of Harry Potter, buzzing away in her ass. She's so used to the intrusion that she'd legitimately let it slip her mind. But now… now it's certainly at the forefront, even as she makes her decision.
Chapter 8: Aurora Sinistra Pt. 3
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Off or on? It was a seemingly innocuous question, if one didn't consider the bigger picture. But Aurora knew better. The Astronomy Professor knew that Harry wasn't just asking her if she wanted the toy off or on while he fucked her, he was asking her just how ready was she to submit to their new dynamic? There was no escaping it. That much was obvious. He wasn't asking her whether she wanted him to fuck her, he was telling her he was going to do it.
And if she was being honest with herself at the very least… she could acknowledge that she was immensely turned on by that fact. Harry's sheer charisma, the pure domineering machismo of the young wizard… he had her right where he wanted her. And yet, even now he was giving her a chance to control this one tiny aspect of their new relationship.
Off or on… in the end, Aurora doesn't even really have to think about it.
"O-On…"
Harry smiles at her knowingly, as if that was precisely what he thought she was going to say. The sheer confidence that he's exuding feels almost out of place given his youth, and yet… has he not lived a harsh life? He's the Boy-Who-Lived and while plenty of people celebrate him for his deeds as a one year old, no one ever really talks about what else happened that night. How he lost both of his parents to the Dark Lord.
A shiver runs down Aurora's spine as she sees Harry Potter for who he really is for the first time. Or at least a part of who he is. She's just beginning to realize that there are hidden depths to the young man. There have to be, given what he's shown himself capable of so far. Not only discovering her toys but hijacking them without her even knowing about it… he's dangerous. And she's completely at his mercy.
"Very well, Aurora. Please… bend over your desk for me."
He sounds so nice about it. So jovial and well-intentioned. But his tone belies his words and his actions. Shivering, Aurora reflects that this was precisely what she'd been waiting for. What she'd been anticipating. The order to turn around and bend over her desk so he can fuck her atop it has come at long last. She can't refuse him… but privately, she also doesn't want to. She wants… she wants more.
Closing her eyes, acknowledging just how thoroughly she's been cornered, Aurora shucks her already open robes off the rest of the way, letting them fall down into a pool of cloth at her feet. Her front was already exposed to him, but now the dark-skinned witch turns around, showing off her shapely behind and hourglass figure in its entirety as she steps up to her desk and carefully bends over it.
Her hands plant palm down on the desk and she arches her back almost instinctively. Her ass lifts high into the air, and she bites her lower lip, feeling Harry approaching her from behind. After a moment, his hands come down on her ass, his fingers spreading her dark cheeks nice and wide. She knows what he sees there, nestled between her buttocks. The glittering stylized full moon at the end of her anal plug, the toy adorned with a beautiful sight for any man who managed to reach this point.
In all honesty, she always wanted something like this to happen. If she didn't, she wouldn't have made all of her toys, from her piercings to her plug, so nice to look at. Her nipple and clit piercings for instances were glittering stars, made to shine oh so brightly against the dark backdrop that was her skin. Her anal plug was the exact same way, a beautiful moon… something of a joke, given she'd be mooning anyone who ever saw it.
"What a lovely sight."
Harry's amused tone tells her that he very much appreciates both the joke AND the view. When he suddenly taps on the end of her butt plug however, Aurora is unprepared for the vibrating toy to suddenly redouble in speed and power, causing her to gasp and then let out a lewd, anguished cry as she bucks her hips and orgasms on the spot. She drops forward onto the desk, falling onto one elbow to catch herself even as she quivers and trembles from the sensations wracking her poor body. Her pussy juices squirt out of her, staining the front of her desk.
All the while, the plug has been vibrating even more intensely than before. She hadn't… she hadn't expected him to increase the speed. She hadn't thought he would go that far. On or off had been the question, but when she'd picked 'on', she'd given him carte blanche to do whatever he liked with her at that point, hadn't she?
There was no helping it. There was nothing to be done. Aurora Sinistra was helpless before her young, well-hung student. And the cock that she'd just spent several minutes stroking to full mast is suddenly nestled against her drooling pussy lips, just waiting to thrust into her from behind. A wanton moan leaves her lips, both from the feeling and the anticipation of more… but Harry doesn't thrust in.
Instead, running his hands over her shapely buttocks, groping and squeezing her heart-shaped derriere and her flared hips, Harry holds himself just at her entrance… and hums to himself.
"… Earlier you asked what I want from you. Now I'll ask you the same thing Professor. What do you want from me, Aurora? What do you desire most?"
Aurora wishes she could say she wanted him to leave her alone, to forget what he saw. But the words catch in her throat. Even if she could force them out, she knows that they'd be a lie… and she knows that Harry would recognize them as a lie instead. She tries to stay quiet, whimpering as he continues to molest her. But when his fingers slide around to the front of her crotch and he begins to play with her clit piercing, she knows he won't let his question go without an answer. He won't fuck her until she begs for it… so that's what she does.
"I want… I want you to fuck me, Mister Potter. I want you to s-stick your big fat cock inside of me and stir up my insides. I want you to p-plow me silly, and rail me until I can't think s-straight!"
There's a brief pause, and then Harry chuckles.
"Mm, I appreciate the honesty. But please… when we're alone like this, call me sir."
Then, having delivered that domineering order with a particularly satisfied silken tone, Harry thrusts into her at long last. Aurora gasps, her fingernails clawing into her desk as she's jolted forward. A panting moan leaves her lips, even as her tightness clenches down on his cock, his member catching partway into her. Then, he pulls back and does it again, forcibly penetrating deeper into her on the second thrust. And then deeper still on the third. The fourth. The fifth.
It quickly becomes completely silly, trying to keep track of how many times he's thrust into her. That's something her friend Septima might try to do, the mathematical bitch that she is. No, Aurora soon finds herself unable to focus on anything at all other than Harry's cock… and of course, the constantly vibrating butt plug still buried in her anus.
She both does and doesn't regret asking him to keep the toy on. On the one hand, it's definitely augmenting the experience. Both of her holes are stuffed right now, her flexing and gushing pussy filled to the brim with Harry's cock, and her ass stretched wide by her own hijacked toy. On the other hand… it's driving her absolutely wild.
Maybe she could have better kept her wits about her if it was JUST Harry's cock that she had to contend with, but instead she's being attacked from two angles. And it's driving her mad. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her head, even as they go crossed from the pleasure. And her mouth is wide open, unable to close as she moans and groans her way through thrust after thrust.
She can't keep her hands under her, and sooner rather than later she all but collapses forward the rest of the way onto her desk. Burying her face in her arms, the Astronomy Professor tries to muffle her squeals and screams even as her pussy sells her out all the same, constantly and rapidly flexing, gripping, and tightening around Harry's rampaging prick.
Her breasts, now pressed against her desk, also betray her. Or more accurately, the piercings there further make it impossible to focus on anything but the pleasure she's currently being run through at the moment. Her poor nipples are run roughshod back and forth across the desk, her piercings scraping and tugging on her teats while her titties shudder and shake and squish into the hard wood.
Harry doesn't hold back one bit, fucking her so hard from behind that she finds herself lifted up onto her tip toes by his thrusts, and she doesn't come back down. Her dark legs, ramrod straight, quiver and shake, turned to jelly by the sheer power he's currently slamming into them with. Her ass, thighs, and hips jiggle and bounce.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, specifically Harry's flesh slapping against her flesh as he thrusts into her from behind, fills Aurora's classroom and the Astronomy Professor completely loses track of time. She doesn't know how long he fucks her. Bent over her desk, completely at his mercy, all she can do is hang on and endure. Well, that and cum her brains out from the most pleasurable experience of her entire life.
She's such a horrible, perverted wretch. This whole situation is one of her own making in the end. She wanted this to happen, and now that it finally had… she was enjoying herself far too much. Aurora is filled with just as much self-loathing as she is pleasure, even as she completely ruins the front of her desk with her constant squirting. Her pussy juices flow out from the tight spaces around his cock, and spray all over the floor and the desk itself.
Losing track of how many times she's cum for him is about par for the course, really. But she knows it's been a lot… and she's not really that surprised when at long last, he grunts and pulls back for the final time. His cock pulls out of her and his hand closes in her hair at the same moment. In no position to fight him on this, Aurora's jellified legs positively collapse under her when he yanks her back off of her desk, spins her around, and pushes her to her knees. There's not an ounce of resistance as Aurora Sinistra kneels before the young wizard, her nipple and clit piercings glittering like the stars they're made after.
He slaps his cock into her face, and Aurora opens wide, lolling out her tongue and rolling out the red carpet. Harry smiles down at her, his emerald eyes glowing as he slides his member right into her mouth. He uses her mouth like he used her cunt, with very little input from Aurora on the matter. Then, he lets out a heartfelt groan and begins to cum.
She tries to swallow. Truly she does. But the viscosity and thickness of his cum overwhelms her, and the majority of his load ends up all over her face and tits instead, painting the dark-skinned witch white with jizz. She's never been more humiliated. Never been more degraded or shamed. And she's certainly never been more turned on.
"Good girl, Aurora. Go ahead and clean yourself up. We'll talk again. Soon."
Shuddering, Aurora bows her head in submission, knowing it's not up for debate.
"Y-Yes sir…"
A moment later and Harry Potter is gone. The young wizard doesn't even need her help in getting past the enchanted lock she'd placed on her classroom door. He slips out of the room like it's not even there, leaving Aurora shuddering and trembling in a puddle of her own juices, coated in his cum… and already both dreading and anticipating the next time they would 'talk'.
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The next morning, Harry sits at one end of the Gryffindor Table, eating breakfast and considering the events of the night before. Things with Aurora were off to a roaring start as far as he was concerned. He hadn't yet claimed her properly via the ritual, but that was only a matter of time… literally.
He couldn't just fuck a woman and immediately connect his magic to hers. He needed time and multiple 'sessions' in order to properly feel her out first. Bellatrix had only been as easy as she was because of just how close their connection was in the previous timeline. Aurora, while Harry and her had had a couple flings, was not nearly as close to him.
Once he knew her like the back of his hand, once he knew her magic as though it was own… only then could he take it and MAKE it his own via the ritual. Of course, the ritual also required complete and total submission from the witch participating in it. Aurora Sinistra wasn't quite there yet. She might have thought she was there, but she didn't fully understand just yet what it meant to submit to him. Once she did… and once she inevitably gave in all the same, then and only then would Harry connect their magic. Until then… he just needed to decide what his next step was going to be.
Did he want to focus only on one witch at a time, or was it better to be more proactive and spread his attention among multiple active conquests? Was he-
"Harry?"
Blinking, Harry kicks himself for his lack of situational awareness, looking up from his meal to see that one Hermione Granger has sat down on the other side of the table across from him. The young brunette is looking at him with worry in her eyes, and a frown on her face. Harry throws her a quick smile.
"Hey Hermione, what's up?"
Her frown only grows, however, her brow furrowing.
"You've been… so distant Harry. I just… I know you and Ron haven't been speaking, but you're both still my friends. And I just… you know I'm here for you, right Harry? I want… you can ask me for help, you know? With the Triwizard Tournament?"
Ah. Truth be told, he hadn't even been thinking about that. The First Task would arrive when it arrived, but until then it was very low on his list of priorities. Likewise, Hermione was… well, she was a good friend. She always had been. However, she wasn't a candidate for the ritual. Not yet. Harry had to admit, he was a bit focused on other things at the moment.
Staring at her, he tilts his head as he considers how to best respond.
Chapter 9: A Partial Explanation
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… What was he thinking? Just because she wasn't a candidate for the ritual didn't mean she wasn't his friend. Sure, she wasn't the same Hermione he'd left behind in a future that never would be, but she was still his Hermione. A fond smile settles on Harry's face and he lets out a soft chuckle as he realizes what an idiot he's been.
The world might be ending, but it wasn't ending tomorrow. And there was really no point in saving it if he pushed away everyone he cared about in the process, now was there?
"Sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to seem distant. How have you been? What have you been up to?"
Hermione frowns at that, clearly not entirely happy with his answer.
"I've been worried about you, obviously. And I've been researching the Triwizard Tournament. You might not be able to go to the teachers for help Harry, but that does not mean you have to do this alone."
Ah, that again. Smiling, Harry shakes his head.
"Honestly, I've barely paid any mind to the Triwizard Tournament. It's not that important, Hermione."
Her eyes damn near bulge out of her head at that.
"Not that important?! Harry, this is a matter of life and death! If you don't participate, the Goblet of Fire will take your magic!"
Amused by her reaction, Harry tilts his head to the side.
"Would that really be so bad? We both come from muggle backgrounds, Hermione. Is it really the end of the world if I have to spend the rest of my life living as a muggle?"
Technically yes. Yes it would mean the end of the world if Harry lost his magic to the Goblet of Fire. No one else knew what was coming after all. No one else knew what he knew. And sure, if he lost his magic he could tell people and hope they could avert the coming apocalypse… but Harry had long since learned never to rely on others. He was the only one who could stop what was to come and that wasn't just his Savior Complex talking. Probably.
"Harry!"
Hermione's whine lets him know she's finally realized he's messing with her. Eyes twinkling in amusement, Harry snickers and takes another bite of his breakfast.
"Relax, Hermione. I have no intention of letting the Goblet of Fire take my magic. I'll participate in the tournament; you don't have to fret. Still… I'm surprised you haven't already figured out the obvious loophole, given all your research."
As Hermione's brow furrows, Harry reflects inwardly that he's not REALLY that surprised. After all, he knows the girl across from him. The loophole would never occur to an over-achiever like Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of their generation. Smirking now, Harry reaches out and taps the table between them.
"The Goblet enforces participation. It does NOT however force me to try. I don't have to give my all towards winning, Hermione. I just have to show up and play along."
Hermione's eyes widen and he can see her initial reaction is one of disappointment though she's at least wise enough not to say it out loud. She's disappointed that he wouldn't even try, despite the fact that from her perspective, he's three years too early to even be participating and someone is clearly trying to kill him here.
Of course, Harry actually hasn't decided yet how he'll tackle the three Triwizard Tasks. He knows he'll need to make a decision sooner rather than later though. Will he give it his all to get the highest scores possible, so that when it comes to the Final Task he can blaze through the maze and touch the trophy-turned-port key before any of the others even get to start? Or will he sandbag so that no one knows to expect his full potential?
It's a toughie, but Harry still has time to figure it out. The First Task is still ages away, and since he knows exactly what's happening, he's not really worried about it or the other two. Hermione though looks fit to worry enough for the both of them. She eventually manages to wrap her head around his professed game plan, and though she's still frowning, she at least seems to have decided he's making the right call.
"… You're probably right, Harry. If you try your best to win, you're only increasing the likelihood of death. Better to just… participate and let that be enough. After all, no one is expecting you to somehow beat three people that are all several years older than you."
Harry just smiles, thinking back to the original timeline and his first time through these events. She was right but also wrong. Funnily enough, one group DID expect him to win the Triwizard Tournament… Voldemort and his toadies, Barty Crouch Jr. and Wormtail. They didn't just expect him to win, they'd worked hard to make sure he would. Harry wondered when Barty as Moody would begin making moves to surreptitiously 'help' Harry… and how he might be able to troll the disguised Death Eater until Barty had outlived his usefulness.
Something in his eyes must have caught Hermione's attention however, because the next thing he knows, she's reached out and smacked his hand.
"I don't like that look on your face, Harry Potter! That's the sort of look Ron sometimes sports before one of his bad ideas. You definitely shouldn't be looking like that!"
Harry chuckles and gives Hermione a fond smile. She was still his Hermione. Maybe not with all the time and years behind her that he had, but he could see the brilliant witch she would eventually grow into already shining through. He and Hermione had stayed close all the way to the end of the original timeline… but she'd never known what he did with Bellatrix. And it was only after Ron's death that they'd… well, that was in the timeline that never would be, wasn't it?
He didn't expect anything to happen here that had happened there. Especially not how it had happened, not if he could help it. That said… Hermione meant the world to him. And he couldn't bring himself to brush her off OR send her on a wild goose chase.
With the meal coming to a close, Harry lets out a low sigh and stands up. He's not surprised when Hermione quickly joins him. Once they're outside of the Great Hall, he leads her to a spot where he knows there won't be any paintings or suits of armor to overhear them.
"Hermione…"
She looks at him with hopeful eyes.
"Yes Harry?"
"I don't need your help with the Triwizard Tournament. But that doesn't mean I don't need your help with something else."
The first sentence saw Hermione's face beginning to fall, but the second sentence had her brightening up all over again. However, she was also intrigued, her brow furrowing cutely as she looks at him curiously.
"If you really want to help me Hermione… I want you to look into the effects of radiation on magic. Specifically, nuclear radiation."
Hermione blinks owlishly, clearly taken aback by what she sees as a total non-sequitur. But Harry is beyond serious, and he can see that she sees as much in his gaze.
"Nuclear… nuclear radiation? But why, Harry?"
Shaking his head, Harry sighs.
"I can't tell you that, Hermione. And I need you to keep this between us. I can trust you to do that, right?"
By this point in the timeline, Hermione had learned not to go running to a Professor every time something she didn't understand smacked her in the face. Or at least, he was pretty sure she had. Sure, Umbridge and her particular brand of lunacy and tyrannical authority would most definitely tear away the last of Hermione's obsession with authority figures next year, but the way they'd had to abuse her time turner to save Sirius last year should have already started her down that path.
And if it didn't and she DID go and tell someone about his words, well… Harry hadn't said much of anything at all, really. So it wouldn't be the end of the world. Still, for now at least, Hermione nods with wide eyes.
"O-Of course Harry. But still, I don't quite understand…"
Harry just shakes his head again.
"That's okay, Hermione. I just need you to look into it for me. Start with the effects that the bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki had on their magical communities, okay?"
Hermione, still wide-eyed, just nods as she takes his advice. Harry, meanwhile, grimaces internally. Honestly, if Japan's wizarding community hadn't been quite so insular, they would have had fair warning almost a century before shit really hit the fan. Not that he expected anyone would have really done anything. But that was neither here nor there. The rapid decline and ultimate erasure of Japan's magical world should have been the most obvious warning sign in the world that something had happened.
In the end… it didn't matter. What mattered was that Harry was back and the apocalypse hadn't happened yet. He still had time to stop the muggles from accidentally ending the wizarding world while purposefully ending themselves. And he would stop them. No matter what it took.
-x-X-x-
Bella's moans fill the Room of Requirement as Harry grunts, fucking her into the bed that the room has made for them. Her breasts bounce up and down, looking livelier and healthier than when he'd first grabbed her from Azkaban. As he reaches out and casually gropes one while pounding into his loyal bitch, Harry also reaches out with his magic, feeling her magic in turn and strengthening the connection between them.
This little… encounter between the two of them was necessary preparation for when he finished things with Aurora Sinistra, or if he decided to go after another witch and bind them to him first. He still hadn't decided on that front yet. Did he want to juggle multiple women at once, or handle each conquest at a time before moving onto the next?
Either way, he would be relying on Bellatrix's magic to help him form the second connection. After all, binding Bellatrix was simplicity because of their previous connection and her physical weakness after over a decade in Azkaban. Binding a healthy witch who he didn't have prior experience was something differently entirely.
As he fucks Bellatrix hard and fast, he grunts and casually speaks up, seeing no reason to hold anything back from her.
"I asked Hermione to begin researching the effects of nuclear radiation on magic today."
Bellatrix's moans come to an abrupt end as her eyes roll forward in her head, snapping to him. She peers at him for a moment before smiling wickedly.
"If Master thinks that is best, this lowly slave will not question him~"
Harry rolls his eyes at that and turns his grope of her tit into a chastising smack that makes her moan all the more wantonly.
"Speak your mind, Bella."
Mewling pathetically, Bellatrix's eyes flutter. Though he knows it's all just an act.
"Mmm, Master is so cruel. I just wonder if you've thought this through… or if you're letting your emotions get the better of you."
Harry scoffs as he rolls Bella's nipple between his fingers.
"Of course I'm letting my emotions influence me. I'm not a machine, Bellatrix. I'm not some emotionless robot, to work entirely on cold hard facts and logic. If I was, I wouldn't be as magically gifted as I am. Magic doesn't work like science… that's part of the problem."
Bella inclines her head silently, acknowledging his point.
"Still, Hermione is brilliant. She might not have been able to come up with a solution in the future, but I always felt like that was because she didn't have enough time. I'm just giving her the chance to start her research a decade earlier… and who knows, she might just save us all."
Eyes lidded, Bellatrix grins and licks her lips.
"Unless you save us all first, Master~"
Chuckling, Harry continues pistoning in and out of Bella's clenching cunny with great force, enjoying the way she wraps and tightens around his cock as he fucks her.
"That's Plan A, certainly. But it's always good to have a Plan B."
Indeed, while Plan A was obviously to prevent it from happening in the first place and why he was seeking to gather as much magic to himself as possible… Plan B through Z were all about what they might be able to do if Plan A failed. If Harry couldn't stop the apocalypse, then he would try to stop it from affecting the magical world at least. And if he couldn't stop that… then maybe they would have to leave Earth behind entirely.
He hadn't come back in time with just one plan, but several. And he was fully prepared to implement every last one of them, regardless of what they cost him.
"I see your conviction, Master. I wonder… if you're letting your pet bookworm off her leash, perhaps you would do the same with me? I had an idea I would love to explore on your behalf~"
Harry stills at that, looking down into his mad pet's eyes and frowning at Bellatrix's words.
"… What sort of idea?"
Bellatrix grins wickedly and licks her lips.
"That's a secre-mmph!"
But Harry isn't having it. He reaches out and grabs hold of her jaw, cutting her off as he squeezes her cheeks between his fingers.
"Tell me. Now."
You had to be careful with Bellatrix. Give her an inch and she might be happy… or she might try and take a mile. It was really quite random which it would be at any given time.
"Mm… I had a thought. Master's ritual is good for helping us build a foundation of strength and power… not only will Master soon be the strongest, most powerful wizard alive by a wide margin, but he'll also have access to all sorts of witches in… positions of influence. However, what about the wizards? Especially Master's enemies?"
Harry frowns at that, not liking where Bellatrix's mind is going.
"… While I acknowledge that I'm leaving quite a lot of power on the table, Bella… I don't swing that way. I have no intention of engaging in sexual intercourse with other men for power."
If the situation was insanely desperate, maybe… but he was far enough back in time that it wasn't that desperate, thankfully.
To his surprise, Bella shakes her head, letting out a small laugh.
"Of course not, Master. Even if the mental image does make me squirm in a delightful fashion. No… I'm talking about retooling the ritual. Remove the sexual component… as well as the binding component. Rather than connect their magic to yours via sex… why not drain your enemies of their magic entirely? Make it your own and leave them lifeless husks. It's no less than they would do to you, given half the chance."
Harry opens his mouth, his first impulse to reject the proposition. But then he pauses… because Bellatrix might be onto something. As mad as his pet bitch is, she sometimes has good ideas. The question he now has to answer is… is this one of them?