Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 30

Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.

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Chapter 30: Bending the Rules

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS WORK ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

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“What does stupid master and filthy blood-traitor whore want with Kreacher?”

Sirius moved just in time to prevent Andromeda from cursing the wrinkled old elf. His cousin's eyes burned with fury while the miserable house-elf sneered back with malicious glee at her anger.

“Enough Kreacher!” Sirius barked. “One more vile word out of your mouth and you’ll be banned from the attic for a month!”

It seemed a silly thing to use as a threat, but to the elf, Sirius might as well have told him to gouge out his own eyes. After he was freed, Sirius had spent quite a pretty penny on professional cursebreakers and expert contractors to come in and completely remodel the whole of Grimmauld Place. It took over two months for every curse and dark well of magic to be cleansed from the old townhome, and even then, there were some artefacts found that were nigh impossible to destroy. Two in particular stuck out above the others. One, an old silver and green locket that had made Sirius queasy to even look at, and the other, his mother’s own portrait.

From how the cursebreakers described it, his mother’s portrait couldn’t be destroyed (much to his chagrin) as the old hag had somehow tied the damned thing to the townhome’s wardscheme before she died. To destroy the painting would be to tear down the very wards of Grimmauld itself, which, with the current state of things, simply wasn’t an option. 

That’s where the attic came into play. After yet another hefty sum of gold, Sirius managed to have the entire attic magically sealed off. Any indestructible cursed artefact, item, or screeching portrait of Walburga Black that was found was left there to rot, safely stored behind enough wards that even Mad-Eye Moody found a bit overkill. The only ones even allowed up there was Sirius himself, and Krecher because the damned elf wouldn’t cease his bloody wailing about being separated from ‘his dear mistress’.

Sirius made the mistake of sneaking up once to see just what the bollocks Kreacher did when he was alone with his mother’s portrait. The answer: Stroke the canvas while whispering lullabies to the old hag. It was like some sick, twisted date night for the elf. He even wore that bloody cursed locket around his neck as if he were dressed up for the occasion! Sirius had been tempted to obliviate the very memory from his mind after witnessing such a disturbing sight.

Needless to say, Kreacher was very attached to the old hag’s painting. He watched as the wrinkled elf’s face twisted into a grimace before nodding.

“Yes, master.” He croaked through clenched teeth.

Sirius nodded. “Good.” Turning to Andromeda, he gave his cousin a pointed look as if to say, ‘Try your best not to kill him.’ Andromeda simply scoffed and crossed her arms regarding the little beast before her.

“The ancestral Black Manor. What do you know of it?”

Kreacher instantly snapped his gaze up to glare at Andromeda with eyes full of suspicion.

“Why does the traitor want to know?” Kreacher snarled.

“That’s none of your concern. Answer her Kreacher!” Sirius snapped.

The miserable elf grumbled beneath his breath as he turned back to address Andromeda.

“Kreacher knows little. Old Master Arcturus did not like Kreacher. He did not like any elf.” He explained.

“Did you ever visit the manor, though? Do you know where it is?” Sirius questioned.

Kreacher shook his head. “Kreacher does not. Old Master killed any elf who dared to disobey his orders to stay away. Kreacher is a good elf. Kreacher obeyed Old Master.”

Sirius sighed and pinched the bridge of his knows. “Great, so another bloody dead end.”

Beside him, Andromeda nodded in disappointment. “Figures Grandfather would be too paranoid to even let the house-elves enter the manor. That place was his bloody safe haven.”

Sirius expelled a small huff in agreement. “Safe haven? If it wasn’t for Grandmother, that old fart would’ve hermitted himself away in that bloody mansion until the day he died. He hated guests, even when they were his own family. I remember once when my mother dragged me there after Reg’ broke his wrist climbing a tree. The old cow wanted Arcturus to strip me of my heir status because she thought it was my fault Reg’ got hurt.” He barked out a laugh as he recalled the memory. “Merlin, the arse-chewing he gave her. It was hilarious! I don’t think mother ever retur-”

Sirius paused, realisation overtaking him like a bucket of ice water splashing down his back. 

“Oh bugger me.” He groaned.

“What? What is it?” Andromeda pressed.

Sirius shook his head, feeling like a complete fool for not realising sooner and yet dreading what he needed to do.

“I know how we can find the location of Black Manor.”

“How?” His cousin asked, confusion prevailing across her features.

“Simple.” Sirius sighed and glared down at the old elf before him. “Come, Kreacher. It’s time I paid a visit to dear old mum.”

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Hestia glanced between him and Tonks, a flurry of unreadable emotions passing over her features in a matter of seconds. Finally, after a few moments to properly process the past forty or so odd seconds, Hestia threw back the remainder of her drink before setting the glass down with a gasp.

“Fuck it.”

Harry couldn’t help but smirk as the pretty blonde slid onto his lap. Her mouth found his first. The sweet taste of wine coated her lips. They burned hot against his own, flushed by both the alcohol and the sudden spark of excitement that ignited beneath her flesh. Harry met her kiss with as much force as he gave, not being able to help but to put on a little show for Tonks, who watched from just a few feet away. Hestia mewled softly as his hands found their way to her tits. The thick auror robes did well to hide her moderate bust, but dense material did little to stop his hands from stoking the fire that roared within her core.

“Atta’ girl!” Tonks cheered. The pink-haired woman watched on from her place, leaning against her desk. She had one of her legs pulled up onto the desk’s surface while she used her fingers to rub small circles over her knicker-clad mound.

She cheered once more as Harry yanked the front of Hestia’s robes open. The blonde wore only a thin tank top beneath. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Harry was sorely tempted to tear the minuscule barrier away so he could have proper access to her perky mounds, but Hestia had other plans.

Her lips met his once more. This time, the blonde took things a step further and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She moaned once more, deeper and more prolonged than the last. Harry could feel as her hips began to move of the own volition, grinding her clothed cunt over his erection. Another moan flew from the blonde’s lips, forcing her to break their kiss so as to let her pleasure be known aloud. Harry didn’t waste a second, though. He attacked her neck, leaving a trail of bright red marks down her freckled flesh. Each nip and suck forced another moan from Hestia’s lips. Her centre throbbed with greater intensity, building more and more with each rock of her hips.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. Every desperate moan – every whine that could only be produced by a woman who’s gone so very long without release – chipped away at his will. Her pants, desperate and wanton, fueled his own raging arousal until, with a growl, he picked the blonde up by her thighs and flipped them around. Now pressed against the couch cushions, Hestia was at his complete mercy, staring back up at him with hooded eyes brimming with lust. He took hold of her robes, the pieces that remained, and tossed them to the side. Now, in only her tank top and a pair of pale blue panties, Hestia’s excitement was undeniable. Her knickers were soaked, dripping with the juices from her pussy. He could see her breasts move freely with every panting breath. The freckled, pale flesh was flushed red from her desire. The sight of her was enough to make his cock throb.

Her tank top came off with a loud ‘RIIIIIP!’, freeing her petite tits to the cool air. He didn’t even bother with her kickers, simply pushing them aside in favor of pressing his cockhead against her dripping entrance. Hestia bit her lip, eyeing his thick shaft with both wonder and excitement. Her small nod of approval was all he needed to pitch his hips forward, spearing her tight cunt with a single thrust.

“FUCK!” Hestia cried. Behind them, Tonks also voiced her approval with a low-pitched moan. The metamorph had moved on from light petting to full masturbation, raking two fingers in and out of her cunt while she used her thumb to play with her clit.

Hestia’s squeals only increased as Harry began to thrust inside her. She shuddered around his length, as if every thrust sent a tremor of uncontrollable pleasure up her spine. Her bright hazel eyes stared up at him in utter rapture, mouth agape with her endless moans as she witnessed him plunging in and out of her sacred depths. It brought a sense of satisfaction to Harry – the pure awe in her eyes as he fucked her into a squealing mess. He wasn’t egotistical by any means, but he couldn’t deny the swell to his pride as yet another witch came undone around his cock.

And came undone she did. Hestia threw back her head without warning, breaking their eye contact for the first time to let loose an ear-splitting shriek of pleasure. Behind them, Tonk’s own moans increased as the phanton sensations of Hestia’s cunt clamping down around him ran through the metamorph’s psyche.

Harry grunted as Hestia continued to convulse around him. Despite already shooting one load into Tonks’ mouth earlier that night, he could feel his end approaching rapidly. He groaned as he gripped Hestia’s waist tighter. Her wide-open mouth caught his eye as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. With a smirk, Harry reached forward, hooking his thumb into the corner of her mouth and held it there. Hestia’s eyes flashed with excitement, and if anything, her panting moans grew louder and more ragged. 

It was a matter of seconds before he finally lost himself. Hestia’s climax had just reached its crescendo when he let out a gasp and slammed into the girl’s tight wet cunt for a final time. His cock pulsed, spilling torrents of sticky white cum within her depths.

‘Fuckkkk yessss~’ Tonks cooed in his mind. Her mouth was far too busy crying out with her own orgasmic moans to form the words properly, but Harry could still feel every euphoric sensation she was experiencing from across their connection. It was like some sort of feedback loop of pleasure, their passions fuelled each other, going back and forth until there was just a single combined force of ecstasy. Barely a few seconds had passed, his cock hadn’t even started to soften before the diorama of sensations from Tonks stoked the flames of his arousal once more.

Hestia groaned as he pulled free of her folds. Like a dam bursting cum instantly began to pour from her used cunt, spilling free onto the couch cusions below. Before he could so much as take a step, Tonks was upon him, or rather her mouth was upon his cock. The metamorph moaned lewdly as she licked his member clean. Harry groaned as she pulled back, loudly sucking in with hollowed cheeks while her pink eyes twinkled with satisfaction. It wasn’t long before she had completely cleaned him of Hestia’s juices, yet even then Tonks wasn’t satisfied. 

The busty auror pulled off him with a light ‘pop!’ of her mouth. Keeping one hand upon his member to stroke him, she turned and leaned forward, delving her tongue between Hestia’s puffy pussy lips. Hestia cursed loudly, instinctively threading her fingers through Tonks hair to pull the witch deeper into her cunt.

“Morgana’s tits! I forgot how good you were with your mouth!” Hestia groaned.

Through the haze of his pleasure, Harry sent a questioning prod about the blonde’s words towards Tonks. Tonks replied with a brush of amusement, akin to a sweeping breeze of laughter over his mind, before a memory suddenly appeared across Harry’s vision.

He watched as a slightly younger Hestia fought to stifle her moans of pleasure amidst the drawn curtains of a Hogwarts dorm bed. The blonde clenched her teeth hard, her legs shaking as yet another orgasm was ripped from her folds by a younger, ruby-haired Tonks’ tongue.

‘You aren’t the only one who’s seduced their fair share of witches, Lover Boy.’ Tonks giggled. ‘Remind me to show you what Aurora Sinister and I used to get up to in the prefect’s bath. Spoiler–she’s a total sub.’

Harry would’ve replied, but before he could press the metamorph for more information, Hestia called out to him with a heady moan.

“H-Harry come here-” She gasped and curled her fingers tighter around Tonks’ hair. “-I want to taste you now~”

Harry moved, kneeling atop the couch with his cock poised inches away from Hestia’s lips. The blonde surprised him by pressing her face against his cock. With one eye obscured by his thick shaft, the petite witch looked towards him with a lust-drunk expression. She moaned softly, the sound muffled against his cock as she began to place sloppy wet kisses up and down his length. Harry cursed under his breath, the girl’s kisses, while not the most stimulating, still felt incredible. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, the couch below them shifted, and soon enough Tonks’s mouth joined the fray. A quick glance down revealed that the metamorph had repositioned to sit atop Hestia’s lap while her fingers continued her work on the blonde’s clit.

Where Hestia dragged her tongue across the base of his shaft, Tonks bobbed her head along the tip, circling her devilish tongue around his glans. It was oddly impressive how in sync they were, trading places on his cock with a word. Perhaps it was due to their years as partners in the auror corps? Though, then again, from the memory Tonks showed him, they had a lot more experience in bed together than even he and Tonks had. Either way, Harry didn’t really care. He groaned as both girls moved to wrap their mouths around his cock head, joining their lips together in a lewd half-blojob-half-kiss. Both girls moans their own agreement, Tonks from the phantom pleasure she felt through Harry, and Hestia from her friend’s fingers pleasuring her sensitive clit.

It wasn’t long before their combined efforts bore fruit. Tonks was an expert at sucking his cock, only slighty behind Daphne for the title of the ‘best’ in that regard, and Hestia was no slouch either. As his groans of pleasure increased in intensity, he could see as both girls’ eyes twinkled with excitement. Hestia, who currently had his cock half-buried down her throat, began to rock her head back and forth. Tonks, on the other hand, had her plump lips firmly latched onto one of his balls while she used her hand to stroke the few inches of his shaft Hestia couldn’t swallow. The metamorph’s moans built with his own. Every one was accentuated with another naughty whisper in the forefront of his mind.

‘She LOVES sucking your cock. Can’t you see how fucking horny it makes her?’

‘Fuck, I love watching you bury your fat fucking cock down another slut’s throat~’

‘Are you gonna cum, lover? Are you going to cum all over our slutty faces? Mmm I bet you’re aching to fucking COVER us with your load~’

‘You’re soooo fucking close! I can feel your balls swelling in my mouth. Cum for us~’

Harry grunted as the last bit of his control vanished. Pulling back, he let out a deep, shuddering groan as he released. Jet’s of sticky wet rope rained down on the slutty aurors. Tonks was more prepared than Hestia, having known his end was coming from Harry’s thoughts. The metamorph opened her mouth wide just in time to catch a hefty amount of cum atop of tongue. Hestia, however, squeaked in surprise as a thick jet of Harry’s seed splashed against her cheek and a decent portion of her tits. The blonde recoverted quickly though, opening her mouth in time to catch the second sticky serving of cum that rained down upon her.

Barely a moment after his orgasm finally finished, leaving both girls covered in white streaks, Tonks pulled her friend in for a searing kiss, their tongues meeting to swap his cum between themselves with lewd moans. Harry watched as Hestia’s own moans peaked without warning as Tonk’s fingers finally drove a climax from her folds.

The trio collapsed against the couch as one, worn out and tired as they basked in the afterglow.

“Fuck me, I really needed that!” Hestia moaned. The blonde’s legs still held a slight tremor as she stretched them out to regain some feeling. The stickiness between her thighs made her wrinkle her nose in discomfort, before she suddenly realised that there was a lot more of her than just her thighs that was sticky. “Blech–I need a shower.”

“Agreed.” Tonks hummed. She stood and stretched, giving the other two an unobstructed view of her jutting breasts. “What do you say, Harry? Fancy a round four in the bath?”

Harry looked to Hestia, who only shrugged with a playful smirk. Grinning, Harry stood and swooped the pink-haired girl over his shoulder. Tonks giggled but allowed herself to be carried, motioning for Hestia to follow as she was carted through the office door.

“Wait! You’re both still na- Oh sod it!” Hestia cursed, and made to quickly follow, leaving behind her clothes as well to triapse through the halls nude. “Those two are so going to get me fucking fired.”

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Sirius looked around warily. Though the attic was mostly barren save for the few enchanted cabinets that secured the more vile cursed artefacts stored there, he couldn’t help but feel claustrophobic in the dusty old loft. His years in Azkaban had instilled within him an intense dislike for anywhere dark, grimy, and brimming with dark magic. Unfortunately, the very room he stood in checked all those bloody boxes and more.

“Let’s get this over quickly.” He muttered.

Andromeda nodded in agreement. Though she didn’t have the mental scars of Azkaban like him, the former Black sister was skilled enough in enchanting to feel the darkness dripping from every single twisted item around them.

Brushing off his ddiscomfort, Sirius led the way through the ‘Meuseum of Fucked Up’ as he’d come to call it as quick as his feet would carry him. Seriously though, what kind of twisted fuck enchanted a rusty pair of scissors to cut the balls off every bloke in a five mile radius when activated?!

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination. The portrait of Walburga Black sat against the back wall, as far as possible from the exit, and by extension, Sirius himself. The curtains were drawn, obscuring his sight of the ugly hag, and by god what he wouldn’t give to leave it that way. With a grimace, he flicked his hand out, forcing the shabby drapes to recede.

“TRAITOR! MONGREL! HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR INSOLENT FACE TO ME AFTER ALL THESE YEARS?!” The visage of Walburga snarled.

Sirius rolled his eyes and sneered at the seething portrait. “Well, hello to you too, mother. How’s being dead?”

“YOU THRICE DAMNED BLOOD TRAITOR! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO WITH SUCH DISRESPECT!” It was then that Walburga’s eyes finally met Andromeda’s and the fury in them seemed to almost swell to impossible levels. “YOU!” Walburga snarled. “HOW DARE A MUDBLOOD’S WHORE LIKE YOU STEP FOOT INSIDE MY-”

“Oh do shut the fuck up already, auntie!” Andromeda scoffed. “Your disgusting visage is torture enough to behold already. You needn’t add your horrid wails to the mix.”

Walburga flushed a deep, angry purple. A feat that was even more impressive considering she was a painting.

“YOU LITTLE HARLOT-”

Sirius stepped forward and slashed his hand through the air. Instantly, Walburga’s screeches ceased, leaving the portrait to fume and rant angrily in silence. It took a few moments for the furious witch to realise her screams were no longer making a sound, which led her to fume all the more, waving her arms around like a lashing harpy as she vented her anger. Sirius glared back at his mother unflichingly, letting her angry screams subside until she was simply seething back with clenched teeth.

Sirius flicked his hand once more. “All done are we? Have a nice tantrum?”

“You insolent little worm! I curse the very day you were conceived within my loins!” Walburga glowered, her ability to speak returned to her at last.

“Lovely.” Sirius snorted. “Trust me mother, I wish nothing more than to never have to see you’re fucking ugly face again. As it stands, however, I need something from you.”

Walburga scoffed. “As if I’d ever help you or this trollip!” She snarled, shooting a glare towards Andromeda.

Sirius put his hand up to stop his cousin from tearing the portrait of his mother to shreds, despite very much wanting to do the same himself. Instead, he shook his head and gave the seething painting a mocking smirk. “‘Fraid you’ve got no choice, mum. I am the Lord Black now, and you know what that means. You can feel it.” 

Walburga snarled, yet her eyes betrayed her. The two beady orbs flicked down towards the ring upon Sirius’s right hand, the small aura of magic surrounding the warped black band compelling her to obey. It was a nasty bit of enchantment, one placed there by some Black ancestor three dozen or so generations ago, but it was effective nonetheless. The enchantment compelled all members of House Black, living or dead, to obey the current Head of House. His father once explained that it was meant to manipulate the spirits of passed Blacks, back when their family avidly practised Necromancy, to do their bidding. The only way any member of the family might escape the ring's effects was by either banishment or marriage, which sadly meant he could not use the cursed little thing to rein in someone like Bellatrix. As it stood, though, the enchantment was proving surprisingly effective on portraits.

“Speak your request and begone from my sight.” His mother growled.

Sirius nodded happily and looked to Andromeda, giving the other witch the go-ahead.

Andromeda stepped forward, unflinching in the wake of Walburga’s snarls.

“The Black Manor. Where is it?”

Walburga surprised them both with a barking laugh, the sound akin to wailing puppies as they were skinned alive.
“So that’s why you’re here! I should’ve known!” Walburga cackled. “Well you’re out of luck, whore! That fool Arcturus cleansed the manor’s location from all our minds when he died, saved for that arrogant little beastie you called sister.” His mother spat a curse and glowered towards Andromeda. “That manor was meant for a Black and only a Black! But of course, the old fool always had a soft spot for ickle Narcissa. She did not deserve such a gift.”

“And lemme guess, you did?” Andy scoffed.

Walburga snarled once more. “I was more a Black than any of you little shites!” She snapped her gaze back to Sirius with a glare. “If only your spineless father had managed to do his duty and kill that old fool when we first married…I digress. The manor was stripped from my grasp and memory alike.”

“Fucking perfect.” Sirius sighed. “Another dead end.”

Surprisingly, his words produced another barking laugh from his mother. “I wouldn’t say that. As luck would have it, there is another way for you to parse the manor’s location.”

“How?” Andromeda asked.

Walburga snapped her gaze back to his cousin with a click of her tongue. “As if I’d give you such a boon.”

“Mother.” Sirius growled warningly. The Lord’s ring around his finger heated as its magic took hold over the crazed woman. 

Walburga grunted, pain overtaking her painted features as she scowled with rage. “I WILL NOT SAY!” She screeched. “NOT UNTIL YOU GIVE ME WHAT I WANT IN RETURN!”

Sirius ended the spell's hold and crossed his arms. “And that would be?”

For the first time, another emotion besides rage or hate washed over his mother’s features. It was small, a minuscule change, really, but it was enough for Sirius to spot with ease. His mother was…sad.

“Your brother…my sweet Regulas.” She breathed. “I know not how he died, I only know the agony I felt inside when it happened.” She looked up, her deep onyx eyes boring into the ones she passed down to her son. “His death began my own. My very spirit was broken that day, and it was his name that was the last I spoke before death took me.”

“Where is this going mother?” Sirius asked. Being faced with his mother’s grief was…discomforting, to say the least.

“My only regret – well,” She snorted, giving a small glare towards her other son. “ONE of my regrets was never laying my baby boy to rest as he deserved as a son of House Black. As Lord Black-” She all but spat the words. “-You must now do what I could not. Find your brother’s bones and give him the sleep he deserves.”

Sirius frowned as he considered his mother’s words. It was an impossible task. He and Regulas…well things were complicated between them to say the least. He knew his brother died towards the end of the war, but not how. In truth, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want the few good memories he had of Regulas to be spoiled by knowing his brother died raiding some poor Muggle village or torturing Muggleborns under his dark master’s command. Needless to say, Sirius had no clue where to even look for Regulas’s remains…but–he thought, recalling the young boy who used to climb into his bed on stormy nights and who Sirius would sneak candy from the kitchen for–didn’t he owe it to that little boy’s memory to at least try?

“No.” He said finally. “I won’t do it, not now at least, but I give you my word that I will try. I can make no other promises.”

Walburga stared back at him, silent of her own volition for the first time since their confrontation began.

Finally she nodded, her eyes set into an unwavering glare as if daring Sirius to go back on his word.

He wouldn’t.

“I suppose that will suffice.” She sniffed. “Now ask me what you wish to know.”

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Author’s Note

Spolier alert: Walburga is, and always will be, a bitch. But at least she’ll serve some purpose this go around lol.

Thanks for reading!