Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Sisters Black ❯ Chapter 17
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By: Oldwolf 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.22.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.22.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 3.1K | Status: Completed
Dedicated to my sounding board and beta reader, pghammer20607.
The next morning, Harry awakens to the scent of strawberries. He opens
his eyes and can make out a brown blur. He snuggles a little closer to
Hermione and gets a better smell of her hair before he reluctantly
disengages. He puts on his glasses and scans the room more closely than he
did the night before. There's three efficiency cots, two dressers and one
King sized bed. Harry can see one blonde still sleeping but his other
thralls are no where to be seen. He grabs his toiletries and heads for the
shower.
While Harry is in the shower, Tonks returns to the room for a quick
change of clothes.
Hermione is in her bra and knickers when the door opens to allow Tonks
to enter the room. "Hiya Tonks."
The Auror looks over to her mistress, "Wotcher Hermione."
Hermione reaches into the closest to grab her robes, accidentally
pulling her knickers tight against her bum.
Tonks can see a faint outline in Hermione's knickers as she gets her
own robes. "You still wearing that butt plug?"
Hermione blushes as she turns around, "Yeah. I wear it all the time
unless I have to use the loo."
Tonks nods her head, "Tell Harry I needed to talk to Dumbledore."
By the time Harry's cleaned up, both Cissa and Hermione are up and
about.
"Master, my sister said she wanted to get an early start and my niece
had to consult with the headmaster."
"Thank you Cissa. How will you be spending your day?"
"I'll be spending most of my day in here, going over the spell books
your parents left for you and the rest will be spent patrolling the
hallways, looking for mischief not of your doing."
Harry grins at the last bit.
Hermione soon returns from the shower and the two head for the common
room where they find the rest of the teens waiting for them.
Ron is looking particularly upbeat while Luna looks even more out of it
than normal.
Harry decides that he really doesn't want to know and the group heads
down to the Great Hall.
At breakfast, McGonagall gives the teen their schedules. All of them
except Luan and Ginny have DADA first thing. After that, Ron has CoMC and
Herbology while Harry and Hermione have Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
As they approach the door to the DADA room, Harry surreptitiously draws
his wand.
To their surprise, they find the door open and that they are the first
to arrive.
Harry's instincts go off just before they touch the door. Without a
word, Harry waves the others back. He then uses a gentle repelling charm to
push the door open. As soon as the door is open far enough for a person to
enter, a scarlet beam shoots through the doorway.
Harry leads the way as the teens enter the room, hexing up a storm as
they go. Once they are all the way in, they find Professor Snape
unconscious, apparently from the first set of curses they'd used.
Harry grabs the fallen teacher's wand while Hermione wakes up the
greasy haired man.
Snape sits up with a start to find four very angry teenagers. He looks
at them, "Normally, you would be in trouble for attacking a teacher;
however, you passed your first exam of the year with flying colors. May I
have my wand back?"
Harry gives the professor a particularly nasty glare before he tosses
the wand.
Slowly the rest of the class trickles in and are not attacked. When
the bell rings to announce the start of class, the door slams shut and Snape
says, "Welcome to NEWT preparatory Defense Against the Dark Arts. We will
be focusing heavily on actual magical combat this year. Those of you who do
not have the coordination," Snape glares at Neville, "to duel effectively,
will no doubt wish to transfer out immediately."
Harry makes a mental note to come down on Snape the first chance he
gets.
"This morning upon arrival at class, Misters Potter, Longbottom,
Weasley and Ms. Granger were beset upon by an unknown assailant. They
managed to subdue the attacker with no injury of any sort to themselves,
which is quite remarkable. Their counter attack was short and brutal, but
no more than was needed to take out the attacker. Now, under normal
circumstances that would be worthy of House Points, but given the
circumstances, they will be excused from the homework for the remainder of
the month."
Everyone is amazed by the professor's actions.
"Now, we will begin class by having several practice duels. The rules
are very simple, no lethal or regulated spells. Now, as Mr. Potter has more
dueling experience from his time as Hogwarts Champion in the Tri-Wizard
tournament, he shall have the distinguished honor of facing me in the first
duel."
Snape waves his wand and the room seems to expand, leaving a dueling
arena at the front of the class.
Snape smirks evilly as he steps up to the mark.
Harry has his wand in hand as he steps towards the other mark.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you please start the match?"
Draco is grinning from ear to ear as he walks to between the
combatants. He stands between the two and extends his arm.
Harry prepares a Shield spell while Snape sets up for an all out
barrage.
Draco brings his arm down and as he turns to jump out of the way, he
deliberately steps into Harry's line of sight, hoping to distract the young
wizard. However, his plan back fires as he catches Snape's first spell in
the back. He falls forward and his Transfiguration is complete before he
hits the ground. The class breaks up laughing at the sight of a blonde
ferret. However, Snape and Harry don't have time to be amused.
Severus launches a convoluted series of hexes that Harry barely manages
to dodge.
Harry rolls to his feet and launches a mix of Stunning and Disarming
spells.
Snape manages to shield against most of Potter's spells and dodge the
rest. He responds with a Whirlwind Charm that Harry barely manages to get
out of the way of.
Harry thinks quickly and hopes the new spell works. Harry aims his
wand and shouts, "Darwinismus Faßte!"
A burst of light shoots from Harry's wand and connects with the
surprised professor's chest.
There's a bright flash of light and when it clears, everyone breaks up
laughing. Where there once was Professor Snape now is a creature with an
odd assortment of limbs. It has one leg of a giraffe while the other is
that of a rhinoceros, it has the torso of a zebra, one arm is that of a dog
while the other is from a turtle, and it has the head of an elephant. The
thing trumpets loudly as it falls to the ground.
Harry's still laughing as he says, "Give up sir?"
Snape manages a barely perceptible nod.
Harry manages the counter spell with only minimal problems with
laughing.
Snape stands up with as much dignity as he can manage as he picks up
his wand. He then bows to Harry who returns the bow. "Mr. Potter, we will
need to speak after class concerning that spell and its appropriateness when
used against a teacher."
Harry has a smug grin on his face as he takes a seat.
Snape regards Draco for a moment before he changes him back to normal.
"Mr. Malfoy, in the future you will wish to avoid trying to influence the
outcome of duels. You are hereby penalized one month's detention for your
actions. Please step up to the mark for your duel. Hmm... I think Ms.
Granger would make for a proper opponent, if you would please Ms. Granger."
Hermione steps up to the opposite mark while Snape takes up the
position that Draco had. He brings his arm down and fades away, allowing
the match to start in earnest.
Draco is just getting his shield up as two Stunners and a Disarming
charm connect with it. Draco barely manages to dodge as all of them tear
through his shield like it doesn't even exist. He sends back a hurried
Stunner which Hermione easily blocks.
The young witch aims a spell at the ground below Draco that turns it
into a mass of vines that trips him up. While he's distracted, Hermione
quickly plans out her assault before launching four spells.
The first spell flashes brilliantly, blinding everyone in the room for
a moment. When everybody can see clearly, they start to breakout laughing
again. Draco is suspended upside-down from the ceiling, in a full bodybind
completely naked.
Snape almost shrieks, "MS. GRANGER!" The professor looks like he's
about to have a heart attack.
Hermione has a smug grin on her face as she meekly says, "Yes sir?"
"I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU KNOW THAT SPELL, BUT NEVER USE IT IN
CLASS AGAIN! AM I UNDERSTOOD?"
Hermione chuckles quietly, the smirk never leaving her face, "Yes sir."
Snape is starting to get his heart back under control as he releases
the ex-Prefect. "Go get dressed Mr. Malfoy, and remember this incident when
speaking to Ms. Granger in the future, please!"
Draco's hands are covering his minute equipment as he shuffles out of
the room.
The remainder of the class is split almost in half by those that were
in the DA and those that were not. The students who were not in the DA
routinely find themselves pitted against those that were and find themselves
coming in a poor second.
Finally, all of the students have dueled and not a single non-DA member
has triumphed over a member of the Defense Association.
Snape stands at the front of the class. "For those of you too slow to
do the math," he looks directly at some of his Slytherin's, "every victor
had one common factor. They were all part of last years illegal Defense
Association. The club will be continued this year in an official capacity
lead by Mr. Potter and overseen by our new security consultant, Auror
Nymphadora Tonks." Snape doesn't even have a chance to move as a curse
flies out of the door to the teachers' room and hits him square in the arse.
He jumps into the air with a howl of pain as Tonks walks into the classroom.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, DON'T CALL ME
NYPHADORA!"
Snape glares at his assistant. "I stand corrected."
Tonks give him a cheeky grin, "Well, you ain't sitting for a while so I
guess that'll do."
Turning back to the grinning students, "Your homework for next class is
to analyze your duel, the good and the bad. Dismissed."
The bell rings at Snape's last word.
All of the students except Harry file out, unable to stop talking about
the class. Finally, it's only Snape and Harry in the classroom.
"I take it I did something to anger you Harry?"
"Yes, I took exception to the remark to Neville."
Snape nods his head in thought, "Very well. I did not anticipate such
a strong reaction concerning your friends and I should have. I will *try*
to not insult Mr. Longbottom, but old habits are hard to break."
Harry smirks at the man, "Don't worry sir, just remember, I have an
entire bag full of tricks like the one I used today."
If at all possible Snape pales even further, "Out of curiosity, what
spell did you use?"
Harry grins, "A German spell, translates into `Darwin's Grab-bag'."
Snape's eyes go wide in comprehension of what could have gone wrong.
"If you will excuse me sir, Hermione and I will be late if I don't
leave."
"Why didn't she leave on her own?"
"Her Oath sir. We don't want to stretch things further than needed."
Snape nods his head before he Summons a small piece of parchment and a
quill. He scratches out something on the parchment before handing it to
Harry. "So you won't have break any rules to get to class."
"Thank you sir," Harry says as he leaves the room to find Hermione
waiting for him.
Hermione takes Harry's hand and leads him to a hallway not far from the
Library.
In one of the classrooms, they find half a dozen students waiting for
them and sitting at the front of the room on the top of her desk is a dark
haired woman who looks in her late twenties, wearing a black micro-
miniskirt, a v-cut shirt that would mean that any bra she was wearing would
have to be very low cut, and a pair of three inch spike heels.
She stands up as the pair enters the room. Her voice is smoother than
silk as she says, "Ah... Hermione, Harry, let me guess, Snape?"
"Yes Marissa. Harry, this is Marissa Sesso. She's the teacher."
Marissa sticks her hand out, "Pleasure to have you in class Harry. In
case Hermione hasn't briefed you, we're pretty informal in here, so few
students take the class that there's never been a problem with it."
Harry takes her hand and forces himself to focus on her face. "I'm
glad to be here. I hope I won't slow things down too bad."
Marissa laughs lightly. "Don't worry, I taught Narcissa Black. She
and Hermione should have you up to speed in no time at all."
She waves her hand at the blackboard and a set of lines appear on it.
"Today we are going to deal with something relatively simple, Old
English Runes."
Harry focuses on the runes for a moment before he starts to mouth
words.
Marissa stares at Harry hard, "Can you translate this Harry?"
Harry's voice is slightly distant as he says, "It means something along
the lines of `Welcome Stranger'."
Marissa grins madly, "It actually does mean `Many Welcomes Stranger'
but how did you know?"
"You seem to be familiar with my situation concerning Narcissa Black,
how much do you know about it?"
"Only that she and her sister now belong to you."
"The spell I used was Servus secus."
"Ah... the Sex Slave curse. It means that you can access a bit of their
abilities correct?"
"Yes it does."
"Interesting, this could get fun. I know about the spell because I've
studied a great deal of old texts trying to decipher many different runes."
Marissa waves her wand again and the rune is replaced with a different
one. "Can you translate this one Harry?"
Harry can feel the knowledge tickling the back of his brain. He starts
to go through words based on their sound. Finally, he's translated the
runes and he blushes. "I hope I'm wrong, but I come up with the
translation, `House of Love'."
Marissa looks at Harry for a moment before she turns back to the board.
She stares for a moment and closes her eyes. Her eyes snap behind her
eyelids for almost a minute before she blushes and turns to Harry. "I am so
sorry. You're right. I miss aligned one part. It was supposed to be
`Lovely house'." She waves her wand and the runes realign themselves.
"Alright, as it would appear the teacher is in more need of help than the
student, let's begin in earnest."
Cissa is in the library and can feel her master gently touching her
mind when a rather pretty Asian girl approaches her. In a timid voice, the
girl says, "Excuse me Ms. Black."
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"My name is Cho Chang and I wanted to speak to you in private if you
don't mind."
Narcissa's mind momentarily clouds with rage at the pain this harlot
had caused her master. However, before Cissa can reach for her wand, reason
reasserts itself. "Of course Ms. Chang, there's a private room right over
here." Narcissa leads the girl to a small reading room that is easily
sealed. Once their privacy is ensured, Narcissa says, "Now how can I help
you?"
"I read about the situation between you, your sister and Harry."
"Yes, we're his property and he is our owner, lord, and master."
Cho takes a steadying breath, "You probably know about what happened
last year correct?"
"I know full well that you lead him on falsely until Valentines Day and
then betrayed him for some girl named Edgecombe."
Cho almost takes a step back at the venom in the other woman's voice.
"I wasn't leading him on, honestly. I was still grieving over Cedric and I
will admit I was using Harry primarily as a connection to him." Cho looks
at Cissa with tears in her eyes, "But damn it all, I do care about Harry.
Not for the Boy-Who-Lived crap, but because he's a kind and generous man. I
want to apologize to him for all the crap I put him through last year. I
was going to do it when school started, but then I saw the article in the
Daily Prophet about you and your sister. I was hoping you would help me."
Narcissa's gaze has thawed a bit as she says, "Help you how?"
"I want to do proper penance. However, I'm afraid that he'll curse me
on sight rather than allow me to explain myself and ask for his
forgiveness."
Narcissa's mind wars with her instinctive hatred of the woman who hurt
her master. Finally she says, "I'll help you at least get heard but I can't
make any promises beyond that."
Cho looks at Narcissa and says, "You will? Thank you."
"I said I would help you, but there's a price."
"I'll do anything for the chance to have Harry hear my case."
"Very well, the first part of the fee is that you will take one hundred
swats on your naked bum."
"You mean as in a spanking?"
"Indeed I do. You will also have to be completely naked," Cissa says,
knowing that if there is any doubt in the girls mind, this should stop her
cold.
Cho's hands are shaking as she reaches up and undoes her robe. She
takes off her robe and lays it across the desk. She pulls her shirt off,
revealing her silk clad breasts. She turns around, presenting her luscious
arse to Cissa as she bends over and takes off her shoes and socks. She
undoes her trousers and once more bends at the hips as she takes them off.
Narcissa licks her lips as Cho slowly peels off her silk panties, revealing
a tight bum. Cho turns around and Cissa can see Cho's shaven snatch. Cho
reaches up and undoes the front clasp on her bra before laying it on the
desk. "I'm ready for my spanking."
Narcissa licks her lips, "Lay across my lap please."
Cho hesitantly lies down, instinctively expecting to get poked in the
stomach.
Cissa rubs Cho's rump for a second, and thinks to herself that she
could bounce a Knut off of the bitch's behind. She brings her hand back and
delivers a very strong swat to Cho's bum.
Cho's cunt starts to wet at the sting of the first swat. She can hear
the air being displaced moments before the other arsecheek explodes in pain.
She starts to rub her thighs together as she starts up the familiar path.
Narcissa watches in amazement as the young witch shudders in orgasm
after receiving thirty-five swats.
Cho's arse is on fire as Narcissa brings down the eightieth blow. She
bites her lip to crying out as she comes for the second time.
Finally Narcissa counts one hundred blows to Cho's bum. As the younger
witch stands up, Narcissa takes a moment to dry the wet spot on her robe.
She locks eyes with the young witch and reaches out to gently touch her
mind. What she finds surprises Narcissa and the possibilities for her
master excite her.
Cho just stands in front of Cissa; she doesn't even rub her behind.
Narcissa stands up and takes off her robe, to reveal the altered French maid
outfit. Cissa pulls the mini-skirt up to reveal her own shaven pussy before
sitting down. "The second half of the fee is that you must eat me out."
Cho hesitantly drops to her knees in front of Narcissa. The smell of
an aroused woman is almost over powering as Cho leans in. She closes her
eyes and tries to remember what felt good when Cedric went down on her.
Narcissa gasps in surprise as she feels a fingertip push gently into
her folds. She almost sees stars when Cho locks her lips around Cissa's
clit and bite down very gently.
Cho starts to bob her head up and down just like she did when she went
down on Cedric. She brings her other hand up and hopes the books her
parents were hiding from her work. She places her thumb two centimeters
above Cissa's clit and gently rubs.
Narcissa screams wordlessly as she comes with almost volcanic force.
Cho licks up the liquid shooting into her mouth and to her surprise
finds it fairly pleasant tasting.
Finally, Cissa comes down from her orgasmic bliss. She looks down at
the kneeling girl. "Get dressed. I'll let you know when the time is right.
I hope you know what you're doing."
Cho quickly gets dressed, cleans up her face, and gets back to class.
Back in Ancient Runes, Harry's distracted for several minutes before he
can bring his Occulmency training to bear.
Finally, class is dismissed, with almost no homework assigned to
anyone. As they walk to lunch, Hermione explains that Marissa rarely
assigns homework. At lunch, the six eat at the Gryffindor table and compare
notes.
Cho watches Harry, guiltily aware of what she had done with Narcissa.
Finally, it's time for the groups to split up once more. Amazingly, it
would appear that Luna and Ginny share the same schedule.
Hermione leads Harry down the same corridor as the one that Ancient
Runes is in. However, they go past that classroom to the next door. Inside
there's only four other students and a blonde lady in her thirties in a
tight black leather skirt and a semi-loose top. She says, "Ah... Hermione
good to see you back and the infamous Harry Potter. Marissa and I talked
over lunch and explained that connection of yours, I look forward to great
things from you."
"Elaine, how good to see you. Did you enjoy your trip to France?"
"Indeed I did. But that's for another time. For now, we must make
like beavers and get to work. Mr. Potter, do you have any practical
questions?"
"Perhaps, I've always been more prone to application than theory. So
my question would be, how is it that some spells can be blocked, shielded,
or warded and others can't?"
Elaine grins, "Right to the heart of the matter, just as I expected
from you Mr. Potter. You are a man of action, but you can at least admit to
it. Now it all comes down to power. However much we might not like to
admit it, whether or not a spell can be defended against is based on power."
She then begins lecturing in earnest.
By the time the class is finished for the day, Harry feels like his
head is about to explode from too much information. He and Hermione drop
their books off in their rooms, meeting up with the others and the group
walks down to dinner.
Bellatrix watches her last class file out with a sigh of relief.
Without a backwards glance, she leaves and seals the room before heading to
her master's bedroom.
Narcissa finishes her last walk around the library, looking for
stragglers. She can feel a small draw to her master's rooms. In the
bedroom, she finds her sister simply staring out the window. Cissa walks
over to the other woman and lays a gentle hand on her shoulder, "What's
wrong sis?"
Bella's voice is oddly dispassionate, "Nothing Cissy."
"Don't feed me that line Trixie, now give," comes the reply as Cissa
steps to the side of her sisters and puts an arm around her shoulder.
The raven haired woman sighs desperately, "I was just thinking about
the next public scene."
"You know if you asked our master, he would exclude you."
Bella leans her head down and places it on Cissa's shoulder, "I know,
but that wouldn't be fair to you."
"Why don't you spell out the problem for me and make sure we're on the
same page."
Bella closes her eyes for a moment. "You know I don't mind the pain,
the humiliation, or the degrading when it's just us and our master. When
it's out in public however, it makes me ill. The same things I enjoy when
it is just our master, his mistress, and we thralls disgusts me if there's
anyone else."
Narcissa nods her head, "And what are you going to do?"
Bella sighs as she straightens up, "I'm going to do what I must. If I
bow out that would leave only you to take the humiliation and I won't turn
my back on family. I just hope our master doesn't develop a taste for
this."
Cissa smiles, "I've heard a great deal about our master from my son
over the years. I truly doubt that he will develop a taste for these, in
fact, I suspect he is even more repulsed than you are."
Harry's mind is uneasy as he eats, finally he says, "I'm heading up to
our rooms."
All the teens nod and Hermione says, "You mind if I stick around here
for a bit Harry?"
"Not at all, but if you start to get dizzy, grab somebody and head for
the room fast."
Hermione nods her head and resumes her talk with Ginny.
Harry curses his memory as he heads to his room, hoping to find Bella.
Bella meets her master in the common room, "You were looking for me
master?"
Harry sits down and Bella kneels at his feet, "Yes I was. I have
talked to Neville about you making amends for what you did to his parents."
Bella swallows, "Master, I don't mean to sound impudent, but I must
ask. Are you going to do this with everyone I injured before I became your
property?"
Harry smashes his first, rather violent, reaction and says, "No. I
just don't want there to be any friction between my friends."
Bella nods before she leans down and gently kisses each of Harry's
feet, "As you will master. How shall I do my penance?"
"That is for them to decide. Ginny and Neville will be deciding your
punishment. We will work out the exact details when the first Hogsmead
weekend is announced, but this is one little added bit. If they come to you
seeking help in ways to punish you, you will aid them in what ever way you
can. This includes, but is not limited to, teaching them spells to use,
suggesting scenes that they might wish to play out, or producing items for
them to use. In short, you are to aid them as you would aid me in planning
and eventually executing your punishment. Am I clear?"
With Harry's last words, Bella knows that she can not refuse or
sandbag, "I understand master."
"Thank you Bella. I know you don't like it, but I believe it to be for
the best."
Bella nods and stands up as they hear voices enter the room.
The other teens appear and all of them, even Ron, break out their
homework and get to work.
Later that night, Mione is sleeping on one of the cots while Bella and
Cissa snuggle up with a naked Harry. She looks over to the next bed where
Tonks is sleeping peacefully. As she watches the sleeping Auror, Hermione's
mind slips back to the talk they had at #12.
***
"What's with the Mistress thing?"
Tonks swallows nervously, knowing she's stepped in it. "Um, can we
talk about this later?"
Hermione scowls at Tonks, "No. Whenever you are this evasive, I know
there's something I need to know."
Tonks sighs, "You know about the spell Harry used on me right?"
"A bit, though I haven't gotten around to going over that book with a
fine tooth comb yet."
"Well, one of the side effects is a minor telepathic bond between
master and slaves."
"Hmm... That would help to explain how you managed to know what Harry
was thinking that night in the bar. But I'm still missing the relevance."
"Hermione, what is the female version of `master'?"
"I know, it's `mistress' that's why I asked in the first place."
"Hermione, my master has deep feelings about you. I do honestly
believe that someday, if you demonstrate a willingness, he will ask you to
be his wife. So deep are his feelings for you that anything we do to please
you, pleases him."
Hermione looks at Tonks dumbstruck. "I can't believe it. Why would he
care about me?"
Tonks smiles, "Like you said at your initiation, you have always looked
out for him, even if it meant doing something that angered him or breaking
rules. He appreciates loyalty like that girl, don't ever break that."
***
Hermione looks over to where Harry's sleeping and thinks, "I will never
break your trust Harry, master."
A/N: Until next time.
The next morning, Harry awakens to the scent of strawberries. He opens
his eyes and can make out a brown blur. He snuggles a little closer to
Hermione and gets a better smell of her hair before he reluctantly
disengages. He puts on his glasses and scans the room more closely than he
did the night before. There's three efficiency cots, two dressers and one
King sized bed. Harry can see one blonde still sleeping but his other
thralls are no where to be seen. He grabs his toiletries and heads for the
shower.
While Harry is in the shower, Tonks returns to the room for a quick
change of clothes.
Hermione is in her bra and knickers when the door opens to allow Tonks
to enter the room. "Hiya Tonks."
The Auror looks over to her mistress, "Wotcher Hermione."
Hermione reaches into the closest to grab her robes, accidentally
pulling her knickers tight against her bum.
Tonks can see a faint outline in Hermione's knickers as she gets her
own robes. "You still wearing that butt plug?"
Hermione blushes as she turns around, "Yeah. I wear it all the time
unless I have to use the loo."
Tonks nods her head, "Tell Harry I needed to talk to Dumbledore."
By the time Harry's cleaned up, both Cissa and Hermione are up and
about.
"Master, my sister said she wanted to get an early start and my niece
had to consult with the headmaster."
"Thank you Cissa. How will you be spending your day?"
"I'll be spending most of my day in here, going over the spell books
your parents left for you and the rest will be spent patrolling the
hallways, looking for mischief not of your doing."
Harry grins at the last bit.
Hermione soon returns from the shower and the two head for the common
room where they find the rest of the teens waiting for them.
Ron is looking particularly upbeat while Luna looks even more out of it
than normal.
Harry decides that he really doesn't want to know and the group heads
down to the Great Hall.
At breakfast, McGonagall gives the teen their schedules. All of them
except Luan and Ginny have DADA first thing. After that, Ron has CoMC and
Herbology while Harry and Hermione have Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
As they approach the door to the DADA room, Harry surreptitiously draws
his wand.
To their surprise, they find the door open and that they are the first
to arrive.
Harry's instincts go off just before they touch the door. Without a
word, Harry waves the others back. He then uses a gentle repelling charm to
push the door open. As soon as the door is open far enough for a person to
enter, a scarlet beam shoots through the doorway.
Harry leads the way as the teens enter the room, hexing up a storm as
they go. Once they are all the way in, they find Professor Snape
unconscious, apparently from the first set of curses they'd used.
Harry grabs the fallen teacher's wand while Hermione wakes up the
greasy haired man.
Snape sits up with a start to find four very angry teenagers. He looks
at them, "Normally, you would be in trouble for attacking a teacher;
however, you passed your first exam of the year with flying colors. May I
have my wand back?"
Harry gives the professor a particularly nasty glare before he tosses
the wand.
Slowly the rest of the class trickles in and are not attacked. When
the bell rings to announce the start of class, the door slams shut and Snape
says, "Welcome to NEWT preparatory Defense Against the Dark Arts. We will
be focusing heavily on actual magical combat this year. Those of you who do
not have the coordination," Snape glares at Neville, "to duel effectively,
will no doubt wish to transfer out immediately."
Harry makes a mental note to come down on Snape the first chance he
gets.
"This morning upon arrival at class, Misters Potter, Longbottom,
Weasley and Ms. Granger were beset upon by an unknown assailant. They
managed to subdue the attacker with no injury of any sort to themselves,
which is quite remarkable. Their counter attack was short and brutal, but
no more than was needed to take out the attacker. Now, under normal
circumstances that would be worthy of House Points, but given the
circumstances, they will be excused from the homework for the remainder of
the month."
Everyone is amazed by the professor's actions.
"Now, we will begin class by having several practice duels. The rules
are very simple, no lethal or regulated spells. Now, as Mr. Potter has more
dueling experience from his time as Hogwarts Champion in the Tri-Wizard
tournament, he shall have the distinguished honor of facing me in the first
duel."
Snape waves his wand and the room seems to expand, leaving a dueling
arena at the front of the class.
Snape smirks evilly as he steps up to the mark.
Harry has his wand in hand as he steps towards the other mark.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you please start the match?"
Draco is grinning from ear to ear as he walks to between the
combatants. He stands between the two and extends his arm.
Harry prepares a Shield spell while Snape sets up for an all out
barrage.
Draco brings his arm down and as he turns to jump out of the way, he
deliberately steps into Harry's line of sight, hoping to distract the young
wizard. However, his plan back fires as he catches Snape's first spell in
the back. He falls forward and his Transfiguration is complete before he
hits the ground. The class breaks up laughing at the sight of a blonde
ferret. However, Snape and Harry don't have time to be amused.
Severus launches a convoluted series of hexes that Harry barely manages
to dodge.
Harry rolls to his feet and launches a mix of Stunning and Disarming
spells.
Snape manages to shield against most of Potter's spells and dodge the
rest. He responds with a Whirlwind Charm that Harry barely manages to get
out of the way of.
Harry thinks quickly and hopes the new spell works. Harry aims his
wand and shouts, "Darwinismus Faßte!"
A burst of light shoots from Harry's wand and connects with the
surprised professor's chest.
There's a bright flash of light and when it clears, everyone breaks up
laughing. Where there once was Professor Snape now is a creature with an
odd assortment of limbs. It has one leg of a giraffe while the other is
that of a rhinoceros, it has the torso of a zebra, one arm is that of a dog
while the other is from a turtle, and it has the head of an elephant. The
thing trumpets loudly as it falls to the ground.
Harry's still laughing as he says, "Give up sir?"
Snape manages a barely perceptible nod.
Harry manages the counter spell with only minimal problems with
laughing.
Snape stands up with as much dignity as he can manage as he picks up
his wand. He then bows to Harry who returns the bow. "Mr. Potter, we will
need to speak after class concerning that spell and its appropriateness when
used against a teacher."
Harry has a smug grin on his face as he takes a seat.
Snape regards Draco for a moment before he changes him back to normal.
"Mr. Malfoy, in the future you will wish to avoid trying to influence the
outcome of duels. You are hereby penalized one month's detention for your
actions. Please step up to the mark for your duel. Hmm... I think Ms.
Granger would make for a proper opponent, if you would please Ms. Granger."
Hermione steps up to the opposite mark while Snape takes up the
position that Draco had. He brings his arm down and fades away, allowing
the match to start in earnest.
Draco is just getting his shield up as two Stunners and a Disarming
charm connect with it. Draco barely manages to dodge as all of them tear
through his shield like it doesn't even exist. He sends back a hurried
Stunner which Hermione easily blocks.
The young witch aims a spell at the ground below Draco that turns it
into a mass of vines that trips him up. While he's distracted, Hermione
quickly plans out her assault before launching four spells.
The first spell flashes brilliantly, blinding everyone in the room for
a moment. When everybody can see clearly, they start to breakout laughing
again. Draco is suspended upside-down from the ceiling, in a full bodybind
completely naked.
Snape almost shrieks, "MS. GRANGER!" The professor looks like he's
about to have a heart attack.
Hermione has a smug grin on her face as she meekly says, "Yes sir?"
"I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU KNOW THAT SPELL, BUT NEVER USE IT IN
CLASS AGAIN! AM I UNDERSTOOD?"
Hermione chuckles quietly, the smirk never leaving her face, "Yes sir."
Snape is starting to get his heart back under control as he releases
the ex-Prefect. "Go get dressed Mr. Malfoy, and remember this incident when
speaking to Ms. Granger in the future, please!"
Draco's hands are covering his minute equipment as he shuffles out of
the room.
The remainder of the class is split almost in half by those that were
in the DA and those that were not. The students who were not in the DA
routinely find themselves pitted against those that were and find themselves
coming in a poor second.
Finally, all of the students have dueled and not a single non-DA member
has triumphed over a member of the Defense Association.
Snape stands at the front of the class. "For those of you too slow to
do the math," he looks directly at some of his Slytherin's, "every victor
had one common factor. They were all part of last years illegal Defense
Association. The club will be continued this year in an official capacity
lead by Mr. Potter and overseen by our new security consultant, Auror
Nymphadora Tonks." Snape doesn't even have a chance to move as a curse
flies out of the door to the teachers' room and hits him square in the arse.
He jumps into the air with a howl of pain as Tonks walks into the classroom.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, DON'T CALL ME
NYPHADORA!"
Snape glares at his assistant. "I stand corrected."
Tonks give him a cheeky grin, "Well, you ain't sitting for a while so I
guess that'll do."
Turning back to the grinning students, "Your homework for next class is
to analyze your duel, the good and the bad. Dismissed."
The bell rings at Snape's last word.
All of the students except Harry file out, unable to stop talking about
the class. Finally, it's only Snape and Harry in the classroom.
"I take it I did something to anger you Harry?"
"Yes, I took exception to the remark to Neville."
Snape nods his head in thought, "Very well. I did not anticipate such
a strong reaction concerning your friends and I should have. I will *try*
to not insult Mr. Longbottom, but old habits are hard to break."
Harry smirks at the man, "Don't worry sir, just remember, I have an
entire bag full of tricks like the one I used today."
If at all possible Snape pales even further, "Out of curiosity, what
spell did you use?"
Harry grins, "A German spell, translates into `Darwin's Grab-bag'."
Snape's eyes go wide in comprehension of what could have gone wrong.
"If you will excuse me sir, Hermione and I will be late if I don't
leave."
"Why didn't she leave on her own?"
"Her Oath sir. We don't want to stretch things further than needed."
Snape nods his head before he Summons a small piece of parchment and a
quill. He scratches out something on the parchment before handing it to
Harry. "So you won't have break any rules to get to class."
"Thank you sir," Harry says as he leaves the room to find Hermione
waiting for him.
Hermione takes Harry's hand and leads him to a hallway not far from the
Library.
In one of the classrooms, they find half a dozen students waiting for
them and sitting at the front of the room on the top of her desk is a dark
haired woman who looks in her late twenties, wearing a black micro-
miniskirt, a v-cut shirt that would mean that any bra she was wearing would
have to be very low cut, and a pair of three inch spike heels.
She stands up as the pair enters the room. Her voice is smoother than
silk as she says, "Ah... Hermione, Harry, let me guess, Snape?"
"Yes Marissa. Harry, this is Marissa Sesso. She's the teacher."
Marissa sticks her hand out, "Pleasure to have you in class Harry. In
case Hermione hasn't briefed you, we're pretty informal in here, so few
students take the class that there's never been a problem with it."
Harry takes her hand and forces himself to focus on her face. "I'm
glad to be here. I hope I won't slow things down too bad."
Marissa laughs lightly. "Don't worry, I taught Narcissa Black. She
and Hermione should have you up to speed in no time at all."
She waves her hand at the blackboard and a set of lines appear on it.
"Today we are going to deal with something relatively simple, Old
English Runes."
Harry focuses on the runes for a moment before he starts to mouth
words.
Marissa stares at Harry hard, "Can you translate this Harry?"
Harry's voice is slightly distant as he says, "It means something along
the lines of `Welcome Stranger'."
Marissa grins madly, "It actually does mean `Many Welcomes Stranger'
but how did you know?"
"You seem to be familiar with my situation concerning Narcissa Black,
how much do you know about it?"
"Only that she and her sister now belong to you."
"The spell I used was Servus secus."
"Ah... the Sex Slave curse. It means that you can access a bit of their
abilities correct?"
"Yes it does."
"Interesting, this could get fun. I know about the spell because I've
studied a great deal of old texts trying to decipher many different runes."
Marissa waves her wand again and the rune is replaced with a different
one. "Can you translate this one Harry?"
Harry can feel the knowledge tickling the back of his brain. He starts
to go through words based on their sound. Finally, he's translated the
runes and he blushes. "I hope I'm wrong, but I come up with the
translation, `House of Love'."
Marissa looks at Harry for a moment before she turns back to the board.
She stares for a moment and closes her eyes. Her eyes snap behind her
eyelids for almost a minute before she blushes and turns to Harry. "I am so
sorry. You're right. I miss aligned one part. It was supposed to be
`Lovely house'." She waves her wand and the runes realign themselves.
"Alright, as it would appear the teacher is in more need of help than the
student, let's begin in earnest."
Cissa is in the library and can feel her master gently touching her
mind when a rather pretty Asian girl approaches her. In a timid voice, the
girl says, "Excuse me Ms. Black."
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"My name is Cho Chang and I wanted to speak to you in private if you
don't mind."
Narcissa's mind momentarily clouds with rage at the pain this harlot
had caused her master. However, before Cissa can reach for her wand, reason
reasserts itself. "Of course Ms. Chang, there's a private room right over
here." Narcissa leads the girl to a small reading room that is easily
sealed. Once their privacy is ensured, Narcissa says, "Now how can I help
you?"
"I read about the situation between you, your sister and Harry."
"Yes, we're his property and he is our owner, lord, and master."
Cho takes a steadying breath, "You probably know about what happened
last year correct?"
"I know full well that you lead him on falsely until Valentines Day and
then betrayed him for some girl named Edgecombe."
Cho almost takes a step back at the venom in the other woman's voice.
"I wasn't leading him on, honestly. I was still grieving over Cedric and I
will admit I was using Harry primarily as a connection to him." Cho looks
at Cissa with tears in her eyes, "But damn it all, I do care about Harry.
Not for the Boy-Who-Lived crap, but because he's a kind and generous man. I
want to apologize to him for all the crap I put him through last year. I
was going to do it when school started, but then I saw the article in the
Daily Prophet about you and your sister. I was hoping you would help me."
Narcissa's gaze has thawed a bit as she says, "Help you how?"
"I want to do proper penance. However, I'm afraid that he'll curse me
on sight rather than allow me to explain myself and ask for his
forgiveness."
Narcissa's mind wars with her instinctive hatred of the woman who hurt
her master. Finally she says, "I'll help you at least get heard but I can't
make any promises beyond that."
Cho looks at Narcissa and says, "You will? Thank you."
"I said I would help you, but there's a price."
"I'll do anything for the chance to have Harry hear my case."
"Very well, the first part of the fee is that you will take one hundred
swats on your naked bum."
"You mean as in a spanking?"
"Indeed I do. You will also have to be completely naked," Cissa says,
knowing that if there is any doubt in the girls mind, this should stop her
cold.
Cho's hands are shaking as she reaches up and undoes her robe. She
takes off her robe and lays it across the desk. She pulls her shirt off,
revealing her silk clad breasts. She turns around, presenting her luscious
arse to Cissa as she bends over and takes off her shoes and socks. She
undoes her trousers and once more bends at the hips as she takes them off.
Narcissa licks her lips as Cho slowly peels off her silk panties, revealing
a tight bum. Cho turns around and Cissa can see Cho's shaven snatch. Cho
reaches up and undoes the front clasp on her bra before laying it on the
desk. "I'm ready for my spanking."
Narcissa licks her lips, "Lay across my lap please."
Cho hesitantly lies down, instinctively expecting to get poked in the
stomach.
Cissa rubs Cho's rump for a second, and thinks to herself that she
could bounce a Knut off of the bitch's behind. She brings her hand back and
delivers a very strong swat to Cho's bum.
Cho's cunt starts to wet at the sting of the first swat. She can hear
the air being displaced moments before the other arsecheek explodes in pain.
She starts to rub her thighs together as she starts up the familiar path.
Narcissa watches in amazement as the young witch shudders in orgasm
after receiving thirty-five swats.
Cho's arse is on fire as Narcissa brings down the eightieth blow. She
bites her lip to crying out as she comes for the second time.
Finally Narcissa counts one hundred blows to Cho's bum. As the younger
witch stands up, Narcissa takes a moment to dry the wet spot on her robe.
She locks eyes with the young witch and reaches out to gently touch her
mind. What she finds surprises Narcissa and the possibilities for her
master excite her.
Cho just stands in front of Cissa; she doesn't even rub her behind.
Narcissa stands up and takes off her robe, to reveal the altered French maid
outfit. Cissa pulls the mini-skirt up to reveal her own shaven pussy before
sitting down. "The second half of the fee is that you must eat me out."
Cho hesitantly drops to her knees in front of Narcissa. The smell of
an aroused woman is almost over powering as Cho leans in. She closes her
eyes and tries to remember what felt good when Cedric went down on her.
Narcissa gasps in surprise as she feels a fingertip push gently into
her folds. She almost sees stars when Cho locks her lips around Cissa's
clit and bite down very gently.
Cho starts to bob her head up and down just like she did when she went
down on Cedric. She brings her other hand up and hopes the books her
parents were hiding from her work. She places her thumb two centimeters
above Cissa's clit and gently rubs.
Narcissa screams wordlessly as she comes with almost volcanic force.
Cho licks up the liquid shooting into her mouth and to her surprise
finds it fairly pleasant tasting.
Finally, Cissa comes down from her orgasmic bliss. She looks down at
the kneeling girl. "Get dressed. I'll let you know when the time is right.
I hope you know what you're doing."
Cho quickly gets dressed, cleans up her face, and gets back to class.
Back in Ancient Runes, Harry's distracted for several minutes before he
can bring his Occulmency training to bear.
Finally, class is dismissed, with almost no homework assigned to
anyone. As they walk to lunch, Hermione explains that Marissa rarely
assigns homework. At lunch, the six eat at the Gryffindor table and compare
notes.
Cho watches Harry, guiltily aware of what she had done with Narcissa.
Finally, it's time for the groups to split up once more. Amazingly, it
would appear that Luna and Ginny share the same schedule.
Hermione leads Harry down the same corridor as the one that Ancient
Runes is in. However, they go past that classroom to the next door. Inside
there's only four other students and a blonde lady in her thirties in a
tight black leather skirt and a semi-loose top. She says, "Ah... Hermione
good to see you back and the infamous Harry Potter. Marissa and I talked
over lunch and explained that connection of yours, I look forward to great
things from you."
"Elaine, how good to see you. Did you enjoy your trip to France?"
"Indeed I did. But that's for another time. For now, we must make
like beavers and get to work. Mr. Potter, do you have any practical
questions?"
"Perhaps, I've always been more prone to application than theory. So
my question would be, how is it that some spells can be blocked, shielded,
or warded and others can't?"
Elaine grins, "Right to the heart of the matter, just as I expected
from you Mr. Potter. You are a man of action, but you can at least admit to
it. Now it all comes down to power. However much we might not like to
admit it, whether or not a spell can be defended against is based on power."
She then begins lecturing in earnest.
By the time the class is finished for the day, Harry feels like his
head is about to explode from too much information. He and Hermione drop
their books off in their rooms, meeting up with the others and the group
walks down to dinner.
Bellatrix watches her last class file out with a sigh of relief.
Without a backwards glance, she leaves and seals the room before heading to
her master's bedroom.
Narcissa finishes her last walk around the library, looking for
stragglers. She can feel a small draw to her master's rooms. In the
bedroom, she finds her sister simply staring out the window. Cissa walks
over to the other woman and lays a gentle hand on her shoulder, "What's
wrong sis?"
Bella's voice is oddly dispassionate, "Nothing Cissy."
"Don't feed me that line Trixie, now give," comes the reply as Cissa
steps to the side of her sisters and puts an arm around her shoulder.
The raven haired woman sighs desperately, "I was just thinking about
the next public scene."
"You know if you asked our master, he would exclude you."
Bella leans her head down and places it on Cissa's shoulder, "I know,
but that wouldn't be fair to you."
"Why don't you spell out the problem for me and make sure we're on the
same page."
Bella closes her eyes for a moment. "You know I don't mind the pain,
the humiliation, or the degrading when it's just us and our master. When
it's out in public however, it makes me ill. The same things I enjoy when
it is just our master, his mistress, and we thralls disgusts me if there's
anyone else."
Narcissa nods her head, "And what are you going to do?"
Bella sighs as she straightens up, "I'm going to do what I must. If I
bow out that would leave only you to take the humiliation and I won't turn
my back on family. I just hope our master doesn't develop a taste for
this."
Cissa smiles, "I've heard a great deal about our master from my son
over the years. I truly doubt that he will develop a taste for these, in
fact, I suspect he is even more repulsed than you are."
Harry's mind is uneasy as he eats, finally he says, "I'm heading up to
our rooms."
All the teens nod and Hermione says, "You mind if I stick around here
for a bit Harry?"
"Not at all, but if you start to get dizzy, grab somebody and head for
the room fast."
Hermione nods her head and resumes her talk with Ginny.
Harry curses his memory as he heads to his room, hoping to find Bella.
Bella meets her master in the common room, "You were looking for me
master?"
Harry sits down and Bella kneels at his feet, "Yes I was. I have
talked to Neville about you making amends for what you did to his parents."
Bella swallows, "Master, I don't mean to sound impudent, but I must
ask. Are you going to do this with everyone I injured before I became your
property?"
Harry smashes his first, rather violent, reaction and says, "No. I
just don't want there to be any friction between my friends."
Bella nods before she leans down and gently kisses each of Harry's
feet, "As you will master. How shall I do my penance?"
"That is for them to decide. Ginny and Neville will be deciding your
punishment. We will work out the exact details when the first Hogsmead
weekend is announced, but this is one little added bit. If they come to you
seeking help in ways to punish you, you will aid them in what ever way you
can. This includes, but is not limited to, teaching them spells to use,
suggesting scenes that they might wish to play out, or producing items for
them to use. In short, you are to aid them as you would aid me in planning
and eventually executing your punishment. Am I clear?"
With Harry's last words, Bella knows that she can not refuse or
sandbag, "I understand master."
"Thank you Bella. I know you don't like it, but I believe it to be for
the best."
Bella nods and stands up as they hear voices enter the room.
The other teens appear and all of them, even Ron, break out their
homework and get to work.
Later that night, Mione is sleeping on one of the cots while Bella and
Cissa snuggle up with a naked Harry. She looks over to the next bed where
Tonks is sleeping peacefully. As she watches the sleeping Auror, Hermione's
mind slips back to the talk they had at #12.
***
"What's with the Mistress thing?"
Tonks swallows nervously, knowing she's stepped in it. "Um, can we
talk about this later?"
Hermione scowls at Tonks, "No. Whenever you are this evasive, I know
there's something I need to know."
Tonks sighs, "You know about the spell Harry used on me right?"
"A bit, though I haven't gotten around to going over that book with a
fine tooth comb yet."
"Well, one of the side effects is a minor telepathic bond between
master and slaves."
"Hmm... That would help to explain how you managed to know what Harry
was thinking that night in the bar. But I'm still missing the relevance."
"Hermione, what is the female version of `master'?"
"I know, it's `mistress' that's why I asked in the first place."
"Hermione, my master has deep feelings about you. I do honestly
believe that someday, if you demonstrate a willingness, he will ask you to
be his wife. So deep are his feelings for you that anything we do to please
you, pleases him."
Hermione looks at Tonks dumbstruck. "I can't believe it. Why would he
care about me?"
Tonks smiles, "Like you said at your initiation, you have always looked
out for him, even if it meant doing something that angered him or breaking
rules. He appreciates loyalty like that girl, don't ever break that."
***
Hermione looks over to where Harry's sleeping and thinks, "I will never
break your trust Harry, master."
A/N: Until next time.