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Growth Spurt Chapter 86
🕑 Added 2025-09-25 03:17:04 +0000 UTCHarry took a deep breath. For once, he was alone in his bed. Downstairs, Tonks, Apolline, and Fleur were sitting on the couch, but he had been given space. He was about to go to sleep.
And, while he was asleep, he was going to do his best to save the fucking world.
That might sound dramatic. He was embellishing… a LITTLE bit.
Tonight, Harry was going to weaponize the connection between them to break into Voldemort’s head. While there, he was going to find the locations of Voldemort’s hidden horcruxes. If he failed, there was a good chance that England as a whole would fall.
There was no way Harry could be considered a master of legilimency after he just learned how to perform it. Right now, he was relying on Voldemort making a mistake. Harry thought it was pretty likely that his enemy would slip up, because Tom Marvolo Riddle was as arrogant as he was powerful.
In Voldemort’s mind, Harry was an amateur that couldn’t use the mind arts. Harry was certain that Snape had told him Harry was hopeless with the discipline, after the ill fated lessons between Harry and the potions professor during his fifth year.
Once Voldemort drew Harry into the trap in the Department of Mysteries, he had used occlumency to shut the connection most of the time. Harry’s current job was to smash through the wall that Voldemort had built up.
Harry took a deep breath. He sipped a sleeping draught that had been prepared for him. They could be addictive, so were best saved for special occasions, which this counted as. Almost instantly, Harry fell asleep.
It felt strange, trying to direct his own dreams. He recalled how it felt to see visions through Voldemort’s eyes and tried to recreate the feeling himself. With remarkable efficiency, Harry felt the connection between the two of them. He could visualize it in ways that he’d never been able to before, now that he knew the basics of the mind arts. He could sense where Voldemort had built a wall to stop him.
Harry focused on breaking through.
He was still using Daphne’s tips, imagining legilimency like he was in bed with a woman. That approach had served him well enough that it even worked on Apolline. It would work here too. Harry needed it to.
He searched for a gap and tried to slam through the blockage between them using his sense of self. Harry felt the wall between him and the dark lord shake slightly. Still, he couldn’t get through.
Harry couldn’t judge time while he was in this state. He worked hard and chipped away at what Voldemort had built. Eventually, something gave. Harry penetrated into the dark lord’s mind!
Almost right away, he felt something nasty, like sludge dripping down his spine.
Minds are not as organized and pretty as people like to imagine. Even the best ordered ones are messy and chaotic. Searching for specific memories requires sifting through lots of different thoughts.
That becomes a problem when you’re inside the mind of Voldemort.
Harry saw so many different things. He saw abused women. He saw murdered families with children that couldn’t walk. He watched it HAPPEN. Everywhere he turned, there was a different travesty. He started to feel like he was dying.
Worse, it began to feel like he was being watched. Voldemort could sense that something was amiss inside of his mind. If Harry’s intrusion was fully noticed and the dark lord reacted to it, Harry would be expelled from his mind in an instant. Tom Riddle was still an occlumency master.
In his desperation Harry started to sift through memories even faster. That caused him to see more horrible things, in an unending chain. So many crimes. So many victims! It made Harry want to curl into a tiny ball and cease moving.
Very vaguely, Harry was aware that his real body was thrashing. He might’ve been groaning, too. It felt like he was being tortured by all the things he was being forced to watch.
All of a sudden, he experienced a calming touch.
Someone held his hands. Both of them, at the same time. Meanwhile, in the distant way that Harry was aware of his body, he sensed his pants being pulled down. His dick was lifted. A tongue ran along it. Blood flowed down, and Harry started getting erect.
Harry experienced a surge of strength. He was reminded how to take control of this probe. The girls must have come upstairs to support him, hearing that he was having a hard time. Certainty filled Harry up.
He HAD to do this.
Harry started swimming past the tragedies much faster. He looked for old things. Suddenly, a memory caught Harry’s eye.
Voldemort was standing in a Muggle living room. There was a man—a Muggle by the way he was dressed—who had a terrifying resemblance to the young Tom Riddle that possessed Ginny.
Harry’s eyes widened. It couldn’t be!
But as he listened to the conversation his doubts faded. He gleaned that Voldemort, for all the blood that he had spilled in the name of blood purity, was half Muggle! It felt so insane that Harry started to laugh. He was kicked of the memory when his concentration slipped, but not before watching Voldemort kill the man to make a horcrux out of a ring with a big black stone embedded on it.
By now, Harry’s dick was erect. He felt a female mouth engulf it. Harry’s hands instinctively formed fists, which ended up helping him grope two big breasts, each belonging to a different woman. The boob on the left grew slightly to give him more to squeeze, so that was Tonks. The other was Fleur, based on the cup size Harry was feeling. Which meant Apolline, his teacher, was the one who had just unhinged her jaw and sealed her lips around his dick, deepthroating him.
The sexual feelings filled Harry with mental strength. He launched himself forward, searching out Voldemort’s protected memories, sifting through ancient scenes that told him shocking truths about his enemy.
Tom Riddle didn’t grow up with a silver spoon like Malfoy the way Harry expected. He grew up in an orphanage, born to a mother who died birthing him and a father who had run before he was born. His mother used love potions to effectively enslave a handsome muggle. While Tom Riddle (Junior, for he had been named after his muggle dad) was raised in an orphanage, Harry saw him visit the place where his uncle lived. It was a nasty little shack that housed an inbred man living in squalor. Harry made sure to memorize the shack, as well the town where it was located: Little Hangleton.
Harry felt he’d made good progress, but his probe was starting to slow down. If this went on for much longer, he was going to be ejected from Voldemort’s mind. He hadn’t seen enough yet! There was still so much more he had to learn…
One of the lovely beasts he was squeezing left his grip. Apolline relinquished her mouth’s hold on his dick in favor of gently licking him. Her daughter joined her. Harry felt both of their tongues running along him. A second wind filled him, propelling him through more memories.
This time, Harry found multiple locations precious to the dark lord. If Harry understood Tom Riddle the way that he thought he did, Voldemort wouldn’t choose random meaningless locations for his horcruxes, even if that was the most effective approach to take. Voldemort operated primarily off of pride. He would want their hiding places to be places that were special to him.
Harry collected a few more likely locations. He watched Tom Riddle torture two of his fellow orphans inside a seaside cave. Even without a wand, he found ways to make them scream and cry, like he was doing an introductory version of the cruciatus. Shivering, Harry looked for more.
He moved through Voldemort’s mind with the same deftness that the Delacour women were licking his dick. He copied that flighty movement, darting around Voldemort’s secrets.
Hogwarts emerged as a special place to the dark lord. It was where he (in his own mind) transcended basic orphanhood and reached the glory he was meant to achieve! Killing Myrtle made a horcrux, but it was the diary that had already been destroyed. Harry was pretty sure he had hidden a horcrux inside Hogwarts, but Harry couldn’t be sure WHERE.
Harry witnessed a more recent memory. Voldemort killed Bertha Jorkins, a ministry witch that Peter Pettigrew had managed to capture. The only thing near him when he killed her was his awful snake, Nagini. Could he have made her into a horcrux? Harry supposed it might have been as a replacement. The diary had been destroyed by Harry, after all.
Harry also saw what one of the horcruxes was! A large and expensive looking golden cup was transformed with the murder of an elderly woman. But no matter how deep Harry went, he couldn’t find where Voldemort had hidden this one! No other important locations stuck out to him…
Tonks left his grip and joined the Delacours at his crotch. He could tell that she was licking him because, suddenly, there was a tongue that could change sizes while it was pleasuring him.
Maybe it was because he was thinking about Tonks, a descendant of the Black family, but Harry was suddenly catapulted to a much more recent memory.
First, he saw out of Voldemort’s eyes as the dark lord was awakened from a slumber. When he looked over, a stunning woman in a nightie that you could see through sauntered into his room.
Harry flinched when he realized he’d thought of Bellatrix Lestrange as “Beautiful”. It was true, though. She was busty and curvy with a pale body and nipples between pink and red. She crawled onto the bed and Voldemort watched almost impassively as she began pleasuring him. The night they spent together transformed into a montage. Voldemort actually enjoyed it, indulging in the pleasures of flesh.
When Harry forced himself out of the memory, having seen MORE than enough, he found himself in another uncomfortable memory. Only this one felt fresh and RECENT.
“Yes, my lord! I’m getting close, my lord! You feel so good!” Narcissa Malfoy said.
Even though she was yelling, her words didn’t sound honest. She was riding Voldemort while totally nude. Her body was similar to her sister’s, except Narcissa was skinnier and a little bit less endowed. Based on the portraits on the walls, the scene that Harry was seeing was taking place inside of Malfoy Manor!
Unlike with Bellatrix, a sense of disapproval was wafting off of Voldemort. He didn’t even care about having a beauty like Narcissa on top of him.
“I am cumming, my lord! Ahhhh! Ooooooh! Mmm…”
Narcissa slowed her hips down and smiled at Voldemort with her eyes partially closed. Harry was again struck by how attractive she was as a woman, just like her sister. Unlike with Bellatrix, though, he wasn’t immediately repulsed by his thoughts. Narcissa was an awful woman but her crimes were of a completely different and far inferior nature.
She cried out as she was suddenly thrown to the floor. She fell in a nude heap. Her pussy, even though she claimed she had just been cumming, was almost completely dry. Voldemort glared down at her while she shivered and covered her head.
“Do you presume to lie to me, whore?” Voldemort asked.
“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE YOU HAPPY!” Narcissa screamed.
Voldemort grabbed his wand. He conjured a whip from the end of it and lashed her back and ass, leaving welts. Narcissa started crying.
“You are nothing compared to your sister. She was my closest confidant because of her unflinching passion for the cause. Her faith was an inferno; yours is nothing but embers. Crawl back to your husband, you well-used wretch!” Voldemort said.
Narcissa crawled to a robe that was on the floor, but Voldemort shouted: “No! Walk nude in shame, whore.”
Crying and with a stinging back, Narcissa got to her feet and fled through the door. Voldemort sat in silence on the bed, stewing in anger. Harry felt suddenly satisfied, realizing that Bellatrix’s death had really hurt the dark lord.
Suddenly, Harry was caught. All at once, the dark lord’s mind rejected him. Voldemort had brought his full defenses to bare, throwing Harry out of his head in one almost instant flash. Harry could feel the man’s anger as he did so. He didn’t know how much Harry had seen, but he was livid that Harry pierced his defenses at all.
When he opened his eyes, Harry couldn’t help grinning.
He had threw beautiful women kneeling in front of him, taking turns sucking his member, and he had learned what he set out to. He knew where to start the horcrux hunt.
Plus, he’d gained even more than that. He had found a weakness close to Voldemort that was ripe for exploiting.
He’d show that dark lord that when you treat people too badly, you turn them against you. And if there was one kind of person Harry excelled in winning over… It was a beautiful woman.
