"It's got nothing to do with being a Gryffindor. It's just being a decent human being," Harry replied and grabbed Tom's throat. He didn't know if this was real or not, but he still wanted to strangle this evil creature. For taking away his family, and for taking away his life now. "I know, it's a foreign concept for a filth born of love poti—."
"Enough of that!" Tom tried to strangle Harry back.
It was all a pointless fight and they both knew it. Taking this as their last struggle to enact their hatred towards each other, they just did their best.
"I'm stronger," Harry smirked and shoved Tom to the side. With that, they both fell down onto the tracks of King's Cross station that was their surrounding, just in a darker shade.
Bam!
Harry punched the evil thing in the face.
Bam!
He kept going, on and on.
He strangled Tom.
He blinded the damn soul or whatever it was with his bare fingers.
Harry poured out all his years of rage onto Tom. For some reason, it looked like the Dark Lord had already accepted his death and defeat. There was no way to save a dying body from Basilisk poisoning.
Bam!
Bam!
Harry didn't even realize he needed to stop. He kept on disfiguring Tom's face until he started to somewhat resemble the living Voldemort. But this time it was even worse and demonic.
Take care, Hermione, Bellatrix, and Narcissa.
Bam!
Harry felt his vision also going dark with everything that was around him.
Take care of my family. Take care of yourselves.
Bam!
Until the very end, Harry refused to stop beating Tom's motionless body.
I hope I can see Mum and Dad now.
Bam!
I hope…
CHOOOOO~ CHOOOO~
"WHAT?! TRAIN!" Harry suddenly felt a whiff of energy and looked down the long track. There was steam, there was a mechanical behemoth, and it came right at him on that very track. Rumbling on its steel wheels.
"What's going o—"
Wooooooosh~
The last thing he saw was the train running over him and Tom. Everything went dark at last.
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Summers came and went, soon followed by winters. With very few deaths, Wizarding Britain recovered fast. The school resumed, and those who desired finished their last years. Narcissa and Bellatrix gave birth in discrete locations, soon followed by the surprising addition of Hermione.
The three women feared revealing Harry's blood, afraid someone would desire to retaliate and seek revenge. So, in the distant farmlands, the three lived a comfortable life in their mansion. With Dobby, Kreacher, and Winky there to help, everything was a breeze.
But not a single day went by when they didn't remember the man who they used to consider a naive boy. His actions were hard to justify, but no one dared to question them. Only the revelation of putting all the men of the pureblood families under Imperium came to light. The secret Unbreakable Vows to wives, mothers, and daughters of all those families remained a secret.
Woosh!
"Mistress Hermione! Mistress Narcissa! Mistress Bellatrix!" Dobby popped into the warm living room of the large mansion. "Dobby has returned! Master Potter has awakened! MASTER POTTER HAS ROUSED!"
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St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries,
"Ummh… Harry… Ah!"
"Almost there, Luna!" Harry gripped the pale, tight asscheeks of the lithe Luna as she rode his length with divine waves, grounding her tight cunt, knees folded on the sides, her small breast squished against his naked chest while their lips slobbered each other's tongues.
Still lying on his hospital bed, all his clothes discarded, his arms hugged the slender waist of the platinum-blonde girl who often saw stars in the sky. Yet it was a charm to his eyes, her persona sweet, her gullibility cute.
This is the only way. Harry reminded himself. The more the better. The more the stronger my sway.
"Ummmm… Umph! Aaaah… T-Too-ooh big-ugh H-aaary!" Luna twisted herself as her strong lover began thrusting deep into her tight flower. His veiny, throbbing length felt perfect at times, and a little too much at others. "Mmmmh! I'm… ah!"
"Go ahead, Luna!" Harry pulled her unsuspecting delicate, thin lips to his and deeply kissed her. Almost throwing her hips on his cock with his thrusts, he let her ride through that satisfying release while his own approached bursting.
Three days.
It had been three days since he woke up.
Feeling abysmally powerful, intelligent, knowledgeable, and able to cast the strongest magic without a wand. It had been three days since he decided to sire as many children as possible with as many women as he could. The first choice was Luna, the adventurous, single, and quite lovable good friend.
"Oooooh…" Luna hugged his neck tight and squeezed herself over his length to feel him deep in her tightness. She squeezed her dripping core with the spasms, letting her climax ooze through the vacuum-like tight walls around his hungry girth. "I-ugh… Are you sure, Harry? Umh… You want me to?"
"Yes! Yes!" Harry resumed fucking her, practically lifting her ass with his palms and slamming it down on his cock, each time plunging himself balls-deep in that hot mess. He had to agree that Luna was still tight even after two years since the Battle of Hogwarts. For two long years, he was in a coma.
The squelching, slapping echoes rang like music in the room. The scent of their sex was a little too strong for this being their tenth sinful exchange in the last three days. The tenth time his balls were about to unload everything deep in her pussy.
The tenth time he went all the way in that insane tightness, a cervix-slamming, womb-battering thrust that kissed her deepest spot and unleashed a torrent of virile batter.
All for Luna's womb to consume and soon gift him a youngling.
Is this evil?
"Yes, I want you to carry through," he gave her his absolute answer and just hugged her tight in his arms. Sure, they weren't married, but now her place in his heart and life was permanent. "I'd love it."
"Mmm…" Luna, too tired to even move, just stayed there, feeling the flowy fluid leaking out of her reddened, swollen slit, where his deeply jammed cock still throbbed albeit only half-mast. "A-Anything for my best friend!"
"Best friend?" He asked back.
"Lovers?" Luna looked up at his face, her chin on his chest.
Cute! Harry leaned down his face and kissed her forehead.
"If you want us to be."
A big grin formed on her lips and she nestled on top of him to sleep that night. "But I prefer best friends; Feels more special. But you still never came looking for the Crumple-Horned Snorkack with me."
For that, Harry did feel bad. "Let's go on a week-long trip to find them then. Just the two of us."
"Umm…" Luna welcomed that offer but noticed the throbbing of his cock, still under her sensitive petals. "I know you'll just spend those seven days…"
"Making love to you?"
For the first time, Harry saw Luna's face turn red in embarrassment. She had grown a lot over the past two years it seemed. It only made her more adorable though. So he hugged her, turned to the side, and kept her against his chest, face to face.
"We can do two things at once, Luna."
"In that case." Luna leaned in and pecked on Harry's lips once before closing her eyes to fall asleep. "Let's go someday..."
"We will… very soon."
Finally, Harry also shut his eyes and tried to sleep. No more pain on the curse mark, and it was even healing. But there was confusion that he couldn't answer. Confusions such as…
Woosh!
He merely raised his hand towards a glass on the side table and the glass flew softly into his palm without alerting Luna who was still hugging him. Then, with a wave of his finger, water appeared in the glass. No incantation, no wands needed, but mere intent.
How is this possible?
Something to ponder on for days to come, he reckoned.
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Bam!
"HARRY!"
The next morning, just after Luna left and he freshened up, the door to his room swung open with a loud slam. Hermione stormed in, weeping uncontrollably, and simply threw herself on his chest.
"You're awake! Why didn't you tell us earlier? It's been three days!" Hermione complained and crawled completely on top of him and hugged the life out of his neck. "James is two already!"
"So is Albus." Narcissa also entered the room, as elegant as ever, but somehow even more charming than before. Fine curves, her aristocratic clothing that only he could disrobe.
Then there was Bellatrix, looking so different albeit in her usual black dress. Her complexion was now healthy, her eyes bright, her hair long and beautiful. But the crazy, fanatic love remained. "So is Sirius!"
Harry took a long, deep breath. No doubt, the bedroom was going to be overbooked for a week or two as soon as he could return home.
For now, just holding them close was enough. After all, they had given him three sons.
"Gonna keep me waiting?"
"Not at all, My Lord!" Bellatrix bellowed and leaped forward. Without throwing aside Hermione, she nestled on Harry's right side, hugging him with Hermione, and showered wet, scentful kisses all over his face.
Then finally, Narcissa let out a tired breath and landed on his left side. Harry knew damn well she wanted to, but her personality was such that her first response was to always deny or show no care. But once she landed her head on his stretched wide arm, she too kissed him once.
This is so… good. Harry smiled contently, holding the three all against himself. His arms caressed Narcissa and Bellatrix's back, while Hermione nestled her bushy hair under his chin. A little too good.
"Ummh…" Bellatrix let out the first moan and it instantly made him hard. Something that Hermione didn't fail to notice. Her body only rubbed on his groin more after that. Narcissa too, began licking and biting his earlobe.
Yet, Harry simply stared at the blank ceiling above. Grinning, hard, aroused, scared of himself deep inside.
Who am I now? I feel… so much stronger. I-I absorbed his soul… Who am I?
He asked himself, unbothered by the hand that worked to tear apart his hospital gown over his chest. Hermione slowly kept going lower and lower until she knelt between his spread legs, her hand rubbing all over his erection.
Yet, the more blessed, loved, and excited he felt. The more was the doubt, the fear, the panic of not knowing who he was anymore.
Is Harry now Voldemort?
He asked himself, aware of the dark thoughts looming in his heart. Thoughts of possessing more control.
Or… Voldemort is Harry?
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The End
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