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Whirlwind in Time Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2024-12-21 19:23:43 +0000 UTCIt just so happened that the Defense Professor had opened the door at the exact wrong moment, right when Harry was at the height of his orgasm. His cock pulsed in Narcissa’s mouth, pumping ludicrous amounts of semen down her throat as she struggled to swallow. She went to pull away, only for the defense Professor to suddenly lunge forward and grasp her head.
Professor Riddle’s long, spindly fingers wrapped around the back of Narcissa’s head, pushing the blonde deeper down his cock. The woman grinned maniacally, her eyes alight with satisfaction as she joined in on their debauchery.
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Narcissa gagged on his massive cock, creating an ugly erotic noise. Tears of mascara streamed down her face as she was forced down it, his huge shaft being forcefully crammed down her throat. He felt his vision blur because of the pleasure, immobilized and unable to do anything because of the sensation.
In the background he could hear Emily Riddle’s laughter, a strange feminine sound that reminded him of Voldemort’s own manic laugh. “Look at you, you dirty pureblood whore.”
Narcissa gurgled on his shaft, the woman’s grip unrelenting. Harry breathed heavily, trying to recover from his intense orgasm as he looked over at Professor Riddle.
“I used to be like you, you know.” Riddle said as she looked down at Narcissa. “Back in my day I used to lead men around by the balls too. And it seems like you’re trying something similar, fucking both Mr. Peverell and Mr. Malfoy at the same time.” Her grip tightened on Narcissa’s head, forcefully pumping her up and down his shaft. “I should be impressed, although it looks like you took on a bit more than you could handle.”
Harry finally recovered, the intensity of his orgasm and the suprise of Riddle’s visit combined having seemingly frozen him. He pushed Narcissa away and off his shaft, causing a slimy mess of semen and drool to come hurdling out of her mouth. The blonde coughed and hid her face with her sleeves, meanwhile Harry breathed heavily as he looked over at Emily Riddle.
The woman stared at his cock as if in a trance, eyeing it in a way that made his hairs stand on end as she licked her lips. With a smooth gesture, Professor Riddle moved a gentle finger down and swiped a tiny amount of cum off his shaft. She examined it closely, before putting it in her mouth and swallowing it. “Tasty.”
She turned to him then, those familiar blue eyes looking into his own before she smirked. Harry was ready to defend himself, but could do nothing as the woman leaned in and gave him a searing kiss.
He felt paralyzed once again by her advances, and his gaze stayed locked onto her own as she pulled away from him with a smug smirk. She was sending a message by doing this, humiliating Narcissa and making him feel powerless at the same time. He felt like he did back in his early years at Hogwarts, unable to do anything as Voldemort terrorized the school. It was her victory. And the woman clearly knew it, having pounced on himself and Narcissa before seizing the advantage.
It was something a woman like her would do, a sick twisted feminine version of Voldemort who somehow managed to evade Dumbledore. Tom Riddle never had the skill to fool Dumbledore and get the post as the newest Defense Professor, and yet she somehow had, proving that the woman in front of him was that much more dangerous than the Voldemort he was used to.
Harry felt an anger rise up in that moment, his temporary relief from Narcissa gone as he glared back at her. His gaze was locked on her own, his magic roaring through his veins with absolute fury and suddenly his view shifted. Harry was no longer staring at Emily Riddle, as he was instead inside of her mind.
Memories from long ago flew by him and suddenly he was back in the Slytherin dungeons, holding court amongst the mightiest of purebloods. Emily sat in a throne-like chair deep within the dungeons, pureblood men and women kneeling before her and ready to do her every whim. And yet their devotion did nothing for her, unable to scratch that unbearable itch that Emily always tried to unravel.
In the next moment she was somewhere else in the castle, taking advantage of a mudblood girl as said girl did her best to pleasure her. Myrtle Warren knelt before her, one of Riddle’s many sluts within the castle. The girl was eating her pussy, lapping at her labia lips and pushing her tongue inside her.
Pureblood men flocked to Riddle in droves, swearing their allegiance and doing anything to gain her favor. And Emily rewarded them all in kind, giving them access to any witch they wanted within the castle’s walls. But some girls Emily collected for herself, and Myrtle was one of such girls, an innocent mudblood Emily had manipulated into thinking she was her friend.
“Deeper.” She commanded, and Myrtle obeyed.
The mudblood girl desperately lapped at her cunt, trying to pleasure her to the best of her ability. She felt Myrtle’s tongue extend to its limit, noisily licking the insides of her core. Emily knew the girl was an amateur, and would never be skilled enough to satiate her needs.
“Faster.” Emily commanded once again, earning a worried noise from Myrtle as she tried her absolute best.
Even then the girl wasn’t enough, and Emily sighed despondently. “You’ll never make me happy if this is your best effort.”
“I-I’m trying!” Myrtle sobbed out, pulling away and giving up on pleasuring her. “I’ll anything to make up for it!”
“I know you will.” Emily grasped the girl’s chin, knowing Myrtle meant those words. She knew in that moment that the girl would do absolutely anything she ordered, all in the name of keeping their friendship. Emily Riddle was the most popular girl in Hogwarts, after all, and the most powerful witch in a century. Being close to her gave Myrtle prestige and respect in Hogwarts that she couldn’t have dreamed of, and yet all that could have been taken away in an instant if Emily wished.
It was a different sort of power that Emily had over her, the absolute domination of someone’s soul that gave her a small hint of what she wanted. Emily Riddle craved power, absolute power, and to dominate those around her.
A smirk graced her lips then, knowing she could whore Myrtle out to gain more male followers or even ask the girl to murder someone for her. All of which the girl would do without question, even if it meant having her life ruined because of it. But, in the end, there was only one thing that Emily needed from her.
“Meet me tonight in the second floor girls bathroom.”
Harry pulled out of her mind then, feeling bile rise up in his throat. He knew a fair amount about Tom Riddle’s time at Hogwarts, but Emily seemed to take thing to a whole different level. The control she had over her classmates made his head spin, and that wasn’t mentioning Myrtle, the girl who she ruthlessly dominated.
No doubt Myrtle had been killed by the woman in front of him, having been used to create a horcrux. It showed just how ruthless the monster that Emily Riddle was, and Harry had to use occlumency like never before to hide his reaction and keep his expression in check.
If Riddle noticed his intrusion, she certainly didn’t show it, continuing to pull away from him with a smug smirk. They were still in the broom closet together, as Riddle gave him a sultry look before turning to leave.
He looked down at Narcissa, seeing the blonde was a mess of ruined mascara and tears. Her clothes were completely soaked and stained by his load, her hair a wavy mess, and Harry reached down to help.
But his touch only seemed to make things worse, as Narcissa pushed his hand away only to then stand up and run off.
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After reorienting his robes, Harry aimlessly made his way through the castle’s halls once again. Amelia and Bellatrix had ruined his mood earlier, and the whole ordeal with Narcissa and Professor Riddle had compounded on top of that to make him feel even worse.
He was left feeling worse than ever before since he arrived in this strange world, and it just so happened the last person he wanted to see ran in to him as he moped through the halls.
‘This day just gets better and better.’ He couldn’t help but think sarcastically.
“Harry, my boy! There you are!” Slughorn boomed cheerfully, having spotting him and made his way over. “I’ve been searching all over for you, my boy.”
He had yet to converse or even interact with Slughorn outside of Potions class in this world. Harry could say that the man seemed just as content and friendly as before, and he would go as far to say he was just as fat too. “Is there something you wanted to speak to me about, sir?”
“Oh, nothing too important.” Slughorn answered. “I just wanted to see how you’ve been settling in? Tell me how your studies are going, and have you settled in to your dorm alright?”
“Everything is going good so far, sir.” Harry replied, remembering to throw in some charm in order to get on the good side of the Professor. “So far my classes are what I would expect from a school as world-renowned as Hogwarts.”
“Well I would expect nothing more from a descendant of the rare Peverell lineage.” Slughorn puffed up at his compliment, leaning in conspiratorially. “You must attend one of my little gatherings sometime soon. It’s really only reserved for the best and brightest students. And you, of course, make the cut.”
Harry tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “I don’t see what qualifies me for that honor, sir.”
“Ha! Ever the humble one!” Slughorn chuckled, patting his shoulder. “Let’s just say that you’ve made quite the impression on Professor Riddle, and Emily herself approached me about your invitation.”
“She did, sir?” Harry felt his stomach stir in worry, realizing just how problematic it was that Riddle had taken such a big interest in himself all of a sudden. He had anticipated that she would begin wrapping her web around him at some point, but the sudden ferocity in which she did so was startling. “That seems strange.”
“It seems that quite a few women have a strange interest in you, my boy.” Slughorn smirked, all of a sudden catching him off guard. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve made quite the impression on Amelia Bones from Hufflepuff. She’s a keeper, I must say! And I can only hope that you invite me to the wedding?”
“We’ve only gone on one date.” Harry blushed at the man’s suggestion. As much as he liked Amelia, there was still the fact he needed to tell her about his past. And there was also the whole mess with Bellatrix to deal with. But the man continued on, blowing everything out of proportion.
“Of course, of course.” Slughorn said with an exaggerated waggle of his brows. “And Bellatrix Black! I daresay I’ve never seen the young lady warm up to anyone so quickly. Quite the… unique pair of friends you’ve collected.”
Harry stiffened slightly at the mention of Bellatrix. He hadn’t quite anticipated the storm that came with her friendship, as it seemed that a big part of the school had taken notice of himself and his association with her. The woman had been known as a wildcard, a mad witch that was top of their year, with only a tiny clique of people that could get close to her. With him being so close to her, along with their infamous duel in the Defense class, it seemed that they had gotten a lot of attention.
“I try to get along with everyone.” Harry replied diplomatically, though he suspected Slughorn saw through it.
“Indeed you do, my boy!” Slughorn winked. “And that’s why you’ll fit right in at one of my gatherings, a little even I’ll be hosting later on this week. Yourself and Miss Bones will fit in nicely there, and even Miss Black will fit in nicely as well.”
The man gave him a wink at the end, before moving to head off down the hall. Harry felt somewhat stunned, if a little nauseous at the mention of his relationships with Amelia and Bellatrix, before gathering himself. He still had a task to do, being to take out Voldemort before someone else was hurt or killed, and a sudden thought occurred to him as a saw Slughorn ready to leave.
“If you don’t mind, sir, I do have a quick question before you go?” Harry said to him.
“Go ahead, what is it?”
“Sir, who do you think will be the next Minister of Magic?”
“That’s a hard question to answer, my boy.” Slughorn seemed deep in thought. “If I had to guess, I would say Harold Minchum. He’s a hardliner, and someone people will look to for stability in these tough times.”
“And you think that the purebloods will like him?”
“Merlin no!” Slughorn snorted. “Old Harold is even less liked than Eugenia, before her terrible death, that is. It’s going to be difficult for Dumbledore and his allies to elevate the man to Minister, and I doubt the old families will be happy about it.”
“I see.” Harry muttered, realizing that if Slughorn was right, then there was a good chance that Minchum would be Voldemort’s next target.
“Why this sudden interest about who is going to be Minister, my boy?” Slughorn looked at him closely, as if searching for deceit.
“I was speaking with Bellatrix and her sisters about it this morning.” Harry partially lied, not wanting to reveal his true motive. “Narcissa seemed to think that her grandfather could become Minister.”
He had thrown Slughorn a bone with that answer, knowing that the man loved gossip and information. Harry knew that the Professor didn’t like giving out information for free, and in a way he had ‘traded’ information about Arcturus Black potentially becoming Minister for what Slughorn knew.
Like expected, the man’s face practically lit up at the small piece of information. Even if Arcturus Black would never actually try to become Minister, the prospect was very exciting for Slughorn to simply think about.
“That is a very interesting bit of news, my boy.” Slughorn beamed. “I had heard you were close with House Black, and indeed it seems like you are to hear such things.”
Harry frowned at that last comment, watching at the potions Professor wandered away from him. He understood how people could conclude that he was close with House Black, with him sitting with the three Black sisters so frequently, but Slughorn said it in a way that implied something else. It was something to deal with later, as Harry put aside those thoughts and headed back to where he left Amelia and Bellatrix.
He made his way back to the abandoned classroom they had met in, hoping that nothing bad had happened between Bella and Amelia while he was gone. He knew the two hated each other, and there was no telling what they would do while locked in an abandoned classroom together.
He finally arrived at the door, and seeing nobody was around this part of Hogwarts, he opened it to see the last thing he expected.
The first thing that greeted him when he entered was Bellatrix’s exposed backside, being the mouthwatering sight of her huge ass. Two large cheeks up were up in the air, with her exposed glistening pussy lips out for him to see. She wasn’t alone in the room, with a pair of legs underneath her and another pair of exposed labia lips right underneath her own crotch.
He could see the two curvy feminine forms mushed together, and between their pussy lips, he could see a red fluff of hair meet a much more closely-groomed black patch of hair.
He navigated his way to the side, closing and spelling the door shut and silent behind him. It granted him a better view of the two women, their interlocking pair of large breasts, as Amelia and Bellatrix made out with one another heatedly.
“What do we have here?” It was the same words Professor Riddle had used earlier when she found himself and Narcissa in that broom closet. It had startled him then, and clearly those words had startled Bellatrix and Amelia now.
They both turned their heads, both faces blushing and red with exertion. Both girls’ hair was damp and wet, sticking to their sweaty, curvaceous forms in an appealing way that made his cock swell at the sight.
Bellatrix tried to move but failed, as both witches’ bodies were too interlocked for either one to get away. It only resulted in Bellatrix awkwardly falling down onto Amelia’s busty form, and he felt his cock harden as Bella’s fall was cushioned by the redhead’s massive pair of breasts.
“Harry, I- I can explain!” Amelia said quickly, sounding out of breath. “We were talking, a-and then-”
“And then this happened?” Harry felt his cock get rock hard as he took in the erotic sight of his two lovers. “I guess you two made up then?”
They both nodded, blushing and embarrassed as his gaze roamed their curvaceous forms. Harry didn’t care, instead letting his trousers fall to the floor as his cock was exposed to both of them. Amelia’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped at the sight, while Bella’s eyes seemingly rolled back in pleasure.
He moved up behind the two of them, the head of his shaft resting right next to both of their cores. He could take either one of them in that moment, and most men would probably go insane if they had to choose between Bellatrix Black and Amelia Bones. But Harry chose to go a different route, choosing to take both of them at once.
He pushed his cock in between their sweaty forms, feeling the warmth of their bodies combine with their soft flesh to create a strange heavenly feeling. It was almost as if he was fucking them for real, but instead he was dry fucking both of their bodies at the same time.
“Gah! Harry!” Amelia moaned out in suprise.
“Oh! It’s soo good!” Bellatrix yelled.
He groaned in pleasure, and also at the satisfaction of pleasuring both witches at the same time. He could feel their bodies sweat act as lubrication around his cock, making the experience that much more enjoyable. Soon he felt Bella’s fat ass collide with his waist, and Amelia’s own juicy bum meet his thighs.
“Oh fuck, you’re so deep!” Amelia gasped out, breathing heavily. “The head of your cock is almost touching my fucking tits! I don’t know how I’ll ever sleep knowing that.”
He let out a laugh and began sliding his cock in and out from between them, listening to both women moan. Bellatrix was a lot louder than he anticipated, sounding as if he was fucking her brains out when he hadn’t even entered her. Amelia meanwhile moaned delightfully, as their noises along with the slapping of skin filled the room.
Suddenly he felt a wetness land on his lower body, and looked down to see fluid leak from Amelia’s core. She wasn’t the only one, as soon Bellatrix’s cunt began to leak fluid as well. Seeing them both orgasm brought Harry closed to the edge, and he awkwardly gripped both of them, pushing their bodies closer together to give his cock that much more stimulation.
He felt his heavy balls give way, releasing his next load since Narcissa had sucked him off. He didn’t bother metaphorically pulling out, blowing his load between their busty forms. His body continued to thrust between them as he came, getting his seed on every part of both of their forms. It created a gooey mess of seed that showed his domination of Amelia and Bellatrix.
“Y-You came so much.” Amelia muttered, her eyes unfocused as she recovered. “I don’t think you just covered my tits, but my entire body in cum.”
Bellatrix got up and rolled off the redhead, exposing that their entire upper bodies were indeed covered in thick seed. It was somehow an even more erotic sight than anything he had seen before, and Harry felt his cock start to stir once again. It would be so easy for him to fuck both of them in that moment, to take their bodies and make them his. But Harry had things to do before it got too late.
“I did some digging while I was gone.” Harry breathed out, sitting down as he recovered from the intense session. “I think the next target will be Harold Minchum.”
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It took him more effort than he would have liked to find Minchum Manor, having to apparate multiple times over to get across the country to southern England. Usually a wizard would have used the floo for such tings, but Harry had to be as indiscreet as possible as to not draw attention to himself.
He didn’t want anyone to know he was here, nor for the Ministry to somehow track his presence in case something went wrong. He took every precaution to remain unseen once he arrived, remaining dissolusioned as he cast every charm he knew on himself to hide his presence.
After that he stayed hidden in the forest that abutted the manor, doing his best to find a good location that gave him a great view of not only the Manor itself, but the road leading up to it. Minchum Manor was surrounded by a high stone wall, with two aurors standing guard at the entrance. Without even checking, he could tell that the property was heavily warded, and knew that it would take time for Voldemort to break in even if he wanted to.
As if on command, Voldemort appeared on the road leading to the property. The Dark Lord wore dark robes with a hood that made their outfit nearly impossible to make out in the dark. For a moment, Harry could swear that Voldemort looked directly at him, those familiar glowing red eyes searching for anything nearby that might get in his way.
The Dark Lord then approached the auror guards without a care in the world, wand held loosely in his grasp.
“Hey! Stop there!” One of the aurors noticed Voldemort, stepping forward to confront him, but it was already too late.
With a flick of his wand both of the guards fell under the imperious curse, leaving them standing outside the property aimlessly. That he didn’t outright kill them meant that the Dark Lord planned to assassinate Minchum without anyone knowing. Voldemort continued on towards the property without a pause in his step, and Harry readied himself to confront his greatest enemy.
Two simultaneous red spells collided with the aurors suddenly, sending them to the ground stunned. Their two bodies were then portkeyed away, and a dissolusionment charm faded to reveal a wizard cloaked in hooded blue robes.
“So you must be the one causing all of zis chaos.” A very feminine accented voice came from the newcomer, with Harry only being able to see the back of her robes.
Voldemort turned to face the newcomer, his red eyes narrowing beneath his hood as the grip on his pale wand tightened. Clearly the woman had caught Voldemort unaware, and even Harry was confused as to her identity. To his ire, Voldemort seemed to figure out who the woman was before he did.
“You are the agent sent by the ICW.” Voldemort’s voice was rich and powerful, and distinctly feminine. If there was any doubt in his mind that Voldemort’s identity in this world was Emily Riddle, it vanished right then and there.
“Zat is correct.” The ICW agent replied. “And I can only assume it was you who murdered ze British Minister? For such crimes, I will place you under arrest. Or even kill you if need be.”
“For an agent of the ICW, you seem to be anything but discreet.” Voldemort sounded amused, as if she was playing with her food.
“It has never been in my nature to be discreet.” The agent answered. “Besides, I felt it would be easier to lure you out of hiding if my presence was known. And if zat didn’t happen, manipulating ze British Ministry to choose Minchum as their next Minister was easy enough.”
“Creatures like you always manipulate others, it’s why you’re not allowed in Britain.” Voldemort sounded genuinely irritated. “How did you know I would come here?”
“Those like you are always out for blood, and if not mine, zen perhaps ze next Minister?”
“I assure you, there is nobody like me.”
“So you would think.” The ICW agent replied. “Rituals, dark magic, and even a few human sacrifices to make yourself powerful. You Dark Lords are all the same-”
“Avada Kedavra!”
Suddenly Voldemort’s wand flashed, and the ICW agent missed the killing curse headed for her by mere inches. The woman spun and retaliated, sending a group of nonlethal spells Voldemort’s way to try and stun her. It was clear she was just testing Voldemort, using spells that standard aurors used, and likely had more dangerous spells up her sleeve saved for later.
Voldemort brushed the woman’s spells aside like they were an annoyance, not wasting any time as she immediately began hurling dark curses her way. It made Harry’s brows raise, seeing Riddle didn’t waste any time whatsoever before bringing out the big guns. Usually large duels started at the bottom with less powerful spells before making their way up in terms of casting difficulty and required magical power.
To see Voldemort casting such powerful dark curses right from the start meant she wanted this over quickly. No doubt Riddle wanted to take out the ICW agent and then kill Minchum before any aurors arrived.
Harry knew he should have intervened, but he couldn’t help but watch the fight. It helped him analyze his opponent, and take note of Voldemort’s own insane casting speed along with her snake-like ability for dodging incoming spells. Riddle’s opponent was no slouch either, seemingly dancing through Voldemort’s spellfire like she was some sort of ballerina.
The woman soon came to a stop, and to Harry’s shock, put away her wand. He wondered if she was going to surrender or even run away, only to watch as blue fire erupted from her palms. It was hot, something he could tell even while far away, as the blue fire coalesced into a tidal wall of flame before slamming down onto Voldemort’s location.
He had to shield his eyes from how bright the attack was, watching as the blue flames swirled around Riddle’s last position before dissipating.
It was an attack that likely would have killed anyone else, but Harry knew that it wouldn’t be enough to put down Voldemort. As if listening to his very thoughts, the smoke cleared enough for Voldemort to be revealed. Unharmed.
“For a moment, I thought that you would be able to match me.” Voldemort coldly remarked, flicking some soot off of her robes. “It seems I was wrong.”
“Monstre!” The blue-robed woman gasped in horror. “How did you survive ze Veela fire?!”
“As fun as this was, I’m afraid that our little game ends here. I’m beginning to tire of this.” Voldemort pointed her wand at the woman in front of her, and Harry prepared to intervene. “Fiend-”
His spell ripped across the landscape right as Voldemort began her incantation, causing the Dark Lord to stop and turn around. His spell’s power was so great that it uprooted entire trees as it beared down on Voldemort. He could see Riddle begin the process of casting the strongest shield she probably could make in as short a time as possible, but even then he knew it wouldn’t be enough.
But Harry didn’t pay attention to her, instead he quickly apparated right next to the mysterious ICW agent. He got a better look at the woman from up close, seeing her wide blue eyes and long blonde hair. His hand reached out and grabbed her before she could protest, and quickly used apparition to transport both of them away.
A/N: Apologies for not uploading earlier this week, as this chapter took me longer than expected to finish, and I had to work out some of the “plot” I had planned for this story.
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Apolline Delacour on the scene!
Daeron Targaryen
Dammit can he please just seduce Lady Riddle already 🤣
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