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Whirlwind in Time Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 15:03:07 +0000 UTCThere was something about the way he treated her. Like she was nothing, a mere obstacle he could easily overcome, akin to any useless bimbo. She could feel the grip of his coarse hand upon her plump thigh, all the while staring into that emerald gaze of his.
It should have infuriated her, having a boy take control of her in such a way, but instead she found the change to be nice. Most boys ogled her, sweet talked and flirted any time she was near, but Harry did none of that. Instead he instantly took control of her when she started taunting him, using his sheer power to put her in her place.
He looked at her with deadly eyes that seemed to see all the way down to her soul, making her shiver and her core heat up. She could feel the power wafting off him, the muscles contained within those robes he wore, and the sheer power contained in his wand. He was a true wizard, someone powerful, and Bellatrix found herself mesmerized.
She panted like a bitch in heat, feeling her loins get hotter than ever before as her pussy leaked and stained her panties. She glanced down at his groin, feeling her eyes widen in lust at the huge impression of his manhood upon his trousers. ‘Fuck, he’s huge!’
“Do you want me to take you, Bellatrix?” He asked.
She could feel herself quivering with anticipation, her body preparing itself to breed and reproduce with a powerful wizard. It was what witches were made for, after all, to be claimed and fucked by the most powerful wizards around. “Yesss~”
She imagined Narcissa and Andromeda at that moment, sitting with their own respective boyfriends. Lucius Malfoy and Ted Tonks were weak men in her opinion, and she would never let wizards of their caliber lay a hand on her. But when stacked up against the powerful wizard in front of her, the two were like muggles in comparison.
“You need this badly, don’t you, Bellatrix?” Her new master asked. “Why don’t you go ahead and get on your knees.”
She immediately moved to the floor beneath him, heels pushed against her fat cheeks and her hands resting comfortably on her plump thighs. Bellatrix was so close to his crotch in this position, and a million different perverted thoughts ran through her mind as she blushed.
Suddenly, a firm grip landed on her hair, and Harry’s strong fingers dug comfortably into her scalp. She moved towards his touch as if attracted to it, almost like she was his pet.
“It would be so easy for me to take you right now.” He said from above her, watching as she sat on her knees. Her heart quickened at that, knowing he could fuck her in that moment with ease, but instead he decided on something else. “Why don’t you start by sucking my cock.”
Bellatrix moved quickly, undoing his trousers hurriedly before pulling them down. A massive pole of flesh erupted outwards, a huge cock of colossal size that was as thick as his bicep and over a foot long. It stretched outwards, pointing out before falling under its own weight, with a huge mushroom head at the front of it that looked more akin to a battering ram from her perspective. Two hefty balls rested comfortably in his ballbag, big enough to overfill her palms with their sheer size and likely powerful enough to fill her poor pussy to the absolute brim with his seed.
Harry Peverell let out a manly groan in response, and Bella bit her lip as a drip of her arousal fell down her inner thigh. “Y-You’re huge!”
His hand squeezed her scalp in response, as Harry looked down at her with pure lust. She knew what he wanted her to do, and she was glad to do it.
Her mouth parted like an ‘O’, with Harry gripping her hair as he guided towards the tip of his cock. He pushed the head in first, past her plump lips, and the rest of the shaft in afterwards. He fed inch after inch into her mouth, bulging out her cheeks under his sheer girth, until it finally reached her throat.
But Harry didn’t stop. He only became more dominant, forcing his huge cock down her throat as Bellatrix gagged and choked under it. She could feel her throat bulging under his thickness, each huge vein making contact with her insides, until her nose made contact with his groin and his big balls collided with her chin.
He pulled back slowly, and Bellatrix felt the copious amounts of precum and saliva drip out of her mouth. It fell down between the space of where her lips made contact with his pole, falling onto her dress shirt and staining the fabric.
Harry let out a groan, and Bellatrix could feel it reverberate through her body and all the way to her core. It was the simple act of giving him pleasure that made her happy, and she felt fluid leak from her hot pussy at the thought.
His hips suddenly pushed forwards, and her head collided with his groin as he once again fed her his cock. She groaned, as her head was forcefully bobbed up and down the big cock by him, all the while more and more saliva poured out of her mouth.
Her vision became blurry with each thrust, but she kept going, looking up into Harry’s gaze as he face-fucked her. Her poor pussy was soaking wet, the pleasure of having him dominate her being too much to handle. One of her hands threaded down and massaged it, desperately seeking relief as his shaft pummeled her mouth.
Harry seemed to notice what she was doing, and he laughed. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you, bitch?”
No one had dared talk to her that way, and Bellatrix moaned in delusion as she came. The sheer arrogance, the dominance, the power of the wizard in front of her was too much to handle. He had reduced her to a moaning wreck, all the while his grip never loosened on her hair. If anything, he only seemed to get more emboldened, fucking her throat harder and faster.
Finally, with a manly groan, he slammed her face against his crotch as his cock seemed to double in size. The first load from his big balls went straight down her throat and into her stomach, and the next one after that did the same, all the while Bellatrix desperately tried to stay conscious.
When he was finally done with her, Harry Peverell pulled his cock out of her mouth, and Bellatrix desperately gasped for air.
“Good girl.” His hand rubbed her hair comfortably, and she preened at his praise.
“T-Thank you, my lord.” She panted.
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He left Bellatrix to let her recover soon after, exploring the rest of the train before it finally arrived at the station. He exited one of the train cars with his trunk to find himself standing amongst a sea of students. So many students, in fact, that he could barely move.
Carriages were endlessly filled one after the other, and Harry didn’t dare hope to somehow find Bellatrix in all the chaos. He soon entered a nearby carriage when it arrived, finding a beautiful brunette and redhead sitting inside.
“Hello, I don’t think we’ve met before.” The beautiful redhead girl reached out her hand for him to kiss. “I’m Amelia Bones.”
Harry gave it a quick kiss. “Harry Peverell.”
“Are you new to Hogwarts?” The other girl asked asked. “You look to be in our year.”
“Err… I am.” He replied awkwardly, realizing he likely needed a cover story. But Amelia seemed to intervene, not wanting to question him too much.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell us everything.” She smiled kindly. “There are a couple new students from the continent joining us this year, so it’s hardly a suprise.”
Harry frowned in thought, not having heard of new students being all that common. “There are?”
“Yep.” The other girl rolled her eyes. “Some of the fancier purebloods tend to make betrothal contracts with families on the continent. As such, many of their partners transfer schools to be here at Hogwarts, or vice versa.”
“Huh.” Was all Harry could say, never having heard of such a thing before. It sounded like a very pureblood thing to do, as Sirius had only mentioned betrothal contracts to him a handful of times.
“I’m Marlene by the way, Marlene McKinnon.” The beautiful brunette across from him smiled.
‘Marlene McKinnon, they got her whole family.’ Harry recognized the name from the past Order members. It strangely made sense for her to be friends with Amelia Bones, and not with a future Death Eater like Bellatrix.
“Nice to meet you.” Harry nodded back, concealing his suprise. “What Houses are you two in?”
“Gryffindor.” Marlene shrugged.
“Hufflepuff.” Amelia smiled at his confusion. “Houses aren’t really a big deal, and no one really cares what House you get sorted into anyways. So I’m sure we can still be friends if you get sorted somewhere else.”
The way she said friends set alarm bells off in his mind, especially after his dalliance with Bellatrix on the train, but Harry would figure that out later.
From his time, the Hogwarts Houses were a big deal. Friendships and relationships were almost entirely determined by what House you were sorted into. And based upon what he saw so far, it seemed like so much had changed between his parents time and his own when it came to Hogwarts.
He guessed that it was Voldemort, along with his Slytherin allies that caused so much divide in the wizarding world, especially when it came to what House you were sorted into. Harry even remembered Ron telling him in his first year how Voldemort was sorted into Slytherin, and how big of a deal that supposedly was.
There was also the fact that so many students were at Hogwarts in this time compared to his own school years. Gryffindor had been made up of only a few dozen students at most, and Hogwarts as a whole having a couple hundred. Yet Harry had witnessed seemingly thousands in comparison on the train platform, and he genuinely had to wonder if Voldemort had killed that many wizarding families during the war.
‘Or maybe they moved away?’ He wondered, remembering what Marlene had said about transfer students. Wizards could travel with ease, and it made sense that so many would leave Britain because of a war.
“Did you hear the rumors about the new defense Professor?” Marlene suddenly asked, looking at Amelia.
“I didn’t.” Amelia looked interested. “Hopefully whoever they are, they’re better than the last one.”
“All I heard is that it’s a woman.” Marlene shrugged, before gaining a teasing look on her face. “Maybe this time you’ll get the top spot.”
Amelia twitched, the kind redhead girl looking irritated for the first time he had seen her. ‘I wonder what that’s about?’
The carriage then came to a stop, and Harry opened the door for both Marlene and Amelia to exit. They graciously did, and he followed the crowd from there into Hogwarts. The castle still looked the same from his own time, and Harry was grateful for that.
“Excuse me,” A sudden voice got his attention, and Harry looked over to the side to see a professor looking at him. It took him a moment to recognize her due to her youth, but he could tell she was a younger version of Professor McGonagall. “New students will need to sorted ahead of time, before the ceremony, Mister…”
“It’s Peverell.” He answered simply.
“Ah, you must he Harry Peverell, you were one of the newest students written down recently in the book of Admittance.” She smiled. “I’m Professor McGonagall.”
“A pleasure.” Harry nodded, feeling strange about talking to this younger, nicer version of Professor McGonagall.
“Please follow me.”
He followed her away from the main entrance leading towards the Great Hall, and to a side chamber where the Sorting Hat sat on a stool. She gestured for Harry to sit, and he did so, and then the sorting hat was placed on his head.
“Hmm? What’s this?” The hat asked inside his head. “Another Potter? But you’re not really a Potter, are you?”
Harry stiffened, feeling a deep seated worry settle in his gut. He was still figuring out his new way in this world, including his identity, and the last thing he wanted was for the Sorting hat to expose him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll do nothing of the sort.” The hat interjected, likely listening to his thoughts. “I’ve been enchanted to keep everything I see in students minds a secret, so you’ll be safe with me.”
‘Thank you.’ Harry relaxed. ‘Do you have any idea what’s going on with me?’
“Not a clue.” The hat replied. “Although I have sorted time-travelers before, so you shouldn’t be too worried about it. Shit happens, after all.”
‘When was the last one you sorted?’
“A couple centuries ago, if I had to guess. But we probably shouldn’t waste any more time, Minnie is getting quite annoyed.”
Harry noticed that Professor McGonagall was looking irritated at how long his sorting was taking. The Professor’s eyes were narrowed in annoyance, and her foot tapped irritantly.
“Well, I know exactly where to put you this time.” The hat sounded smug. “You’ll fit right in with the snake pit in-”
‘Stop!’ Harry thought desperately. ‘I can’t go to Slytherin!’
“Of course you can!” The hat retorted. “You already refused Slytherin once, and that’s all I can allow! Besides, you’ve already become quite acquainted with Ms. Black.”
He thought back to the interaction with Bellatrix on the train, and felt himself blush in embarrassment. The hat laughed in his head, making the embarrassment worse, and Harry quickly pushed the thought away.
“If that won’t convince you, then you should probably consider this.” The hat suddenly sounded serious. “Things are different in this world, compared to your old one. So much so, that I doubt you’ll have much of anything to worry about.”
‘But what about Voldemort?’ Harry grit his teeth. ‘I still have to stop him!’
“Heh, you sure are in for one rude awakening, especially since I never sorted a student by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle.” The hat said, before opening its mouth. “Slytherin!”
McGonagall lifted the hat off his head, as Harry stood up in a daze.
“Your sorting was one of the longest I’ve seen.” She said to him, as they both headed back towards the Great Hall. “Congratulations on being sorted into Slytherin.”
“Thank you, Professor.” Harry replied faintly, still thinking through the hat’s revelations. ‘What did it mean by saying Tom never attended Hogwarts?’
He moved on autopilot towards the entrance hall, entering with the last group of students before making his way over to the Slytherin table of all places. Even in his strange state, Harry couldn’t help but notice just how many more students were at Hogwarts this time around, as the Great Hall seemed way bigger than he was used to, with quadruple the number of students filling each table.
A black-haired girl waved to him as he made his way over, who he recognized as Bellatrix, and he moved to sit next to her. Bellatrix wasn’t alone, sitting across from her was a beautiful brunette and gorgeous blonde girl, the latter of which Harry struggled not to stare at.
“Congratulations about being sorted into Slytherin.” Bellatrix smiled at him as he sat, before looking at the two girls across from them. “Harry, these are my sisters, Narcissa and Andromeda. Cissy and Andy, this is Harry Peverell.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Peverell.” Narcissa said formally from across the table. “You may call me Narcissa.”
“And how did you and Bella meet?” Andromeda asked, looking narrowly between him and Bellatrix.
“We met on the train.” Harry answered. “I’m new to Hogwarts, and your sister was nice enough to sit with me.”
For some reason, Andromeda didn’t look too pleased by that answer, and opened her mouth to speak again. But that was when the doors to the Great Hall closed, and Dumbledore stood up to speak.
Harry didn’t know how he had missed the Headmaster, someone he had witnessed die in his old world, and he especially didn’t know how to feel about the man. He was the wizard who had played a role in so much of his life, and pitted him against Voldemort time and time again. And yet here the man was, younger and more happy than Harry had ever seen him before.
“Another year of Hogwarts begins, and I must say that this will certainly be an enjoyable one!” Dumbledore began, sound much more cheerful than Harry remembered. Maybe it was the war, along with his cursed hand that made Dumbledore more gloomy in his time, but seeing him lively and happy was good. “And now, let us begin the sorting ceremony, and welcome our new students to the Wizarding world!”
The doors opened on his command, and a long stream of first year students entered behind McGonagall. The hall was silent as each was called up and sorted by the Hat, with Harry barely recognizing any of the students. He figured this was his parents generation, and it wasn’t until one name was called that he understood what was happening.
“Evans, Lily!” McGonagall called.
A small redhead girl walked up to the hat, looking cute in her formal Hogwarts uniform that conflicted against her fiery red hair. It was his mother who was being sorted, and Harry stared in shock as the girl turned to face them all. She did have his same green eyes, and her face was covered in small freckles.
“Gryffindor!” The hat finally shouted, and Harry clapped along with everyone else.
‘If my mother is getting sorted, then my father must be as well.’ Harry thought, suddenly watching the sorting with renewed vigor as new students were sorted alphabetically.
Lupin and then eventually Pettigrew were each sorted into Gryffindor, and then his father was called up. James Potter looked like a younger version of himself, albeit with nicer robes and a more confident poise, but Harry could easily see the resemblance.
The sorting ceremony soon ended, and Harry watched as Dumbledore stood up again to speak. “Before we settle in to eat, I believe there are some changes amongst the staff that should be addressed first.”
A black-haired woman at the staff table stood, and Harry felt himself involuntarily tense. She had pale skin with perfect aristocratic features that went with straight long black hair and familiar blue eyes. He would guess she was in her thirties, and could say she was one of the most beautiful and put-together women he had ever seen. But that didn’t stop the terrible feeling in his gut, as he stared into those strangely familiar blue eyes.
“I would like to announce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor,” Dumbledore glanced back at her for a moment, a hint of wariness in his posture. “Professor Emily Riddle.”
A/N: I wasn’t fully on board with female Voldemort, but decided to throw her in anyway and see how things will go.
Comments
Nash
Ehehehe this is gonna be good
Daniel
Curious to see where this goes
Daeron Targaryen
Harry is about to get a dark lady mommy it seems
