Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 28

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 28: Family Feud

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

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“Sorry-” Tonks blurted, still somewhat reeling at what her mum just said. “-So you’re saying our only hope of making this device to fight against You-Know-Who is to ask your sister for help? The same sister that’s–oh I don’t know?--WAS BLOODY MARRIED TO A DEATH EATER?!”

Her mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Inside voice please, Nymphadora.” She chastised with a shake of her head. “You asked for my advice and I told you the best option to my knowledge. Narcissa was… a lot of things. Spoiled, hateful, and even a tad vindictive more often than not–but she was also brilliant. Before her betrothal to Lucius, my sister had offers from some of the most prestigious runic mastery programs across the world. Of course when her betrothal was announced every single one of those offers suddenly disappeared.” 

Andromeda grimaced as her eyes became hazy with memories of days long past.

“My parents were of the opinion that witches were to be nothing more than dutiful wives to their husbands. They knew Lucius would never accept my sister as the future Lady Malfoy if she ‘sullied’ herself with a career.” Andromeda spat the word ‘sullied’ out as if it were poison. “I tried to help her… But at that point, I was already pregnant with you and banished from the Black family.”

Tonks was a bit taken aback. In her twenty-six years of life that was the most she’s ever heard her mum speak about her sisters or even the Black family in general. Even after all these years it was obvious that it was still a sore subject for her mother to speak about, but no matter the pain her mother’s words did little to assuage any of her fears.

“That’s horrible mum. Neither you nor Narcissa deserved to be treated that way, but all of that was years ago. By all accounts, Narcissa Malfoy has been fully loyal to the Death Eater movement for years. Brilliant or not, there’s no way we could trust her with this…” Tonks explained gently.

“She’s right, Mrs. Tonks.” Daphne spoke up. “I can empathise with you and your sister’s experience among the more…staunch pureblood traditions, but she’s among Voldemort’s inner circle now. We can’t risk trusting her.”

Andromeda was quiet as they spoke. Tonks studied her mother. She couldn’t place it but something felt…off. Like there was something she wasn’t telling them. Her mother had her fair share of secrets from her time as a Black, but whatever truth she was holding back now was different from her normal bad blood with her family. She almost looked…guilty?

“Mum…” Tonks began. “What is it? What aren’t you telling us?”

Andromeda averted her gaze, looking down at her lap nervously. The scene contrasted horribly with the normally strong and unbreakable woman that Tonks had grown up knowing.

“I–You must understand, though their actions over the years abhorred me, they were still my sisters. I love them even to this day just as much as I revile them.” Her mother’s voice cracked, vocal cords thick with emotion. “It began a few months after my banishment from the family. I sent them letters–my sisters that is. I enchanted each so only they could receive them to avoid my parents knowing. At first, I didn’t receive any replies. After the sixth letter or so I’d almost given up hope they would ever respond…and then…one day…an owl came. Cissy’s owl…” Her mother smiled softly as if lost in memories. “It was rife with her usual snide personality. She tried to make it seem as if she only replied because my constant owls were annoying her, but between her whining words I could see she really truly missed me. After that, our correspondence became more frequent. Not often enough to raise any suspicion from someone else in the family, but we were able to at least keep in touch if just barely. She even asked about you from time to time.”

Her mother finally glanced up, looking Tonks dead in the eye with a small knowing smile.

“You remember your music box?” Her mother asked.

“With the dancing fairy that would always fly around the house?” Tonks furrowed her brow. “Yeah–it used to drive dad nuts. Always flying around over his head when he was trying to read the paper. What about it?”

Her mother’s smile deepened with mirth. “Well it wasn’t actually a gift from my friend Marleen from work…”

Tonks eyes widened in realization. “Wait! Narcissa-”

“-Sent it for your 3rd birthday.” Andromeda nodded. “I haven’t seen Narcissa in person since I left all those years ago, but for the last two and half decades we’ve exchanged letters, even through the war. She never said anything to incriminate herself or her husband. In fact we usually avoided topics of the war, or Lucius, or even You-Know-Who himself. Our letters were a means to stay connected with the other, to be a part of the other’s life when both society and our own family would see us ripped apart forever. Twenty-five years we’ve written one another…and yet this letter was the first time either of us ever spoke freely…”

She watched as her mother reached into her top blouse pocket and pulled out a folded sheaf of parchment, holding it out towards her. Tonks took it hesitantly. Both Daphne and Hermione were dead silent as she unfolded the crinkled paper and read.

‘Andy-

I don’t have much time so I’m afraid I must keep this short.

Lucius is dead. The Dark Lord murdered him and puppets my husband’s body now like some sick twisted marionette.  I fear for my own life now, sister. The guise I’ve beholden myself to for all these years no longer offers the protection that guaranteed my safety for so long. I must flee before it’s too late, yet I am compelled to finally do what I’ve wished for so many years. The Dark Lord did me a favour funnily enough. With Lucius dead I’m finally free for the first time in my life. I plan to use this freedom to do what I can to see the Dark Lord finally destroyed once and for all.

By the time you receive this letter, I’ll have hopefully been successful and far from the reaches of that madman…but if I fail…

Andy, I know I do not have the right to ask anything of you, not after all these years, but if I fail promise me you’ll look after my son. Draco is his father’s son, but he is also one of the few things I have left in this horrid world. Promise me you’ll protect him…

I love you sweet sister, and if the gods are kind we’ll see one another soon enough.

-Yours,

Cissy’

Tonks sucked in a breath as she finished reading the letter. As soon as she was done, Daphne all but snatched it from her hand to read it herself, whilst Hermione peered on from over the blonde’s shoulder.

“I received that letter last May…and I have yet to hear from Narcissa since.” Andromeda explained. “If this plan of hers had worked she would have surely reached out by now, yet there’s been nothing. I fear the worst had happened…”

“Dead?” Hermione asked quietly.

Tonks narrowed her eyes as Daphne handed the letter back to her. Skimming it quickly once more, the metamorph shook her head.

“No, not dead. Captured more than likely, but not dead. You-Know-Who is deranged–far more deranged now than ever, but he’s not an idiot. If he’s still as weak as he was during his fight with Harry then he’d need all the leverage he could get to keep his followers in line.” Tonks explained. “Narcissa would be useful to him. If not for her access to the Malfoy vaults then surely as an incentive to keep the current head of House Malfoy under heel…”

“Draco.” Daphne breathed. “But why would he need to do that? Everything I know about the prat shows he’s just like daddy–a dog just waiting for his chance to grovel at Voldemort’s feet.”

“Maybe not.” Tonks said with a shake of her head. “Malfoy’s a prat, that’s definitely true, but I doubt even he would just stand by and let his own mother be imprisoned, or worse, tortured.”

“Exactly my thoughts.” Her mother interrupted. “I believe that Narcissa is indeed alive. And there’s only one place the Dark Lord could possibly hold her where no one would think to look.”

Andromeda stood and walked from the room. Tonks watched her mother leave in confusion before that confusion only grew as she soon returned with a small ebony-coloured chest clutched within her arms.

“The Black Family used to be the wealthiest of all the noble houses in Britain. However, after my Grandfather Arcturus passed, my harpy of an Aunt bullied my Uncle Orion into making a series of foolish investments and lavish purchases. Because of this, the House of Black garnered a lot of debts and by the time Walburga died they were left with little more than pennies.” Andromeda explained. “At least, as far as they were aware. My Grandfather was a smart man. Cruel, but smart.”

Tonks watched as her mother gently opened the lid of the chest. The click of the lock made her mum flinch, as if she was scared of the contents within. Taking a breath, Andromeda raised the lid and continued.

“He protected a very large portion of the family fortune under Sirius’s name. Something I believe my dear cousin still has yet to wrap his head around. I mean honestly! The man still dresses like a homeless vagabond!” Her mother scoffed. “But that’s beside the point. Grandfather also bequeathed what he considered his most prized possession to my sister. I only know of it because of my letters to Narcissa, though I’m not completely sure if she told anyone else. Lucius would have known though, and by extension, the Dark Lord. If I were You-Know-Who, it would certainly seem like the perfect place to hide.”

Without another word, her mother pulled an old frayed photograph out from within the small chest. She studied it for a moment, another flash of old pain streaked across her face before she placed the picture before them. In the photo a family depicting a black-haired dour man, a haughty blonde woman who looked disturbingly like her mother, and three young girls each dressed in formal gowns were stood before an ornate black stone fireplace with the sigil Tonks knew to be the Black family coat of arms.

“That picture was taken before my sister Bellatrixe’s 10th birthday ball. My grandmother insisted they host it there as Grimmauld Place was far too small for such an event.” Andromeda said shakily. “That was the last time I ever visited Black Manor…but I believe that’s where my sister resides to this day…”

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After they returned, the girls quickly filled Harry and Susan in on their meeting with Andromeda Tonks. Now they all sat within their shared living space, Harry watched Tonks as she stood quietly staring into the smouldering fire with a contemplative expression on her face.

“So what do we do now? Sneak into Black Manor and rescue Malfoy’s mum, all without somehow alerting Voldemort we’re there?”

“It’s not that simple Wonder Boy. We have no clue where the manor even is. It officially doesn’t exist according to ministry records, and my mum can’t remember either.” Tonks explained. “Sirius may be able to subpoena the land records from the Goblins, but even as Lord Black it’s doubtful. The property has belonged to Narcissa for going on three decades now. Technically, that makes it a Malfoy family residence.”

“And that’s not even to say that Voldemort spends all his time there,” Daphne added. “If he was smart, he’d move between a few different locations on a regular basis, especially if his health is still as bad as we think. He’s too paranoid to stay in one place.”

“So he has other safe houses then. What’s to say he doesn’t move Narcissa between them as well, if she’s even alive?” Harry pointed out. Susan nodded from her place to his left a disbelieving look settled on her soft features.

“Harry’s right, we have no proof Narcissa still lives. All we have is a letter from your mum and a theory on where she might be. And we’re supposed to what? Stage a rescue mission on the off chance she’d help us with the bypass stone?” Susan scoffed. “Maybe your mum’s right, but I do know that Narcissa Malfoy isn’t the only witch or wizard proficient in runic warding! There’s an entire department within the ministry dedicated to this type of magic! I’d bet anything that the Unspeakables would have at least one person who could provide the insight you need!” The redhead exclaimed.

Hermione reached over and placed a calming hand over Susan’s own. “We know that dear. Tonks pointed that out to her mum herself, but I don’t think this is just about our little side project anymore.” The brunette looked over to Harry with a softened gaze. “If Andromeda is right–then an innocent woman is being tortured and starved nearly every day by that monster. We can’t just sit by and do nothing.”

Harry furrowed his brow in thought. Hermione was right, despite the fact that the person in question was Malfoy’s mum, but that didn’t mean she deserved to be trapped within Voldemort’s clutches. Still there was a lot they didn’t know. While Harry was used to rushing into situations with a great deal of uncertainty, he barely made it out of many of those ordeals alive, much less unscathed. The thought of putting any one of the girls in danger like that scared him more than he’d like to admit.

Before his thoughts could spiral further, a sharp slap to the back of his head forced him from his musings.

“Ow!” He exclaimed, shooting a glare in Daphne’s direction. “What was that for?!”

“You were thinking stupid thoughts.” The blonde shrugged. “We all heard ‘em.”

Harry grumbled and rubbed the back of his head to soothe the ache. “Could have just scolded me like Hermione does. You’re all right though. If it were anyone else we’d be jumping at the chance to rescue them. The question is, what do we do now?”

They all looked at one another, a single thought passing through all their minds as four sets of eyes turned towards the purple-haired woman stood by the fireplace. Tonks rolled her eyes in exasperation as they faced her.

“Yeah yeah, leave it to the grown-up to make the plan.” She snorted. “Well, for one thing, I’m not letting any one of you tackle this half-cocked. We have plenty of resources at our disposal so we’ll be doing this MY way. That means through all the proper channels, got it?”

“Ugh–boring…” Daphne muttered.

“Oi you asked me Greengrass!” Tonks said, sticking her tongue out playfully at the blonde. Daphne responded most maturely–by flipping the metamorph the bird.

“Annnyway…”Tonks continued. “I’ll fill Boss Bones in on our little theory. Harry, can you contact my dear mutt of a cousin and see what he can find about the manor?” At Harry’s nod, the metamorph continued. “Good, then by any luck we’ll soon have a better idea of what we’re dealing with and how to free my aunt from the Dark Cunt.”
As she said this, Susan, Harry, Hermione, and Daphne all shared a look.

“What?” Tonks asked. “Oi! No secrets now! I’m in your heads remember?” She said tapping her skull. “Spit it out!”

“It’s nothing serious!” Hermione said. “It’s just…you called her your aunt. I don’t think you’ve referred to her by anything but Narcissa or Malfoy until now.”
Tonks huffed and turned away, a small blush of embarrassment colouring her cheeks.

“Yeah…well…shut up!”

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It was two days later when Harry was finally able to contact his godfather. Sat within a private corner of the library, he used the enchanted mirror the man gifted him on his birthday. Filling the ex-convict in on their theory about Narcissa and where she was being held took a while, but soon Sirius was fully caught up.

“I don’t remember much about that old dusty place, to be honest with you pup.” Sirius said. “Arcturus was a codgy old fucker and hated people, his family included. The only time I ever even visited Black Manor was when my grandmother forced him to host some event or another. After she died, none of us even saw Arcturus again until a few days before he croaked as well, and that was in a private room at Saint Mungo’s.”

“Sounds like you and your granddad didn’t get along.” Harry breathed. 

Through the mirror, Sirius shrugged. “Old Arty didn’t get along with anyone, though I do know him and I shared an unwavering hatred for my mother. To be honest, I can hardly remember a single conversation I had with the man. That’s one of the reasons I was so surprised he gave me such a large piece of the Black fortune without my parents knowing. I thought for years he hated me for leaving just as much as my parents did.”

Harry watched as his godfather’s usually mirthful face took on a more sombre expression. The man had come a long way since his stay in Azkaban, though while physically he was fine, it was obvious to see there were more than a few mental wounds he had yet to recover from. His division from his family was obviously such a wound, much like Andromeda’s.

“Well maybe seeing you leave was his wake-up call, you and Andromeda both.” Harry proposed. “Maybe you showed him just how much the Blacks were falling apart and in his mind, you were the only one who he thought could put it back together again. He obviously knew how destructive your mother was, and if what you told me about your father is true, then he knew Orion wouldn’t have the spine to stop her. Maybe Arcturus didn’t care for you as a grandfather should, but he obviously trusted you to be the next Lord Black the family needed.”

Sirius smiled through the mirror. With a shake of his head, the man gave a small bark of a laugh in disbelief.

“Merlin pup, you’re just like your mum. Lils always knew what to say to make someone feel better.” Sirius sighed.

Harry gave the man a shrug. “Just speaking my thoughts.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sirius huffed out in amusement. “Don’t you have a class to get to or something of wise one?” He snarked.

Harry rolled his eyes. “So now you care about my education. Didn’t you try to pull me and Daphne out last week to go gambling in Magical Vegas?”

“Hey that girl would’ve made us a killing! That ‘Ice Queen’ persona she’s got is the perfect poker face!” Sirius argued.

Harry snorted and shook his head. “You’re the epitome of a role model Sirius. You’ll look into the manor though?”

“You betcha pup. I’ll call in a few days with everything I find.” Sirius confirmed.

Harry smiled and quickly bid the man farewell. Stuffing the mirror back into his robes, he stood and began to make his way out of the library.

It being decently early in the morning, classes wouldn’t be starting for a while longer so he wasn’t in too big of a rush. He walked a leisurely place through the shelves, occasionally stopping to tumb through a tome or two that caught his eye before moving on. It was only due to this laxity that he was able to catch the small whimper from two shelves over.

Harry was instantly on alert. He looked around quickly, searching for the source of the whimper as his wand sprang free from the holster on his wrist. Another whimper, this one followed by quiet giggling drew his attention to his left. Slowly he crept around, mindful to move slowly lest he gave away his presence. As he drew closer to the disturbance he began to pick up the tail end of a quiet conversation.

“-such a freak Looney! And freaks like you need to know their place!”

“Ow! You’re hurting me Marietta!”

Harry recognized the second voice. Though he only shared a brief carriage ride with Luna, the experience had been odd enough to sear the girl’s tinkling voice into his mind. Though even if Luna herself was a bit odd, she definitely didn’t deserve to be bullied for it.

With a scowl, Harry rounded the corner. The back of a dark-haired girl was facing him. Past her he could see Luna, her usually serene face twisted in a grimace of discomfort as the dark-haired girl’s hand gripped her wrist in a painful grasp.

Luna’s silvery eyes locked with his in a silent plea. Harry wasted no time in acting.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Edgecombe?!” He snarled.

Marietta Edgecombe instantly whirled around at the sound of his voice, thankfully releasing Luna’s wrist as she did so causing the younger girl to fall to the ground with a small whimper of pain.

“P-Potter?! What are you- You know what? Doesn’t matter! This isn;t any of your business!” Marietta all but snarled.

Harry scoffed and pushed past the Ravenclaw witch. Kneeling down, he took Luna’s hand in his and inspected the bruise rapidly forming on her wrist.

“Are you okay Luna?” He asked gently. “Do you want me to take you to Pomfrey?”

Luna opened her mouth to speak, but Marietta’s nasally voice interrupted her.

“She doesn’t need the bloody hospital wing Potter! We just had a little misunderstanding. Like I said, it’s none of your business!”

Harry stood and turned on the girl, his face twisted in an angry scowl as he towered over the dark-haired witch. “Well I’m fucking making it my business Edgecombe. A misunderstanding? She has a bloody bruise on her arm! You’re lucky I don’t drag you to Flitwick right this instant! I will be informing him of this though, so just do yourself a favour and fuck off before you dig yourself a deeper hole Marietta!” Marietta took a step backwards unconsciously at his angry tone. Gone was the ugly scowl and instead, it was replaced with a look of embarrassment and fear. She looked down towards Luna, and for a moment Harry thought she might actually be stupid enough to argue, but surprisingly the dark-haired witch turned and quickly scampered off–no doubt to try and plan some lie to cover her own arse before Harry could speak with her head of house. That was fine, he already sent a mental ping to Tonks and the metamorph would likely be at Flitwick’s office before the girl even left the library.

Watching Marietta finally disappear around the corner, Harry knelt back down and helped Luna to her feet. Luna winced slightly when he accidentally brushed against her bruised wrist but said nothing.

“C’mon, I’m taking you to see Pomfrey, and afterwards we’ll be speaking to Flitwick and Auror Tonks. Marietta won’t be doing something like this again Luna, I promise.” Harry said as he gently wrapped an arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to make a fuss.” Luna whispered after a few moments of silence. “It was my fault after all. I was searching to see if Madame Pince finally ordered a book on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks when I accidentally bumped into Marietta.”

Harry sighed and continued to lead the girl to the hospital wing. “Bumping into someone doesn’t necessitate this Luna. Marietta overreacted and you at least deserve an apology. I mean who treats someone like that!”

Luna said nothing in response and instead bowed her head. Harry felt his suspicion rise as the silvery-haired girl refused to meet his gaze. With a frown, he halted their walk and turned to face the younger witch.

“Luna…does stuff like the incident with Marietta happen often?” He asked gently.

Luna still remained silent, but after a few moments, he watched as her head nodded up and down. Doing his best not to visibly react Harry steeled his anger and continued. “Is it just Marietta who does things like this or…?”
This time Luna shook her head, a small sniffle sounding out from her bowed head making Harry’s blood both burn with anger and heart clench with sympathy.

“Luna-” He said, using his fingers to gently raise the girl’s chin up to match his gaze. “-I promise you they’ll never hurt you or call you names again. I’ll make sure of it.”

Luna gave him a watery smile, a small hiccup leaving her lips before she was suddenly wrapping him up in a tight hug.

“You’re very kind Harry Potter.” She whispered. Before Harry could respond though, Luna suddenly squeaked with surprise and pulled back with her hand pressed against his chest. “Oh!” She exclaimed.

Harry made to question her outburst, but as he opened his lips a funny tingle spread out from the younger witch's hand and across his chest before, suddenly, Harry could feel his and Luna’s consciousness being pulled inward into his mind.

It was an odd sensation, uncomfortable even. He could still ‘see’ himself and Luna standing in the hallway–Could even still feel his body as usual, but there was a new perspective now too. He could see…himself? Standing in front of him with his arm reaching out and touching his own body? It was a startling realization that he was seeing from Luna’s eyes as well as his own, yet just as soon as he realised this, he felt his consciousness being pulled away once more.

There was a flash of light, blinding and dazzling a the same time. He could feel the presence of Luna. Was it Luna? Her own mind perhaps? Soul? Harry didn’t know. All that he could tell was that she was there as a vision appeared before him…except it wasn’t a vision, but a memory. As the memory formed, Harry felt his curiosity turn to dread as he realized just exactly which memory it was.

‘Oh!’ The sound of Luna’s voice chimed in his head, it was like the sound of tinkling wind chimes and whispers of wind through the trees. ‘I did not realize Professor Tonks was that flexible! It’s quite impressive!’

Harry groaned in embarrassment as the scene continued to play out before them. He remembered that night. It was one of the last days before he and the other girls left for Hogwarts and Fleur returned to her work at Gringotts. Hermione and Susan had both been spending a little more time with their families that night, leaving only him, Daphne, Tonks, and Fleur to…entertain themselves.

“Oui! Prends cette grosse bite mon amour! Votre chatte ne demande qu’à être comblée!” Fleur moaned aloud in French. The Veela was on her hands and knees with her face positioned inches from where Harry’s cock was busy drilling mercilessly into Tonks’ sopping wet cunt. Beneath the blonde witch, Daphne’s own golden-coloured locks peaked out from between Fleur’s perfectly moulded arse cheeks as his girlfriend devoured the foreign witch’s pussy.

Tonks cried out, both in response to Fleur’s dirty words and the feeling of Harry’s cock ravaging her inner walls. 

The pink-haired auror could only moan and squirm from her current position. Harry had her entire body practically folded in half beneath him. His hands were clasped around the underside of her thighs for support while also forcing her legs to up above her head. At this angle, he was all but bettering her poor g-spot with every savage thrust. Her pussy was a slip-n-slide of her juices, gushing forth from her folds as she screamed again and again with climatic pleasure.

“You are breaking ‘er mon cher!” Fleur gasped. The French witch was watching him fuck the screaming metamorph with rapt attention while also reaching back to push Daphne’s face deeper into her cunt. “Your cock is ruining ‘er chatte serrée for ozzer men! She cannot ‘ope to be satisfied by anyzing ozzer zan your wand~” Fleur giggled

In the present, Harry had a feeling his real body was a healthy dose of red as he and Luna were both forced to watch the scene play out. A million questions were racing through his mind. What was causing this strange phenomenon, why was it showing THIS memory of all things, and most importantly, how the hell did he stop it?!

‘How interesting-’ Luna’s voice broke through his thoughts once more. ‘I knew Professor Tonks had chosen to join with you and the others after the strings appeared around her head a few weeks ago, but I don’t see them around her or the Beauxbaton Champion in this memory like I see Daphne’s.’ He heard the younger witch hum in thought for a moment, all the while the scene continued to play out before them. ‘Does this mean soul binding isn’t a prerequisite to having coitus?’

Harry sputtered mentally, unsure of how to respond to the girl. Thankfully he was saved, if you could even put it that way, from explaining the ins and outs of casual sex by an earth-shattering scream.

“Bien!” Fleur gasped. The French witch was sat full on Daphne’s face now, eagerly grinding her hips atop his girlfriend’s face while Daphne furiously toyed with her own pussy. It was Tonks’ scream that Fleur was celebrating. The metamorph thrashed against Harry’s grip as her womanhood convulsed in a sudden and intense climax. Harry grunted from the sheer tightness of the pink-haired vixen's cunt as it trembled around him. Tonks had a habit of losing control over her shapeshifting abilities when she came, meaning that every now and then her cunt would tighten to near-impossible levels. It also sometimes caused her facial features to change, though that was a bit rarer. It had been quite a surprise one day when one second he’d been atop Tonks making her scream his and the next he was suddenly balls deep inside a carbon copy of Professor Sinistra as she came around his cock.

Needless to say, Tonks did her best to keep a better handle on her powers during sex after that day, though she did say she wouldn’t mind using her abilities for a little roleplay from time to time.

Harry was forced to pull free from Tonks’ folds as she grew from amazingly tight to near painful. The metamorph whimpered as he did so, the release of his grip on her thighs finally allowing her to fully convulse as the last spasms of her orgasm ran its course.

“She is beautiful when she cums, non?” Fleur moaned. Her cerulean blue eyes trailed down to his still-stiffened cock while a gleeful smirk spread its way across her lips. “But you are not satiated mon amor? Come!” She said, patting the space of mattress between Daphne’s legs. “We will fix zat!”

Harry did as he was told, moving over until he was positioned between Daphne’s long creamy legs. Fleur leaned down without a word and wrapped her juicy plump lips around his throbbing member. Harry's moan of satisfaction was matched by Fleur’s own as the Veela revelled in the taste of Tonks’ pussy on his cock. The blonde bombshell worked diligently, lathering her tongue over every inch of his cock as she cleaned him of Tonks’ essence. Once satisfied, Fleur took him as deep as possible down her velvety throat, earning another moan of ecstasy from Harry, before she pulled off his cock with a light ‘pop!’

“Délicieux! Now I wish to see you ruin Daphne as you ‘ave ze lovely Nymphadora~” Fleur purred. 

With that, the blonde guided his cock down to Daphne’s folds. The Slytherin witch moved her hands from her clit to allow him entrance and moved up to wrap around Fleur’s hips. Daphne’s pussy parted for him with ease. Their bodies knew each other well and within moments he was fully hilted inside her divine cunt.

“Fuck ‘er mon amor~” Fleur purred, dragging her tongue down his abs and across Daphne’s clit. “I wish to feel ‘er scream into my pussy~”

Harry smirked at the blonde’s naughty words and nodded. Placing one hand on the back of Fleur’s head and the other on Daphne’s thigh, Harry began to move his hips, pushing his cock in and out of his girlfriend’s soaking wet quim with loud slaps of flesh against flesh.

Daphne’s moans of pleasure were muffled by Fleur’s cunt. The Veela’s juices coated the entirety of Daphne’s chin and neck, filling the air around them with the scent of her sweet arousal.

“Zat’s it! Oui!” Fleur gasped as she began to rock her hips abc against Daphne’s face. “Fuck ‘er just like zat! Oh mon dieu!” 

As Fleur’s own moans built alongside Daphne’s, the French witch alternated between cursing in her native tongue and then using said tongue to lap at Harry’s cock as it slammed into Daphne’s cunt. Harry had no clue how long this went on for. He was lost in a world of pleasure and his body moved on its own at this point. All he knew was that suddenly there was a muffled scream followed by a cry in French before both women shook in climax.

Their orgasms were like a trigger for his own. As Daphne’s cunt tightened around him, Harry couldn’t help but release his load of hot molten cum deep within his girlfriend’s folds. Not to be left out of the fun, Fleur instantly began to lick and suck at Daphne’s clit in an attempt to scoop up any stray droplets of his seed that managed to escape. Deciding to reward her, Harry pulled free of Daphne and pushed his pulsing cock between the blonde’s lips without warning. Fleur didn’t mind, however, as she moaned heatedly around his cock while more and more of his cum shot down her throat.

As the sound of moaning faded so too did the memory and without warning, Harry felt his consciousness pull back to his body, returning him to the hallway with Luna as if nothing had even occurred.

‘What the FUCK was that?!’ Daphne’s voice hissed in his mind.

‘Are you okay?’ Harry asked. ‘Did any of you see that?’

‘See?’ Susan’s voice joined in. ‘No, we didn't see anything, but we certainly felt it. Everything’s all…woozy.’

“Harry?” Luna’s voice pulled him from his mental conversation with the girls. He turned to face Luna, finding her swaying slightly on her feet.

“Luna! Are you okay?!” He asked, frantically looking over the girl for any other injuries besides the one on her wrist.

“Oh, I’m quite alright, thank you.” Luna said in her usual serene voice. “I was simply wondering if I could perhaps try what we just saw with you and the others sometime? It looked quite fun!”

Harry sputtered, his mind failing to think of a response as the sound of Daphne and Tonks’s laughter filled his head.

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Author’s Note

Whew this was a long one, but had to get the story moving again before we begin to move on to the mid-act finale! Hope you all enjoyed!

Thanks for reading!