The Benefits of Saving Veela- Chapter 48

AN:

Casting-

Orina- Hilde Osland

Anya- Hannah Palmer

“On time as always,” Dumbledore waited for Harry in the middle of the Room of Requirement as he closed the door behind him. With a flick of his wrist, his wand was in his hand, “Let’s begin.”

The first spell that came toward him was bright green, and eerily similar to the Killing Curse. Acting solely on instinct, he dodged out of the way for the spell to splash harmlessly against the stone walls behind him, though it left a rather severe spell burn behind.

But there was no room to dwell on that fact because Dumbledore had no intention of giving him the opportunity. The spells started flying at him faster than he thought possible. It was … eye opening. In the lead up to the dueling tournament, the Headmaster regularly assisted both Harry and his fellow competitors and that included the occasional display of his magical talent.

This was something entirely different. Harry was seeing, maybe only in part, the wizard who defeated Gellert Grindelwald and stood as a bulwark against Tom. It was one thing to be told that he was the only wizard that Tom ever feared but another to see the proof of why for himself. There was no strain, no wasted movement. Everything looked as though it’d been done a thousand times with utter precision.

Within seconds it felt as though he’d already shielded or evaded a dozen spells, and they just didn’t stop. Sweat already began forming on his brow as the seconds ticked by into minutes.

Entirely on the back foot, he ripped up a slab of stone from the floor to catch another of those ominous green spells. Harry knew that Dumbledore would never start throwing Killing Curses at him, but he reckoned that was part of the point. He was meant to treat them as though they were going to rip his soul from his body because that’s exactly what Tom would do given the opportunity.

The thing exploded to dust in front of him and he had to dodge out the way of a crackling orange spell. Now the Cruciatus… that he might actually be willing to cast on me. Probably best not to test it. Popping out of his dodge, he caught the next spell on a shield and then finally managed to fire off an offensive spell.

For the first time since before the World Cup, Harry gave no thought to the power in the spell he cast. The Bone- Breaker flashed across the room, so bright that it lit up every wall. As Dumbledore pulled up a shield, it shimmered golden, but it broke under the pressure.

The elder wizard paused for just a second, his eyes rising toward his hairline, but Harry could see just the slightest smile form on his lips. That can’t be good. His instincts proved correct almost immediately.

The pace of their fight, because there was no world in which this could be called a duel, changed. Dumbledore didn’t move faster, Harry doubted that was even possible, but the rhythm shifted. When he first walked through the door, he faced an all out bombardment of magic. Now, for every spell he recognized there was another that he’d never seen before.

There were breaks in the attacks he faced, but that was only because he had to deal with conjurations and transfigurations as well. He pinned a charging boar to the ground only for Dumbledore to turn it to crystal and send it attacking him again. Slipping beneath a bright blue spell, he shattered the crystalline creature into pieces with a well-aimed reductor before firing off his own cutting curse. It collided in the air with a simple stunner.

The Headmaster followed it up by gathering the broken shards and hurling every one of them at him. If they hit home, Harry had no doubt they would’ve torn him to ribbons. Instead, they turned to dust that scattered all around him as they passed through his shield.

Weaving his wand, an impenetrable shroud of darkness covered the room. If nothing else, he thought it would give a brief reprieve from the professor’s onslaught. And it did, for about four seconds. The darkness was burned away by a blindingly white light that forced Harry to turn away.

Luckily, he opened them quickly enough to sidestep the next spell that came his way. In the next moment, he felt water splashing at his feet. It was a trick that he’d used on people in the past, and he refused to fall for it too. The water steamed away to mist that he threw out around him to occlude himself again.

A great gust of wind cleared the mist, but he managed to maneuver himself behind the Headmaster. His stunner sizzled through the air… only to hit nothing and take a gouge out of the wall on the far side of the room. There was the soft pop of apparition behind him and Harry rolled out of the way as another green spell hit the ground where he’d just been standing.

As he turned out of it, a shield caught two follow-up spells but shattered with an almighty crack. It would’ve at least slowed the conjured stone, as big as his fist and infinitely harder, that hit him hard enough in his left shoulder that it nearly spun him around and felt as though it nearly broke it as well.

Feeling numb, he still managed to stop the fight from ending with another hastily constructed shield and physical barricade just behind it that did a far better job of stopping a second similar attempt from the Headmaster. What he failed to realize, or sense was the conjured lion. He became acutely aware of it when it pounced through his shield and pinned him to the ground with a roar.

Luckily, it only snapped its teeth at him rather than taking a bite. A second later, Dumbledore banished it, and Harry pulled himself back to his feet, “Merlin… that’s one way to start your morning, professor.”

The Headmaster chuckled, “Oh, I quite agree, there’s nothing quite so invigorating. And might I add, a rather fine showing, my boy.  Fantastic awareness, which I’ve come to expect from you, and good instincts. It goes without saying that your raw power is impressive. Much like Tom, I’d wager that you have me beaten in that regard. Very few witches or wizards could shield more than one of my spells without seeing it break. But as you know, skill and experience matter just as much.”

Harry ran a hand through his sweaty hair. In most instances after a loss, he’d disagree. But considering it was the first time in his life that he’d ever crossed wands with one of the most famous wizards alive, he didn’t think there was any shame in it. Still, first time in quite a while that I lost… probably for the best. There was no harm in facing someone better. It only gave him more reason to improve.

“Of course, professor.” Just because someone couldn’t do as much damage with a spell, for as long as he could manage, didn’t me he couldn’t lose.

Dumbledore continued breaking down their fight, “I’m sure you deduced that those green spells weren’t the real thing, but you defended them in the way that I hoped.” He tilted his head to look at him over his half-moon glasses, “I’m pleased you took your reading seriously. Your spell repertoire has clearly improved… The Shroud was an inspired choice, and one I haven’t seen in quite some time.” 

“Your spell chains are good in terms of economy of movement,” Meaning that they flowed from one to the other without break, “but they have room for improvement in terms of speed. Conjurations can be your greatest friend. Adding an extra target goes a long way in evening out the odds in a fight. But I understand high-level conjurations are new to you and the application will come with time and practice, which I’ll provide at every opportunity.” Harry couldn’t remember a time when Dumbledore analyzed something so clinically before, and he appreciated it. It gives me clear areas to work and improve.

“So… do we go again?” Harry asked.

“No, not yet.” He waved his wand, and two rings appeared on the ground, “I believe it would be in your best interest to learn apparition. As you saw, it can be effective amid battle… and a rather useful tool especially if no one is aware that you’re capable of it.”

“Of course, sir.”

“I believe you have some experience with side-along apparition thanks to Arthur, yes?”

Harry nodded, “And once with Sirius as well.”

“Splendid, then hopefully the sensation won’t prove too terrible. In theory, it’s simple. You must have the necessary determination to reach your destination and move not with haste but deliberation. There is no spell, you simply turn and ‘pop’. Now, why don’t you give it a try. Move to the nearest hoop.”

For the first few minutes, Harry spun on the spot without any success. He stopped for a minute after that just to clear the dizziness. Trying to hide his amusement, Dumbledore advised, “Even without a spell, it’s still a piece of Harry magic. Remember that and it should come much easier to you.”

As he tried again, he pictured the destination in his mind, spun, and ‘pop’. He found himself looking at Dumbledore from the other side of the room, “Very good. Again.”

By the end of the hour, Harry was able to pop around the Room of Requirement effortlessly, though it was no less unpleasant thanks to its ease. No form of magical travel will ever beat a broom.

Once Dumbledore was satisfied with his progress, the hoops disappeared and his wand appeared in his hand, “Now it’s time that we should ‘go again’, as you put it.” For the second time that morning, Harry found himself on the receiving end of Dumbledore’s spell work.

Eleven… that’s how many times they fought in total. Some of them lasted longer than others, but each one ended the same way regardless, with Harry’s loss. It humbled him and motivated him in equal measure. One small point of pride gleaned from the absolute masterclass put on by Dumbledore was that the elder wizard broke a sweat. It required actual effort on his end, every step of the way, to ensure that Harry didn’t win even one of their tilts.

As he pushed himself up from the floor one final time, sweat dripping from his brow and covering the entirety of his shirt, Dumbledore told him between some heavy breathing of his own, “Very good, Harry… very good, indeed. As good as I hoped if not better. And that really is saying something given my high expectations of you.”

“Thank you, professor.” Harry tried to stretch out his aching back. He took a rather nasty stinging hex there in their fourth tilt that still felt like it was swollen. It was one of at least a half dozen other hits that were sure to bruise in the coming days, “The pain makes it rather difficult to believe you though.”

“It’s the truth, my boy.” He tucked away his wand, “Your intuition is something to behold, and I can already see you trying to implement my advice… with some mixed results, of course.” The Headmaster chuckled as Harry shook his head ruefully.

Their shortest battle of the morning came when Harry tried to get far too cute with one of his conjurations. As it turned out a troll, even a facsimile of one, was rather difficult to create from scratch, at least when trying it for the first time. He’d gotten a knock on the back of his head for his efforts.

“Won’t be making that mistake again...”

“It was worth trying if for no other reason than to understand your current limitations. With time, it’ll become far easier, trust me.” His eye twinkled, “I do have… oh, at least a hundred years of experience on you.”

Grinning cheekily, Harry joked, “That’s true… you have a century on me, but I’m still going to find a way to beat you, old man.”

Dumbledore didn’t laugh, but he wasn’t offended either. Instead, wholly serious, he replied, “I have no doubt that day will come, Harry. Though how quickly is far harder to say.”

Not knowing how to respond, Harry simply nodded his head. Stepping past him, the door appeared and the Headmaster opened it for them, “Now, that’s all for the morning. Be here again the same time next week.”  

“Yes, sir.” Harry walked out of the Room with Dumbledore just behind before the door disappeared.

As they stood out in the empty corridor, the Headmaster broke the silence, “Oh, and Harry…I expect it goes without saying that your final duel with Miss LeClaire shouldn’t feature everything you have at your disposal, but I think it best to say it anyway.”

Between conjuration, the spells from Dumbledore’s book, and apparition, there was a great deal at his disposal that no fourth year should know. And given his performance so far in the dueling tournament, he had every faith in his ability to win without them, “Understood.”

“Very good, Harry,” He made to walk away, but turned back, “But should she prove more knowledgeable than you anticipate, don’t hesitate to… meet her in the middle.”

Brow furrowed, Harry sounded as puzzled as he looked, “Yes, sir.”

“Jolly good, now have a fantastic rest of your day.” With that, Dumbledore strolled away.

When the older wizard finally turned the corner, Harry shook his head, “Well… that was odd.” Though brilliant as he is, Dumbledore certainly has his moments of… eccentricity.

As Harry made his way to the enchanted staircase, the school was still largely quiet. There were a few early risers making their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast and each one of them watched him as he passed, no doubt fixated on the state of him. Since he was bone tired, Harry didn’t pay them any mind as he headed toward the third-floor corridor. The Gryffindor Tower no doubt would’ve been closer, but going to Anya and Orina had just become habit.

As he opened the door to their room, a wave of unexpected, delicious smells hit him right in the face. Standing in the kitchen, it almost seemed like Orina was waiting for him, “Good, you’re back.” She bent down as she opened the oven and pulled out something he couldn’t quite see that smelled of cinnamon.

Walking around, he hugged her from behind, “I thought you had to work this morning.” It was only then that he got to see the homemade cinnamon buns she was working on.

“I did, but I’m already back… I asked for rest of day from, Mrs. Flume.” She kissed him on the cheek, “I knew you’d have…” he always found it cute when one of them had to search for the right word, “exhausting morning, and vanted to make it little bit easier.”

As she drizzled the glaze onto the treat she made, Harry pecked her on the cheek, “Well, I appreciate it… I’m also surprised that Daphne hasn’t already broken down the door.” The girl was like a niffler going after anything shiny when it came to Orina’s treats.

She giggled, “Me too, but I’ll be sure to save her some.” Her nose crinkled before she sniffed the air, “Now, go clean yourself… you’re ruining vonderful smells.”

Giving her one last kiss, he dutifully agreed, “Yes, dear.” Heading toward the bedroom, he stripped his shirt off before he even got to the bathroom. As he passed, he noticed Anya was still in bed and padded softly the rest of the way.

Stripping down the rest of the way, he turned on the shower and let the warm water wash away the smell. Finishing up as quickly as reasonably possible, he hopped back out just a few minutes later, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and walked out into the bedroom.

Only to find two glaring differences; the bed was made, and Anya was nowhere to be seen. The door was also closed which he didn’t remember doing as he entered. Thinking nothing of it, he made for the door only for it to open before he got there. In walked Orina and Anya, both looking concerned as their eyes scanned his body.

“You vere right.” Orina said to her dearest friend.

Anya nodded sagely, “I know.”

Breathing out a laugh, Harry assured them, “They’re nothing, really. You don’t battle someone like Dumbledore without getting a few bumps and bruises.” Though the one on his back really was rather painful.

The two veela looked entirely unimpressed with that explanation. Orina tutted him, “That’s all vell and good, but there’s no vay we’re leaving you in this state. Get on bed.”

“Really it’s…”

“Now.” Anya pointed at the bed, staring at him imperiously.

“I’m still wet.” He argued.

“Are you vizard, or not?” That was a fair point. He didn’t even need his wand for the simple bit of magic required to dry himself.

“What about the buns?”

“They’ll be fine.” Orina insisted, “Oven exists for reason. I’m more vorried about your buns at moment.”

 Realizing that he was fighting a losing battle, and not entirely sure why for that matter, he moved toward the bed, “Wait,” Anya stopped him, “towel off, you von’t be needing it.”

Undoing the sinch at his hip, he let the towel drop to the ground. Both girls frowned as they discovered more bruises, some looking quite ugly already, “I think ve need to have words with Dumbledore. That’s too much.”

Imagining how that conversation would go, Harry shook his head, “Much as I’d like to see that, you really don’t. While I certainly don’t enjoy getting battered, there’s good reason for it.”

Orina huffed, “Fine… it just means ve’ll have to nurse you back to health.”

He could certainly think of worse things, “So… how do you want me?”

“Face down first,” Anya directed him, “It looks like that is where it’s worst.”

Crawling into the middle of the bed, he laid down with his chest against the mattress and his face turned on a pillow, “Alright, ready when you are?”

Each side of the bed dipped as they joined him, kneeling beside him. Two pairs of delicate, oiled hands found the soreness. It was still tender, but their touch didn’t hurt in any way. Then, seemingly from nowhere, there was an intense warmth. Not burning or searing, but one that suffused the sore muscles. He couldn’t help the pleasant groan that rumbled low in his chest.

As their prodding fingers moved away from the center of his back to work the muscles of his shoulders, the pain was just… gone, without a single spell spoken. He could only guess that it had something to do with either their being veela or the oil they were using. Or perhaps a bit of both.

Opening one eye, he caught Anya’s, “That feels fantastic… how?

“It’s small thing that veela can do for their entwined when they’re injured.” She confided, “Now, just lay there and enjoy…”

“Yes, ma’am,” he closed his eyes as they dug their fingers into his muscles more intensely. The areas where he wasn’t actually bruised, they gave him a first-class massage.

They went from his shoulders down to his arms, where Anya healed another bruise on his triceps, all the way to his fingertips. The room slowly became thick with their allure as they moved from his fingertips to his lower back, and then to his bum.

Both girls seemed to pay extra attention to his posterior. The appreciative pinch that Anya gave him almost made him jump, but he was in such a state of relaxation that he just rumbled out, “I don’t think Dumbledore hit me there…”

“No, but we vouldn’t be doing are jobs if we veren’t thorough.” He could hear the smile in her voice without seeing it.

Orina gave one firm cheek a little smack, “And it’s too cute to ignore.” They spent a while longer massaging his bum, and he couldn’t honestly blame them. If their roles were reversed, he knew that he’d be just as bad. Not that anyone could blame me…

Eventually, they moved to his upper legs, down along his hamstrings, collecting another of his bruises, and finally to his calves and feet. They almost lulled him to sleep when Anya told him, “Turn over…”

In a bit of a daze, he pushed up and flipped himself round. There was a thud as his mostly hard cock smacked down against his stomach. Giggling, Anya’s scratched her fingers along his jaw, “Good to know you’re enjoying yourself as much as ve are.” The allure in the room only seemed to grow thicker with each word, and there was no longer anything ‘mostly’ hard about him.

Starting at his wrists this time, they made their way back up his arms to his shoulders, removing two more Dumbledore delivered bruises along the way. Now that he was lying face up, he kept his eyes open, watching the two blonde beauties every second as they massaged his body. For the second time, they took far longer than necessary. This time on his chest.

Anya gave him a wicked smile, as she pinched his nipple but didn’t linger there. By some unspoken agreement, they split their efforts at that point. Orina moved down to his legs, fixing a purple welt on his calf, and another on his quad, and then she slowed just working the tops of his thighs tantalizingly close to his now desperately aching cock, but never quite reaching it.

She was just waiting for Anya as she worked her way down his chest, along his abs, until she was just tickling the tops of his hips. He was rather confident that they’d done a thorough job of fixing everything that ailed him, but they weren’t done just yet. Their magic flared, and suddenly he was treated to the divine sight of the two women naked as the day they were born. In tandem, they straddled him,

He was treated to the sight of Anya’s pert bum resting against his hips, while he could feel Orina’s thighs pressing against his own. There were few more fantastic things he could imagine, but they managed to make it better as he felt soft hands, one from each of them grasp his aching shaft.

He groaned low in his throat as they started stroking him. Looking over her shoulder, Anya had a wicked gleam in her eye, “Don’t vorry, we’ll take care of this too.”

Throwing his head down against the pillow, they treated him to a truly euphoric experience as they stroked his cock. With a coordination he doubted anybody but veela could achieve, they ensured that no inch of his cock was left unattended. As they stroked, they each dipped down to suck adoringly on his fat cockhead.

Their diligent attention left him humping his hips up from the bed. But with their weight on him, it was a futile attempt. He was entirely at their mercy. I can think of several thousand worse places to be though.

Their delicate hands coaxed a glob of precum from his tip right onto Anya’s waiting tongue. Moaning at the taste, it sent a jolt of pleasure that had her little slit dripping on to his lower abs. Not one to be left out, Orina quickly replaced her friend as she popped free, and they worked together to get another pearl of their own personal ambrosia.

Shifting herself, Orina’s horny little slit kissed the underside of his cock as they kept stroking him. Taking it as inspiration, Anya scooted her perky bum down until her pussy pressed against the other side of his cock. Displaying a truly ball-tingling level of sexual ingenuity, they dragged their puffy, drenched lips up along his length until his swollen dome was kissed on either side before sliding back down.

“Bloody fucking hell…” Harry’s leg shook as they moved together, faster and faster, until they were bouncing off him. Reaching for anything as he contended with the pleasure, he wrapped one hand around Anya’s dainty foot.

With every glide of their gorgeous slits, they tilted their hips at just the right angle to ensure their oversensitive clits scraped along his ridge. It left the pair moaning adorably as the three of them quickly approached their peaks.

Of course, just because they started using their cute little cunts to get him off didn’t mean they stopped using their hands too. There was a wet thwick… plap…thwick… as they used every tool at their disposal to get him over the edge. The two needy slits against him started twitching in orgasm, and he felt the knot in his groin release… violently.

There was only so much that one wizard could take, and they found the limit. His entire body bucked, nearly throwing Orina off, but she kept herself firmly planted on him as his cock twitched and the first explosion of cum escaped his desperate cock. It shot high enough into the air that Harry saw it over the top of their heads, hanging there in the light for just a second, before falling back down to cover their milking hands.

The girls giggled as they kept stroking out rope after rope, pointing his spewing cockhead from one to the other, covering their smooth skin in white. The last of his prodigious load dribbled out of his slit to slide along his shaft. Anya dipped down and licked it up, immediately cumming again at the taste of her favorite treat, before sucking on his tip to make sure there was nothing left.

The pair diligently ensured there wasn’t a single drop that went to waste. And it was only when they were certain they’d done it that they dismounted him and kneeled at his side again. They both wore pleased grins as Anya asked, “You feel better?”

Harry chuckled, “You could say that.” There wasn’t a single sore spot on his body thanks to their magic touch, “I’m also looking forward to the next time I have to fight Dumbledore far more now.”

“You’re not only one,” Orina patted his thigh, “Now come, cinnamon buns are vaiting.” With that they hopped off the bed. He watched their gorgeous bums bounce as they made for the door. Still can’t believe I got this lucky… He knew it was best not to question it though.  

AN: Been a while since the two lovely veela that started it all got a little love, and I wanted to change that. The next chapter will be Daphne 'thanking' Harry for the Chamber excursion.

New chapter of 'Taming a Dragon' is next on the schedule.

Thanks for reading. Until next time!