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Harry really needed to find a better meeting place for his brats. The Room of Requirement was fine enough in theory, but given how many students knew about it now, it was hard to get there undetected. Already, he’d heard gossipping start around Hogwarts about what he could be getting up to with all of the women he brought to the Room of Requirement.

He normally didn’t mind gossip, even when it dealt with him, but it was starting to cause some problems with his brats.

“You got another brat?” Pansy whinged loudly. “You barely have enough time for me as it is!”

Harry bit back a groan. Pansy had chosen to confront him out in the open in a corridor where anyone could easily overhear them. He’d been waiting for the right time to introduce Hermione to the group, but apparently he’d already been caught spending a bit too much time with her by someone, and now the whole school knew that he was hooking up with her.

“Pansy, listen—” Harry began.

“Oh no,” Pansy snapped. “You’ll tell me the truth right now or else.”

Harry’s eyes flared dangerously. “Or else?” He repeated.

Pansy realised her mistake instantly. She’d let her inner brat come out, and now she was going to be punished for it.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she bowed her head.

“It’s too late for that,” Harry told her seriously. “Go round up the others and bring them to the Room of Requirement.”

“Yes, master,” Pansy said dutifully.

The moment she was out of sight, Harry let out a sigh. This was getting to be too troublesome. Between Pansy and Tracey both begging for more time with him and Daphne and Susan still fighting an open war over who got to become his Head Brat, Harry was constantly having to waste away his days keeping everyone in check. At least Hermione hadn’t become a problem for him… yet. Given how the others have worked out so far, he could only imagine just how controlling Hermione could end up.

Maybe he should make Daphne or Susan his Head Brat. At least then he’d have someone else to dole out punishments. Besides, a hierarchy among the brats was necessary for the long-term success of his control over his brats. The books he’d found all said that a master needed to have a Head Brat in place before they got to their seventh or eighth brat, otherwise they’d quickly become overwhelmed and possibly lose control over all of them.

But who was he going to choose? He needed someone who could exert their authority without abusing it. At this point, he wasn’t entirely certain that either Daphne or Susan wouldn’t become vindictive to the other if one of them was put in charge. He could always pick someone else though.

Pansy was too submissive, Harry knew instantly. She’d been cowed by him for too long, but perhaps that could serve as an example for the others to reach. He shouldn’t discount her so easily.

Tracey was another option, but her meekness and avoidance of her brattiness wasn’t what a good Head Brat should do.

Hermione was his best friend, and he knew that she’d do a remarkable job as his Head Brat, but that just might make her more difficult to control on his end.

How was he supposed to handle this?

It was something he thought hard about the entire walk up to the Room of Requirement. It was empty, as usual. Harry only knew of himself, Hermione, and Neville who actually had permission slips to use the room.

Thirty minutes later, Pansy showed up with everyone in tow. Daphne and Susan were stood far apart from each other, with Tracey standing next to Daphne and Hermione besides Susan. Hermione was looking quite curious as to what was going on. Harry supposed that it was long past time that he showed her what punishments were like under him.

“Brats,” Harry addressed them all with a cocky smirk.

“Hello, master,” they all said in unison, exactly as they should.

Harry swung the door to the room open for them, and they all stepped inside to a small sitting room. A long sofa, enough to fit all of them, sat along the far wall while a stool was positioned just a few feet away beside a small table.

“Why are we here?” Hermione asked Harry right away. The other girls seemed surprised that she was asking him a question at all. They’d gotten so used to just following his orders without question—when they weren’t being bratty, that is—that this seemed like a sort of rebellion against Harry. However, he knew it wasn’t actually the case; Hermione just had a deep desire to know everything.

“You’ll see in a minute,” Harry told her. “Why don’t you all sit down on the sofa? Not you, Pansy.”

He grabbed her wrist just as she went to go sit down with the others. Everyone else got comfortable and watched as Harry sat down on the stool with Pansy still standing beside him.

“You know what to do,” he told Pansy.

There was only the slightest hesitation before Pansy bent over his lap. Her skirt flipped up naturally as she laid across him, letting her bare arse be exposed. Hermione’s eyes nearly leapt out of their sockets at the sight. Obviously, she hadn’t quite expected to see any of his other brats’ bodies like this.

“Pansy, tell everyone why you’re being punished today,” Harry ordered her.

Pansy’s eyes were fuming as she stared right at Hermione. “Because I complained about not being able to spend enough time with you.”

“You should all know that I do my best to divide my time between you equally, but there’s a bit of an on-boarding process whenever a new brat joins the group,” Harry said. “And I expect you all to be understanding and respectful of that instead of questioning me in a rude manner. Is that understood?”

“Yes, master,” they all answered, even Pansy.

Harry’s bare hand rubbed Pansy’s arse cheeks. Merlin, he loved them so much. They were so perfectly spankable, and watching them jiggle whenever he fucked her was one of his favourite things about having Pansy as his brat.

“Clearly, the fact that you keep testing me is a sign that I’m not punishing you properly,” Harry told Pansy. “That fault lies with me, but everything changes today.”

With a simple thought, the Room of Requirement fulfilled his request to see a paddle appear on the table next to him. It was a small thing covered in black leather with a handful of metal rivets embedded within it. The handle was nice and fit smoothly in his hand as he picked it up.

“As always, I expect you to count out your punishment,” Harry told Pansy as he dangled the paddle in front of her eyes. They widened at the sight of it, but she wasn’t so easily cowed.

“Of course,” Pansy replied, defiant and proud.

“And you’ll thank me for them too,” Harry added.

He could see her itching to lash out and let her tongue get her into even more trouble, but then she glanced back at the paddle and thought better of it.

Harry passed the paddle over to his other hand, the one closest to Pansy’s arse, and readied himself. He reeled his arm back for a medium-strength hit and then swatted forward with the paddle.

“One!” Pansy screeched out as she jolted on his lap. The sound of her arse getting smacked made the other brats cringe. It was already turning a bright shade of red. “Thank you, master.”

Again, Harry smacked the same arse cheek, and Pansy squirmed in his lap, rubbing up against his cock.

“Two! Thank you, master!”

By the fifth hit on the same cheek, he could see Pansy’s resolve starting to break down. Her voice had just the slightest crack in it, and her breathing was becoming more ragged. He swore that she was genuine in her thanks when he spanked her other cheek.

“Six! Thank you, master!” Pansy cried out in relief.

Harry grabbed her chin and twisted her head towards him. “Look at me when you thank me.”

“Yes, master,” Pansy said, staring up into his eyes.

He spanked that cheek another four times before switching back to the first one. The brief reprieve had allowed the sting to settle in, so this next blow got the biggest reaction yet. Pansy actually whimpered from the spank and had to sniffle away a tear.

Harry felt like his point was close to being made, but he couldn’t appear to be weak to any of his brats. He needed to remind them that he was the one in charge. He spanked Pansy several more times for good measure, alternating between each cheek.

“Fourteen! Thank you, master!”

“Can you apologise to Hermione for being upset that she’s become a fellow brat alongside you?” Harry asked her.

This time, there was no anger in Pansy’s eyes. She’d been put back in her place. “I’m sorry for being upset that you’ve joined us, Hermione. I should have welcomed you with open arms.”

“It’s okay,” Hermione replied quickly.

Harry dropped the paddle and gently rubbed Pansy’s burning-red arse. He let his fingers slip down to her pussy and felt just how wet she was there.

“Daphne, Tracey,” Harry prompted the two women. “Why don’t you help take care of Pansy? After such an ordeal, she should be pampered a bit, shouldn’t she?”

They knew exactly what he was implying. The room morphed into a bedroom, and the two women came and helped Pansy off of Harry’s lap. They carried her over to the bed and laid her down there before Tracey dove in between Pansy’s thighs and started eating her out. Daphne gave Pansy a searing kiss before pulling out some numbing and healing creams from within her bag to apply to Pansy’s sore bottom.

Harry was always hard after doling out a punishment like that. The fact that he had a gorgeous woman rocking against his crotch turned him like nothing else, and the power dynamics between them only excited things more. He looked between Susan and Hermione, wondering which one he should fuck.

But before he could make a decision, Susan spoke up.

“Master,” she began tentatively. He nodded at her to go on. “I received a message from my Aunt Amelia that she’d like to speak to you about some important matters.”

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at Susan. “Did you tell her about us?”

“Of course,” Susan said proudly. “But I don’t think that’s entirely what this is about.”

Harry nodded. “She can owl me anytime.”

“I believe that she’d like you to visit the Ministry with her. Apparently, she’s speaking to Headmistress McGonagall about it right now,” Susan informed him.

Harry glanced down at the obvious bulge in his crotch. “Then you two had better make fast work of this.”

It was impossible not to grin as Hermione and Susan both dove to their knees in front of him and quickly unzipped his trousers. Seeing the two of them share his cock was like a dream come true.

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A short twenty minutes later, Harry found himself making his way up to the Headmistress’s office. Ever since taking over, Headmistress McGonagall had done a marvellous job in setting the affairs at Hogwarts back in order. With Kingsley as the Minister of Magic, Hogwarts and the Ministry once again had a positive relationship.

Harry didn’t need a password anymore to enter the Headmistress’s office; the castle recognised all that he had done for it and tended to let him go wherever he wanted more often than not. He climbed the staircase and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” McGonagall called out.

Harry stepped inside to find McGonagall sitting behind the large desk that sat in the middle of the room, and Amelia Bones was sitting down across from her. He was shocked to see just how similar Amelia reminded him of Susan. He’d seen her at a distance once before during his trial before his fifth year at Hogwarts, but that hadn’t given him quite the same insight into her.

Amelia had that same passionate, earnest look in her eyes that Susan always had. Her hair was a few shades darker too, but it still bounced with life as she readjusted herself in her seat to turn to face him. She eyed him up and down, taking measure of him. Despite knowing that she was much older, magic made it so that she only looked to be in her early thirties.

“Harry,” McGonagall smiled warmly. “This is Amelia Bones, director of the D.M.L.E.”

“We’ve technically met at my trial,” Harry said as he stepped forward with an outstretched hand.

“Yes, we did,” Amelia replied as she shook his hand. “A torrid affair, but what else could you expect underneath Fudge.”

“It’s quite peculiar timing that you’ve arrived here when you did,” McGonagall said to Harry. “Amelia here was just trying to see if she could get my approval for you to visit the Ministry this weekend when you’re free from classes.”

“I’m free all evening,” Harry said. “Why not now?”

Amelia looked to McGonagall for approval.

“I can’t very well say no to either of you,” McGonagall said, uttering an unexpected laugh. “Of course. Just be back by curfew.”

“It won’t take us very long to discuss everything,” Amelia assured her as she stood up from her seat. “Shall we floo over there now then?”

“Let’s,” Harry nodded, gesturing to Amelia that she should take the lead to the fireplace.

Amelia threw down a handful of floo powder to turn the flames green. Then, presumptuously, she wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him in close to her side. He wondered if this was some sort of test. None of the books he read went into how the family members of brats reacted to the knowledge that they had to obey a dominant master. Still, he was curious enough to go along with what she had planned.

Together, they stepped forward into the flames and were transported straight into Amelia’s office in the Ministry of Magic.

Candles burned overhead as they were spat out of the fireplace, covered in soot. A simple wave from Harry’s wand cleaned both of them of it, which Amelia thanked him with a smile.

“Please, sit down,” Amelia said, gesturing to a chair on the far side of her desk.

Amelia’s office was rather simple for a director of her status. Three glass walls were currently covered with blinds, preventing anyone from seeing in. Besides the desk and three chairs organised around it, there was a small sofa against one of the glass walls and a few magical plants growing in pots. Thick stacks of parchment sat neatly organised at various places around the desk and in large baskets rested atop short cabinets that sat on either side of the fireplace.

Harry took his seat as Amelia took hers. “So, what is this all about?”

“There are two matters I’d like to discuss with you today,” she told him, switching into what he assumed her professional voice was like. “First is that Minister Shacklebolt had charged me with reviewing your godfather’s previous incarceration and the trial surrounding it.”

Harry’s heart nearly burst from his chest in excitement. Kingsley had mentioned something about looking into helping Sirius out after the war ended, but Harry hadn’t heard anything about it since. He did suppose that Kingsley had been quite busy rebuilding the government after what the Death Eaters had done to it.

“As I’m sure you’re well aware, I discovered that the trial was a sham, as many were in the wake of the First Wizarding War,” Amelia said regretfully. “With these findings, I can assure you that Sirius Black will receive a fair and proper trial to review the actual facts of the case. I have no doubts that he will be freed, especially given the fact that the Ministry had recovered the body of Peter Pettrigrew and has plenty of testimony marking him as a devoted servant of Voldemort.”

“Thank you,” Harry exhaled the deep breath he’d been holding in. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

“Unfortunately, we are unable to get into contact with Mr Black,” Amelia said. “I was hoping that you may be able to convey our message to him, as well as any subsequent ones when we take this matter back before the Wizengamot.”

“Of course,” Harry said. He knew that Sirius would be overjoyed to hear this as well.

“Excellent,” Amelia nodded. “Keep an eye out for my owl. That, I suppose, brings us to the second discussion I wished to have with you.”

Harry braced himself for what was to come. “Susan came to me willing and I—”

“You misunderstand me,” Amelia interrupted him, holding her hands up to stop him before he went any further. “I’m quite proud that she’s your brat. You see, I’m a brat myself.”

To say that Harry was surprised was an understatement, but he managed to keep his reaction under control. “Who was your master?” He asked.

“No one,” Amelia told him, not hiding her sadness in the slightest. “I was born at a time where there were only two wizards powerful enough to be a possible candidate to be my master: Dumbledore and Voldemort. One was evil and the other… well, he wasn’t interested in women. I drifted for a long time. It’s why I’ve never married. I’m glad that my niece has you around to take care of her.”

“So am I,” Harry said honestly. “So, what did you want to talk about then?”

“I’m quite well versed in knowledge about magical brats,” Amelia told him. “And I know that you’re getting into the danger zone by not having a Head Brat picked out yet. Susan obviously didn’t win you over, and neither have any of the other brats you’ve collected. That’s why I want to volunteer myself to take over the position as your Head Brat.”

“You what?” Harry blinked in surprise.

Amelia gave him a moment to digest this information. “I’ve spent my life preparing for a role like this. As the head of the D.M.L.E., I’m an expert at managing a hierarchical structure and dealing with interpersonal conflicts between members of my staff. I’m highly organised and prepared to keep all of your brats in line for you. I won’t be your Head Brat forever, but this will give me time to help you pick my future successor and help groom them into a proper Head Brat.”

“I never knew that Head Brats retired from their position like that,” Harry said, chuckling in amusement.

“It’s quite common for powerful wizards to go through a few Head Brats in his lifetime,” Amelia shrugged. “Sometimes it’s just to change things up, other times it’s because the Head Brat isn’t doing a good enough job. For me, I expect there’ll come a time where I don’t want to spend my day micromanaging your brats. That’ll be for a younger brat to take care of.”

“You don’t look that old,” Harry said sincerely.

“Thank you,” Amelia smiled at him. “I do a lot to maintain my appearance, and magic helps out a lot, but the truth is that I’m sixty-four years old. I still have another thirty or forty years before I consider retirement, and that’ll give us plenty of time to find another Head Witch for you.”

“Your offer is all well and good, and I won’t insult you by asking if you know all of what being my brat would entail…” Harry trailed off.

“You mean sex?” Amelia said eagerly. “That’s just what I’ve been waiting for.”

Suddenly, every stitch of clothing vanished from Amelia’s body. She leaned back in her seat with a sly smile as she showed her well-defined abs and her large breasts that seemed to defy gravity. They were full and plump and topped with the most delectable nipples imaginable. Her body was lean and beautiful, but Amelia wasn’t done showing off yet. Once she was sure that Harry got a good look at her, she stood up and turned around for him, showing off her perky arse. Then, she bent over and spread her cheeks apart.

“Is that a butt plug?” Harry asked in amazement as he eyed the glittering round stone that sat just above Amelia’s pussy.

“It is indeed,” Amelia said as she reached back and grabbed onto the exposed base. She smoothly pulled the plug out, letting her arsehole gape slightly. The plug was surprisingly long and well lubricated, and Amelia tossed it aside casually. “Fuck my arse, and you’ll see that I’m more than worthy of being your Head Brat.”

It was hard to imagine anything that Harry wanted more in that moment. His blowjob from Hermione and Susan had been wonderful, but there was nothing quite as satisfying as giving a brat a rough shag.

“If I do this, there’s no guarantee that you’ll become my Head Brat,” Harry told her.

“Trust me, I will,” Amelia promised him. “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Cheeky,” Harry chuckled as he stood up. The moment he did, all of his clothes vanished too, and his rapidly hardening cock popped to life.

He walked around Amelia’s desk and grabbed her wrists roughly before shoving her palms down onto her desk. He popped one of his fingers in his mouth to wet it and then easily shoved it into Amelia’s arse. The tight ring of muscle easily gave way to his intrusion, and he was met with the most incredible heat imaginable. His other hand stroked her arse as he probed her depths, feeling around every inch he could reach.

“You feel so tight around my finger,” Harry growled. “Are you sure you can take my cock?”

“I’ve been preparing for it all my life,” Amelia assured him, shivering at his touch. She was pushing her arse back against him, begging him to go deeper.

Harry pulled his finger out and spanked her arse. Amelia barely gave a reaction to the harsh sting. “Do you have lube somewhere?”

“Top drawer,” Amelia said, indicating the drawer to her left.

Harry opened it to find a half-used bottle waiting for him. He grabbed it and applied a liberal amount across his cock and onto Amelia’s arsehole itself. Then, he placed the bottle on her desk and positioned himself behind her. His eager cock prodded her arse before he angled it properly.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Harry told her.

“I wouldn’t be your Head Brat if it was,” Amelia told him. “I can take anything you can give me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Harry replied as he pushed forward.

Harry watched as Amelia’s arsehole stretched out around his girth as he entered her. Whatever training she’d done really helped her take his cock in smoothly, but he had no doubts that his cock was thicker than any toy she’d tried because he heard her grunt when his cock was barely halfway inside of her. He kept pushing forward though, letting her feel just how thick he was.

Once he was fully settled inside of her, Harry leaned forward and groped her swaying breasts. “Still as confident as before?” He asked her with a teasing voice.

“Yes,” Amelia replied.

“You shouldn’t lie to your master,” Harry said. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“I’m less confident than before,” Amelia corrected herself. “But I still think I can take it.”

Harry chuckled huskily. “I like your confidence.”

His hands slid their way down to her hips. He grabbed onto her firmly, making sure that she was stable enough for what he was about to do. However, before he could start moving, there was a knock at her door.

“Director?” A woman’s voice called out.

“Damn it,” Amelia cursed. “I forgot to turn the privacy wards back on.”

“Sounds like your problem,” Harry replied as he started to pull his hips back. “Tell her you’re busy.”

Amelia opened her lips to do just that, but Harry chose that moment to slam his cock back inside of her arse. Whatever words were meant to come out failed Amelia, and they were replaced by a sweet moan.

“Director?” The woman called out again. “Are you in there?”

“Yes,” Amelia managed to get out, grunting as Harry kept fucking her arse. He was careful not to make the sounds of sex too obvious, so he pulled his thrusts back at the last moment so that he wasn’t smacking off of her arse. He didn’t know how long he could last like this though. Now that he was inside of Amelia’s arse, he just wanted to make a complete mess of her.

“The Minister is requesting an urgent appointment at your earliest convenience, and I have another stack of reports from—”

“Keep them for now,” Amelia grunted in reply. “I’m quite busy at the moment.”

There was a moment of silence. “But… the Minister—” the woman tried to insist.

“He’ll understand,” Amelia assured her as her voice began to break from the panting. Her tight walls were squeezing Harry’s cock so wonderfully, and despite her bold words, Amelia was losing her composure. “I’ll get to it as soon as I can. Now, please leave.”

“Yes, Director,” came the stiff reply.

Amelia gave it a few seconds before she glanced back over her shoulder at Harry with a frustrated expression. “You couldn’t have given me a minute to deal with that?”

“You seem to be forgetting yourself, brat,” Harry said before spanking her arse powerfully. The spank made her arse clamp down even harder around Harry’s cock. “I’m your master now, and my desires come first.”

“You’re right, master,” Amelia quickly backpedalled. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s good to see how well you take correction,” Harry grunted, slamming hard into her arse and watching her cheeks ripple as he did so. The way they jiggled nearly rivalled Pansy in terms of pure visual enjoyment. “I’ve already had to punish one brat today. I’d hate to have to punish you the same way.”

“You won’t,” Amelia promised him, moaning as his cock filled her up yet again. “I’ll be a good little brat for you, master.”

Fuck, this was exactly what he was looking for.

Amelia’s legs quivered as Harry continued to assert his dominance over her. This was the culmination of years of preparation for her, and her body was responding accordingly. The way her arse kept spasming around his cock told him that her orgasm was near.

“Are you going to cum for me, brat?” Harry asked huskily.

“Oh Merlin, yes,” Amelia moaned louder. “Fuck, you’re going to break me!”

“I’d better not,” Harry warned her. “If you’re going to be my new Head Brat, you’d better be ready to take my cock on a daily basis.”

“Yes—ah!” Amelia cried out, her knees buckling. “Yes, master! Just fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!”

Amelia would have collapsed to the floor had Harry not held her up. Still, her face planted onto her desk as she came on Harry’s thick cock. Her walls became impossibly tight and spasmed wildly as she cried out his name again and again until she was simply babbling.

It became too tight for Harry to move inside of Amelia’s arse, but it didn’t stop him from feeling the incredible pleasure of her walls trying to milk his cock. He only lasted a few moments before he felt himself start to cum deep into her arsehole. It was an overwhelming, tumultuous feeling of pleasure that overcame his mind. His body kept trying to thrust into her to eek out that last bit of pleasure, but the sheer tightness left him breathless and unable to move more than an inch. He resigned himself to simply revelling in the feeling of ecstasy until every last drop had been drained from his cock.

Finally, when Amelia’s body relaxed and she was able to gasp for breath again, Harry fell back into her chair. As his cock slid out of her arsehole, it remained gaping open, and Harry watched as his cum began to leak out of her and drip down onto her pussy.

“You’re hired,” Harry told Amelia. “Keep my other brats in line, and you’ll be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.”

“You already have,” Amelia laughed quietly as she sank down to the floor in exhaustion.