Lord and Master ch.1

Harry Potter found himself in a situation that was slipping out of control, and he didn't know what to do. His stepsister, Ginny, had undergone a drastic transformation, and he felt powerless to deal with it. So, like anyone seeking guidance in the digital age, Harry went to the library and turned to the Muggle Internet for advice.

According to anonymous online advisors, Harry's options boiled down to two: a gentle approach or a more assertive one. On one hand, he could try to have a heartfelt conversation with Ginny, attempting to understand the reasons behind her changed behavior. Why had she become so different? What was happening in her mind? On the other hand, he could resort to a tougher tactic, threatening to cut her off from his support.

Neither of these options appealed to Harry. The gentle approach had been his initial choice, but it proved ineffective time and time again. The idea of completely cutting off Ginny and casting her adrift was even more distasteful because he knew she wouldn't survive on her own; she'd likely end up on the streets or worse.

But then something in Harry began to change.

This transformation occurred over the course of several weeks. It might have started when Ginny bluntly told him to back off. Harry had been her guardian for the past five years, ever since the Weasleys were killed by a drunken Russian wizard during their trip to Egypt. Initially, he had expected Ginny to fall apart, with her pain manifesting recklessly, perhaps through substance abuse or promiscuity.

However, Ginny had always been a calm, well-behaved girl. At Hogwarts, she excelled in her studies, played on the Quidditch team, and earned the respect of her teachers. But as a magical college student, living at home and commuting to campus, she had transformed into an ordinary troublemaker.

Insults were one thing, but theft was another. She stealthily reached into his wallet and stashed a few dollars whenever she pleased. At first, Harry didn't notice the extent of her actions because he didn't keep meticulous records of his daily expenses. It took him some time to realize what was happening.

The breaking point came when she took his Muggle car without permission while he was away on a business trip. Legally an adult, he thought it would be fine to leave her alone for a while, but she ended up in a car accident, causing cosmetic damages worth thousands of dollars.

Harry repeatedly tried to sit down and talk with her to uncover the source of her behavior, but Ginny met him with hostility. She even rolled her eyes and accused him, saying, "You're just an oblivious guy, a puppet of the patriarchy, a typical white man who can't even recognize his privilege."

Harry couldn't help but find her accusations somewhat amusing, considering he had been footing the bill for her education and most of her expenses. But on one Saturday night, as Ginny was getting ready to go out, he noticed something that would once again alter the course of their relationship.

Harry Potter couldn't help but notice her phone, carelessly left on the couch cushion. He had bought her that phone when she was still attending Hogwarts, and he had taken precautions by setting a passcode. Until now, he had never considered using it. First, he wanted to respect her privacy, and second, she had never given him a reason to doubt her.

However, as she continued to behave more and more like a spoiled brat, Harry didn't hesitate when he saw the device lying on the living room couch. He recalled how she had insulted him, as if she could do whatever she pleased.

Did her appearance cause this shift in his thinking? Until now, he had relied on a psychological barrier deep within his mind. Before she came of age, he had tried not to notice her long red hair, that cheeky smile, ample bosom, or the way her silhouette looked when she bent over to pick something up. Even when she strutted around in denim shorts and snug-fitting shirts, he feigned indifference, suppressing those desires.

But now, a different instinct within him had awakened. Frustration coursed through his body, and he knew it would take control.

Harry decided to ensure that this girl wouldn't ruin her life, and his initial intentions held a noble undertone when he first commandeered her phone.

At first, he wondered if the master password would work. Doubts crept in; perhaps he hadn't remembered it correctly. Considering she was a young woman who had spent a significant part of her life engrossed in her phone, he wouldn't be surprised if she had made significant changes.

But then the numeric keyboard appeared, and Harry entered those digits, waiting impatiently. Time seemed to momentarily stretch, as if he expected some offensive message or feared she might burst through the front door in search of her device.

Instead, he was greeted by icons representing her various applications. Even then, he knew precisely what he was looking for—a potential material for blackmail. He wanted to discover what she had been doing and illustrate the young woman she had become. Simultaneously, he hoped to uncover a specific reason, something that could explain her behavior. Harry began by delving into her text messages, scouring seemingly mundane conversations about research groups and the like. First, he examined her friends, whose names he recognized from moments when she shared anecdotes from her social life. The messages contained jokes, memes, silly emojis, and cute photos.

As he withdrew from these messages, he noticed another thread of conversation, without a name, only identified as

"Gorgeous Cat."

His brows furrowed with unease, especially considering the unfamiliar pseudonym. Tilting his head to the side, he opened the thread and began to read.

The messages were explicit, discussing intimate interactions, with Ginny engaged in activities with this person. Initially, he assumed it must be her boyfriend, but as he scrolled back, he came across a few attached photos.

It was a woman.

She was undeniably beautiful, with blond hair and a piercing gaze. Beautiful and seemingly older, probably around his age. A witch, holding a wand in one of the photos. A witch he vaguely remembered from his time in the Wizarding world.

Intrigued, Harry moved on to her photos.

And then something within him changed. The mental barrier separating him from Ginny suddenly crumbled. He hadn't intended for it to happen; he wasn't consciously thinking about it. But as he observed what she was doing in those photos, especially her nude or semi-nude poses, it was more than her incredible figure that shattered his defenses: it was her smile. In her facial expression, there was an insatiable hunger, a fervor. She seemed incredibly aroused.

Harry was entranced not only by her stunning silhouette but by something deeper - her smile. It exuded a profound hunger, an insatiable passion that stirred him in a way he hadn't expected. She appeared incredibly excited, and before he could restrain his own desires, he became intensely aroused. Thoughts swirled through his mind, imagining himself running his hands over her naked form, grasping her thick, red hair. This girl, who had been acting like a brat for months, insulting him and taking advantage of him, had ignited a fire within him, and he was determined to change everything.

Initially, he hadn't given much thought to whether Ginny had a girlfriend; her experiments seemed acceptable. Perhaps she was discovering a new facet of herself, and Harry had no objections to that. Whatever she chose to explore was her business. However, when his eyes shifted to another photo, he recognized a building belonging to Ginny's college.

He began to scrutinize the texts more closely, and the truth became clear - Gorgeous Cat was one of Ginny's professors. Simultaneously, he pondered Ginny's recent behavior and knew what he had to do.

Eventually, he placed the phone back on the couch where he had found it.

Next, Harry returned to his laptop, delving into various department directories at the university. Regardless of whether curiosity or an unspoken plan was driving him, he had a mission to track her down.

Her name was Daphne Greengrass, specializing in political sciences and the origins of the old continent. When he found her online, there was a photo from some symposium or conference where she appeared self-assured. Staring at the image on the screen, he leaned back, contemplating her actions.

Determined, Harry made the decision to meet with her. Did he have an exact plan in mind? Were his words rehearsed? No. He felt more like he was operating on autopilot. He drove back to his alma mater, the same university he had graduated from a few years ago. He found guest parking, walked among familiar buildings, and wandered around the campus.

Finally, he found himself in the main building of her department. He opened the door, trying to recall if he had ever attended classes here. He wasn't sure, but he couldn't be mistaken. Climbing up to the fourth floor, where the instructors' offices were located, he noticed her office number ahead. Her door was partially open, just as he had expected. After all, these were her working hours.

As he approached, he expected a wave of nervousness to wash over him, with his stomach twisting in pain. Instead, he was growing more confident in his decision, especially when he recalled some of the images he had seen.

Harry knocked on the door, and she called out casually, "Come in."

"Hi," he said.

"Hello?" Daphne replied, furrowing her brow in puzzlement. "How can I help you?"

Harry Potter took control of the situation and replied, "Yes, I think you can. I'm here about one of your students, Ginny."

Initially, Daphne appeared entirely composed, attempting to suppress any reaction to that name. However, subtle signs betrayed her emotions – a slight tightening of her lips, a slight flare of her nostrils. Clearly, she felt something, though she knew how to conceal her feelings.

"Unfortunately, privacy regulations prevent me from discussing her grades," Daphne replied.

"I'm not here to discuss her grades," Harry interjected. "Though that could be an interesting topic. And now, take a look at this." He pulled out his phone, set up automatic photo playback, and showed her the screen. Images flashed automatically, one after the other.

Color drained from Daphne's face. She was a beautiful woman, but her skin had turned very pale. Her lips formed a nervous line, and she rose from her chair. Perhaps she was trying to divert her attention for a few moments, as if she needed time to think. She closed the door and returned to her seat. As she sat down, she leaned forward and asked, "What do you want?"

A slow smile appeared on Harry's lips. He knew he could simply engage in a conversation with her, but there was something oddly satisfying about witnessing her discomfort. Maybe it was because she was a university professor. She always had control over her students, setting the rules as she pleased. Students often begged her for exceptions or opportunities to earn extra points. In her little world, she had incredible power, but now she seemed lost.

Before breaking the silence, Daphne asked once more, "What do you want? If it's money, I can pay you."

"No," Harry interrupted her before she could become more embarrassed. "It's not about money, Daphne. It's about your future. Do you understand what could happen if these photos are made public?"

She fell silent, her gaze fixed on Harry's shoulder, looking frozen, like a computer that had crashed. Harry leaned forward and continued, "If these photos are reported to the administration, I'm certain you'll be dismissed. In fact, your entire reputation could be completely tarnished. Seducing a student? In the past, you might have gotten away with it, but now? Consider the power imbalance. Factor in the conflict of interests. This might even land you in jail, and even your pure-blood family will disown you."

Her lips parted, and she clearly wanted to speak, but her fingers clenched into fists, and her mind failed her. This was a woman who made a living speaking to students, delivering lecture after lecture, educating her classes. Yet, at this moment, she couldn't find a single word to utter. For the first time, she had no lesson plan or prepared speech. She had nothing to say as these words ruthlessly pierced her psyche.

Harry took control of the situation, declaring, "From now on, you will do whatever I want." He didn't hesitate; desire coursed through his body. Standing in place, he pointed to the floor in front of him. "On your knees."

Daphne hesitated and asked with a trembling voice, "What, what do you plan to do?"

Harry took a step closer, running his fingers along her jawline and then caressing her cheek. Strangely, she didn't pull away when he grabbed her hair, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.

"I intend to use you," Harry said bluntly. "Starting with your mouth."

"But is that all?" Daphne inquired.

Harry chuckled, "No," he replied, "it won't be just that."

He withdrew his hand and pointed again. "Last chance."

Daphne shifted forward on the chair, then gracefully sank to her knees as Harry expected.

"Just so we're clear," he said, "I want you to understand. Ginny is a beautiful girl. I don't know if I could resist her," Harry admitted. As he spoke, desire surged through his body, making him hard. He undid his pants, exposing himself fully. His length was in plain view, and Daphne licked her lower lip. "How do you identify?"

She immediately understood his question but hesitated before answering, "I'm a lesbian."

This time, Harry couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Are you sure? Because right now, you look very, very fascinated by my cock. Maybe it's something else," he suggested. "Sexuality, after all, is on a spectrum." She swallowed her frustration but remained still.