A Final Victory

AN: I had two ideas for this story, one where it was Harry's titular victory and one where it was Delphini's. I decided to go with the latter in the end. Hope you enjoy!

Delphini- Lydia Farley 

The castle smelled of death and fire. Smoke plumed upward into the hazy, early-morning sky. The last screams of pain and defiance were snuffed out as she walked through the courtyard. Everywhere she looked there were corpses of foolish people that thought they could stand against the might of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Delphini felt… giddy. After so much planning, she’d finally succeeded. Her father had won a decisive victory over those foolish, muggle-loving bastards that stood against him. And all thanks to me. She stepped on the body of Molly Weasley, driving her already lifeless body into the stone. That was one life that she’d quite happily taken herself. Ginger bitch wasn’t going to get anywhere near my mother.

The double doors that led to the entrance hall had been broken open and splintered. There was rubble from the high stone archways that led into the Great Hall littering the ground. More than one of the would-be defenders had been caught in the collapse. One limp arm lay strewn on the ground as she stepped through it. Sitting at the high table, in a throne-like chair that had once held his most detested adversary, was her father.

There was cackling, maddened laughter from his left as Delphini’s mother had a bit of fun with the last of the survivors. The screams were ear-shattering, until they grew hoarse, and their voices failed them. She couldn’t say how long her mother had been at it but imagined that it’d been plenty long enough to drive them all mad.

Cold, red eyes looked over his accomplishment quietly and they widened only marginally when he saw her walking through the door. Neither of her parents were exactly what she hoped. Her mother was gaunt with an ever-present air of insanity about her after her years spent in Azkaban, while her father looked very much like the snakes they could both speak to.

Considering her own beauty, she knew she took after them in their youth. Frankly, they were no small amount of terrifying, but that didn’t change that they were impressive. Their reputations truly did precede them in that regard.

The last of the screams were snuffed out with a flash of emerald-green and left only the three of them in the hall. Or at least the only ones conscious. Because there was one more living person still there, though only they knew it. Her father spoke then, his voice high and piercing, even in parseltongue, “My daughter, come. This victory wouldn’t have been ours if not for you.”

Bowing her head, Delphini stood before him, “My lord.” She didn’t know what else to say. Yes, he was right in saying their victory that day fell at her feet, but she wasn’t foolish enough to take the credit.

“It has come at a terrible cost though.” The remains of his familiar lay on the table before him on an ornately conjured pillow. Despite her warning, it had been cleaved in two by Neville Longbottom using the Sword of Gryffindor. He’d died quite horribly for that. All his insides on his outsides and still alive to suffer through it… at least for the first hour.

It meant that only one horcrux remained to him, the one that sat unconscious only a few feet from him. It was what had allowed them to achieve the victory. The Boy Who Lived remained alive because she’d reached her father in time. When he surrendered himself in the Forbidden Forest, he didn’t meet death as he expected, instead he’d been disarmed and stunned. With that, the Elder Wand gave its allegiance to the Dark Lord making him truly unbeatable. And more importantly, it left him with one last tether to the world. Quite a handsome tether, too.

It was an invasive thought that she’d been having evermore frequently of late. Even though she hated him, utterly despised him for killing her father and ending his reign… she couldn’t help but lust after him, too. I imagine I’m not the only pureblood who ever thought that either. It was a problem… but it was a problem she had a simple, and incredibly self-satisfying way of fixing. Though it’ll take time to do it right.

“It leaves me with a conundrum. What should I do with Harry Potter?” Voldemort looked to the unconscious form of the would-be savior. Bellatrix couldn’t understand a word of what was being said between them and so, just leaned into the Dark Lord. There was no love in him, that much was obvious to see, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to manipulate others or reward such devotion. He ran a finger along Bellatrix’s arm that sent her shivering.

Given the state of his many-times-over split soul, there was no way to create another Horcrux or move the one in Harry, “My lord… If you would allow me, I have a plan that I think you would find agreeable.” Considering everything she’d given him, he was in a good mood. He just gave a little nod of his head to have her continue.

“He’s the last member of one of the oldest pureblood lines in Britain, and directly related to you through the Peverell brothers,” she spoke plainly to include her mother, “It’d be a shame to see it snuffed out. And given the power in your own bloodline, wouldn’t it be best to unify them.” There was a part of her that knew, he had no real interest in the ideals of blood purity. In truth, he was interested in power and power alone, so she did a little to appeal to both.

“I’m listening.” And for his daughter, he actually did. By the time they were finished, he agreed. Even if her mother wasn’t particularly pleased, she relented when she was reminded of one simple fact.

“I’m not your daughter, not really. She’s waiting for you to come home, I’m just here to serve.” As Delphini left the Great Hall, she looked to the unconscious young man on the table and couldn’t help but be excited for what came next.

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Stirring awake, memories returned to him. The last thing he remembered was a flash of red, it wasn’t what he’d been expecting. After years of being the thorn in Tom’s side, he was certain that another Killing Curse would’ve been thrown his way. But instead, it was a stunner.

And so long as I’m alive, he can never die. Dumbledore was wrong, there was no opportune moment to die. Looking around the room, he was surprised. It didn’t look like a cell.  The bed he found himself on was comfortable and next to it was a wardrobe that… he was surprised to find fresh clothing and linens in. There was a table with food on it that looked and smelled… delicious given the months he’d spent on the run. Still, he wasn’t going to eat anything given to him by the Death Eaters.

Even kept alive, he’d expected to face unimaginable torment, but instead he was comfortable. There were two other doors in the room, one led to a bathroom while the other was predictably locked.  They’re not just going to let me walk out of here. Ever again, I would wager.

His stomach rumbled loud and clear in the silence of the room. He really was hungry, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat it. How many of my friends survived? Even if they did, how long will they be able to hide? The weight of that failure made him feel sick, sick enough that he looked at the knife sitting on the plate with a single thought in mind. Would it even work though? Horcruxes, even living ones, can’t be killed through normal means. Still, maybe it’d be worth the try.

That morose thought was driven from his mind as he found himself bound on the spot by a silent spell. He heard the door open behind him but couldn’t turn to see what was happening. There was a thud and an angry yelp before the door banged shut again. When he turned around, he was met by the sight of a young woman, no older than him. She had coal dark hair that was tousled. Her eyes were striking and multi-colored. There were flecks of what looked like lilac in otherwise dark brown. Wearing a set of simple, black robes, they did nothing to hide the fact that she was very much a woman with curves that could compete with any of the girls at Hogwarts.

Those observations were fleeting though as he hurried over to her side and offered a hand up, “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” She took his hand and let him help her to her feet, “Bastards weren’t exactly gentle though.” It was only then that she really looked at him, “Bloody hell, you’re Harry Potter! Everyone thought you were dead… there were stories that he paraded your body around after the battle… gloating.”

“I’m too important to kill,” he wasn’t going to elaborate because as far as he was concerned, it didn’t much matter anymore, “But he needed people to believe that I was dead, I’m sure. Couldn’t have anyone thinking he was too weak to kill the one person that ever survived him, could he?”

That got a weak chuckle from the young woman, “I guess that’s true.”

Awkwardly, he ran a hand through his hair, “So… why are you here then?”

“I couldn’t tell you.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders. “The Resistance’s loss at the Battle of Hogwarts meant an end to any opposition. They take who they want when they want, they don’t need much of a reason.”

It sounded about right. They hadn’t been subtle before his death. With that last light snuffed out, and most of the people willing to fight along with it, they had nothing whatsoever to fear. Still, it didn’t explain her, or why they would put her in there with him, “So… what’s your name?”

“Delphini.” She told him with a pretty smile, “And I have to say, you’re far better company than I was expecting.” That was probably fair, most beautiful young women probably could expect to be treated less than kindly by the Death Eaters. Especially if they’re not from the right family.

Coughing, he just turned to the table and the food that was there, “Are you hungry?” If only to help set her at ease, he found himself eating, too.

It was over a month later, and Harry found himself waking yet again. The difference this time was that there was a pleasant warmth pressed against his chest and lightly perfumed hair just below his nose. After the first week, when he insisted that she take the bed while he found himself on the hard floor, she finally convinced him that there was enough room in the bed for the two of them. That’s why Delphini was currently using his chest as a pillow.

Living in such close confines with such a truly beautiful woman could be… difficult to say the least. There was a rigid reminder of that fact currently pressing against his hip. To some extent, he’d come to understand how difficult it could be when he was alone in the tent with Hermione. But even the tent was bigger than this room. And it’d been different anyway. She was his friend and she fancied Ron, while he in turn still wanted Ginny more than anything. Back then, there was still some faint hope that there would actually be a future where that was possible.

But now, there was no future. I can only hope that they’re dead, where at least they’re at peace. It was quite the morose thought, but it was better than any of the alternatives he could imagine. As far as his life went, there was nothing beyond the room and Delphini.

Nuzzling herself against his chest, the young woman in question squirmed in her sleep. Her arm dropped from his chest down to his lower abs. Luckily, or unluckily depending on which part of his mind you were to ask, she stopped there before reaching his rigid length. Every day, it became harder and harder not to give into the base desire. Not that she’s helping any.

Delphini had the rather… titillating habit of leaving the door open when she showered. So, he’d caught more than one glimpse of smooth, soft skin. The first time, he would swear up and down that it was an accident, but every time since, no. It was a beautiful thing to see, and he comforted himself by thinking she must be happy to have him look.

Of course, that wasn’t all. The simple robes that she’d been in when she first arrived had been replaced by some hip-hugging trousers and blouses that did nothing to detract from her obvious assets. Not to say that it was her body alone that he found enticing, though it certainly helped.

They also had a good deal in common, both growing up orphans fostered at a young age. She at least didn’t grow up with people who openly detested her. Though, they’d made it impossible for her to go to Hogwarts, outright refusing. So, it was hard in his estimation to say which really had it worse. She was charming, quite bright, with an easy smile and good sense of humor. Every little thing just made it more difficult day in and day out not to act on what he so deeply wanted.

Honestly, sex would just be a great way of breaking up the monotony. There was nothing to do in there but talk. No books, no games, no magic to speak of, just the two of them. He would pass some time by working out when he could, pushups and sit-ups to work off some of the tension. But that could only last for so long and that tension was only made worse when Delphini decided to join him.

His musings were interrupted as he felt her lips move featherlight against his chest. Her whispered word reached his ear as she molded herself even more tightly to his side, “Harry…” Bloody hell, as if I wasn’t having a hard enough time anyway. It was breathy and she wiggled her thighs against his hip, and all he could do was stifle a groan as his cock throbbed.

This just isn’t fair! It was bad enough knowing that he would spend every waking moment with this woman but now she was having some, quite obviously, naughty dreams about him, too. His distress fell away though as he finally had a lightbulb moment. Why the fuck am I so worried about this if she clearly wants me too? This was his reality now, the grand summation of his life. It was just this room and Delphi. So, why not make the most of it? His mind worked hard to come up with any reasonable argument, but there was nothing.

His hand skimmed down the material of her thin nightdress, coming to rest on the curve of her lovely bum. Tentatively, he rose the hem of her dress up her supple thigh and let his hand rest on her bare skin. It was soft and warm, and when he gave her a squeeze her breathing quickened in her sleep. Emboldened, he took a handful of her arse cheek and allowed his fingers to brush against the petals of her sex. He didn’t know if she wasn’t wearing knickers because none had been provided or because she was feeling particularly naughty, and he didn’t care. All he cared about was that she was warm, and wet. As the tips of his fingers teased her damp folds, she moaned low in her throat and pushed herself into his touch.

When he looked down at his beautiful bedmate, her eyes were still closed, but there was a little smile on her lips. Leaning down, his lips kissed against her ear, “I know you’re awake.” With that he let his pinky slip into her heat. Her act fell apart then as she gasped and looked at him with those lovely eyes.

“I…” Her words were stilted as he slowly slid his smallest digit in and out of her ever-so-slightly, “I… wanted to see how… how far you’d go.”

The way her walls gripped against his slender digit was distracting as he imagined just how fantastic it would feel wrapped around a different part of his body, “And… what do you think?”

Somehow, she found a way to press herself even closer to him. Her hand came up and scraped along his chest as she ground her crotch against the side of his hip, causing some delicious friction on her clit as he kept pushing into her tunnel, “I think… you should’ve done this sooner.” As he filled her with his ring finger too, she squeaked into his neck and bit down against his clavicle.

With a steadying breath, she decided she could play this little game, too. Her hand slid beneath the sheets and into his pajama trousers. It didn’t take much effort to find what she was looking for and as her soft hand wrapped around his steely length he throbbed.

Beaming at him, she gave him a firm stroke, “I can’t believe you’ve… been hiding this from me. I… I’ve given you more than one eyeful… and you haven’t returned the favor.”

Chuckling he kept fingering her tight hole, “So that was intentional, was it?”

Her breaths came out in cute little pants as she stroked him, “Yessss… I wanted you to look. If you’d ever… come and listened to me shower you would’ve heard me fingering away at my tight little cunt with your name on my lips.” As if things weren’t already hot enough, that image was incredible.

“Fuck…” He bucked his hip into her hands. The duel stimulation of his fingers and her own persistent humping caused her to reach her first, if he had anything to say about it, climax. Her hips shook erratically, and her peachy bum jiggled in his grip. As she quivered through her peak, she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

He moaned right along with her as the hold on his cock grew tighter. When she settled, she kissed against his neck sweetly before moving suddenly. Throwing the sheets off his body, she kept her ass where he could reach but moved her face down to where his length was pressing against the thin material of his trousers. Like an affectionate kitten, she pressed her cheek against his cock before she reached in to pull him out.

The top half of his length touched near his own bellybutton. Opening her mouth, she took his bulbous crown into her mouth and he thought he died and went to heaven.  Her hand was still busy beneath the waist of his trousers, fondling at his cum-filled sack. Mewling, the young woman went to work pleasuring his fat knob. Going just deep enough to kiss the top of her throat, she seemed to know exactly where to stop without over-extending herself. Her lack of depth didn’t bother him one bit because her tongue was fucking exquisite, dancing along the underside of his sensitive flesh. It was a tough thing not to cum instantly considering he hadn’t gotten a load out in the month since they’d been together. Why didn’t I think to use the shower like Delphi? Fucking numpty!

She didn’t want him to be a complete bystander obviously, because she started wiggling her bum, using his still lodged fingers to fuck herself. This had the added benefit of making her moan around the girthy cock in her mouth. Futilely, he held back his orgasm. White-knuckled, he fisted the sheets at his side as her tongue lashed ever faster against him.

Then something happened that felt truly heavenly, and it came so suddenly that he had no chance of holding out. Her tongue start vibrating right against his perineum, “Oh… fuck!”

Glugk. She gagged as he bucked his hips and pushed against her throat, but she didn’t let it deter her. She kept up her blissful assault on his cock and he succumbed to the pleasure.

Hot cum raced up his cock and filled her mouth. It was thick and a single rope nearly filled her mouth. The second came just as fast as the first, and she couldn’t swallow fast enough. She coughed and spit around his girth. His seed dripped down the side of his cock and to his stomach. Pulling off his spurting cockhead, she didn’t let his voluminous offering stop her. She placed him on her tongue and opened her mouth lewdly as he went off again and again.

Delphi swallowed twice before he was finally finished. And then she went about the ridiculously sexy task of cleaning up what she lost. While she did that, she kept stroking his oversensitive glands. When he whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure, she looked at him with wild eyes, “Oh, don’t complain, Harry. I’m not done with you yet!”

Her motions became demanding. Pulling off her own thin nightdress, he was treated to the sight of her beautiful body as she mounted his hips. Her bust bounced almost deliciously as she sat her peachy bum down on his thighs. Deftly, she pushed down his trousers and left his cock completely bare. Taking him in her soft hand, she swiped him through her damp folds before plunging down his cock.

The moan that left her came from her very soul, “Yes…”

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Delphini was delirious with pleasure. Every nerve in her body was on fire as she felt his intimidating length poking deep in her belly. She could feel him stretching the deepest parts of her and she wanted more.

Manically, she started bouncing her ass up and down on his cock. Months of forbidden lust and desire were culminating in the most fantastic moment of her entire life. Victory at the Battle of Hogwarts, seeing her father succeed, it was nothing in the face of the way she felt now. She was stretched so perfectly tight around him that she could feel his heartbeat against her walls, so strong and urgent.

It belonged to her, she could end it at any moment, but why in the world would she want to do that? He’s mine. Her mind was consumed with the unadulterated pleasure of him scraping against her sensitive sex. Grabbing his chin painfully hard, she leaned down to capture his lips. Clap. Clap. Clap. Her ass bounced from his groin with an ever-increasing wetness. It was loud and lewd, and with the added notes of his sweet moans, it was the most wonderful music that she’d ever heard in her life.

“You were worth… the fucking… wait.” She growled down at him, “But from now on… anytime I want you… I’m going to take you. Your cock belongs to me… your cum belongs to me… you’ll never cum again without my lips around your cock, without my hand pumping you, without my cunt squeezing you… without my ass hugging your fat fucking cock…” She’d been patient, determined to make him want it as badly as she did. It’d been a personal torture on some level, but it’d been worth it. Because now, now she could crush his spirit in a moment with just a few words. That power over him just made her hot, made her want him that much more. Because with time, she knew that even the truth wouldn’t be enough to turn him from her.

He was staring at her with those emerald eyes. They widened minutely as she found the strength to push up onto her feet and start squatting down onto his cock. As she put her hands on his abs to steady herself, some small part of her was glad that she’d joined him in exercising. It’s certainly paying off now.

One of his hands went to her hip and the other reached up to tweak one of her pale, pink nipples. She threw her head back and screamed. Time stretched infinitely in just a few short moments. Her mind flickered in and out of consciousness as her pussy spasmed around his cock and she came undone. In her haze, she wasn’t fully aware of what she was saying but words came all the same, “Cum for me… Give me what’s mine! I’ve waited soooo long.” Every bit of her smooth, sexy body quivered as she peaked.

The grip on her hip became harsh as he pulled her down flush. Her ass flexed as she felt him pulse inside of her. And then there was the euphoric sensation of his thick baby batter hot against the deepest parts of her womanhood. As Harry filled her, she laid herself down across his body, kissing against his neck. She gave little humps against him as he just kept going. She could feel some of his cum leaking out of her overstuffed cunt, but she didn’t care. He’d given her more than enough.

Sex-drunk, she whispered against him, “Our children are going to be so beautiful… so powerful…” She could feel his heartbeat quicken at that, whether out of fear or excitement, she didn’t care. Pureblood and the product of some of the greatest magical bloodlines in Britain. They’ll be perfect, and he’ll give me as many as I want.

It was quite the triumph. But she found it driven from her mind as she felt him twitch in her sheath. Well, we should probably keep going, just make sure I’m properly bred.