Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 24 - Between Good & Evil

[A/N: All relevant characters are adults.]

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Splash!

"The father's bone!" Barty Crouch Jr. hissed, still disguised as Alastor Moody. "Unwillingly given."

Splash!

"Flesh of the servant! Sacrificed willingly—Aaaargh!"

Splash!

"And finally, the blood of the enemy." Barty licked his lips, the effects of the potions waning. He looked at Harry, caught in place. "Forcibly taken… So the Dark Lord shall rise mighty! Once again!"

Shhhh~

Instantly, the entire cauldron caught fire. In pure bliss, Barty stepped back but kept staring at it.  

"Grrrrr~"

The entire cauldron transformed, or perhaps vanished. The potion inside magically turned viscous and soon, a demonic, inhumanly human body hovered in the spot, writhing, growling like a beast. 

Dark mist rose around its demonic body. And it didn't take long for the inhumanly tall creature to take full shape and the dark mist to turn into a loose, black robe around its lanky form. Pale skin, a chalk-white, skull-like face, snake-like slits for nostrils, red eyes and cat-like slits for pupils, a skeletal thin body, and long, thin hands with unnaturally long fingers.

"Hah…" The Dark Lord mused with a chuckle, checking his own body. "Hand me the wand, Barty."

And then, the Dark Lord summoned all the Death Eaters. The dark clouds in the sky took the shape of a massive skull with a snake passing through. An ominous sign for any eye. 

Wooosh!

Wooosh!

The Death Eaters started appearing in their half masks and pointy hat robes. The Dark Lord seethed at them, angered by their quick acceptance of his demise. 

"Not one of you tried to find me! Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you… Lucius!"

Quickly, Lucius fell to his knees and professed his undying loyalty, even going as far as removing his entire hood, revealing his full face and long hair.  

"...I have been obliged to present each day since your… absence… That is my true mask." 

Boom!

Thunder struck in the sky out of nowhere. But everyone ignored it, a mere natural phenomenon. Voldemort ignored Lucius and recreated Barty's severed hand. 

Boom!

But the thunder struck again, and this time, instead of rain, the clouds unnaturally started to spread apart, clearing the sky for the sunset light to pass through and cover the ominous graveyard. 

Boom!

Finally, Voldemort and all the Death Eaters stared up at the phenomenon. 

FLASH!

And then, a smaller flash came. 

FLASH!

And many more. 

And faster than the flash itself, countless figures appeared, tall, flying in the air as if walking. Covered in dark leather trench coats, white masks on their faces with no expressions. They all spread around in a massive circle, covering the entire graveyard. 

FLASH!

Finally, Voldemort and the Death Eaters realized what those smaller flashes were. They were cameras.

Voldemort's evil eyes instantly noticed the subtle difference in the mask of one man and knew who the leader was. But still, there were fifty figures flying. He moved rationally, the very thing that had kept him alive till now. 

"Who are you? You do not strike me as the Ministry's puppet."

But in response to Voldemort, the supposed leader raised his arms wide to the side. Right away, the fifty figures surrounding the sky took out their wands and swung them toward the edges of the graveyard.

Shhhhh~

A colossal, fifty-foot-high wall of fire arose from the ground, forming a large circle, enclosing Voldemort and his few Death Eaters. 

Voldemort frowned lightly but didn't shake in fear. There wasn't much he feared. "Your actions are unprovoked, whoever you are."

"SILENCE! Filthy subhuman!"

Voldemort almost recoiled in his steps. The voice that came from the sky was too loud, making his ears rattle. It was heavy, full of pride and confidence, something he considered to possess the most. And the way he was addressed, it enraged him. 

"We have not come for you, Voldemort. We don't care what games you play in your little playground—We have come for that slithering snake behind you."

Voldemort looked behind him and found Lucius. Confused, he looked back at the sky. "Lucius? You want him?"

"We shall take him—The question is, are you going to fall to save a traitor? Or will you stand aside? To make us an enemy or not—it's up to you."

"Us?" Voldemort's heart shivered a little. "How many are you?"

Snap!

The leading man snapped his fingers and out of nowhere, fifty more people dressed in dark coats and masks appeared, covering the sky. 

"And many more, Voldemort."

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"And many more, Voldemort."

Dudley watched from the sky, holding himself with as much imposing bravado as possible. He put his hands behind his back in a relaxed and confident manner, showing that the entire field was fully under his command. 

The round wall of fire burned continuously, trapping everyone there. All the anti-apparition means had been deployed. There was no escaping. 

Damn it! 

He noticed Cedric's dead body in the distance. He'd already warned Cedric indirectly on how to avoid a killing curse. But it seemed the change of Peter with Barty was lethal. Instead of a killing curse, Cedric's body was sliced, obliterated, skin sliced up with wounds. 

I tried… I couldn't do more, sorry. 

Dudley looked back at Voldemort, who was now interrogating his favored subordinate, Lucius. 

"What have you done, Lucius? Who are they?"

"I-I don't know, my Lord. I have never seen them before."

Voldemort looked back at the sky. "Who are you?"

Dudley scoffed behind his mask and gave the command. "Ready! If he asks one more question—kill them all! All but Lucius!"

Snap!

Woosh!

A hundred wands aimed directly at the ten or so Death Eaters and Voldemort. Each of them had ten wands directed at them. The numbers were overwhelming for them to deal with. 

What are you thinking, Voldemort? Give him up… You can't fight a hundred of us.

Dudley waited patiently. Voldemort right now wasn’t insane, he hoped. To save Lucius, making him an enemy who had more than a hundred wizards in command was foolish. Especially now when he didn't have any solid base. 

Ugh, Lily will be here any moment now.

"Aim!" Dudley ordered, even his calm words reverberated. 

At last, Voldemort looked behind at Lucius, a little disappointed, a little intrigued. Then, the tall, newly reborn Dark Lord stepped aside completely. "Ah... so the boy Potter is to me what Lucius is to you. I shall not hinder your vendetta, whoever you may be."

Dudley half agreed and half ignored Voldemort. 

"Take him!"

At Dudley's command, twenty Vanguards flew down to the surface, wands drawn out. While fifteen Vanguards gave cover, five quickly shot a disarming spell on Lucius, followed by a Stupefy. Of course, Lucius tried to disapparate, or run, but it was useless. 

Then, the five Vanguards threw a large, black sheet of cloth over Lucius' unconscious body. 

Woosh!

The sheet of cloth and Lucius, both vanished with a snap. 

Moments later, the twenty Vanguards returned to the sky, regrouping. As soon as everyone was back in position, the massive wall of fire was dismissed, and the dark clouds in the sky returned, bringing back the air of chaos and evil to the graveyard.

"HARRY!"

Lily flashed right into the graveyard alongside ten others. It was mostly Sirius, Remus, and a few other Order members and their friends. 

"Evans!" Voldemort seethed at the sight of her. He'd learned that she was alive and it was humiliating. The woman and her son were credited with his defeat. But he considered that a lie. "Die!" 

But before Voldemort could flick his wand towards Lily, who'd run to Harry, the ten others started hurling spells. Voldemort was forced to defend himself and step back. 

"I WILL KILL YOU ALL!"

Voldemort roared, but that was all he could do there. With Lily and her allies, and a hundred unknown wizards in the sky, he didn't want to start a battle there. 

Snap!

So, Voldemort apparated away, and the Death Eaters followed. 

Dudley watched the graveyard usher in a slow silence. He'd willingly allowed Voldemort to run away. Now was not the time to go after him. 

With nobody to fight, Sirius and Remus looked toward the sky helplessly. 

Dudley ignored them and watched Lily bring Harry down from the confining statue. After a quick hug, Harry ran to Cedric, crying. 

Better head back now. 

"Dismissed!"

Dudley sent the Vanguards away and used the Portkey to appear back beside the Forbidden Forest at the school. He quickly changed clothes with a flick of his wand and ran back to the tournament venue. 

"What did I miss?" He climbed the stands where Susan and Hannah were sitting with bored expressions. As expected, there was nothing to do once the champions entered the maze. It was like the second task. 

Susan shrugged and made some space so her unofficial boyfriend could sit between her and Hannah. "Not a thing, really. Honestly, I might’ve snoozed once or twice."

"It's boring." Hannah leaned against his shoulder on the side, her hand caressing his leg. "How are you feeling now?"

"Hard," he replied shamelessly, wrapping one arm around Hannah's back and the other Susan's. "Let's have some fun later."

Susan giggled and shamelessly placed her hand on his loins. Since others were sitting in front, nobody could see what she was doing. "I prefer that over this any time of the day."

Thud!

Pa-Papapa-pa!

All of a sudden, the band started to play music. Dudley stopped chatting with his girls and looked at the open area where Harry had appeared with Cedric’s dead body, behind him were Lily, Sirius, Remus, and a few others. 

"W-What happened?!" Susan jumped to her feet. 

"Is he okay?" Hannah asked. 

Dudley calmly rose from his seat while watching the chaos spread all around. The band stopped instantly, and Cedric's father, the Minister, and Dumbledore rushed over. 

"My son!"

But the Minister for Magic was more worried about moving the dead body away so the matter could be silenced. More worried about his image. 

It'll soon be in the gutters, you incompetent fuck.

"It's my boy!"

Cedric's father kept crying the entire time. Harry kept shouting that Voldemort had returned. Sirius Black confirmed it, having been freed from all charges and returned as Lord of House Black, he was trusted. Lily testified to the same, as did others. Remus was ignored, he wasn't considered human.

"Oh no!" Susan gasped. "Voldemort is back!"

Standing, he held Hannah and Susan's hands in his. "What do you mean, 'back'? He's been around for years now. Remember the first year's incident, then the whole Basilisk ordeal, and now this? It's always centered around him."

"Not very reassuring," Hannah murmured, her eyes a little teary. She was an emotional girl and seeing death wasn't common, even at Hogwarts. 

He pulled her closer into a hug, patting her back to calm her down. Susan was relatively calm, probably due to her aunt being an Auror. But still, he comforted both of them. They didn't have the luxury of knowing the future, or the strength he held now. 

The strength that he planned to expand nonstop. 

Never again—No one will take from me what's mine. 

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"Today, we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend." Dumbledore addressed the school in the Great Hall. "Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see… Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this…"

Among the students, Dudley stood at the far back, listening but not really. In his mind, he played the scenarios where he could have saved Diggory. But all of them would have resulted in early exposure. Cedric died fairly early after they landed in Godric Hollows. 

There was no way to save him. 

He told himself. 

I'm no hero. I've died once, not again. 

He tried to give himself a satisfactory answer. But the fact was that a living, breathing, good guy was dead. And he knew beforehand of his death. 

"And we'll celebrate a boy who was… kind and honest and brave and true, right to the very end…"

A tragedy had befallen Hogwarts, but days passed. The exams came and went, and soon the end of the fourth year arrived. It was more depressing than most this time. 

"Please visit me in France." Fleur hugged him in public, and he was barely able to stop her from kissing him as well. Over the past whole week, he'd satisfied her in every way imaginable, often multiple times a day. She was always a delight, always needy and greedy for more. 

As he waved the guests from other schools goodbye, he noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the side, smiling, chatting with each other about how they'd spend their summer. Their ignorance of the future was their peace. 

He knew the future, so he couldn't afford it. 

"Let's go." Dudley grabbed his small bag and headed to the gates where the carriages awaited them. 

"Out of my way, mudblood!"

Right then, he heard Draco rushing past him, clearly in a hurry. Dudley knew why, and he couldn't wait to reach London either. 

"What's gotten into him?" Susan frowned, glaring at Draco like she'd kill him. 

Dudley shrugged and kept walking. "Probably misses his mum's milk or daddy's spanking."

"Hehe, I could use that… spanking." Susan grinned at him. "I ignored you giving that Veela bitch your time. But no more."

"Come on, Susan. You and Hannah, you're the constants in my life—the rest? Mere distractions." Dudley hid nothing and honestly replied, no matter how hypocritical he seemed. "Let's go now… Gotta grab a cabin for ourselves."

They were among the first few to get into the train, so they easily found themselves a cabin. And since the three didn't really have any other close friends who'd sit with them, it was just them. They chatted for a while and waited for the train to start moving first. 

Once it was on the move, it was Susan who made the first move. 

"No ifs and buts, Dudley!" Susan threw herself onto him, settling onto his lap, straddled, her uniform skirt wrinkled up. "I won't see you for days—I need this."

Sensing her urgency, Dudley reacted fast. He whipped out his wand and flicked it toward the cabin door. With a sharp click, the lock sealed, and the partition’s glass darkened as the screens slid down. The moment was now theirs. Private. Intimate. A stolen bubble of filth on a moving train.

"Not this summer—I'll be mostly home this time."

"I don't care…" she breathed, grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

Susan devoured his lips with wet, hungry kisses, her tongue slipping into his mouth like she owned it. The messy suction of her mouth echoed lewdly in the tiny cabin, and she didn’t care one bit. She moaned into him, and ground herself against him, feeling his thick cock already hard beneath her.

There was no shame. No hesitation. At this point, they all knew exactly what they wanted from each other, and they gave it.

“Ummmh…” Susan moaned into his mouth.

Dudley grunted into her mouth, his hands squeezing her ass greedily through the fabric. But it wasn’t enough. He shoved both hands up under her skirt and felt nothing but skin. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Heh—” Susan giggled, breathless. Her lips were glossy from the kiss. “Just a girl with a plan.”

He chuckled, nodding in appreciation before yanking her in again, this time his palms grabbing her bare ass cheeks fully, spreading and kneading them until red finger marks blossomed. One hand slipped between her cheeks and found her soaked folds. Her pussy, slick and warm and so familiar. She belonged to him. From their first clumsy fuck in his home bedroom to every wild encounter since, she had only taken him.

"Ummmh~ Ohhhh~"

Grinding shamelessly, almost melting in his hands, Susan suddenly froze. Sat upright, she looked past her shoulder to the side, behind.

Dudley followed her gaze—and saw her.

Hannah sat across from them on the opposite seat, legs spread, panties dangling from one ankle. Her skirt was bunched up over her hips, her shirt unbuttoned, bra shoved under her full, creamy tits. Her fingers worked furiously—one hand rubbing her glistening pussy, the other tugging at her own nipple. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes glassy.

“On second thought…” Susan breathed, sliding off Dudley’s lap with a sultry smirk. “Give it to her first. She helped me study this year.”

She crossed the small space to Hannah, crouched beside her like a cat, and ran a gentle hand through the blonde’s hair.

“Good girl,” she whispered, voice thick with filth and fondness. “She deserves it more.”

Dudley could only laugh at her dramatics, but his cock pulsed, aching for more. He stood up, unbuckled his pants, and let both them and his boxers fall to the floor.

His cock sprang free; fully erect, veiny, and flushed with need. The bulging purple crown shone under the streaks of golden sunlight filtering through the window blinds, glistening with a bead of precum. Thick, heavy, and unashamed. 

“Sue, give her your lap and spread her for me.”

Susan’s eyes sparkled with glee. She unbuttoned her shirt with practiced speed, tugging her bra down to free her large, bouncing tits, the ones half the school had fantasized about. She took Hannah’s hand and pulled her upright.

Hannah looked momentarily startled, her face adorably annoyed, but she let Susan guide her anyway.

Susan slid into the seat and dragged Hannah onto her lap, positioning her with the blonde’s back against her chest. Susan spread her own legs and pulled Hannah’s thighs open too, leaving her suspended between them like a doll on display.

Hannah leaned back, her one arm hooking around Susan’s neck for balance. Her hair was a mess, her nipples hard, and her glistening cunt sat exposed and dripping, framed by Susan’s hands on her thighs, spreading her open.

Dudley stepped forward and knelt between Hannah’s legs.

She looked up at him with those big, watery blue eyes; so soft, so open. Her lips parted in silent invitation, the same mouth that moaned his name in every fantasy he’d had in the last week. She didn’t need to say a thing. Her body was already begging.

Dudley dropped to one knee between Hannah’s spread thighs and greeted her soaked cunt with a long, wet lick from base to bud. His tongue dragged across every hot fold, slow and hungry, savoring her taste. He loved the way her doe-like eyes fluttered and her lips parted into a helpless moan, her expression melting with every pass of his tongue. 

She squirmed, already twitchy from anticipation, and he took his time, lapping her up like something precious, filthy, and his.

Just like Susan, Hannah’s pussy had only ever known one cock; Dudley’s. And her snug, dripping entrance always welcomed him like it was made for him. 

He stood back up, guided his thick shaft, and slowly let his cock sink in as he leaned above them, savoring every gasp from Hannah as her petals stretched around his girth. Her cunt was tight and greedy, wet and hot, clenching as if to keep every inch buried. He pushed his cock in deeper, deeper still, until he was fully seated, his heavy balls resting against her, pulsing with heated need. It felt like sliding into home.

Most girls would’ve cried or begged at the sheer stretch of his girth, but his two perfect little gremlins, Hannah and Susan, had long since been reshaped by his cock. Two years of fucking them every which way had made them perfect fits, molded just for him. They knew each other’s rhythms, each other’s noises, and every pulse of his body.

“Ummh… As always… scorching hot,” Dudley growled against her lips, then kissed her, tasting the moan that trembled in her throat.

While he kissed Hannah, he saw Susan lean in to tease Hannah’s ear with her tongue from behind, licking the delicate shell, whispering things that made Hannah’s legs quiver wider.

“Heh—come here, you too,” Dudley murmured, pulling both girls into his orbit.

He leaned in further and kissed them one after the other, switching lips and tongues, breathing their shared scent. Then his arms snaked beneath Hannah’s knees, lifting and supporting her, freeing Susan’s grip. And then he began to fuck her right there.

Rough. Long. Deep.

Plap! Plap!

His hips surged forward, the sound of wet flesh clapping against flesh filling the cabin. Each thrust drove his cock through Hannah’s molten tunnel, and with every forward motion, his balls slapped down. Wet, heavy, and obscene; right against Susan’s bare pussy nestled just beneath Hannah’s. 

Susan had leaned herself back, presenting her slick pussy right underneath. The fleshy slap of Dudley’s family jewels smacking her puffy, soaked petals was maddening. His cock pistoned through Hannah, and the base of his shaft slid over Susan’s exposed clit, rubbing her raw with every brutal shove. Hannah’s ass bounced atop Susan’s lower stomach, jiggles rippling each time his hips met hers.

Both girls moaned like wanton little beasts; Hannah gasping, Susan giggling with pleasure and need. 

Dudley kissed their lips, their mouths opening for him without hesitation. His hands alternated between cupping Hannah’s tits and sneaking around to grope Susan’s. Her breasts pressed against Hannah’s back, and he sucked at both, nibbling Hannah’s taut nipples and then reaching for the single tit visible from Susan behind her.

“Oooh~” Hannah cried, slapping a hand over her mouth as she completely lost control. Her fingers trembling and clawing Dudley’s shoulders.

Then it struck.

Her orgasm tore through her like lightning; hot, sharp, and wild. Her pussy clenched around Dudley’s thick cock, milking him, spasming around the invading length. Her body jerked, her back arched, and she screamed into her palm, her juices gushing in a heated flood. The muscles in her thighs twitched, her toes curled, and her eyes went wide; locked onto Dudley’s sweaty, straining body. 

Something twisted in her chest, she loved it. She loved every filthy, wicked second of this. And wanted him even more, for doing her like this.

“Ummmh…” Hannah gasped, feeling his cock throb inside her. He was close, and she knew it.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him, her nails digging into his back. She pushed his hips forward, guiding him in deeper into her lust-filled hole until his cock bottomed out. Susan wrapped her arms around her from behind, supporting Hannah’s spent frame with ease.

“I-uh… g-give me… D-Dudley… yesss~”

Hannah’s cunt was drenched and sensitive, still throbbing around him. She once thought she might get jealous of Susan. Or Fleur. But now… it felt so natural to have Susan right there with her. She didn’t feel possessive anymore, not when Dudley gave his heart and body so honestly.

It felt like he belonged with her. With them. Permanently.

“Um—Ooooh~ I can feel it…” Dudley grunted, pulled tight, and jammed himself to the hilt. 

He erupted inside her, pumping her full of hot, thick batter. His cock jumped and twitched, shooting rope after rope of slick batter straight into her cunt. It flooded her, filling every fold, every crevice until it overflowed. But he didn’t stop.

He gave a few more deep thrusts, slow and deliberate, pressing down on her cervix while his cream oozed out around his shaft. It spilled down Hannah’s thighs, and even more of it leaked down to Susan’s soaked pussy below, dripping off her clit and onto the cabin floor in thick, lazy strands.

Finally, Dudley pulled out with a groan, his cock gleaming, softening, and he collapsed onto the cushioned seat behind him, panting like a man spent.

“My turn,” Susan purred.

Without missing a beat, she pushed Hannah aside gently, letting her slump beside Dudley. Then she straddled his lap, her skirt hiked up and rubbed her slippery, bald slit over his cum-glazed shaft. She moaned, the mess of their mingled juices making every glide stickier, nastier, filthier.

Her pink lower lips parted on his length, spreading his mess across her own folds like she was marking herself.

Dudley’s cock was already twitching back to life, pulsing hotly between his thighs from the warmth of Susan’s soft body pressed to his chest. He didn’t need long; he’d planned on fucking them both from the start. And Susan wasted no time. The moment she saw his shaft start to swell and rise again, she grabbed it, lined herself up, and sank down in one smooth, eager motion.

“Better—give me some too—ohhh, fuck yes,” she groaned with a grit of her pearly whites, thick with need.

Her ass bounced rhythmically on his lap, each rise and fall swallowing him to the root, her tight, wet cunt sucking him back in like a greedy little goblin. Every plunge ended with a meaty clap of her asscheeks smacking his thighs, the filthy slap echoing in the cabin like a steady, primal beat. 

Dudley kneaded her full bosom, fingers massaging the heavy, bouncing flesh as she rode him with feverish, frantic hunger, her red hair tossing.

Susan moaned and gasped as she fucked herself harder, grinding and swiveling her hips, clamping down on every ridge and throb of his shaft. Her lips found his again. Hot, messy kisses with spit dribbling at the corners, then his cheek, then his neck, biting down on his ear as if she couldn’t get close enough. She devoured every inch of him she could reach, intoxicated by his scent and the thick, pulsing heat buried inside her that she could feel right in her belly.

“Close… ooooh…” She hissed, her movements growing frantic, sloppy, her ass swaying in wide, greedy circles.

“Me… too,” Dudley growled, both palms now sinking into her waist, dragging her down harder, deeper, flesh slapping wet and obscene.

Right then, Hannah stirred beside him, not content to just watch. She rose onto her knees on the seat to his right, grabbed his jaw with a needy grip, and pulled his face into hers, kissing him deeply. Her tongue tangled with his as Susan bounced on his cock, the combined heat between their bodies boiling over.

But Susan wasn’t about to be left out. She leaned in, mashing her lips against both of theirs in a wet, breathless, delirious three-way kiss. Their faces pressed together, mouths sloppy with desire, the blend of their tastes, moans, and the scent of sex thick in the air.

“Uuuhnnn… mmmf!” Susan cried into the kiss, her pussy suddenly clenching down hard, squirting a hot gush around his shaft as her climax took her by storm. 

Her soaked walls gripped, spasmed around him, churning his cock with greedy, wet strokes. But she didn’t stop riding him; if anything, she fucked herself harder, even while trembling with overstimulation.

That was all Dudley needed to lunge over the edge of oblivion. He slammed up into her, grunting low and deep, and pumped his load inside her. His cock throbbed wildly and erupted, flooding her pussy with thick, slippery ointment that filled her up and kept on flowing. The warmth shot deep, coating every inch of her insides in creamy heat. She felt it travel higher with each spurt, so much that if she hadn’t downed a potion earlier, she might’ve been in trouble.

Still, she didn’t stop kissing him. Her lips were on his, then Hannah’s, then back again. Their tongues tangled together, three mouths messily tasting each other, gasping into each other’s breaths, lips swollen and wet from it all.

Dudley wrapped one arm around Hannah’s waist, the other still gripping Susan. He didn’t want to let go of either of them. The warmth in his chest rivaled the ache in his balls, and for a moment, he was nothing but raw satisfaction. 

These two—his girls, his lovers, his best friends; meant more than just pleasure. They were his home.

As his cock calmed down, slathered in a mix of nectar and cream, it slipped from Susan’s pussy with a wet plop. His vicious spill started to leak out of her, dripping down her thighs and puddling onto the seat beneath them. He kissed both girls again, softly this time, eyes roaming their blissed-out faces.

Hannah’s golden blonde hair was a tangled halo, cheeks flushed red and eyes glassy with pleasure. Susan’s fiery red mane was a glorious mess, her full lips parted, skin glowing from exertion. They were beautiful, filthy, wrecked, and utterly perfect.

Knock! Knock!

"Fuck!"

Susan quickly jumped off and searched for her wand. 

Hannah followed, panic-stricken. 

Dudley was quick to wave his wand and pull up his pants. He then waited for the two girls, though they still looked freshly fucked even with their hair fixed. Their spent faces told every story that needed to be told. 

Click!

Dudley unlocked the door. 

"Hermione?" He greeted the bushy-haired Gryffindor genius. 

Hermione eyed the cabin, her nostrils moving. "What's that… smell?"

"..."

"Shh!" Dudley quickly made up a story. "We were trying a new potion. Don't tell anyone!"

"I suppose that would make sense." Doubtful, Hermione nodded. She wasn't a fool and also saw some suspicious-looking white stains on the floor. "Oh, I came to ask if you're free this summer."

"I'll be in London most of the time."

"Great! Can we resume the Occlumency and Legilimency lessons? I think Harry needs to learn it too and I can teach him if I master it first." Hermione requested, but she couldn't hide the shameful blush and the twitching of her eyes. 

"Sure. But where?"

"My place?" Hermione offered. "I'll be helping Mum and Dad with the clinic."

I'll need to get some Vanguards to secure the area.

"Let's do that."

Hermione smiled cutely and stepped back. She eyed Hannah and Susan once and left. "Thanks, I'll see you later then."

Shhh~

The sliding door was closed shut. 

Dudley kept looking down, feeling Susan and Hannah's intense eyes on him. 

"So, what type of lessons are you giving her?" Susan interrogated.

Hannah agreed with that question. "Probably biology."

"..."

The best answer is no answer.

He kept his mouth shut like a true man. 

####

Ministry for Magic was in total chaos. The Minister screamed and shouted at everyone, trying his best, doing all he could to hide what happened. To ensure that no mention of Voldemort comes out. He threatened anyone he could, every type of media, especially the Daily Prophet. 

"You went ahead and announced it to the kids! That's against my order, Dumbldeore!"

Dumbledore calmly listened to Cornelius frantically pacing in the office. He'd said all he needed to but there was no helping it. Cornelius would rather save his seat than inform the people of the danger. 

"Minister," Amelia Bones began. "Multiple witnesses have confirmed the sighting. We must not treat this threat lightly. A student has lost their life. Sirius Black and Lily J. Potter have formally lodged complaints, alleging that the Ministry is concealing the Dark Lord's return. They question whether the Ministry has already been compromised by Dark Forces."

Cornelius' face soured. He glared at Amelia but said nothing. “We must exercise caution. Without direct evidence, any action might merely fan the flames of panic. More pressing, perhaps, is the account of over a hundred wizards flying at the scene. And Lucius Malfoy’s disappearance—his wife has sought my help on two occasions. These matters warrant our attention.”

"Investigating those mysterious wizards would mean acknowledging the Dark Lord is here as well. Furthermore, why was Lucius Malfoy even there? If he was, wh—" 

"No, no, Madam Bones, you're leaping ahead." Cornelius interrupted Amelia. "We'll have our people investigate and draft a report. And Dumbledore, kindly refrain from any further references to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The Ministry has declared the issue resolved."

"That was years ago." Dumbledore reminded him. 

"I don't care! I first need direct proof! Undeniable evidence that the Dark Lord is alive."

If only Cornelius Fudge knew how much he'd hate his wish in a few days.

####

"Ghk! Ghk! Ghk! Ghhhh-hhhhk! Unnngh!"

"That's right, keep it up. Move that tongue, Rita—You will be rewarded greatly."

"Mmmhhh~"

Dudley Dursley sat sprawled in a nice, plush armchair, legs stretched straight and wide, his dark pants pushed down to his thighs, all the while the curly-blonde-haired woman sat on her knees in between, leaning in, her tight, bright red lipstick-clad mouth latched tightly on his shaft. 

Her head bobbed up and down profusely, her throat tickled at each plunge, gag reflexes striking in but she controlled and maintained the pace to pleasure the man who held the ticket to her fame. Her crimson-painted nails were careful not to scrap his skin as she stroked him all the while. 

Her spectacles loosely rested on her nose, barely holding on. Her red lipstick had smudged the entire length of his thick, veiny shaft, making it appear red, as if swollen, which was perhaps the right word for one witnessing and blowing him for the first time. 

"You want the photos, don't you?"

"Ummmh… Yes… Mr… X!"

"Work harder then."

Dudley combed his fingers into her curly blonde hair and pushed her face down hard, jamming his entire cock in her throat. He kept her there, even shaking her head with his palms to settle in her massaging throat as deep as he could.

She opened her red lips as wide as she could, choking, tears pooling in her eyes, her nose flaring up. 

“Gck….” She gagged, choking on his iron-hard length. 

Only when she tried to push against his thighs did Dudley pull her head up. But as soon as she took a breath, he jammed her face back down on his cock. 

He started to fuck her face-hole thoroughly, hips arching up, cock plunging into her mouth ruthlessly. He used her mouth like it was a loose cunt. Every plunge made all of his cock vanish in her hot mouth. Feeling the back of her throat smack against his swollen cockhead.

“Umh...Ghk, ghk... Oh!” Her spit gurgled, dribbled down her chin and sputtered out of the gaps mixed with sticky precum. 

It was a hot, ripe, musk-thick mess; the kind that clung to your sinuses and soaked into your skin. The scent of spit, sweat, and sex hovered heavily in the air, coating every gasp. 

Dudley, dark-eyed behind his mask, watched Rita’s head work like a trained performer, her glossy red lips suctioned tight around the girthy shaft glistened with her saliva. Her curls bounced with every brutal thrust; the back of her throat was already wet with the rhythm of being used. Not gently, not sweetly, but filthily. 

She wanted this. She asked what she could do, and he obliged.

Dudley watched her head bob. The curvy woman, even older than Lily, wasn't that beautiful, but he still chose to deal with her this way. He wasn't Dudley Dursley for her, but the mysterious Mr. X who'd come out of nowhere and teased her with photos of Voldemort's return. And the real faces of all Death Eaters. 

Her lipstick was long gone, smeared like warpaint up his cock, which pulsed visibly with each deep push. She gagged hard, wet, guttural sounds that made his cock twitch. “Gkh! Grrggghk! Hkkk—hrrgkkk!”

It was music to him. Messy, choking, squelching—music. 

Her throat flexed, trying to accommodate him, tears streaking down her cheeks as she pressed forward again.

“Fuck—your mouth’s quite trained,” he growled, grabbing her hair in both fists now. He began to thrust, sharp and shallow at first, then faster, deeper, fucking her face with short, hungry snaps of his hips. 

Her cheeks ballooned around his girth, lips stretched tight as a seal formed, slurping noisily with every plunge.

Each time his cock slammed in, her nose smushed against his pelvis, and her throat clenched like it was trying to milk him. His cock throbbed, spit bubbled from her lips, and her moans vibrated up his shaft.

“Look at this fucking mess,” he rasped. 

Let's hope she gets the message. Dudley made a mess out of her entire face, all her makeup ruined. 

This was all she could offer him for his favor, that was the lesson she needed to learn. Her quill, her words, and her newspaper meant nothing. She had nothing of worth to give him while he could make her life a living dream. Or a literal hell if she took some undesired steps. This was Mr. X, Dudley's other side that would remain hidden for a long time.

"Uh… Your mouth's as good at sucking as it is at spewing nonsense! Keep it up… You'll get what you want—and more!" 

She moaned affirmatively, incoherent but desperate. And he felt it, the thick coil tightening, pressure building deep in his base.

With a sudden groan, Dudley shoved her head down one last time, burying every inch of himself into her spasming throat. Her lips grazed his balls, and with a feral snarl, he came, violently. Thick spurts shot straight down her throat, forcing her to swallow around him.

She gagged again, choking slightly, but held her ground like a starved animal at the altar of a god. Her lips fluttered, her throat convulsed, and his cock pulsed again, and again, and again.

Even when he eased his grip, her lips stayed wrapped around him, sucking down every drop like she was worshiping what he gave her. Some of it spilled down her chin, over her fingers, sticky and steaming. But most of it, she gulped down.

"Keep it clean now." He ordered from behind his mask.

Rita obeyed with filthy grace, dragging her tongue over his shaft like a lollipop, licking him clean from root to crown. A thick, stringy strand clung to her tongue as she pulled back. She slurped it in slowly, obscenely, then gulped it down like it was honey.

She sucked each finger clean, eyes locked on his.

“You’re… mmmh… a remarkable man, Mr. X.” She panted as she stood up. Her fingers slid to the hem of her skirt, willing to give him more.

"That's enough." Dudley stopped her. He had no interest in fucking her when he had a dozen other better options. Her mouth was enough. She really did take him deep and good. "Take it."

Dudley took out a camera film roll, encased in a box. It was magical, with live motion. 

With bright greedy eyes, Rita almost jumped to grab it. But Dudley pulled it away from her grasp.

"Careful, Rita." He warned her, his voice was heavy and deep, scary to her. "If I don't see this in the morning papers, I'll forget our deal. I have plenty of options."

"After I've done all that—I'd be demented to not finish the job."

Dudley scoffed and tossed her the film roll. Then he stood up, fixed his black pants, and took out his wand. "All I did was drop a hint. It was you who dropped to your knees. Know where that mouth and fingers belong, Rita Skeeter."

Rita gulped, the taste of this overbearing, mysterious man heavy on her tongue. She wasn't one to keep her mouth shut. But this time, she felt overwhelmed. What type of man was Mr. X? What type of organization did he belong to? 

"I did drop to my knees, and I have no regrets." She smirked sultrily. 

Dudley said nothing and left the ancient villa in the middle of nowhere in France. 

####

Myanmar, Vanguard base.

"Why didn't you kill the Dark Lord right there? You had the chance." Tonks asked him as he arrived at the base. It was just the two of them, walking downstairs deep into the underground. 

"But he's more use to us alive. Think about it—if You-Know-Who hadn’t returned, who would the Ministry have turned their attention to? Who do they truly fear?” Dudley explained to her. “With him around, the Vanguards flourish unnoticed. He’s our smokescreen, whether he knows it or not.”

"But… how will we stop him now?"

"You know, it's hard to believe, but stopping him seems nearly impossible. He died once and came back—there's got to be something keeping him going. Maybe he's found a way to live forever. We need to figure out how he's doing it; otherwise, destroying his body won't make a difference."

Tonks sighed and nodded. "I should go back now. Cornelius must be going mad reading today's Daily Prophet."

He waved goodbye. "Say hello to your aunt for me."

Dudley kept walking downstairs as Tonks left him. After a while, the stairway opened wider, and he eventually reached a long corridor. There were Vanguards stationed, guarding the place, the prison in reality. 

"Mr. X."

"Doctor." Dudley nodded at the wizard dressed in a white coat instead of the usual black one. "Is everything prepared?"

"Of course. Please, follow me."

Dudley followed the doctor deeper into the prison. Then, after crossing multiple safe doors, they arrived inside a large room, completely white, square in shape, brightly lit but there were no lights anywhere. 

A single chair was placed in the middle of the room. Tied, Lucius Malfoy sat on it with his head covered by a black sack. 

"W-Who are you? What do you want?"

Dudley didn't respond to Lucius' questions and looked at the doctor. "I ordered to feed him just enough to survive."

"We did, but he's quite tenacious." The doctor said, busy setting up a table and countless tools on it. "I couldn't push it too far or else the experiment would have been handicapped."

Sighing, Dudley nodded and gestured for him to go ahead. "Do it. Keep the sack on his head."

"Grrrr! Oink!"

Right then, a Vanguard member brought a live pig into the room. 

"I will begin the experiment, Sir." The doctor grabbed the cutting tools and approached Lucius. He ordered his assistant to wave the wand and make both of Lucius' arms rise sideways and freeze on the spot. "We have already attempted to surgically remove the Dark Mark. But we failed. Today, we'll try to confuse the Dark Mark instead. For the past seven days, we have been infusing this pig with the subject's blood."

"STAY AWAY! DON'T TOUCH ME! M-MONEY! I'LL GIVE—!"

The doctor sounded so calm that it was eerie and scary. Even Dudley felt weirded out, but he maintained calm as their chief. He wasn't used to seeing blood. Heck, he'd never seen too much blood. But he was ready today. He had to get used to it for the sake of his future. 

"I’ll proceed with severing the arm holding the Dark Mark." The doctor, like a crazed man, made his assistant wave the wand and remove all of the upper clothes that Lucius was wearing, except for the sack on his head. Then he tied a tight, rubber tube above his bicep. After that, he used a special saw. 

Grrrr~

"AAAAARGH! NO! Noooo! Please! Gaaaaaah—!"

Lucius roared in pain. It was a blood-curdling scream. No anesthesia was used. They had no reason to. Every single man and woman walking in the Vanguard base hated Lucius. They didn't know him, but because Dudley hated him, they also hated him. They hated all proud, pretentious purebloods. 

"Nooooooo! Stooop—!"

The doctor didn't stop. He completely severed Lucius' arm and rushed towards the pig with it. There was already a stitched incision on the pig's back. The Doctor quickly opened the stitches and began fixing Lucius' arm there. 

Dudley watched the white floor become blood-soaked. He watched Lucius writhe in extreme agony. But his bleeding had already stopped where the arm was cut, using magic.   

"IT'S WORKING!" The doctor roared. "IT'S HAPPENING!"

Interested, Dudley got closer to the half-awake pig. He looked at Lucius' arm on its back. The doctor made his assistant tap the arm with his wand and a faint trace of the Dark Mark appeared there. 

For a while, the Doctor kept making his assistant tap his wand, and soon enough, a visible Dark Mark completely formed on that transplanted arm. 

"Fascinating," Dudley murmured. "I'm impressed, Doctor Adolf."

Yes, the doctor was German. Yes, his first name was Adolf. Yes, it was uncanny, but the man was a squib, forced out of his wizard family, and orphaned in childhood. He became an underground doctor and remained obsessed with magic. Hence, Dudley had him now. 

"Cheers to you, Mr. X! Your provisions have been the catalyst for my breakthroughs. Studying the Dark Mark has been a boon. Seeing how potent it is despite the distance, I believe we can build global communication spells using the same ideas."

That would be… revolutionary. 

Dudley took that suggestion seriously and made a note to do it later. 

"Let's finish the experiment now, Doctor."

"Of course." Doctor Adolf nodded at his assistant, who swung the wand and instantly killed the pig. 

Shhhh~

The entire arm on the pig's back started withering away like a dead flower. The spot where the Dark Mark was, now started to rot. 

Doctor Adolf was with Lucious, however, constantly checking for any spots where the mark may have returned. He found none of them. He even made his assistant induce pain in Lucius, but no Dark Mark appeared. They used every method known, and finally, the report was completed. 

"The Dark Mark is gone, Sir." 

We'll need a lot of pigs soon. 

"See if you can remove that Dark Mark without damaging the arm. We'd like to reattach it to the wizard, if possible," Dudley ordered him and finally focused on the wizard. "Also, sever all the fingers on Lucius's other hand, and remove his tongue. Ensure he has no means left to perform magic."

"N-Noo… Who are you?"

Lucius was crying like a child by then. 

Doctor Adolf moved quickly and chopped all fingers. Then, using pliers, he pulled Lucius' tongue out and sliced it off as well. A sort of potion was used to quickly stop the bleeding. 

Finally, Dudley let out a long sigh. "Give him water regularly, but only feed him every three days. I want him alive and aware, that’s all. I couldn’t care less about how he looks, so long as he’s conscious and responsive. And as for his hair—get rid of it, make him bald. But do it later. I’ll have a private chat with him now."

"As you wish, Mr. X" Happy with his experiment, Doctor Adolf packed his items and left with his assistant. Soon, the two Vanguards guarding the place also left, closing the door behind them. 

Dudley finally took off his mask. The Vanguards already knew his face, but he still maintained the mask to blend in. 

"Lucius Malfoy…" He grabbed the sack on Lucius' face and pulled it off. "Did you miss me?"

After moments of adjusting his eyes, Lucius looked at Dudley's face. He froze for a moment, then he looked at his severed arm, then his fingerless hand. 

"Ooooh!"

Lucius tried to speak, curse, shout. Threaten, most likely. But without a tongue, it was like blowing warm air with random sounds. 

"Aaaaah… Mmmm!"

Dudley stood there, smiling warmly the entire time, as if enjoying Lucius' misery. He waited patiently for Lucius to lose his breath and stop making noises. 

"I didn't want this, Lucius. All I dreamt of in this life was to make money, finish school, and enjoy life. That was it—I had no ambitions, no grand intentions. I just wanted to live happily." Dudley walked around Lucius' chair. "I thought I'd figured it out. Keep myself out of the mess, and the mess would never find me. How naive I was."

"A bet! A fucking bet!" 

Dudley raised his voice, showing anger that erupted rarely like that. He grabbed Lucius' face, glaring at him. "Your damn son made a bet and lost. And you killed Vernon for that—for a bloody bet! That’s when I saw it, plain as day—people like you will never let someone like me be. The higher I rise, the more you’ll try to drag me down. And now we’ve arrived at this moment. Thank you, Lucius. Truly. You woke me up."

The more Dudley spoke, the more Lucius' eyes lost their radiance. Dudley noticed that. He saw hopelessness settling in. 

"You know what your real mistake was, Lucius? No one ever knocked some bloody sense into you. Not once. But I won’t just give you a slap—you’ll wish it was that simple. You’ll be around long enough to watch everything you care about crumble—your precious Malfoy name, that smug little bloodline of yours. I like that look in your eyes. Fear suits you. I sound like the villain, yeah? Don’t like it either—but here we are."

Lucius gulped and opened his mouth, but no words came. True fear slowly settled in. The Dark Mark was gone. Nobody knew who took him. Nobody cared.

Dudley took out a newspaper from his coat and unrolled it. He showed the front page, a massive, moving image of that evening. The Dark Lord was in the middle, his face and the faces of other Death Eaters also visible. 

"Let’s not pretend. No one out there gives a shit where you’ve run off to. If anything, they'll think you ran away because you got exposed as a Death Eater." Dudley put away the newspaper and then took out a mirror the size of his palm. 

"Are those tears? No, not regret. Just rage, I suppose. But don't worry, I'll be merciful to your family. Especially to your wife… Ah, I sound like a villain again. But you see, I can't help it—I truly, deeply, with every cell in my being, hate you. Right down to the marrow."

Looking into the mirror, Dudley smiled wickedly and glanced at Lucius again. 

"I wonder what Narcissa will do to protect her son now. She lost it all, after all. All the money you deposited is now the property of D&D Bank. Coin, land, manor—all of it. Should’ve paid attention to the fine print, but I suppose that’s beneath the great Lord Malfoy, the man with shampoo commercial hair—Wanna see her? Narcissa?"

Dudley turned the mirror towards Lucius' eyes, and there it was. The magical mirror showed the interior of Gringotts Bank. There sat Narcissa Malfoy in her modest, yet beautiful attire, her hair tied in a bun, her face devoid of that cold but proud elegance. Her eyes were full of worry, her posture unsure, yet the allure remained. 

"That's got to sting. One day she’s living large, the next her husband disappears, and so does all the Malfoy family wealth. I wonder if she thinks you ran away and took it all."

"Mmmm! Hoooo!"

"Nice try." Dudley pocketed the magical mirror and stood straight, stepping backward towards the door. "Don't worry, I sympathize with her plenty. She's still among the most beautiful women in Britain, despite her age. I'll take good care of her, and I'll keep you updated. Might even let you watch some action—and listen to her… moans."

"Aaaaaaah! Moooooh! Hoo-hoooo…"

THUD!

Unable to shout or do anything, tied, Lucius fell along with the chair. But he still kept writhing, wheezing sounds. At last, his eyes held some tears, real ones now. 

Creak!

Dudley opened the door and walked out. He felt different, scared of himself for a moment. His plans for Narcissa were just what he'd told Lucius, but not that malevolent. He'd still, maybe one day, give her a chance to get her decent life back after he's done torturing Lucius. 

Yet, he said all those vicious things.

He tried to remind himself of a string of letters again and again that was once a massive company's tagline in his last life. That company removed it once it got too big. He didn't want to.

Don't become evil. Don't become evil. Don't become evil. 

He walked towards the stairs to head up. The whole time he gave himself a therapy lesson. 

"I am normal... A good, kind guy... I am Dudley. That Wall Street lunatic is dead... I'm just, sweet Dudley…"