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  Starting us off with some Instant Loss and then... -x-X-x- “Yes! Bind me! Make me your bitch! Make me your sve! Harder! Fuck me harder, Master!” … Well, that was easy. Even Harry had to admit, despite knowing Aurora’s true disposition from his future knowledge, that he hadn’t expected her to cave THIS easily. A, here they were, the very Hogsmeade Weekend, with him plunging into Aurora Sinistra’s t, fug the naked, dark-skinned Astronomy Professor in the middle of a familiar glowing ritual circle. He’d already asked her all of the relevant questions. Was she ready, was she willing, was she eager? And she’d gone ahead and answered yes to all of them. So now he was inside of her. Buried in her hungering twat, fug her hard and fast at the proper pace for the ritual’s magic to take hold, Harry finds himself shaking his head in mild bemusement at Aurora’s attitude. He hadn’t realized she would break for him quite so easily. Sure, he’d been toying with her for weeks beforehand, but even then… she hadn’t even asked any questions! Then again, she clearly hadn’t o. She’d had some knowledge of ritual magic ahead of time, given her initial recalcitrance. But once he’d reassured her that no one would be able to identify her new role as his magically bound sex sve, she had leapt into this with both feet, no questions asked. It was… holy a little baffling. Reag up, he grabs one of Aurora’s tits, giving it a good hard squeeze and rubbing his palm against her pieripple in a way that makes her squeal and gush even harder around his dick. Staring down at her as her eyes roll ba her head, Harry is forced to e to terms with a simple truth… Aurora Sinistra is an uant slut. Maybe in his time, iure, after everything that had happened she’d found a bit more irength. But THIS Aurora hadn’t gohrough the same experiences her future self would have gohrough iime that never would be. She was all too easy to put under his thumb, and all too easy t into his power. She was succumbing to him with record speed, and Harry, as surprised as he was… wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. As he plunges into her depths again and again, causing Aurora to moan and cry out iasy, Harry grunts, feeling the ritual of empowerment and binding going to work. More and more of the runes beh Aurora’s flexing, writhing body are lighting up. And he sense her magic. He feel it within his reach… so he reaches out and grasps hold of it with brutal, domineering forbsp;He’s not quite expeg Aurora to reach a truly mind-blowing asm as he does so. Clearly she feel at least part of what he’s doing, but rather than be scared or simply resighe submissive beauty is all for it. In fact, as he takes her magid binds it to his own, using the power he gained from Beltrix to speed up the process, Aurora’s cries reach a new level of volume. Luckily for them, they’re not in danger of being discovered. After all, what are some more shrieks from the Shrieking Shack, right? As far as pces where privacy could be guaranteed went, it wasn’t half-bad. Teically, they could have gotten a room at one of the inns located in Hogsmeade such as the Three Broomsticks maybe, but there were a couple of issues with that. One, while some mild privacy charms were allowed in such locations, the kind of heavy duty warding that Harry preferred to have up before perf this ritual… was not. After all, if he was interrupted mid-ritual, the sequences of such a thing could wind up being disastrous. He always made sure to take precautions, but his idea of precautions was the kind of thing that most innkeepers and tavern owners balked at. Their establishments were theirs after all, and anything more than basic privacy spells was sidered an attempt to put a cim oerritory. Of course… Harry supposed he COULD go ahead and seduerta one of these days. It wouldn’t even be particurly hard t her on-side. He kly what the proprietor of the Three Broomsticks liked, after all. ving her to gh with the binding ritual would be a little harder but ving her to work with and for him… that would be child’s py. For now though, the Shrieking Shack erfectly workable option. Especially since Harry had warded it so that Aurora’s shrieks, squeals, and cries of pleasure, as well as her begging for him to take her harder and make her his sve… all of it was transted by the ward into ghastly, horrific shrieking that would scare away even the most hardened Hogwarts Student. In the end, there was no oo disturb them, as Harry tightly bound Aurora to himself, melding her magic with his own and g her power for himself. As he lets out a grunt and thrusts forward one final time, filling the Astronomy Professor with his seed and finalizing the ritual, he feels hoy she is, both from the delirious smile on her lips and the way her t walls spasm around his cumming co o squirting asm. Of course, it should be said that not every Witch is created equal. Beltrix Lestrange nee Bck was an example of a very powerful Witch. Aurora, by parison, was distinctly average. In terms of ‘battery size’ so to speak, Beltrix had a good double the power that Aurora did. Still, every bit helped, and Harry basks in the feeling of his strength growing now that he’s bound the magic of two witches. His foundation is growing stronger as well, meaning that he’ll soon be able to go after younger women with less settled magibsp;For now though… Harry smiles and reaches up, brushing his knuckles across Aurora’s cheek as she shudders and spasms iasy beh him. Her eyes flutter open, rolling forward in her head again and looking at him knowingly. “Master…” Harry smiles and shrugs. “If you like. The ritual is plete. I don’t own you directly Aurora… I just own yibsp;That gets a blink from the Astronomy Professor, even as he pulls out of her t and snaps his fingers. In an impressive dispy of wandless magic that uses quite a bit of borrowed power from Aurora herself, he transforms the room, turning it from a ritual chamber into a bedroom in an instant. Gone is the ritual circle and floor beh them, and in its pce is a bed that the dark-skinned witch finds herself ying ba as she stares at him in fusion. “My… magic. All you wanted was… my magibsp;Amused, Harry tilts his head to the side. Right, someone as gung-ho as her WOULD be upset if that was all he cared about, wouldn’t she? Shaking his head with a chuckle, Harry leans fain, sliding bato p top of her. Ping one of her star-like piergs between his fingers, he gives both it and the nipple its attached to a harsh tug, making her yelp and gasp from the pain and pleasure. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re mine as well. But I’m not going to dominate your soul or mind. That was he purpose of the ritual. Your Free Will is still your own, Aurora. You still have the ability to choose. If you wao rat me out, you could. If you wao betray me, you could. Well… so long as the betrayal didn’t involve yic. Because that? That belongs to me now.” Aurora looks… flicted. She bites her lower lip, only to moan wheweaks her nipple again. Reizing a certain… need in her, Harry rolls his eyes and decides to go a step further. Reag up with his free hand, he taps a finger upon the hollow of her throat, a spark of magic alighting upon her flesh as she gasps and arches her babsp;White runes of power bze to life around her neck, h in the air mere millimeters from her flesh for a moment before strig. Aurora chokes for a brief sed before they rex their hold… but they still remain, a magical colr arouhroat. Harry jures up a floating mirror in the air o his head so Aurora see what he’s adorned her with for a moment before letting them fade from view. “There. A arking you as my property. Try and speak against me, and it will stop you. Is that better? Are you happy now that I’ve properly made you my sve and aowledged that I am your Master.” Blushing profusely, the dark-skinned witch hesitates for only a moment before nodding her head enthusiastically. Sn in amusement, Harry decides to plunge his cock bato her, fug her on the bed as she moans throatily. He might as well make use of his fuck toy. After all, they still had plenty of time left before the Hogsmeade Weekend was over. -x-X-x- The Wand Weighing Ceremony. Holy, Harry had almost fotten about this eveirely, amid the hustle and bustle of everything else going on. He remembered that the First Task would happen on November Twenty-Fourth in just a week and a half, but this had mao slip his mind. Perhaps because it was just so… pointless. “I still do not uand why we are expected to pete with this… leetle boy. Surely he iz not expected to win!” And of course, it opened Harry up to more abuse by his felloions. Not that he really cared all that muot about them, nor about the opinions of others around the school. People were upset that he was the fourth Triwizard Champion, but Harry had much more important things on his mind. Unfortunately, in fetting about this event, he hadn’t mao avoid it. Though they probably wouldn’t have let him even if he’d tried. They’d simply have postpo and doheir best to track him down, just as they were currently trying to track down Barty Crouch Sr. so the Ministry Official could preside over the ceremony. Well, in the meantime… Harry might as well have a LITTLE bit of fun. With Fleur’s test haughty ent still hanging in the air, he looks over at the beautiful blonde French Witd smirks. She immediately stiffens at having his gaze on her, sniffing arrogantly and lifting her him as she crosses her arms over her chest. No doubt she thinks that her allure is affeg him in some way, making him stare. But truth be told, Harry finds it easy enough to ignore as he makes his way over to her, f her to look at him as he es to a stht in front of her. “This ‘leetle’ boy is more capable than you know, Ms. Decour. Perhaps you’d like to put your money where your mouth is and make a wager with me.” See, Harry knew Fleur. Maybe eveer than she knew herself. He knew, for instahat the part vee was INCREDIBLY petitive. But more than that, she also had a minambling habit. Nothing too serious. She didn’t let it turn into a problem. But having been an adopted part of the Weasley Family right up until the end, Harry had seen from afar all the little wagers ahat Fleur would make with her husband Bill. This Fleur was much youhan that Fleur. And she wasn’t married either. She had yet to meet her future spouse. But… she still had a petitive streak a mile wide and hated losing. But she LOVED being challenged. Eyes widening at Harry’s fident words, Fleur’s nostrils fre and she straightens up for a moment befiving him a sidering look. Finally, she scoffs… but the words out of her mouth are not a dismissal or a reje. “Oh? And what does the leetle boy have in mily?” Smiling wickedly in a way that makes Fleur blush, Harry just shrugs. “Nothing too big. A favor to the winner from the loser? As for the wager… I bet you I’ll do better than you in the First Task.” Fleur’s eyes narrow at that. She’s sidering it, but at the same time… “A favor from me to you iz not equivalent to a favor from you to me. I see no reason to risk debasing myself for leetle gain.” From her perspective, it’s a fair critique of the situation. After all, she has no clue what he’s really capable of. Though, even ba the inal timeline Harry would have argued that he had just as much clout and fame going for him as Fleur Decour, if not more so. He was Harry motherfug Potter after all, the Boy-Who-Lived and Three-Times Defeater of Voldemort by this point in his first life. He doesn’t say that though, of course. Instead he just shrugs and gives her a simple smirk. “Since you seem so vihat I’m not cut out for this petition, it should be an easy win for you. But if you’re scared of losing, I uand not taking the wager.” Fleur’s eyes narrow at that. It’s obvious she knows what he’s doing… and equally obvious that that doesn’t stop it from w on her. “Fine. We have a deal.”With that, the beautiful blonde whirls around and stalks away from him, moving to the other side of the room. Harry watches her go, only to blink when the doors suddenly open. However, it’s not the Ministry Official they were waiting for… but someone else he’d pletely fotten from st time. Rita Skeeter es buzzing in the room like the annoying fly she’s always been, flitting this way and that without a care in the world. A patently fake smile rests on her face, her ruby red lips stretched into a polite grin as her eyes sweep across the room. “My oh my, what a plethora of iing individuals!” And then her gaze nds on Harry in particur, causing him to stiffen a little bit as her smile finally bees real… in a distinctly predatory, hungry way. Making a beeline for him, the sensationalist reporter positively zips across the room. Harry’s nostrils fre as he ptes how to haa in the split sed he has before she tries t him off to the broom closet for a one-oerview. On the one hand, he knows he shut her down in an instant with his foreknowledge. Oher hand, pying along might get him somewhere. Still, Rita was like a poisoned dagger with no hilt. Trying to utilize her in any meaningful way might very well e back to bite him in the ass. Then again… the same could be said for Bel, and look where he was with her… -x-X-x- The Patreon Vote: [ ] Shut Rita down and rid himself of her immediately - 34%[X] Py along, see if he use Rita for his own ends - 66%

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