Chapter Two

Harry sighed and lifted his hips as Narcissa's soft lips tightened a little around his head, her tongue lapping gently, a kitten without claws. He stroked her hair out of her eyes, and she looked at him adoringly under long eyelashes. He'd have to teach her both technique and enthusiasm, but there was time enough for that. It was a lazy, sunny morning, the sun streaming in from the large French windows as he reclined comfortably on her undoubtedly expensive sheets, propped up against the dozens of pillows that women had in their bedrooms, that she'd arranged for him so he could have a proper view of her ministrations.

Were he not still sleepy, he'd have her nose pressed to his pelvis, gagging as her makeup streamed from teary eyes. He'd turn her blue, then paint her white.

But then she pressed a feather-kiss to the tip of his cock, giggled a little, and swirled her tongue on his ridges and veins, and he forgot about his plans for domination. For now at least, she could keep playing the loving pureblood wife. He wrapped his hand in her platinum blonde hair, silky and smooth, and pulled it forward, forcing his cock more fully into her mouth, though she was still far from taking the entire thing. She coughed a little, a little of his precum dribbling from her lips.

"I'm close, Cissa." He murmured. "One hand on my balls and use the other to keep jerking, sweetheart."

She thrilled, always happiest when receiving instruction. He'd have to take another girl to see if that was a personality quirk, or a result of the bond, but he loved it nonetheless. Her lips dared lower, his cock approaching the back of her throat, ensconced in a tight wet warmth, her hand quickening while the other kneaded his large balls gently, encouraging his load to release.

He groaned, shooting his hips up, one hand on her head to push her further down as he came, again and again, his cum spurting out again and again relentlessly. She swallowed and swallowed, her eyes widening in shock as he showed no sign of stopping.

"Keep going." He growled, his eyes closed in delight to maximize the sensations, his magic freeing itself, his core sighing in happiness. He had to relieve himself constantly as a growing wizard, his powerful magic threatening to explode within him - now, at last, he had a helping hand.

"Mmmf-" She gurgled, his seed spilling from her mouth, his cum bloating her stomach as she kept milking him, hands still jerking, lips still twirling. Disbelief was in her eyes - had she not known of his power? A wizard's cumload was the crassest way of judging power, but not an ineffective one.

Finally, Harry relented, letting her escape for a desperate gasp of breath, before she was blasted in the face by another final few shots. Her face, covered in deep, thick, ropes of cum, stared up at him, stunned.

He could only laugh.

"But, what? That must have been the loads of sixty average wizards." Narcissa said, awed as she compliantly turned over as he twirled his finger. He wanted to see the curve of her stomach protrude as his cum bloated her.

"Oh, my." She finally noticed her new stomach as he pulled her toward him, so she was nestled in his chest, their legs intertwined. His hands stroked her belly, causing goosebumps on her flesh. "Oh, Master." She cooed. Over the bond, he saw an image in her mind, a child, with her blonde hair and his green eyes, as she imagined what her stomach could also represent.

"Not soon, but if you're a good girl, perhaps one day."

Narcissa took his hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. "I will be a good girl, Master, I swear. I'll get better. I know you desire...more, someone of more experience. I'll keep practicing." She said determinedly.

He pressed a kiss into her hair. He hadn't admitted it, but he loved her hair. It was a curtain of warmth.

"Good girls eat their cum." Harry said mischievously. He caressed her cheek, swiping up his seed with two fingers. She opened her lips obediently, leaning back into the crook of his neck so she could meet his eyes as he fed her slowly. Despite the debauchery, despite the obscenity, Narcissa melted as she tasted him. It was the most romantic gesture she'd had in her entire life.

When he was finished feeding her, he allowed her to bathe him, his mind racing as she washed him silently in the ornate bath tub, wary of distracting him while he was thinking. Narcissa was a good start.

A very good start, he amended, as she pressed her busty tits into her back as she washed his crotch. She was powerful, she had money, she had a great house. But his magic reserves were still tiny, his power still a small fraction of what it should be like. What it was like in Tom's memories.

"Master, have I displeased you?" Narcissa asked, rubbing his feet as she soaped them. Harry smiled upon her, thinking of Lucius' foolishness. Even as a man with gay proclivities, he was a fool for not exploiting such a naturally demure and submissive one. She was a diamond in the rough.

"No, pet. I'm merely frustrated by my lack of followers. You have...pleased me, by letting me brand you, submitting to me." Harry told her, tactfully leaving out the fact he hadn't given her much of a choice in taking his brand. She beamed back at him. "But I'll need more. Many more."

"Of course." Narcissa caressed his shins, up to his thighs, finishing with a gentle, loving stroke of his flaccid cock. "Morgana couldn't solely support Merlin after all, and I am no Morgana." She hesitated. "My lord, if I may be so bold, perhaps you should look to Hogwarts? It is a famously powerful generation."

"It is?" Harry had never particularly considered the strengths of his fellow students.

She gave him a tentative smile that widened. "Yes, master. There are many girls of great powerful Houses at Hogwarts this generation. Chang, Bones, Greengrass, Zabini. Sometimes," She gave him a coy smile. "It is said that Mother Magic arranges for so many powerful girls to be born at the same time, so there are suitable relievers for her champion." She pressed a kiss to his thigh, awakening his sleeping cock. "And this is the year that girls become women, after all."

"You know, Narcissa," His voice became low, gravelly, and he pulled her towards her, the water splashing as she squealed. He kissed her demandingly, hand squeezing her thick, heart-shaped ass. "You might be right."

Harry smiled thinly as he swept out of Gringotts, surveying Diagon Alley before him instead of descending down its high steps. Lucius still lived, so it was too dangerous to enter Malfoy's vaults yet, in case he had notification spells placed inside, or more likely, a goblin that he'd paid off. Narcissa had given him a bank key, and he longed to see what was inside the large Malfoy vault, but he'd contented himself with finally seeing the Potter family vault. The Tri-Wizard Tournament contract had emancipated him, meaning he no longer had to make do with his trust funds. The Potter vault had held some interesting grimoires on magic not found even in Tom's memories, but it was the vast amounts of gold he needed more anything.

If he was going to defeat his many enemies and bring back the Potter family to the height of wizarding society, he needed power. He needed women, and lots of them. And well, what women didn't want money? Like goblins or dragons, only much sexier.

He thought of how he'd left Narcissa, dressed in only his boxers, humming happily to herself as she cooked something in the spotless kitchen, still caressing her swollen tummy as her body processed all that cum. From the reaction of her shocked house elves, he could well believe it was the first time she'd stepped foot in the kitchen, but there was nothing more new than a women in love?

He let the thought of her drop from his mind. It was fine for her to be infatuated, but he had to be single-minded. It was a Saturday, and Diagon Alley was full of busy shoppers, friends with friends, families buying Hogwarts supplies, boys pressing eager faces against the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies.

He recognised a few faces from school, but they wouldn't recognise him. Narcissa had gifted him one of Lucius' old acromantula silk robes, complete with an enchanted hood to hide his features, that the man had no doubt used on his dodgy dealings. He felt uncomfortable in the man's old clothes, but it was only temporary until his new clothes came in.

Narcissa had immediately ordered him a whole closet of clothes the moment he'd left her alone, and she'd been so happy to be useful, he didn't have the heart to tell her off. He needed new girls quickly, until he became truly whipped. A head of red hair caught his eye - one of the Weasleys?

No, it was Susan Bones, wearing a teasing, strapless white summer dress, emblazoned with a blue floral pattern, straining to constrain her more-than-considerable breasts. It ended high on her thighs, flouncing as she walked, threatening to showcase something more dangerous.

Still, she was not getting so many glances as her companion, Hannah Abbott, who was wearing a red-and-blue floral dress, that should have been more conservative than Susan's given it had shoulders and ended at her ankles, but the very wide opening for Hannah's famously huge breasts, and the side of the display that displayed Hannah's creamy legs when she walked, it ended up being more shocking.

"The girls have become women, indeed." Harry murmured to himself. The Hufflepuff Whores, as they'd been ironically nicknamed by the Hogwart's boys. Two pure and innocent girls, unbesmirched and never linked with any boy, with two of the most bodacious bodies Hogwarts had ever beheld. The two of them had caused more long showers than the Holyhead Harpies, and Harry understood why. With Tom's memories in his mind, he had a better knowledge of the finer points of female body, but at the teenage age, it was breasts that fascinated the boys of Hogwarts. And Susan and Hannah were stacked. Susan was busty, but Hannah was ridiculous. The two's friendship had been cemented as they fought off teasing comments from jealous girls and perverted boys.

Today, they wore tremulous smiles as they shopped, and Harry reminded himself that it wasn't long ago that he'd brought Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. The older boy had been an icon of Hufflepuff, a genuinely nice and popular figure. Harry would avenge him, but he felt a kernel of selfish consternation about how his death had caused him problems. Chang, Bones, Abbott - all very possible solutions that were held back with Harry's close association with Cedric's death. Rumors were still being spread that he had something to do with it.

Noone really believed that Harry had killed Cedric, but noone knew anything, which was why salacious rumours continued to spread. It was time to put a stop to it.

Harry strode confidently through the parting crowds, letting his aura do the talking. As he came up to Susan and Hannah, he dropped his hood.

"Harry?" Susan gaped.

"Hi Susan, Hannah." He gave them a confident smile. "It's good to see you."

"You look so different." Hannah gave him a once-over, reddening.

"As do you. It's a pleasure to see such beautiful girls in something other than the same old Hogwarts uniform. You two are really working those dresses."

They blushed as one, stunned by his smooth compliment. Still, they were a little wary, and Harry noted Susan's hand on Hannah's arm. A warning.

"Where's the Harry we knew gone? He was never this smooth." Hannah giggled.

"I had to grow up." He said soberly. "I hate to ruin your shopping day, I'm sure you really needed this after...what happened. But, House Potter owes The Great House of Hufflepuff an explanation for what happened to Cedric and, regardless if you two accept it, you're now the leaders of that house."

The smiles dropped from their faces. "What is it you want?" Susan said carefully.

"Voldemort has returned." Hannah flinched, Susan startled. "I know the papers are saying I'm a liar, but I have proof. I imagine the House of Bones owns a pensieve. I'd very much like to prove my words, as well as show you how Cedric was brave and honorable in his final moments."

"I-" Susan started, until Hannah pulled her away. They had a brief and quick conversation before coming back to him.

"Let's Floo back to my house." Susan started walking without looking back, and Hannah offered him an uneasy smile. He followed wordlessly as they Flooed from the Leaky Cauldron to the Bones manor, only letting out a snort of amusement as he looked upon its wonder. You couldn't describe it as a house, it was a country manor very much in the vein of the Malfoy's. Except whereby the Malfoy manor was surrounded by acres of carefully mown grass, the grounds green and grand, the Bones manor was instead surrounded by a tropical jungle. Flowers, plants, trees grew large, a colorful assault on the senses as Harry immediately began to sweat from the heat.

"This is the tropical biome." Susan explained, gesturing to a thin, almost transparent shield that covered the area. "We grow thousands of different species in our different biomes, supplying the vast majority of ingredients for potions brewed in Britain."

"Wow, that's impressive." Harry said genuinely, following her up the garden path to her stately home. Two other biomes shimmered underneath magical shields.

"Each biome has over a hundred wards or runes etched within to carefully control the temperature, moisture and magic level, so the plants can grow as best they can." Susan's tone was rehearsed, like she'd given this speech a thousand times before. Harry felt a pang of sympathy for her - since she'd lost her entire family aside from Amelia Bones in Voldemort's rise, she must have many responsibilities to keep the Bones family alive. She'd had to grow up too early, just like he had.

He could feel it in her magic, strong but insecure. Yearning. As the two girls walked in front of him, he enjoyed the sight of their behinds, their tight dresses not hiding their full figures. He flared his own magic a little, and watched their hips swing a little more. He hid his smile. Mother Magic wanted him to take them, he just knew it. But first, he'd have to play the game. It wouldn't do to be unbecoming, after all, not for a Lord.

He entered through wide open French windows, into a lovely sun-room, dappled with light that patterned the cream cushions on the wicker sofas.

"Susan!" An old woman exclaimed in surprise as she reclined on the sofa, quickly standing up, her surprising quickly replaced by her usual stern expression. "Lord Potter." She curtseyed.

"Madam Bones." He bowed deeply. "Forgive me for interrupting your weekend. House Potter thanks you for your hospitality." Thankfully, Tom had some understanding of pureblood etiquette. All those years pretending to be pureblood, Harry thought.

"House Bones is honored to receive you." Madam Bones waved him off. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Harry-" Susan paused, unsure how to explain.

"Rudely interrupted the girls' shopping trip." Harry said with an easy smile. "In all the chaos of the third task, I never got the opportunity to really tell everyone what happened. I don't want Professor Dumbledore or the Daily Prophet to tell my story for me. I know how important Cedric was to House Hufflepuff, and I asked Susan and Hannah for the opportunity to set the story straight, perhaps, if it's not to cheeky, by using your pensieve?"

Here's the carrot, Harry thought, as he saw Amelia's widening eyes. I won't need the stick. Or at least, not until I get a moment alone with Susan and Hannah.

"Of course, of course." Amelia flustered, straightening her own formless dress. "Would you mind if I joined you? Not in my official capacity, of course, but I have a lot of unanswered questions from that day."

Out of the corner of his eye, Susan bit her lip, and Hannah's smile was a little too forced. No doubt they wanted to get him alone - it wasn't everyday that Witch Weekly's number one heart-throb was at your house, after all, he thought sardonically.

"Of course not. In fact, I insist upon it. House Potter needs all the allies it can get - not in your official capacity, of course." Harry added hurriedly. It wouldn't be good to be thought of trying to butter up the Head of Law Enforcement, even though that's exactly what he was doing.

He followed her through to her office, filled with clicking and twirling trinkets, just like Dumbledores. She even had a Foe-Glass like Mad-Eye Moody's, though the foggy mirror was filled with indistinct shadows, too far away to identify. Susan was looking around interestedly too, which told him she'd not been allowed in here often.

"When you're ready, Lord Potter." Amelia gestured to the stone basin, inscribed with runes, some of which Harry was startled to realize he recognized.

"Of course. I-" He paused thoughtfully. "I offered this to the girls because I thought they needed it. But, as Susan's guardian, I feel you ought to know - these memories are harrowing. I know you remember the First Wizarding War, but-"

Amela took a breath. "If the memories are what you say, then best they learn quickly what's coming."

Susan and Hannah were scowling at being treated like children, but Harry ignored them, only nodding. He conjured the memory from his mind and pulled it into the bowl, letting it pool. The silvery liquid took form, colours bubbling into images he didn't want to recognize.

As one, they dipped their face into the bowl, and were transported, first to the maze at the third task, and then after that, to the graveyard. Harry watched silently, pensive, offering no comfort to the girls as they watched Cedric fall. He left Amelia to do that. Instead, he watched Tom, his resurrection, their duel, trying to discern the exact moment he received the man's memories. Nothing. No grimace on the man's face, no clue as to a mental connection between the two. Strange.

Harry sighed as he watched their duel. The girls gasped, awed at his prowess, but he knew the truth. He was a child being toyed with. The only reason he'd lived was due to the brother wand, and to the enormous fortune. The next time he faced Tom, he'd give him a fight worthy of the name Potter.

And then they were back in Amelia's office, somehow colder and less fantastical than mere moments before.

"Oh, Harry!" Susan and Hannah cried as one, barreling into him, wracked with sobs.

"It's okay, ladies." He stroked their back soothingly. "I'm fine, really."

"I-I-should have come to see you-" Susan croaked. "You must have been so alone." Hannah simply sniffled, his arm firmly held against her chest.

He grimaced. "I only wish I could have done more for Cedric."

Susan was speechless for a moment, stammering, turning to Hannah as if the blonde Hufflepuff could find the words she could not. "That's - what - but, you brought back his body, Harry. You risked your life just to bring back a body his parents could bury."

"You're such a hero, Harry." Hannah buried her head in his shoulder.

Harry barked a bitter laugh. "Wish you wrote for the Prophet."

"Oh!" Susan let out a distraught sigh. "Auntie, please, can't we do something?" The older Bones had been studying him, fascinated, but she cleared her throat at the question.

"Perhaps, though it is the Ministry that needs to be my first port of call. First, Harry, my niece and Hannah are quite right. Your actions were nothing short of heroic. Had I the power, I would see you awarded with an Order of Merlin. With your permission, I will share this memory with a few key colleagues, well-placed in the Ministry, and perhaps young Cedric's parents too."

"You're right." Harry bowed his head. "I should have shown this to Mr and Mrs Diggory at the first opportunity." If he was truthful, between Voldemort's memories and Narcissa's ministrations, he'd not given them any thought at all.

"Don't be silly." Amelia patted his shoulder after Susan reluctantly disattached from him. "You've been through quite enough, already. I hope the Ministry will be able to help from now, though I'm afraid Fudge is rather single-minded."

"Will you be able to arrest the Death Eaters?" Harry asked, though he already knew the answer.

Amelia scowled. "Pensieve memories don't help with evidence, unfortunately." She let out a wide blood-thirsty smile. "However, we'll be able to keep them under surveillance and undertake some surprise raids, so thank you for that."

"Don't forget about Rookwood." Harry told her.

"One of my own. A disgrace. I'll take care of him personally."

The fire in the corner of her office burned black, signalling an incoming Floo call.

"Forgive me, I need to take care of-" Amelia started.

A faceless voice interrupted her, full of panic. "Amelia! Death Eaters at Greengrass Manor! We've lost two already, send backup!"

Amelia swore. "Get out of here, all of you! I need to go."

"I'm coming with you." Harry declared, the Pensieve memory fresh in his memory. He didn't have the power or the experience to change anything then, but now? The Death Eaters would get a rude awakening.

"Potter, please." Amelia snarled, grabbing her wand. "You're brave but you're just a student."

Harry growled and grabbed his wand - with a flash of light, he'd wordlessly disarmed her and bound her in ropes. He sat her down in a conjured armchair just for show. The next moment, she was free, her mouth gaping just as much as her niece's.

"I can fight, and you need all the wands you can get."

"Alright, quickly." Amelia ordered. She saw Susan opening her mouth. "The answer is no, Susan, and that goes for you too Hannah. It's too dangerous. Wait here, get the House Elves to make some food up for when we come back. That's a Family Order, Susan." Amelia growled.

"Yes, Auntie." Susan responded immediately, a little sullenly. "Please be safe, I can't lose you too." Susan started crying. She ran out of the room.

Hannah pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek. "Don't worry about Susan, I'll take care of her."

"Ready?" Amelia asked him.

Harry flared his magic, causing the shelves to rattle, and Amelia to stand back. He let a slow smile spread across his face. "Don't you dare tell me the rules of engagement are stunners only."

Amelia shook her head, grinning, her eyes narrowing. "If you tell me we're in a war, then it's time to use wartime rules. Lord Potter, I hereby authorize you to use the Unforgivables."

"Why, Lady Bones," He gestured her into the fireplace. "That's the most attractive thing I've ever heard a woman say."

She snorted, the flames around her turning green. "You're dangerous, just like your father. I'd best warn Susan, although," She paused, her grin turning wicked. "I never regretted my experience with a Potter." She laughed at his shocked face. "Greengrass Manor!" She called, and vanished.

She shook her head. If Susan was half as fun as her Aunt...thoughts for another day.

Time to spill blood, he thought, as he stepped into the fire. Cissy's cooking would have to wait.