A month before the eventful battle at Hogwarts, Harry Potter chose to do everything in his power to gain an upper hand. Good, bad, or evil, he no longer cared for anything for his life was already forfeited. The only goal now was to win with the least casualties.
With the two beauties, Narcissa and Bellatrix beside him, it was easy to manipulate most of the pureblood circles. The two women willingly gave their best, seducing pureblood supremacist men to lure them to Harry, only to be put under an Imperio Curse.
As for the pureblood women, Harry chose to take a more drastic measure, taking them with his own prowess and binding them with a never-ending Unbreakable Vow. The goal was to use them to influence their families and children in the future and wash away the pureblood indoctrination.
"Ummh! Harry… I'm tired~" Pansy Parkinson tiredly removed her ripe lips from his throbbing, spent length.
Both their flesh naked as the day born, they lay exhausted on the bed. Harry's back on the pillow while Pansy found her spot between his spread legs, her pussy still dripping with her own climax.
"Let me help." Harry suddenly reached for her head and jammed her lips back on his cock, claiming her throat deep. "I-ugh-I'm close!"
"Ghk! Ghk! Umm…"
Completely given up, Pansy let Harry shove himself as deep as he wanted, as fast as he desired. Her hot, coiling tongue was just an endless source of warmth. An endless jolt of pleasure made Harry let his head fall while he continued to fuck Pansy's throat like he owned it.
Having done it with her in school before, there was no shame. Doing it in Pansy's own home was an even bigger turn-on.
"Mmmm…" Pansy splurted, gagged, and choked on Harry's cock.
His actions were a little too rough than usual that night. Her nose flared up, trying to breathe in as much as she could.
"Close!" Harry warned her. He knew Pansy was no stranger to this ritual anymore since they had done it daily for the past week. He thrust his hips up and jammed his cockhead deep, letting the ticklish throbs burst out with a sprinkle of creamy fluid.
Immediately, Harry freed her head, and Pansy began bobbing and slurping on her own, guzzling down every single drop of that white nectar like an elixir.
"You really enjoy this part?" Harry watched as she giddily licked him all over, her hair a mess of their sex, still swaying with her movements. Her pale, pretty face held no resemblance to her proud Slytherin persona. At that moment, she was just a girl relishing her deepest sexual fantasies.
"Um-hum." She hummed and continued until she could no longer feel anything on him but her own spit.
Soon enough, she moved up and laid down beside Harry to get some rest. Spent in all the ways possible, she simply pulled the quilt over her shoulder and shut her eyes. "Do you really have to go?"
"I don't want to, but I have to," Harry replied and rustled out of the bed and began donning his clothes. Just black pants, a shirt, and a jacket. "Don't forget the vow, Pansy."
"I know, Harry. You don't have to remind me every day," she snarled and turned sideways to sleep. "Good night."
Sassy again. Harry sighed and left her bedroom without making a sound.
It was a modest mansion with two floors, the upper floor had all the bedrooms. So, he walked in the corridor and eventually arrived at another bedroom door.
Knock! Knock!
He turned the knob and gazed inside, making himself known. "Good night, Mrs. Parkinson. Don't forget the vow!"
"Hmm… I-ugh… Know." The weak murmur of Mrs. Parkinson came as a reply, lying on her belly on the bed, completely naked, her entire backside full of red whip marks, her soft, mature ass adorned with red palm marks. Her legs were parted wide as a white mess still lingered between her used and abused petals.
Harry smirked and retreated, closing the door behind. It was impossible to bed the mother and daughter at the same time, sadly. A great disappointment, but he didn't think about it since he had already experienced something better—Bedding all three Greengrass women. Daphne, Astoria, and their mother—What a night that was.
Satisfied with himself, Harry walked downstairs and arrived at the main living room where the fireplace was lit. Bellatrix and Narcissa were there, sitting and talking. Meanwhile, Mr. Parkinson was sitting on a single-seater like a statue.
He was one since Harry had him under his control.
With this, the last of the purebloods fall.
"Mr. Parkinson, ensure you act the same as you always do. Forget this meeting ever happened, and forget ever meeting me. When the time will be right, I will command you again." Harry ordered the man under his curse and started walking away.
"Let's go."
"You were too loud, my Lord!" Bellatrix complained. "I felt… jealous. Even Cissy did!"
Harry amusedly looked back at the two, then focused on Narcissa. "Really?"
"M-Maybe… a little," Narcissa responded without looking back at his face. But her hand did slide onto her belly softly, making her remember that there was no need for shame anymore. "I-I won't mind if you… made me loud too."
"Oh my, who are you?" Bellatrix poked fun at her sister. "Trying to take my dear Lord from me? You better not Cissy."
"Stop fighting, you two." Harry seriously warned them in Voldemort's persona. "I'll take the both of you."
"Hehe…" Bellatrix merely giggled in love.
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"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry made the first move with his original wand. The first deadly curse went out of his wand and the only aim was the Dark Lord. All of the pureblood wizards had changed sides, leaving Voldemort with only the giants and other ruffians that followed the Dark Lord for reasons unknown.
"Hehe! Dare to challenge me, boy?!" Voldemort's laughter echoed, dark and chilling. Yet, his slit eyes betrayed a simmering fury towards his disloyal followers. "First, I shall extinguish your pitiful life, and then I'll purge the traitors from existence! From the ashes of their defeat, I'll forge a new wizarding Britain, born of purity and true magic—Avada Kedavra!"
As soon as Voldemort blasted his spell, the battle started.
Thankfully, Harry had plenty of fighters on his side this time, with the added purebloods. Spells furled everywhere like fireworks, some chasing each other and spreading throughout the school.
Harry dodged the attack, his eyes darting all over. Where's the snake?
The snake had to be dealt with before trying to kill Voldemort and himself. So Harry tried to stall as much as he could and avoid getting hit by the killing curse. Thankfully it was easier since only Voldemort was attacking him.
Woosh!
He leaped sideways and hurled back an exploding charm, followed by a killing curse. All the sounds around him started to die out with time and he became fully focused on the Dark Lord.
Behind him, Hermione, Ron, and the entire school fought the werewolves, giants, and other dark creatures. Bellatrix and Narcissa were also there, along with many members of the Ministry. The tides were all in Harry's favor.
Yet, it all meant nothing if the snake wasn't found.
Where could he be hiding it? Harry asked himself. He knew he was no longer Harry Potter of the old, but something in the middle of himself and Voldemort. The vile acts in the last month committed, and the rage that seared in him was proof.
"Where is it?!" he asked directly. "Where is the snake?!"
"You can find out in the afterlife!" Voldemort flew somehow, a magical feat that none else could accomplish. He gained some height first and then dived straight at Harry, wand drawn and grin the epitome of evil.
Then there's only one way. Harry took a deep breath and retreated his steps while anticipating Voldemort. I can do this… If he can.
"At least I'll have an afterlife!" Harry shouted back and leaped backward, leaving the ground. His focus unbroken, he used the same magic that he learned from Voldemort's memories. The same magic that made the Dark Lord fly, and now he did too.
The stormy black mist spewed underneath his waist as she soared into the sky. His direction changed in midair and he rushed towards Voldemort as well, praying that the Dark Lord wouldn't use the killing curse at such a close range.
"Haha! You dare use my magic on me?" Voldemort came faster at Harry.
Bam!
The two collided in the air and began going upward into the sky. Voldemort tried to grab Harry's head, and Harry tried to do the same with Voldemort. All the while they fought to keep an upper hand.
Over the Hogwarts castle, they tried to slam each other over multiple rooftops, each time dodging by a small margin.
"Thank you for your gift, Voldemort." Harry decided to play with Voldemort's head to gain an upper hand. "I really enjoyed Bellatrix. Even Narcissa and so many more. How do you think I got all of them to turn to me?"
"Haaa!" Voldemort growled in rage.
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