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A Flame Awakened Chapter 1.
🕑 Added 2023-09-03 15:45:32 +0000 UTCBlurb:
Following Voldemort’s return an unexpected conversation forces Harry to face the fact that he is woefully unprepared to face his nemesis. Supported by unexpected allies, he vows to do everything in his power to change that, to be the leader the world thinks he is.
Between newfound love, political responsibilities, and training to ensure he is ready for his inevitable showdown with Voldemort, Harry’s life is about to become a lot more interesting.
(Eventual Powerful! Harry. Harry/Multi Ship.)
Content Warnings: Dry Humping, Breast Play, Teasing.
The alcohol had been a mistake. Well, it wasn’t exactly a mistake, but it had certainly been unwise. A drunk group this big would undoubtedly attract attention and with Umbridge breathing down their necks, attention was the last thing members of Dumbledore’s Army needed.
But he had been hard-pressed to say no when Fred and George had broken out the chest of Firewhiskey after a particularly hard training session where most of them had tried (and failed) to conjure a corporeal Patronus. They were all frustrated, exhausted, and in serious need of blowing off steam.
Harry himself was no better. The constant nightmares, the daily torture at Umbridge’s hands, and the stress of preparing for his inevitable showdown with Voldemort meant that he was constantly on edge and lashing out at everyone around him.
A break, Fred and George had pointed out as they passed him a glass full of firewhiskey, would do him good.
One drink turned into five and the gathering devolved into an impromptu party. Parvati was on Dean’s lap, moaning quietly as his hand slipped into her blouse. Ron and Seamus were locked in a passionate argument about the Chudley Canons. Harry himself was seated in a corner nursing a glass and enjoying the gentle burn of the liquid making its way down his throat. He ignored Cho’s glare. It wasn’t like he could do anything about her anger or the spectacular failure of their relationship. His friendship with Hermione was non-negotiable but even if they were successful in awkwardly tiptoeing around that issue, her efforts to turn him into a replacement for Cedric had been the last straw.
I should never have asked her out on the train. Or snogged her. Or said yes when she pulled me into that classroom-
Harry paused and drained his glass. His year was turning out to be full of nothing but regret.
He mulled over everything that had gone wrong since that fateful night in the graveyard while the people in the room slowly dispersed back to their Common Rooms. A few, he knew, would end up together in one of the many empty classrooms or broom cupboards of the castle.
Hermione (the only one among them with the good sense to stay somewhat sober) was by the door to the Room of Requirement, ushering out DA members in groups of two and three to make sure they didn’t attract undue attention.
People gradually filtered out of the room until it was just him, Hermione, and Padma left.
Harry stood when Hermione started to make her way towards the quiet Ravenclaw. “It’s okay, I’ve got her. You should break that up and make sure they get back to our dorms safely,” Harry said, waving the glass in his hand in the direction of Ron and Seamus shoving each other in the hallway.
“You sure?” Hermione looked at him dubiously.
Harry forced himself to stand still and nodded. “I’m just tipsy, Mione. I’ll be fine. Professor McGonagall will murder Ron if she catches him starting a drunken brawl in the hallway. Behavior befitting a Prefect and whatnot.” He tried not to sound bitter. He didn’t even want the position, it was just that he had been conditioned by everyone around him (Hermione included) to believe that he’d be the one to get it.
And when he hadn’t, it hurt.
“Alright,” Hermione nodded and slipped out the door, shutting it behind her. Harry watched the wood morph into smooth stone before he turned and made his way over to Padma.
She was sitting in front of a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, sipping from a half-empty glass of firewhiskey as she gazed at her reflection.
“Padma?” He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. She was still startled and she jumped, the panic in her eyes subsiding once she turned and realized who had touched her.
“Harry Potter,” she drawled with a drunken smile. She grabbed the hand he had extended and allowed him to pull her to her feet, swaying slightly as she stood.
“I think that’s quite enough,” Harry murmured.
“This is only my second glass.” Padma held up two fingers and pouted when he took the glass from her hands and placed it on the floor next to his own.
“What were you doing?”
“Looking at myself.” Padma turned to the mirror with a morose expression. “Trying to figure out what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s-” Harry paused, his eyes subconsciously sweeping over the girl’s reflection in the mirror. While Parvati and her both had sleek black hair and flawless brown skin, that was where their similarity ended. Padma was a head shorter than her sister and had big, innocent brown eyes and plump red lips. Her cloak usually obscured her curvy figure but she had taken it off and Harry’s breath hitched as his gaze took in her large chest and wide hips.
“Why do you think there’s something wrong with you?”
“Because J-Justin was snogging Trudy… Whoops!” Padma squealed as she stumbled and landed right in the arms Harry had instinctively extended to break her fall. “You know, you’d make a great dominant,” Padma mumbled as she poked Harry’s bicep. “You’re a great teacher and you’re so kind and gentle. Bet you’d unlock my core in no time.”
“T-thanks?” Harry stammered. He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Her hands shifted to his chest. He blushed as her fingers slowly traced the outline of his firm muscles over his shirt.
“Can I let you in on a little secret?”
“Uhm… okay.” He tightened his hold on her to make sure she didn’t lose her balance, blushing as his own hands brushed against her bosom.
“I think you’re very cute and I really wanted you to take me to the Yule Ball. I even asked Parvati if she could ask you…” She paused and hiccuped. She was sloshed. It was obvious that she had lost self-control and was revealing things she never would have if she had been sober. “Doesn’t matter,” she said sadly, nuzzling into his chest. “Nobody would want me if they could have my sister.”
Her sad voice was slurred and Harry had no idea what she was talking about. The Yule Ball was ancient history. He tried to gently set her down on the floor before she hurt herself but she wrinkled her nose and poked his chest, then his bicep.
“Why do you wear such horrible clothes though? You look like a hot scarecrow.”
Harry glanced at his oversized gray shirt. “Uh… they belong to my cousin. It’s a long story.”
“Your girlfriend should get you better clothes. You have a really nice chest.” Her cheeks were flushed, both from the alcohol and from her sudden brazenness. She had no idea how to flirt, so she innocently decided to praise everything she liked about him. “And such pretty eyes,” she murmured. “You’d be the perfect master for any apprentice witch.”
“I don’t know what you’re… Can we circle back to Justin snogging Trudy and why that’s gotten you into a funk?”
“Because Fletchley asked her out to Hogsmeade and she said yes because she thought…” The woman behind him paused, almost as if she realized Padma’s secrets were not hers to tell. “Doesn’t matter. They had an entire date planned for tomorrow until she accidentally overheard him telling Smith that he was going to take her virginity and dump her after he won their bet. She was going to be his third ‘conquest’. Men.” The voice shifted from neutral to disgusted at the last word. “If I had to guess, Smith bet him he couldn’t get Pads in bed with him.”
Harry tensed and turned around with Padma still in his arms. His frown deepened when he realized the source of the voice had been Daphne Greengrass, one of only three Slytherins to join their group. She had emerged from the small bathroom the room had provided since their third meeting and was patting her face dry with a handkerchief as she made her way toward them.
While his decision to let them join had been met with intense pushback, not even Ron had dared to say anything to the Ice Queen’s face. And in the three months they had been a part of the group, Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise had shown no indication of ulterior motives. Like everyone else, it seemed they were simply there to learn how to defend themselves.
“He said all this while he was snogging Smith?” Harry asked, rolling his eyes. “I mean, I knew he was a dick but this is low, even for him.”
“Yep.” Daphne walked over to them and looked at Padma critically. “She’s in no condition to make it back to Ravenclaw and I can’t take her back to my dorms.” She gently grabbed Padma’s wrist and led the drunken girl to the mountain of pillows they had used to cushion falls while practicing the Stupefy. “She can just sleep it off here.”
Padma giggled. “Harry is perfect,” she whispered in a loud whisper.
Daphne rolled her eyes fondly. Her friend had a massive crush on him and if Harry Potter wasn’t as blind as a bat, he’d have noticed all the tiny things Padma did to show it.
“Why can’t she go back to Ravenclaw?”
Daphne helped her drunk friend settle down on the pillows and covered her with a folded blanket that was present on them for some reason before she turned to Harry and looked at him like he had lost his marbles.
“How do you expect any of us to answer a riddle in this state? I’ve tried a few, they’re hard to figure out when you’re sober, Potter. In our state, it’ll be practically impossible.”
“I’m not that drunk,” Harry protested. He frowned when he mulled over her words. “Why would we need to answer a riddle?”
Daphne looked at Harry incredulously. “Are you telling me you don’t know how Ravenclaws access their Common Room and Dormitories after five years in this castle?”
“Uh… I never had any reason to go to Ravenclaw Tower,” Harry muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Your girlfriend is a Ravenclaw. Too busy staring at Chang’s ass to notice the world around you?” Daphne asked as grabbed a pillow and sat down on it. She sighed as she leaned against the mirror and picked up the bottle of firewhiskey.
“I’m not… Are you always this sarcastic?” The Daphne in front of him seemed to be completely different than the one he had observed in public.
“Only when I’m sufficiently drunk.”
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m not going to leave Padma alone. You can go if you want to, I’m staying the night.”
“No, I meant-” He gestured at the bottle. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t have to go anywhere and my father taught me it’s a crime to waste good alcohol.” She took a swig and held out the bottle for him. “I'm pretty sure I’m going to regret asking this but do you want to keep me company?”
Harry sighed and sat down. A night away from the usual crap in his life didn’t sound too bad.
Maybe I won’t have nightmares if I get drunk and pass out.
He swiped the bottle from her hands and sat down on the neon pink pillow she laid out for him.
“Why do you care so much about her?” he asked curiously as he took a sip and passed the bottle back to Daphne. As far as he knew the three Slytherins kept their distance from everyone else in the group. Padma often paired up with Daphne while practicing, but he hadn’t realized that was because they knew each other.
“She’s a friend,” Daphne answered simply.
“I didn’t know you had any friends.”
“For your information, I have three if you don’t count my sister.”
“Tracey, Blaise, and Padma.”
“Yep.” Daphne coughed and placed the bottle between them, allowing them to take turns drinking from it.
“Four now.”
Daphne looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“I consider you a friend.” In a strange way, he did. Every member of DA had become his friend, even the ones who’d probably stab him if he looked at them wrong.
“Do you now? You want to run that by your real friends first? Weasley looks at me like I’m covered in maggots.”
Harry passed her the bottle and watched her sip from it.
“I love him but he takes House rivalry far too seriously. George tells me he keeps staring at you because his pea brain can’t handle being terrified and aroused by you at the same time.”
Daphne sprayed the floor in front of them with firewhiskey. She coughed violently, stiffening when Harry pulled her closer. She relaxed as soon as he started rubbing her back and turned her attention to clearing out her burning throat.
“That’s it. I’m lopping off my hair, chest, and ass,” Daphne said hoarsely. “Being catcalled by Malfoy daily was already bad enough but I refuse to be Ronald Weasley’s wet dream.”
“I doubt your husband would like that very much. Don’t… don’t tell him about this. The last thing I need is more detention with Umbridge.”
“Why would you have detention with Umbridge?” Daphne asked as she slowly straightened. She handed him the nearly empty bottle and leaned against the mirror behind them.
“Well, I’d have to defend my idiot best friend from an enraged Slytherin. Your husband would probably complain about our fight to Snape. Snape will give me detention and Umbridge has used her powers to make it so that I have to serve every detention I get with her.”
“Fuck, she’s an evil bitch.”
Harry couldn’t help himself. He laughed. “You know, I like this side of you. Maybe you should get drunk in meetings more often.”
Daphne’s cheeks turned pink. She ignored what he said and changed the subject. “Why do you think I have a husband?”
“Well, husband-to-be. That’s how it works with Purebloods, isn’t it? Your parents have already picked out someone for you to marry.”
“Oh, so you do listen to your girlfriend. My bad for assuming you only pay attention to Cho’s ass,” Daphne teased with a grin.
She tilted her head to look at him and Harry’s heart skipped a beat. Her stormy gray eyes were full of amusement and utterly captivating. Her blonde curls were spilling out of the messy bun on top of her head and her cheeks were tinged with pink. Daphne’s plump, red lips curled into a small smile.
“Tracey overheard Cho telling Edgecomb that you were an ass man. Between you and me, her ass? Not that great. Granger’s ass though.” Daphne whistled.
Harry blushed. “We broke up. I’m not dating her anymore. And Hermione is just a friend.”
“Was the break up because of her subpar ass or because she was trying to turn you into Cedric 2.0?” Daphne asked casually. She chuckled at the surprised expression on Harry’s face. “All of us could see it. She told you they were betrothed, didn't she?”
“Yep. On our very first date.” Every conversation with Cho had somehow always ended up being about Cedric. By the third date, it had started to feel like he was in a throuple with Cho and Cedric’s ghost. “Their parents had arranged it and they grew up together. I feel bad for her, I really do. But I don’t want to be anyone’s replacement. It was clear she thought of me as Cedric in her head whenever we were together. I wanted to move on and it was obvious that she didn’t.”
“Good. You’re far too brilliant to be a dead man’s shadow, Potter.”
Harry blushed and cleared his throat. Her compliment had caused an unfamiliar warmth to flare up in his chest and he had no idea what to make of it so he changed the subject again. “What about you? Who are you betrothed to? Please don’t say Malfoy.”
“I’ll jump off the Astronomy Tower before I let him touch me.” Daphne sighed. “No one. My parents have a list of suitors ready for me but I convinced them to let me wait until after I give my OWLs. Come summer I’ll pick the least repulsive man from that list. My parents will start negotiations with his family and if they’re successful we’ll get engaged. If, by some miracle, I manage to get through the next two years without murdering him, we'll get married after I give my NEWTs.”
“You don’t sound too happy about it.”
“Oh no, Potter. I’m thrilled at the prospect of having to marry one of the many assholes who populate my House. Maybe I’ll be lucky and all my choices are old men looking for a young body to warm their bed.” Daphne pulled her hair free from the bun and ran her fingers through her golden locks frustratedly. “I’m so excited to submit my body to such a man, to be a set of holes for him to shove his limp cock into. Every woman dreams of giving up her ambitions and becoming a glorified doll in her husband’s house,” Daphne drawled sarcastically. She gulped down the last of the firewhiskey and hiccuped quietly.
“Then don’t do it,” Harry said, utterly confused. If she hated the idea so much why would she ever go through with it?
Daphne laughed bitterly. “It’s that simple, huh? You know, when you quit slacking off with Weasley and take up the responsibilities that come with being a Potter you’ll realize nothing in life is that easy.”
“You think my life is easy?!” Harry growled, his temper flaring.
Daphne shook her head. “I think your life is horrible. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Someone weaker than you would have died or lost their mind a long time ago.” She had heard the rumors of his adventures and had even seen some of them with her own eyes the year before. “But you refuse to recognize your strength or use your power and that makes your life more difficult than it should be,” Daphne said seriously. “Stop hoping Dumbledore will fix everything. He isn’t the Dark Lord’s nemesis. You are. Wasting your time with Weasley while the Dark Lord gathers strength and allies with every passing day is going to get a lot of us killed. I have to marry the right man to make sure I’m not on that list of casualties.”
“I don’t-”
Daphne’s gray eyes lost their playfulness. “Neither you nor I will have the luxury to marry for love, Harry. If you’re smart you will marry women who will give you the influence you need to get the Ministry behind you in your fight against Voldemort. I have to marry someone who will keep my family safe and side with their interests in Wizengamot. Or at least, won’t stab us in the back.”
Harry frowned at her words. She was wrong. She had to be. But he couldn’t shake her warning from his mind.
Is she? A quiet voice in her head asked. Every time you faced Voldemort you won because of sheer luck. How long until that luck runs out?
He sighed. It was late and he was drunk. If he was going to change his entire life, he decided he’d make that decision when he was sober.
“You could do what Cho did. Find someone suitable and likable.”
“It’s that simple, is it, Harry?” Daphne snorted in a very unladylike fashion and rolled her eyes. “Do you think it’s easy finding a man I like who is also powerful enough to keep my family safe? I don’t know if you’ve noticed but most influential men and their heirs tend to be utter arseholes.”
Harry had no idea what to say so he simply set the empty glass bottle on the floor and spun it. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room were that of glass clinking against stone and Padma’s quiet, adorable snores.
Daphne kept staring at him the whole time. Her mind was racing. Her words had sown the seed of an idea in her brain, something that would help them both. She just needed to test something first.
She suddenly lunged forward, grabbed his face, and turned it towards her.
“Daphne what’re you doing-”
“Something very stupid,” Daphne whispered and then her lips were on him, cutting him off. Harry stayed frozen in place as she kissed him. Disappointed by his reaction, she pulled away from him.
Harry groaned, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his lap. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at her soft lower lip until she moaned and allowed his tongue to enter.
She had no idea what she was doing but she followed his lead, her heart speeding up in her chest as their tongues dueled. Her lungs were burning but his hands were on her cheeks and she couldn’t pull away. Just as she was starting to get light-headed he pulled away from her and stared at her with dark lust-filled eyes. His heated gaze sent a shiver down her spine.
Their chests were heaving as they gasped for breath.
“This is a mistake,” Daphne whispered but did not move. She liked where she was, in his lap, with his strong arms wrapped around her.
“I know.” Harry’s hands shifted again, this time to her chest. His fingers sank into the heavy creamy mounds and Daphne moaned, arching her back to push out her chest into his waiting hands.
He gently massaged her breasts and her body reacted to him instinctively. Her hips gently rocked against his crotch, grinding her perilously exposed womanhood against the rapidly growing tent in his pants.
Her panties were soaked, small streams of her arousal leaking from around its edges and streaming down her creamy thighs. A few rivulets even reached his trousers, staining the dark fabric.
“H-haaaary,” Daphne gasped, experiencing pleasure in a way she had never done before.
Harry grunted and moved his hands to her cloak. She raised her hips to let him pull it over her head and toss it to the floor.
She knew she was supposed to stop him. They had already gone further than was proper. This was the first time in her life that she had strayed from the path her parents had laid out for her and rebellion felt oh-so-good.
His trembling fingers were now unbuttoning her white uniform blouse. He ripped apart a fair few buttons in his hurry to get it off her. Once the last button was undone she rolled her shoulders to push the shirt down her arms and allowed him to pull it free and toss it away.
He set her down on the cloak and climbed on top of her, as much a slave to biological instinct as she was.
The alcohol had lowered their inhibitions but they were both extremely aware of what they were about to do and neither seemed to be in the mood to stop.
“Hand around my throat,” Daphne gasped, trying to keep her wits about her even as her mind was clouded with lust.
“What?”
“Do it. Please?”
Give a man power over you and he’ll show you his true colors.
Harry carefully wrapped his hand around her throat. His finger gently caressed the pulse point in her neck and she shivered. She was completely at his mercy but that had been the entire point of her request.
“Pearls suit you.” His hand shifted to her necklace and he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Daphne moaned quietly and allowed his tongue to enter the warm embrace of her mouth once more. She pulled him closer as their tongues sparred, eliminating the distance between them.
“Pads was right,” Daphne giggled breathlessly when he pulled away. She gazed up at the man looming over her with a shy smile. “You’d make one hell of a dominant.”
“I still have no idea what that was about.”
Daphne grinned and patted the floor with her right hand until she located Padma’s bag. She pulled it towards them and fumbled with the zip until Harry took pity on her and opened it himself.
“Topmost book,” Daphne instructed, settling back on the floor with a happy sigh. Her golden hair flared out around her like a halo. Her heavy breasts quivered with every breath and her alabaster skin stood in stark contrast to the black cloak beneath her.
Harry pulled out the heavy, leather-bound book. “Magic and Submission: A Witch’s Guide to Unlocking Her True Potential,” he murmured, scanning the title.
“It’s all about witches unlocking their core by binding themselves to a lover. Apparently the binding not only helps a witch reach her true potential, but her strength is linked with the person who binds her to them, exponentially increasing their own power. Padma is fascinated by the concept. Her mother is an expert in soul magic and she hopes to follow in her footsteps.”
“Oh.” Harry blushed and resisted the urge to open the book.
“Keep it.” She stopped him from pushing the book back inside the bag. “I think you’ll find it interesting and I need to get Padma’s mind off of what happened with Fletchley. This book is a constant reminder of his dickishness.”
She took the book from his hands and slid it across the floor towards his bag.
“Now,” Daphne whispered, once his attention was back on her. His cock gently twitched and she bit back a groan as the large tent shifted, rubbing the rough wool of his trousers against her already slick thighs. She spread her legs, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal more of her creamy thighs. “We should probably stop. You aren’t courting me. This is wrong. Actually, one could argue it’s pretty disrespectful. You practically ripped my shirt apart.”
Harry nodded and tried to roll off her only for her to groan and grab his shoulders to keep him in place. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pushing him deeper between her legs. So deep, in fact, that tip was now directly brushing against her white lacy panties.
“Seriously?!”
“You said I was disrespecting you!” Harry exclaimed, utterly confused.
“Maybe I want to be disrespected,” Daphne whispered. She used her hands on his shoulders to pull herself up close to him. Her lips were inches from his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin. “Aren’t you tired of doing what others tell you to do, Harry? Doesn’t it feel good to be in control? To teach and to lead us? Power is only good if you use it and you have so much power,” she murmured. Her hand slipped under his shirt and gently traced the firm muscles of his chest.
“I-”
“Learn to wield it. You’ll never win if you don’t. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Power is a tool. What you use it for is up to you.” Her hand slipped under the waistband of his pants and boxers. Her fingers gently wrapped around the base of his thick shaft and she gave it a clumsy pump.
Her actions were rewarded with a needy groan.
“You have power over me right now. Use it. What do you want, Harry?” Daphne purred.
Harry silently grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of his pants. He pushed himself away from her and stood.
Daphne groaned and flopped onto the cloak. She had been so, so close to helping Harry get over his reluctance to lead. Had she wrecked both their futures by going too fast?
“If that’s your choice,” Daphne muttered, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “If you can’t command me how do you expect-”
“Stand up,” Harry growled, cutting her off.
It was then that Daphne finally looked up at him. His bright emerald eyes were darkened with lust. He was slowly unbuttoning his white shirt, letting her feast on his tanned skin and broad chest. His skin was littered with faint white scars and her fingers itched to caress every single one of them.
“Yes, sir.” Daphne grinned. She slowly pushed herself to her feet, her heavy breasts swaying gently as gravity caused her chest to strain against the bra holding it in place.
Maybe it really is that simple, she thought, waiting for further instructions. I had to find a powerful man I liked and I did.
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Malfoy Manor:
“You have failed me, Lucius.” The voice was cold and emotionless.
Behind the secret panel, Narcissa flinched. Only she and the elves knew about the secret servant pathways dotting the manor and she had used one of them to spy on the meeting between the Dark Lord and her husband.
What little affection she had for Lucius had withered away a long time ago. She wasn’t too concerned about his fate but his failure would have repressions not just for him, but also for her and their son. The son that was now her only priority in life. The son for which she stayed in this hellhole instead of running off to her sister.
Please don’t punish Draco, Narcissa begged in her mind. From her position, she could only see the back of the Dark Lord’s head. Her husband was as pale as a ghost, an ominous sign.
She had warned him not to do anything to the Diary. She had begged.
Voldemort’s downfall had given them a chance to start anew. If only he had taken Dumbledore’s offer back then! Now it was too late.
“Tell me what happened.”
“You told me it was a dark artifact of great power when you entrusted it to me. I tried to use it to remove Dumbledore and prepare the way for your return but Potter destroyed it, my lord.”
Narcissa rolled her eyes at the blatant lie. He had seen an opportunity to get rid of something he didn’t want and hurt Weasley at the same time and he had taken it. He had done it to stroke his own petty ego, not to serve the master he pretended to love.
She frowned at the silence that followed.
“Dumbledore has seen it?”
Her frown grew. Was it her imagination or did she detect a hint of fear in the Dark Lord’s voice?
“Yes, my lord.” Lucius appeared to be as confused as she was.
“And Potter destroyed it? In his Second Year at Hogwarts, Potter destroyed this?”
There was no mistaking it this time. His low hiss was laced with fear and anger.
“Y-yes, my lord.”
Narcissa jumped as the chair clattered to the floor with a loud BANG. Voldemort had jumped to his feet, his wand pointed at her husband.
“Crucio.” His voice was cold and full of hatred.
Voldemort swept out of the room, leaving Lucius Malfoy screaming and writhing on the floor.
Notes:
So, this story has it's origins in two things. My Harry/Multi stories have always been popular. But when I first started writing them I was new and had no idea how to write complex stories with many characters. It's a skill that takes practice to develop and my early stories are very messy. I am cleaning them up, rewriting if necessary and actually plotting them out but that takes time. I wanted to see how a Harry/Multi story from scratch would turn out now that I'm experienced. I have the entire plot for this story already ready. I take requests from my higher tier Patrons every month. Two of them requested Harry/Multi Stories. One request was for a Powerful and Confident Harry set in Post-War. The other idea was for Harry learning to be a dominant to take care of Luna. I loved them both and an idea was born to combine them. The only problem is that I'm still learning how to write Luna well so I replaced her with another adorable Ravenclaw and a character of mine a lot of you love, Padma! Daphne and Padma are set in stone, the other partners will be decided in the Weekly Polls I conduct for Higher Tier Patrons!
Comments
Chichi son
She wasn’t too concerned about his fate but his failure would have repressions not just for him, but also for her and their son. Repercussions?
Cateagle
This is definitely going to get interesting as Harry learns a new perspective on life. 'Twill be interesting to see who else joins him and how those around him react to these actions/
Sonny Edgerton
Im very intruiged and looking forward to more of this story
Bishop7053
I have a feeling she will wake up half way through the boning and join in
tornadoboy
Solid start. I'm excited by this. You transitioned from Padma to Daphne a bit rapidly though. Seems almost rude for the poor drunk girl to be there half asleep while these two just randomly start boning.
