Consort of Destined Death Chapter 6

He had barely bothered with subtlety as he explored the restricted section of the library under his invisibility cloak, grabbing whatever books looked useful for navigating the Lands Between.

Everything from texts covering basic defensive spells to ones containing some of the foulest magic ever created were plucked from the shelves. The old Harry would have been horrified to see him carrying books containing such spells, but he was desperate. He needed to get stronger, to be able to not only defeat those monstrous beasts that roamed the Lands Between, but also the very demigods who carried Great Runes.

Next came finding a table to sit at and study, one where he wouldn’t be disturbed or harassed. Students sent him glares and nasty looks as he walked through the library, as Harry awkwardly carried the large stack of books. He eventually found a table to sit at that was mostly empty, with Susan Bones from Hufflepuff being the only other occupant.

A stack of books sat in front of him then, each one giving the impression that he was some aspiring Dark Lord, and Harry soon picked one from the pile and delved in. The Hat might have placed him in Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw, but that didn’t mean he was a complete idiot.

He used to score high marks in muggle school… at least until Dudley threw a tantrum and Harry learned to botch his class work intentionally. But those skills were returning to him now, as he effortlessly wrote down pages of notes as he went from one book to the next.

Time began to blur as he delved into each text, scribbling down any spells he thought useful to practice later in the chamber. The bubblehead charm. Harry wished he knew that one before entering Caelid.

“Um… Harry?” A shy voice pulled him from his studying, as Susan Bones called out to him. She was the only other person sitting at his table in the library, and didn’t seem dissuaded by his presence for some reason. “What are you doing?”

He turned to look at her, and while he had more important things to focus on, Harry wasn’t blind to just how beautiful Susan was. The redhead was one of the most attractive girls in Hogwarts, and not just for her flowing red hair and cute face, but for her body. She was a buxom and curvy girl with utterly massive tits and a fat ass any guy would struggle to look away from.

At her question, he looked over the pile of questionable reading material in front of him. I’m trying to survive the Lands Between.

“I’m studying for the tournament.” He answered, seeing as it wasn’t a complete lie.

“Oh.” The redhead replied, and he spotted a blush on her face that was quite noticeable. “I- um, am sorry that your name came out the Goblet.”

He blinked. “You believe me?”

Susan nodded. “Your reaction when your name came out proved it. Cedric also told the rest of us that you didn’t put your name in. B-But everyone else refuses to believe you, because they’re all just jealous prats!”

He let out a slight laugh as she ranted at the end, making the redhead blush in embarrassment. “Thanks, it’s good to hear that someone believes me.”

His respect for her rose in that moment, and he mentally noted her among the few in his life he could be civil with. His roommates had all abandoned him, along with most of Gryffindor House and the other Houses, but that didn’t mean everyone was against him. He still needed to have friends and allies in Hogwarts, and not just abandon this life for the Lands Between.

Susan nodded at his words, her face still red for some reason, and she then opened her mouth as if to reply—

“‘Arry Potter.” The sudden interruption made Susan jump, and he turned to see Fleur Delacour standing next to his table. The French witch had a frown on her lips, as she studied his reading selection with a scrutable gaze.

“Do you need something, Delacour?” He asked calmly, all while keeping his expression carefully neutral. The Beauxbatons Champion had been quite snooty and arrogant around him so far, and he didn’t want to start an altercation with her right in the middle of the library.

Fleur looked at him then, and for some reason he could spot a hint of something lingering at the edge of her gaze. The French Champion pulled out a newspaper of all things before sitting it on the table. He immediately spotted a picture of him and Fleur talking together during the weighing of the wands on the front page, with the title sitting right above it.

Boy Who Lived… or Boy in Love?

By Rita Skeeter

Young love, or dangerous distraction? That is the question on everyone’s lips after yesterday’s Weighing of the Wands, where Hogwarts very own Harry Potter was seen in suspiciously close conversation with the Beauxbatons champion, Fleur Delacour.

Readers will remember that the Triwizard Tournament has already been plagued by scandal, such as Potter’s shocking, ‘accidental’ entry being the chief among them, along with his strange disappearance that sent tournament organizers reeling. But is there more to this tale than meets the eye? Our sharp-eyed photographer caught the pair standing apart from the other champions, heads bent close, expressions far too warm for casual acquaintances—

He rolled his eyes after a minute of reading the article, and looked up to see Fleur standing there with her arms folded as she tapped her foot irritably. Whatever reaction she hoped to get out of him from the article clearly didn’t occur, seemingly making her more irritable.

“Are you not bothered by zis?” She asked, before scoffing as if she came to a realization. “Of course not, you are probably happy to lie about us being together.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about Harry like that!” Surprisingly, it was Susan who spoke up. The redhead reminded him of an angry kitten, glaring at the older girl as if she had committed some grave misdeed.

“Stay out of zis, leetle girl.” Delacour dismissed the Hufflepuff, making Susan even more angry.

“It’s okay, Susan.” He held up a hand, stopping any retort Susan would have. “As for the article, it was obvious that Skeeter would write something stupid like this anyways. It’s not my fault she wrote what she did, so go take your anger on someone else, Delacour.”

The French witch’s gaze narrowed in outrage before she turned and swiftly left, not bothering to reply. Meanwhile Harry went back to his studying, viscously memorizing new and dark magic with an unmatched fervor.

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Daphne couldn’t help but stare.

Her potions textbook lay forgotten as she stared across the library at the back of Harry Potter’s head. She watched as he devoured texts like a starved Ravenclaw, reading through a pile of books as high as a first-year. What are you up to, Potter?

Unconsciously, her eyes drifted to the only other occupant of Harry’s table, being Susan Bones from Hufflepuff. The girl was shy and weak, someone Daphne never really cared much about, and yet her lip curled at seeing the girl’s proximity to Potter. It didn’t help that Bones was considered one of the most beautiful girls in the school, something that didn’t improve Daphne’s mood in the slightest. Why am I acting this way?

She told herself she was merely curious, coming off their interaction in the 2nd floor girl’s bath still in mind. Potter was the Boy Who Lived, the reckless Gryffindor fool everyone whispered about, and now one of the Triwizard Champions. She was only watching because he was the center of attention, that was all.

For some reason her mind drifted to the article in the paper that morning, about him and the French Champion, a Veela, being in some secret relationship. Deep down she knew it wasn’t true, but for some reason it grated on her.

The article was complete nonsense. Lies from start to finish. She knew it, everyone with half a brain knew it. And yet, the image of Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour had stayed with her all day, buzzing in her mind like an irritating gnat.

“Daphne?” Astoria, her younger sister, interrupted her thoughts. “You’ve been glaring at the same spot for ten minutes. What’s caught your attention?”

“Nothing.” Daphne said coolly, absentmindedly turning a page of her untouched Potions textbook with deliberate calm, even though she hadn’t read any of it.

Tracey Davis, however, was quicker. She twisted in her chair, followed Daphne’s gaze, and let out an incredulous laugh. “Are you really staring at Harry Potter?”

“I am not.” Daphne said icily, though she felt a faint flush creep traitorously up her neck. She dropped her eyes back to her book, but Tracey and Astoria had known her far too long for her to hide her reaction.

“You so are!” Tracey teased, lowering her voice in mock scandal. “The Ice Queen, pining after the Gryffindor Golden Boy? I didn’t think you even noticed boys.”

“Don’t call me that.” Daphne snapped back, a little too quickly. “And I certainly don’t notice him.”

Astoria looked over at Potter’s table, and then grinned like a cat. “Then why are you jealous of Susan Bones?”

“I am not jealous!” Daphne hissed, only to realize too late she had been tricked.

But even as Tracey and Astoria whispered and giggled, Daphne’s eyes betrayed her once more, flicking back across the library. Am I actually jealous?

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It was late at night, curfew having long since passed as the halls of Hogwarts laid barren of any activity. It was just like before, where she found herself sneaking out of the Slytherin dorm to come to the 2nd floor girl’s bath once again.

She didn’t know what exactly brought her there. Maybe it was seeing Potter interacting with Bones in the library that made her come. Or even the article from that morning and the thought of seeing Potter with that French Witch. Either way, Daphne found her newfound passions towards Harry Potter getting the best of her.

The door flew open then as Harry entered the second floor girl’s bath, only to pause in stride at the sight of her.

“Greengrass?” His voice rumbled questioningly. “What are you doing here?”

“I—um…” Her heart hammered in her chest, her tits straining against her bra as her core became wet. It was unlike anything she had felt ever before, that sensation that left her breathless and hot. “I wanted to see you…”

Words failed her. She couldn’t possibly express how she felt, having never so much had an inclination for any of these feelings before.

He moved closer to her, and it was just like last time. She could feel his breath on her chin, and see the way his green eyes watched her intently. “Are you… interested in me, Daphne?”

She felt herself shiver at the question, and she couldn’t help but nod. Daphne Greengrass had an obsession with Harry Potter, that much she knew. But beyond that she was helpless as to what to do next, feeling less like the competent Greengrass heiress and more like some lovestruck schoolgirl.

Harry leaned in, and she belatedly did the same as their lips met. It started soft as they felt each other out, before turning demanding. It was the kind of kiss shared between two people both suddenly attracted to one another, who both wanted to explore their partner.

She felt his hands all over her, from her big breasts to the small of her back and her ass. She didn’t hold back either, running her dainty fingers through his hair before pressing a hand to his chest. For some reason that hand fell downwards, grasping at his growing bulge.

Her eyes widened at what she felt, a gasp escaping her lips. He was huge.

As if sensing weakness, Potter advanced, unrelenting like a predator. Next thing she knew, she was on her knees.

Harry undid his belt and soon lowered his trousers, leaving her staring at the massive bulge that stretched out his underwear obscenely. She swallowed thickly, doing the honor of leaning in before pulling down the thin fabric to expose his manhood.

His cock swung upwards before falling down under its own weight, and Daphne felt the breath leave her chest. It was so massive that she struggled to see around it from her kneeling position, and its length was comparable to her forearm, close to being a foot. Thick veins ran sporadically on the sides, pumping enough blood and magic through it to fuel a cock of such gargantuan size.

Its head was intimidating, a missile ready to spear and defile any maiden it so wished. And beneath the mammoth shaft laid two large balls, each heavy and big enough to overflow her palms.

“By Morgana…” Daphne whispered, shakily eyeing Potter’s cock.

It was Potter’s hand that brought her back to reality, as it suddenly landed on the top of her head. His fingers threaded through her blonde hair and gripped her scalp, an act done to establish dominance. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her lips parting as he guided his cockhead into her warm mouth.

She opened wide, and then wider still as her cheeks struggled to wrap around his humongous girth. It filled her entire mouth, and yet she hungered for more. She planted one hand on his shaft, then another, as she desperately tried to inhale more of it. It bruised against the back of her throat, and then went downwards.

Mascara stained her face, her eyes watering from the effort. She slobbered him in drool as it leaked out the corners of her mouth and fell down onto her dress shirt, staining it and hinting at the black bra underneath.

GLUUUUUURK

Horrendous sucking noises filled the air as he shoved more of his length into her, his hand unrelenting as it gripped her skull. It almost felt like it was too much, that she would fail to swallow his entire shaft, but Daphne refused to let that happen. The Slytherin Ice Queen would rather asphyxiate from Potter’s massive cock than admit defeat.

She thought of Susan Bones then, and how the Hufflepuff redhead sat so close to Potter earlier in the library. Daphne imagined Susan in her place, taking his cock, with Potter having moved on to the redhead witch if she failed in her task. Even worse, she thought of Fleur Delacour, imagining that smug French Veela bitch smirking as she sucked Potter’s cock in Daphne’s place.

GLURRRK GLUUURK GLURK

She ignored the pain, the urge to gag, as she forced herself all the way down. She could hear Potter groaning in the background, yet paid no attention as her head moved back and forth along his dong.

She was becoming a mess of saliva and sweat, her blonde hair a mess as Potter took matters into his own hands and practically rammed himself into her. Yet Daphne didn’t care. All she wanted was for Potter to come undone, for him to release his load so she could swallow his seed.

When he came, it was like a cannon. She could feel her throat bulge as his cock thickened, before erupting in a massive load he sent straight into her gullet. His next load came as he pulled out of her, straight into her waiting mouth which he filled to the brim with cum.

Daphne barely had time to recover, much less swallow it all, before he pulled out of her and had his engorged cock pointed strait at her face. The next moments were a blur as he hosed her down with his seed, his cannon of a cock coating her entire face with each blast. Her eyelids were forced closed by thick seed, her pristine hair soaked with cum, with thick strands of it falling from her lips.

Her Slytherin Ice Queen facade was stripped away in that moment, branded and marked by Harry Potter and his massive cock. She moaned like a whore as her brain seemed to be overloaded by the sensation, the experience almost too much to handle as she struggled to recover what human senses she possessed.

Eventually, Daphne managed to wipe the cum from her eyes and vanish some of it with her wand. She then looked around the abandoned bathroom, expecting Harry Potter to be patiently waiting for her to recover, only to find she was alone and Potter was gone.

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The site of grace in the Chamber of Secrets vanished before his eyes, as he soon found himself looking up at the familiar red sky of Caelid. He was back in the abandoned church from before, the one he had left Melina and Millicent at before returning to Hogwarts.

“Harry Potter, I see you have returned.” A feminine voice came from behind him, making him tense.

He spun around to face the woman that spoke, and it took him a moment to realize just who he was facing. The sick red-haired girl from before, Millicent, stood in front him, her stature tall and proud. She looked healthier, albeit with her right arm still missing along with wearing those dirty clothes, and he couldn’t help but notice the strange sword resting on her hip.

She outstretched her left arm then, and his eyes widened as he spotted the Dectus Medallion clutched in her hand. “I believe you were searching for this?”

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18