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Bonds of Servitude Ch. 8
🕑 Added 2023-09-01 16:58:54 +0000 UTCGreengrass Manor was missing a little something.
That was Narcissa's first impression. Sure, all the white marble, accentuated with tasteful floral highlights like the vines by the window and the well-manicured plants were fine, but where was the oomph? Where was the sixty-thousand galleon statue that clashed with the decoration? The fancy Italian couch that didn't match the fancy French one, or the Tunisian table.
The Greengrasses were boring, or atleast Anastasia Greengrass was in Narcissa's estimation. The woman went to auctions and barely bought anything, no matter how shiny and gaudy it was!
Narcissa re-centered her thoughts. She was here on business. Bizzare business, but business nonetheless.
"Lady Malfoy." Andronicus acknowledged with a light bow which his wife mimicked.
"Lord Greengrass." She curtsied as well.
"My condolences, it was a tragedy, what happened to Lord Malfoy."
Narcissa had to give it to Andronicus, he almost sounded like he was genuinely saddened by Lucius' death. But she only had to look at the Greengrasse's smiles to know that they would throw a party if they could.
Not that Narcissa blamed them. Lucius had been liked by few, even amongst his allies. There were definitely a lot of people breathing easier now that he was gone, especially since they figured they could go to Narcissa now and get a better deal.
Narcissa would be giving these families a better deal, but she was also bringing forth a new agenda. Not Dumbledore's agenda, but definitely one that was much more progressive than what Lucius had been after.
Many of these dark families would balk at the direction she wanted to go in, but in the end, money talks and bullshit walks.
"Thank you, Lord Greengrass, I am in mourning, but I try to uphold my duty to the House of Malfoy to the best of my abilities."
The Greengrasses nodded and, formalities dispensed with, took on a more casual air.
"Now, Narcissa, have you considered my offer?"
Narcissa took a bite out of one of the biscuits laid out in front of her as she measured her words. "I have, and I have to say, it is quite an unorthodox offer."
Andronicus shrugged. "This entire situation is unorthodox, is it not?"
Narcissa nodded. "It is. Still, would Daphne be agreeable to such an arrangement?"
Andronicus and Anastasia laughed in unison. "Narcissa," The Lady Greengrass spoke. "Daphne was the one who owled us, begging for us to find a way for her to join your house."
"Oh." Narcissa put a hand to her mouth. She should have known. She knew that Daphne and Pansy were also involved with Harry, but it seemed that the young Greengrass heiress was in a bit deeper than she had thought.
"So, what do you think? You must admit, House Greengrass offers a very stable revenue stream, and through marriage, you gain access to our ancestral secrets of herbology. Those have always been very coveted."
Narcissa smiled. Andronicus wasn't exactly polishing a turd, but he was definitely trying to sell her on a House that wasn't as strong as they made it out to be. The Greengrasses were rich, but there were richer families. They did have family magic related to herbology, which Darcia would unlock upon marrying Daphne, but the Longbottoms had a much more prestigious herbology pedigree, as well as being a greater house in general.
But, Narcissa knew one thing. The Greengrasses were loyal to a fault, they did not have ambitions of reaching above their station, and most importantly, this would be the perfect marriage when one considered Harry.
Well, if the word got out there would be other families with of age daughters who would jump at the chance to marry into the Malfoys. But of those, the Greengrasses were definitely the most lucrative of the bunch. Well, outside of Bones, but Narcissa knew Amelia Bones would balk at any union with the Malfoys. At least until Narcissa was able to establish their change in direction.
No, this truly was the best offer. It would ensure there wouldn't be a man wedged in between Darcia and Harry. And at a more human level, if Daphne really was that desperate to be with Harry, then Narcissa would do anything she could to make that girl happy. Anyone who cared for Harry's well being was a friend, and they deserved to be taken care of.
"Have you drawn up a contract?"
Andronicus and Anastasia's eyes lit up as the husband tripped over himself to produce a draft, which Narcissa began to look over. As she read, noting small changes she would make here and there, she wondered how Darcia would react when she found out.
...
“Nymphadora, what made you decide to do something so…reckless! So absolutely idiotic?!”
Tonks had the courtesy to look down in shame. “To my defense, mum, it would have been nice to know something as big as being reinstated into the family.”
Andromeda paused, letting out a long-suffering breath. She hated to admit it, but her daughter did have a point. Not that it absolved her from the insane plot she’d concocted, but she did have a point. “I…you haven’t exactly written home much, these past few years. I figured it could wait until winter break.”
Nymphadora kicked her shoes together, a tattered old pair of chuck taylors that her mother had managed to buy her back in third year when she’d raved about one of her muggleborn classmates wearing them. She’d cherished those shoes ever since. “I’ve been busy.”
“Clearly.” Andi shook her head before looking at her daughter with a bit more compassion. “How…how far along?”
Nymphadora raised her head, meeting her gaze with her currently honey-brown eyes, “A few weeks.”
“T-There’s still time.”
Andromeda’s words hung heavy over them, and she was surprised to see the fierce look that took over her daughter’s face. “No, mum, I’m keeping it.”
“But Nymphadora! You’re seventeen! And Harry…he-”
“I’m still going to go through with it.” Nymphadora said, that same obstinate determination showing on her face that all Black women shared. “The plan, I mean.”
“What?” It was Andromeda’s turn to become inflamed now. “Nymphadora, I told you, I patched things up with my sister. If we are to become a family again-”
“I’m not going to go through with the blackmail part, mum.” Nymphadora stopped her with a firm voice, and not for the first time, Andromeda wondered what had turned her daughter into such an assertive, commanding person. “Not anymore, but I still want to become a concubine.”
Andi felt her heart drop. “Dora, please, don’t say that! You are a Black now, the opportunities are endless. All doors will be opened now!”
“I don’t care about that, mum. Well, I do, I care about it a lot actually.” Nymphadora was very excited to see the connections that being Nymphadora Black would bring her. Even as she argued with her mother, her mind was running in the background, slowly weaving a mental web of the new opportunities she could take advantage of with her new status.
“But there’s someone that’s more important than any of that now. And I want to be with him, to raise our child together.”
“Harry Potter.” Andromeda said plainly.
Her daughter blushed, Nymphadora actually blushed. “If aunt Narcissa is as nice as you say she is, then she can set up a concubine contract that isn’t too harsh, that still allows me my freedom.”
Andi’s head was thumping. Everywhere she turned, from Narcissa to Bellatrix to Rita Skeeter to now her own daughter, she was seeing women falling over themselves for a boy, an eleven year old boy who was a slave.
Had Narcissa been involved with Harry physically as well? The thought shocked her to no end, but it made many things make a lot more sense.
What the hell was up with Harry Potter? Andromeda needed to investigate. She needed to meet this boy on her own.
But, back to her daughter, she knew she couldn’t stop her from doing what she wanted. Hell, she’d be a hypocrite, seeing as her parents trying to break her away from Ted had been what had sown them that much closer together. No, Nymphadora was even more hard headed than she had been, there was nothing she could do but support her daughter.
“Alright Nymphadora, you win.” Andi finally said. Her daughter squealed in delight, “But you owe me, understood? At least two or three more grandchildren.”
The day her daughter’s face turned red as a tomato was enough to uplift Andi’s mood.
...
“Why is everyone looking at me weird?”
“Well, you did sort of disappear right after Snape died, and then the news that you enslaved Hermione kind of spread. I think a lot of people are afraid that they’re next.” Tracey said.
“Especially the muggleborns.” Pansy added.
Not even the announcement of Andromeda Black as the new potions professor could deter people from their real topic of interest: what exactly had happened that led to both Snape’s death, and for a muggleborn student to be enslaved by Darcia Malfoy.
“Maybe I should talk to them, mistress. Explain that they have nothing to fear.” Hermione offered.
“Somehow, I doubt that’ll change anyone’s mind.” Darcia said, deciding to ignore the weird looks and glance over at the staff table, where a woman that looked almost exactly like her aunt Bellatrix, except with light brown hair and hazel eyes, was looking at Harry curiously.
Andromeda Black, her other aunt. She’d been introduced this morning as the new potions professor. The quickness with which she had been hired left no doubt that cousin Nymphadora had had a hand in it.
A quick glance over at the Hufflepuff table showed that Tonks was also looking at Harry, though when she felt Darcia’s gaze on her, she gave her a saucy wink.
Harry, meanwhile, was unaware of all the extra attention. This was because Daphne and Susan were all over him to a point that it would have been impossible for Harry to notice anything beyond the two girls.
“Here Harry, have a bite.” Susan said as she raised a forkful of egg and ham up to his mouth.
Harry opened his mouth and quickly bit into the food, smiling at Susan as he chewed. Once he was finished chewing, Daphne came in from his other side, raising a goblet of pumpkin juice up to his lips.
Except it wasn’t pumpkin juice, it was passion fruit!
He glanced at Daphne questioningly as he gulped down the wonderfully tangy substance. “I remember how much you liked passion fruit from when I came back from vacation a few years ago. I had father buy a shipment of them, the elves are instructed to fill just your goblet with it. It should last the rest of the year.”
“Miss Daphne, Miss Susan. Thank you so much.” Harry said. He’d tried to stop the girls from doing all this for him, but they’d insisted this was the least he deserved after having so heroically slain a troll.
“Harry.” Susan rubbed his arm. “Please try not to get into such dangerous situations again. I almost had a heart attack when I heard what happened.”
Daphne rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re so brave, Harry.”
The other Slytherin boys looked disgusted with such an over-the-top display from the two girls, but they’d long since learned to just leave the first year girls and their boy-toy alone, lest they wake up with their bed full of venomous dust mites like Marcus Flint had.
At the staff table, Andromeda was watching the entire scene unfold. More and more, she was seeing proof of Harry Potter’s inhuman magnetism.
A chair scraped back next to her, and seeing that the stench of garlic ever so slightly receded, it meant that Quirrell had gotten up.
Andromeda glanced absently as her new colleague began to walk away, noticing the slight limp in his gait. “Everything alright, Quirinius?”
Quirrell stiffened, his usual jumpiness shining through as he turned shakily towards her. “Oh, y-y-es, I’m f-fine, just had a run w-with a dark creature.” He made a hasty retreat afterwards, leg dragging behind him all the way.
Aurora Sinistra snorted from her other side. “Dark creature my ass, he probably tripped over his robe.”
Andromeda would have verbally questioned Dumbledore’s hiring standards at that point, but seeing as she herself had been employed for less than a day, she thought better of it.
...
The mood in their first potions class was weird, to say the least. No one missed Snape, but the fact that their potions professor had just up and died a few days ago left an impact on a lot of the children. Also, the fact that Hermione Granger was now sitting next to Darcia Malfoy, a Slytherin emblem on her robe, darkened the moods of a lot of the Gryffindors. Chief among them was Ron Weasley.
“You better watch yourself, Dean. I bet she’s planning on enslaving all the muggleborns in the school one by one, probably sacrifice them for some dark ritual she’s planning.”
Dean chose to just ignore Ron’s wild ramblings, which mercifully ceased when Andromeda entered the room.
Instantly, many of the boys decided this would be their favorite class. Professor Black wore a conservative robe, but no robe on this earth could hide the voluptuous body the beautiful woman carried underneath.
“Welcome, class. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, but we must try to move on from past tragedies. Do you wish for me to observe a minute of silence for Professor Snape?”
The speed with which the class shook their heads shocked Andromeda.
“A-Alright then. Well, how about we get to work on today’s potion-”
Andi found herself quickly falling into a rhythm. Teaching seemed to come naturally to her, and the children were all very well-behaved, with the boys being especially respectful.
This was her first chance to find out what was so special about Harry Potter. Due to the number of students in the class, he was teaming up with both the Bones and Greengrass girls, and the three of them were working as a well-synchronized unit. In fact, the first-year Slytherin girls in general seemed to be a step above the rest of the class. She kept an eye on her niece, who was sitting down with her recently enslaved muggleborn, but was satisfied to see that the girl was not being abusive to her charge. In fact, Darcia was actually being quite nice to Miss Granger.
But she could tell how even unconsciously, all the Slytherin girls kept shooting glances at Harry, as if to make sure he was ok.
Class ended with a group of students happy that they finally had a professor that didn’t have them trembling in fear over the smallest thing, a bunch of very hormonally confused young boys, and one potions professor now more curious than ever to solve the puzzle that was Boy-Who-Lived.
She also hoped that Bella had relayed her message to Narcissa. Her sister would need to return to the castle much sooner than she’d thought.
...
“Bella, where have you and grandfather been?” Narcissa asked as her sister walked past her carrying a beat up old tool box.
Bella was stone faced. “We’re about to go look into your little diary, Cissy.” She held up the toolbox, “These are the Black Implements.”
Narcissa’s eyes widened. “I’d ask if you really think you’ll need them, but this is the Dark Lord we’re talking about.”
“Sure is. Dark tosser might know his dark magic, but there’s no dark magic like Black family magic.” Bellatrix made to head off into the dungeons before she stopped herself. “Oh, also, Andi flooed while you were away. Says you need to go to Hogwarts, something about Nymphadora.”
Narcissa sighed. “I needed to go there to talk to Darcia anyways, I guess it’d be easier to just see to both things at once.”
“Did you sign the contract?”
Narcissa nodded.
“And this Greengrass girl, what’s she like?” Bella said in a guarded tone.
“Believe me, Bella, you won’t have to worry one bit about Daphne. Though I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other at yule now, so you may be able to make up your mind about her then.”
“I’ll take you up on that.” That said, Bella continued onward, making her way downstairs into the deep dungeons of Chateau Black.
It was a windowless room, lit solely by the flame of a single torch. It looked like your classic medieval torture chamber, adorned with chains on the walls, a plain wooden table with shackles at each corner, and another, smaller table, which Arcturus Black was currently leaning against.
“I told you I hadn’t lost it, girl.” The old man said as his granddaughter dropped the toolbox on the floor.
“You really are going senile, old man. Do you really think it’s a good idea to put this thing in a toolshed next to some old brooms?” Bellatrix asked.
Arcturus shrugged. “They’re as safe there as anywhere else in this fortress.” he turned his body sideways, revealing the plain black book that was sitting on the table. “Shall we?”
Bella nodded, rolling up her sleeve as she whipped out a quill. “My occlumency is world class, so this will not be an issue, but at the first sign-”
“I’ll stun you, bind you up and give you a kick in the ass for being so weak.” Arcturus said gruffly.
“Sorry to disappoint you, grandfather, but you won’t get the satisfaction.”
Bellatrix stepped up to the table. She touched the worn leather of the diary and felt nothing. Ever since it had been brought here, the dark stench emanating from the book had faded completely. To the untrained magical eye, it would appear to be just like any other old book.
That was Bellatrix’s first clue. At some level, the book was aware of its surroundings. Once it had been removed from an environment filled with darkness, it did its best to camouflage itself, to not arouse suspicion.
Even then, she could feel tendrils of magic run up her fingers as she flipped it open, revealing a blank page.
Arcturus slashed his palm, letting some of the blood drip onto the back of Bellatrix’s hand before he sealed the wound. He murmured two spells. One that made the blood flare up a neon pink color, and another that made the slick on the back of Bellatrix’s hand suddenly puff up and explode into a dust, a dust that lingered around in the air around her hand.
Satisfied that the detection spell had worked, Bellatrix dipped her quill in an inkwell, and then pressed the ink into the faded white pages.
My name is Patricia Edgewell, and I guess this’ll be my diary from now on.
The words sank into the page as the ink was absorbed by the paper. At the same time, Bellatrix and Arcturus both watched as the thin red mist around her arm gradually turned a sickly purple as the foreign magic crept its way from the quill up Bellatrix’s arm.
Bella felt a subtle brush up against her mental protections. If she’d been any less proficient in the mind arts, she might have missed it completely.
Bellatrix pulled her hand back as words began to emerge on the page, written in a neat, very symmetrical script.
Hello, Patricia. My name is Tom Riddle.
“Tom Riddle!” Arcturus barked out.
“Rung a few bells?” Bella asked as she dropped the quill, satisfied enough with her first test and not willing to risk any further interactions with the diary.
“He was a clerk at Borgin and Burke when I used to frequent the place a bit more often.”
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow. “You remember a random clerk from decades ago?”
“Some people leave an impression, Bellatrix. I doubt anyone who’s had the misfortune of encountering you for even a second has forgotten the ordeal.”
Bella sent her grandfather a pouty smile, “Grandfather! That’s so nice of you!”
Arcturus shook his head. “Either way, that young man must have been Voldemort. To think, we crossed paths all those years ago. He just seemed like an average young wizard, though he was certainly sharp as a whip.”
“Voldemort tried to recruit me and Lily, many times. I didn’t buy into his bullshit, but his powers of persuasion were definitely impressive. Before he melted his face off, he was probably very skilled at playing a role.”
“So we have some artifact from his youth, then, before he took on his current name.”
“I think it’s time for experiment number two.” Bella said, “Before the mist fades.”
That was the thing with those blood-based spells, the first bleed of the day was always the most potent. Subsequent tries lost their power, unless you sacrificed a lot of blood, in which case their strength increased exponentially.
Bellatrix conjured a rat, aiming her wand at it as she held it by its tail. Arcturus tried to levitate the diary, but his spell had no effect on the book.
The two Blacks shared a look at that result. Arcturus conjured a length of rope and used it to lasso the diary, moving the rope around until the dark object was dangling right in front of the blood mist.
Everything set up, Bella adjusted her wand as she looked down at the rat with pure hatred. “Avada Kedavra!”
In a flash of green light, the rat’s short life was snuffed out.
Arcturus and Bellatrix watched intently as the green flash faded away. Instantly, the ghostly shape of the same rat appeared amongst the mist. Under normal circumstances, the soul, the spirit, or whatever it was that left the body when a living creature was killed, would appear in the mist for a scant second before quickly crumbling away into a million specks of dust.
But that didn’t happen this time, because the two Blacks witnessed as the rat’s soul was caught by tendrils of magic, dark, porous tendrils that began tearing the soul apart and devouring it with sharp, jagged mouths that appeared at the ends.
And all of these tendrils were connected to the diary.
This all happened in an instant, and then, the mist faded, the shadows disappeared and the diary fell to the floor as Arcturus’ levitation failed.
Bellatrix and her grandfather stared at each other, ashen faced.
“You know what this means, right, Bellatrix?”
All Bella could do was nod as she processed this new information. She’d only read about these things once, in the darkest, most secretive tome in the Black Library. A book so evil, even she had been apprehensive to follow any of its teachings. To think that that fucker had actually gone ahead and done it…
“And you know what it means for the boy, don’t you?”
Bella exploded in anger, brandishing her wand at the far table and shooting off a curse. It was a curse with no incantation and erratic intent, meant only to release her anger. It manifested as a hybrid between a blasting and burning curse, blowing the table into chunks that then instantly began to burn with a raging yellow flame.
A good spell to file away for later.
“What it means for Harry is that we’ll be able to extract that fucker from him as soon as possible!” Bella hissed.
Arcturus did not argue with her. He did not try to convince her of the impossibility of removing a horcrux, he knew she would not listen. Then again, there were many impossibilities involved here. Until now, Arcturus had thought it impossible for someone to create more than one of those abominations, and he’d never even entertained the thought of turning a living being into one. They were wading into unchartered waters, and if anyone had the force of will to remove the horcrux from that young boy, it would be Bellatrix Black.
“It's time to bring out the toys, old man.” Bellatrix stalked over to the tool box, popping it open with a tap of her wand.
Her hand reached into its dark depths and out came a small syringe with a very long, very thin needle, filled with a gunky, yellowy-green liquid.
Arcturus summoned a pair of dragonhide gloves from a rack on the wall and put them on, crouching down to grab the diary and place it on the table.
The book knew it was in trouble, bursting open as its pages rippled rapidly, creating a small gust of wind inside of the room.
Bellatrix held the needle out, her eyes watching coldly as the pages ruffled, her curls rustling in the wind as her hand remained steady.
Whatever she was waiting for, she struck when she saw it. She plunged the syringe into the book, striking it dead center. As she pushed the green gunk out of the tip of the needle, the table shook and the diary audibly shrieked in agony. Arcturus sent a powerful descendo at the diary, which knocked it for a loop and calmed its convulsing as the syringe emptied into it.
Black ichor was leaking out from under the diary, but at its center, the darkness coalesced into a mass, a large orb of pure darkness surrounded by a faint purple halo.
Arcturus walked over to the tool box, pulling out a few more of the Black Implements. A hot iron that sent off waves of heat and rumbled like the molten core of a volcano, a knife that hissed in tongues from within its brown-leather sheath, a pair of tongs that seemed to warp space around them, resembling elongated black holes.
More and more items were pulled out and placed on the table in front of them. Finally, he removed a small dart, looking like it was whittled down from the bone of some creature long-since extinct. He held it in his palm, aiming it at the diary before blowing on it softly.
The dart shot off like a bullet towards the diary, piercing through the black orb that had formed and stripping it from the diary, which let off another agonizing scream as the soul was removed from its container.
The dart embedded itself on the wall, where the soul shard was pinned in place. Slowly, the shard began to warp, dividing itself like an embryo, growing into a fetus, then a baby, until its growth accelerated until the two Blacks were facing a teenage boy.
Semi-translucent, flickering in and out of existence, and with limbs spread out as if he had been chained to the wall, was a fifteen year old Tom Riddle.
Bellatrix smiled as she removed the hot poker from the table. “Hello there, Tom. We’re about to have sooo much fun.”
....
It had barely been a day since she’d been back, and Darcia was already meeting with her mother again.
She’d received the message via one of the Hogwarts elves. She’d brought Harry along, of course, but left Hermione back with Tracey, Susan and Pansy, with explicit instructions to learn how to eat cunt. She made sure to ask Hermione if she wanted to first, of course, and the girl had seemed very eager to learn how to better please her mistress.
The other girls had readily agreed as well, especial after Darcia had allowed them all to fuck Harry to their hearts content for the afternoon and the evening. Now, she and Harry were walking up to the meeting point, with Darcia carrying a small case with about a half-dozen phials that she’d collected today.
She was curious about what this could be about. It was also weird that Daphne had been called off to meet with her parents as well, for some odd reason.
They reached the designated room and Harry opened the door for Darcia. Inside, she found three women waiting for her.
Her mother, along with her aunt Andromeda and her cousin Tonks.
“Darcia, Harry, come on in, please.”
The two of them stepped into the room, sitting down on two empty chairs. The moment Harry sat down, Tonks hopped off her own chair and sat on Harry’s lap. Harry didn’t seem to mind that the much bigger girl had plopped herself down on top of him.
Andromeda rolled her eyes while Narcissa smiled.
“Mother, aunt.” Darcia acknowledged, “What is going on?”
“There’s actually two matters of family business that we need to discuss, Darcia. One of which entails your cousin Nymphadora.”
Tonks didn’t even bother to protest over her name, she was too busy nuzzling her nose into Harry’s neck.
“Right.”
“What’s in that case you carried in?” Andromeda asked curiously.
Darcia palmed the case, setting it on the table. “This is for mother.” she sent her mum a pointed look.
Narcissa looked taken aback, and did not hesitate to open the case in front of Andromeda and Nymphadora. Her face lit up when she saw the phials filled with Harry’s vital nectar. “You got these so quickly,” she said in an awed tone.
Darcia shrugged. “The girls were really missing him. I’ll send more next week, this is just to tide you over.”
Nymphadora had paused her nuzzling of Harry to look over at the case, a calculated look in her eyes. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes it is.” Darcia said with a slight snicker.
Meanwhile, Andromeda’s mouth had formed a thin line. Here it was, the ultimate proof that all of these girls had become addicted to this young boy’s semen.
Right before Narcissa closed the case up, Andi managed to nick one. She needed to test its properties, see what the hell was going on with Harry Potter’s sperm. She missed the knowing smirk on her sister’s face.
“Right, now, onto business.” Narcissa draped her eyes over Darcia and then Harry. “Your aunt and I have agreed to sign a concubine contract between you and your cousin Nymphadora.”
“Concubine? Her?” Darcia’s neck almost snapped as she looked over towards her cousin, who was cuddling even deeper into Harry.
“Don’t get any ideas, little cousin. You won’t be able to boss me around too much.” Tonks wagged her finger at the younger blonde.
“It seems that someone has been a bit reckless and gotten a girl pregnant, and now they need to take responsibility for their actions.” Narcissa looked at Darcia with amusement clear on her face as she reprimanded her.
“Pregnant?!” Darcia’s face paled considerably.
“Miss Nymphadora, you’re pregnant?” Harry asked, his eyes shining as he looked at the older girl.
Tonks nodded happily. “I’m carrying your baby, Harry. And now, I get to be your concubine!”
“My concubine!” Darcia interjected hotly as Nymphadora rained kisses down on the boy.
“For now, Nymphadora has decided not to move into your dorm room, though of course you two are now legally allowed to set up private rendezvous throughout the school. The staff has been made aware.” Andromeda said.
“So that’s one order of business done. Next, I’ve signed a betrothal for you.”
This made both Harry and Darcia stiffen. The two first years looked over at Narcissa with worry evident in their faces.
“Mother…a betrothal?” Darcia croaked, thinking that with father dead, she would not have to worry about such things for a little while longer.
“Yes a betrothal, young lady. You’re the sole carrier of the Malfoy line, we need to secure your bloodline as soon as possible.”
Darcia’s throat dried out now, a shiver running up her spine. “W-Who?”
Narcissa smiled, she did so love messing with her daughter. “Why, young Daphne Greengrass. of course.”
It took Darcia’s brain a while to catch up with the information. But when it did, she let out a loud groan at the same time as Nymphadora cackled with glee.
Harry, for his part, couldn’t hold down the smile that was tearing at his face. Miss Daphne, Miss Nymphadora and Miss Susan were all now tied to his mistress for life. He would be able to be in their lives, to help them, to soothe them when they cried, to hold their children in his arms.
He was going to be a father soon, and that in itself filled him with an incredible warmth. From a boy without a family to someone who was bombarded with love from all sides. His life really had taken a wonderful turn.
The meeting dispersed after that, with Harry and Darcia making their way back down to the dungeons, a thoughtful Nymphadora heading off to her common room and Andromeda escorting Narcissa to the floo, a phial full of Harry’s cum secured in her back pocket.
...
Nymphadora smiled as Penny ran over to her, looking breathless as she’d most likely run all the way down from Ravenclaw Tower.
“Mistress! Mistress! I have made a discovery!”
Nym grinned, wrapping an arm around Penny’s waist, “Let's step into my office, then.” She pulled the girl into an unused classroom. Several privacy charms later, they were ready to talk business.
Well, right after Penny made her cum. Nym was far too excited, too wired after having sat on Harry’s lap. She forced Penny onto her knees and made the girl lick at her cunt. While Penny drove her tongue in a desperate attempt to pleasure her mistress, Nymphadora talked.
“I have discovered a business opportunity, Penny, maybe the most lucrative of all- OH!’ that had been a particularly nice swipe of the tongue. Penny had been a good girl this year, maybe Nym would let her spend time with Harry, that way the girl would lose that broom up her ass. “And it's all centered around that handsome young stud.”
Her mind had lit up when she’d seen Darcia bring aunt Narcissa those phials. It was so simple, here she had a highly addictive substance which she could sell at a premium. The phials Darcia had brought would be too much, but she could sell smaller shots, little globules really, and have the female population of Hogwarts addicted and begging for more.
“Mistress, you come up with the most wonderful ideas!” Penny beamed up at her. “Is it Harry’s wonderful cum?”
Nymphadora’s eyes widened. Of course, Penny had been eating some of the cum out of her pussy over the past few months. It made sense now, how much nicer she’d been when discussing Harry over the past few weeks.
The thought that Penelope was just another of Harry’s cum slaves drove Nymphadora wild, and she ground her cunt onto the other girl’s face until she finally reached her peak, exploding all over her in a wonderful orgasm.
Nymphadora relaxed as her orgasm receded and she settled into her seat. “You had something for me, Penny?’
Penny perked up. “Yes, mistress! I’ve managed to converge multiple sources! I have one source in Ravenclaw that says they saw Professor Quirrell near the forbidden third floor corridor on the night of Halloween.”
“Really?” Tonks thought back to how Quirrell had been limping all day today. “What else?”
“Our friend that talks to Hagrid says that the groundskeeper knows something. There’s something being hidden in that third floor corridor.”
The wheels began turning in Tonks’ head. “Something that’s valuable, valuable enough for a professor to risk his job and try to steal it.”
“Valuable enough for Dumbledore to protect it with something that could injure a professor.” Penny added.
Nym grinned once more. This was going to be so much fun. The crowning achievement of her Hogwarts career, she was going to steal whatever was hidden in that corridor.
“Penny, order some firewhisky, find me a dangerous creature, or at least an egg. We’re going to get ol’ Hagrid drunk off his rocker.”
...
Andromeda waved goodbye as Narcissa stepped into the floo and disappeared once more.
She let out a breath she’d been holding. Finally, her sister was gone, now she could inspect what she’d stolen from her.
She pulled the phial from her pocket and held it up to eye-level. It looked disgusting, really, it was just a glass tube filled with seminal fluid. She could admit that the cum was thick, almost too thick to be human, but there was nothing else special about it.
She would go down to her lab and run some experiments on it.
After she gave it a whiff, maybe? Just one little whiff to see what the fuss was about. Then she’d take it down to her lab and dissect it.
Andromeda opened the phial up, her nose hovering over the now unsealed lid as she inhaled ever so slightly.
And then she inhaled some more.
It made no sense. It was definitely an acquired taste, that musky aroma that was funkier than she’d expected, but it was a taste that she acquired very quickly.
She’d just have a small dab on her tongue, nothing more than a droplet. Just to prove to herself that she was stronger than her sisters.
Andi turned the phial over carefully, letting just a single droplet of the white goo coat her finger. It was such a miniscule amount, she was surprised it hadn’t melted away into a thin film already.
She brought it up to her tongue, flicking the appendage over her finger.
The next thing she knew, Andromeda was gulping down the entire phial, savoring the flavor of the golden nectar as it ran down her throat and coated her tongue. She swiped her tongue around inside her throat, coaxing the seed down her throat as quickly as possible.
Rats. She was out of material to experiment on now.
She would need to find Darcia later and ask her for a sample of her own. Or maybe, maybe she could ask to take it directly from the source.
...
Waiting for them at the entrance of the Slytherin common room, a thousand-watt smile on her face, was Daphne.
Daphne sprinted over to Harry, wrapping her arms around him. The girl smiled at Darcia over his shoulder.
It was finally time for Daphne to claim what was hers.
Comments
Robert
That’s the only part I don’t like about this story, him being a slave. Not even allowed to keep his wand on him is ridiculous. Malfoy needs to give him at least more personal freedom. If she doesn’t want to be like her father than she needs to stop treating him like property
Daeron Targaryen
Damn it seems the romance is really heating up, good for Harry but will his slave bond ever be broken ?
