Interrogation Part 3

Harry had a bad feeling down inside of his gut. It was probably nerves. He didn’t think it was fear. Honestly, he was surprised he didn’t feel worse. Tomorrow was the day that everything would end.

He and Hermione had snuck back into Hogwarts, chasing one of Voldemort’s final horcruxes. They found the locket and destroyed it. But of course, they didn’t come alone.

“Don’t look so worried,” Bellatrix said, stroking Harry’s face. “I’m on your side now! I won’t let ANYTHING happen to you!”

They were sitting in an empty classroom. Hermioen had been with them, but she’d gone to rally members of Dumbledore’s Army for the coming battle. Until pretty recently, Harry worried that Bellatrix would turn on them. After all, they didn’t have a real assurance of her loyalty. She was just crazed by his big dick.

Those doubts had disappeared. Against the locket, Bellatrix was the one to destroy it. She finally understood that they were shaving away parts of her old master’s soul. The realization made her pause… Then she kept going, swearing herself completely to Harry.

She was a powerful witch, and Harry could definitely find a job for her when the battle came. However, he couldn’t let her fight.

He’d done the charm himself and Hermione did the same. Bellatrix was pregnant. He’d known that was the most likely outcome after the way they used her, letting him dump cum in her over and over. Honestly, the amount of tension he relieved with her body might be what kept him alive this long. However, that didn’t change that he needed to keep Bellatrix out of action.

As it had only been about a week and a half since Bellatrix got knocked up, her body wasn’t showing any signs yet. She was still as skinny and sexy as ever, wearing robes that she’d pulled down on purpose so that it would show her cleavage to anyone passing by. Her hair hung in front of her face, her eyes looking at him with passion that no longer unnerved him as much as it did before.

He knew that there was no chance of her agreeing to sit this one out. She would die for his sake, as strange as that was to think, and he couldn’t let that happen now.

“Say, Bellatrix, do you want me to show you a secret place?” Harry asked.

“A secret? Of yours?” she asked eagerly. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard of it,” Harry said. “It’s called the Chamber of Secrets.”

Soon, the two of them had crossed the school. The students and staff that remained were congregating in key areas, preparing as they could for what would happen tomorrow. Other than clearing his head, there was no preparation that Harry had left to do. Unless you counted getting Bellatrix out of the way.

When they entered the girls’ bathroom, Bellatrix suddenly cackled. Moaning Myrtle, who had just stuck her head through the bathroom stall door, immediately squeaked and hid again from the frightening woman.

“I get it!” Bellatrix said. “It was a joke! You don’t know where the chamber is, so you took me here where you’ll pin me down in a stall, and as you violate my pussy, you’ll say that was the real Chamber of Secrets all along—”

The sink slid away, revealing the chute down to the chamber below.

“No,” Harry said to Bellatrix. “This is just where Salazar Slytherin picked to hide his life’s work.”

Bellatrix seemed a little bit embarrassed, if the wild witch could ever display such an emotion, as she followed Harry and slid down the chute with him.

The trip was just like Harry remembered. Hermione had come down here recently to retrieve a fang off of the basilisk carcass, so lots of the usual cobwebs and dust were gone.

Harry arrived first, standing up quickly and holding out his hands to catch Bellatrix as she came past. Bellatrix cackled.

“What a gentleman!” she said.

Harry looked away as he helped her stand. Bellatrix still didn’t know what he and Hermione did, that she was with his child. It was very recent that he was coming to really trust her, and some things just hadn’t been shared. Honestly, he doubted the revelation would change the way that Bellatrix acted at all.

The two of them walked deeper into the chamber. Bellatrix stopped, her eyes gleaming, when the corpse of the basilisk came into sight.

“You killed that?” she asked hungrily.

The enormous snake was still completely whole, the magic that shrouded its body keeping it from decomposing at all. Other than its missing tooth and the gouged out eyes from Fawkes, it looked just like it had in life.

“I was lucky,” Harry grunted. “A phoenix helped, too.”

“I don’t like modesty!” Bellatrix declared. “Brag to me.”

“No,” Harry said. “It’s a waste of time.”

“Then I shall do it for you,” she said. “From a young age, Harry Potter displayed exceptional skill as a wizard. It was clear to see he would grow into someone of great power… and GREAT proficiency in bed. Very well endowed. Did I mention that his dick would be enormous? Absolutely girthy. Really, it’s obvious that a big dumb snake would never stand a chance.”

She drew her foot back and kicked the basilisk’s hard scales. It sounded like she was kicking solid stone, but Bellatrix didn’t flinch. She kicked it again, making its body jostle, and Harry looked worriedly at how close she was to its mouth.

“Stop!” Harry said, pulling her back. “If any venom spills…”

“I’m reaffirming your greatness,” Bellatrix said. “Don’t stop me.”

She stuck her foot past him to kick it again, and Harry yanked her back.

“Stop!” Harry said again.

He found Bellatrix staring at him, and realized that he’d said that in parseltongue. The snake language must have been at the forefront of his mind after using it to get down here. Suddenly, both Bellatrix and Harry jumped as they heard stone grinding against stone.

Just like when the statue of Salazar Slytherin opened in his second year, disgorging the basilisk, a wall on the far side of the room opened up. Harry and Bellatrix looked at each other, then approached it.

“Let me go first,” Harry said, drawing his wand.

He was worried for nothing, however. When they got to the hidden room, it was an ordinary looking room. It seemed to be an office that someone could stay in for a long period of time. In addition to a desk and a bookshelf full of—likely highly illegal—books, there was a bed with a green blanket over it.

Bellatrix looked at him. Harry knew exactly what she was thinking.

“It could be trapped—” he said.

Bellatrix ran and jumped onto the bed. When she landed on her back, she dragged her robes up past her waist, showing that she was wearing no panties over her black muff and bare pussy. Harry sighed. 

He walked forward, rolling up his sleeves. 

This was actually perfect, although he had to admit he was still a little skeptical of this being a normal room. Apparently, it was just Slytherin’s old hidden quarters. But Harry had brought Bellatrix here with the complete intention of fucking her.

Someone could be trapped down here if they weren’t a parselmouth, and that was the only way Harry could think of to make sure Bellatrix wouldn’t do anything risky. He’d tell the elves to bring her food and drink, and if they lost the battle tomorrow well then… He’d give the elves orders to sneak her out somewhere. At least she, and the life she carried with her, would have a chance of survival either way.

The original plan had been to thoroughly fuck her down here, then leave while she was out of it. That was his new plan, too, but it was certainly more convenient having a proper bed to use.

He could imagine that Bellatrix was waiting for him to just jam his dick into her. However, today was going to go a bit different from usual. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling a little… Warmer toward the witch than he had before. He was going to give her a kind of treatment only Hermione had experienced before.

Instead of his dick going into her pussy, it was Harry’s tongue that parted her lips.

“What!? But that— That’s your… Oooohhhhh!” Bellatrix wailed.

He was pretty much certain that she’d never felt a man’s tongue before. Hermione had gotten in there and gotten busy on a few occasions, but Bellatrix’s prior lover was Lord Voldemort, and Harry couldn’t really imagine anyone more selfish than the dark lord.

Harry, on the other hand, enjoyed giving pleasure. It gave him a different kind of satisfaction.

For example, the way Bellatrix Lestrange groaned and shook and let out unholy noises just because Harry was running his tongue over her body in shapes.

“NGAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Bellatrix shrieked.

She orgasmed that fast, squirting into Harry’s mouth. He swished it around his cheeks studying the taste: a little tangy, but also quite sweet. Far from finished, Harry’s tongue kept moving.

He toyed with Bellatrix’s clit, driving the witch utterly crazy. When she finally started to get used to the feelings Harry was doling out, he brought his trump card into play.

Without warning, Harry’s tongue buzzed like an electric saw. He put it against Bellatrix’s clit and pounded it viciously.

“Do you like that?” Harry hissed in parseltongue.

Bellatrix did indeed. She arched her back and squeezed her legs around his neck. She orgasmed twice as hard as she did before.

“NGHooooooooooooooHHHHH!” she screamed, her voice getting quieter in the middle than at the beginning and the end. 

Her back arched completely and her legs got extremely tight on Harry’s head. After that passed, her whole body slumped, and Harry pulled his face away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Bellatrix was catching her breath and Harry was full of pride watching her do it when another unexpected occurrence happened.

Chained manacles dropped from the ceiling. They bounced there, both Harry and Bellatrix looking at them, then at each other. Just like revealing this room, his use of parseltongue made them pop out.

“Is this… Salazar Slytherin’s sex dungeon?” Harry had to ask. 

Bellatrix lurched up, experiencing a sudden second wind because of the excitement she was feeling. She put her hands in the shackles herself, waiting for Harry to lock them. Sighing, Harry did so with a smile. Really, he should’ve expected how excited a kinky bitch like Bellatrix would get because of something like this. 

He locked the manacles on her BEFORE removing her robes. Because they couldn’t slide over her arms, that left him to rip them. He cheated a little bit, allowing his magic to help him, but to a witch like Bellatrix such a show of wandless magic was as hot as any muscle a man could have. 

Harry tore them away from her body, and from there, acted like an animal. He knew what Bellatrix wanted.

He pinned her against the wall, the chains rattling. She screamed and laughed as he did. Harry shrugged off his robes as he bit into her breasts, chomping on her nipples and leaving marks all over them. When his robes fell down, he left her breasts alone just long enough to get his underwear down. He picked up Bellatrix’s legs and pinned her knees to the wall. She wanted to grab and scratch his back; he knew she did because that’s what she always did. There were old red lines from their past nights together already there. However, the chains kept her hands up in the air, tethered to the ceiling. She was totally at his mercy.

As Harry folded her up against the wall and started thrusting, he whispered in her ear the entire time. It was here, as he had her pinned back, that he made the reveal.

“You’re pregnant,” Harry grunted in her ear.

That might seem like a callous way to reveal it, but he knew Bellatrix. To her, this was the most intimate time possible. If there was ever a time for a reveal, it was this one.

Bellatrix gasped. As the news sunk in, she climaxed straight away, her pussy quivering.

“And it’s yours?” she asked breathlessly.

“It’s mine,” Harry confirmed. “You’ve fulfilled your role more than adequately.”

As dehumanizing as it was to phrase it that way, Bellatrix shivered with pleasure.

“So enjoy tonight,” Harry said. “And tomorrow, stay here and stay safe.”

When she realized what he meant, Bellatrix screamed.

“NO!” she said. “I CAN STILL FIGHT! LET ME FIGHT! PLEASE, MASTER!”

Harry’s ears hurt from the volume, but he was resolute. He covered Bellatrix’s mouth to get a word in.
“It’s too much of a risk,” Harry said. “I can’t allow that. Don’t worry, though. I’ll give you the best night possible tonight.”

He could see Bellatrix didn’t agree, Harry just didn’t care. Now, it was time to activate Harry’s master plan.

He hissed in parselmouth again, just to see what would happen, and all sorts of other things popped out of the walls. Grabbing them with one hand, Harry quickly had Bellatrix equipped with a ball gag and a blindfold, her hands still bound. All that could be heard from her now were garbled moans, not anymore more complaining. Once he had her like that, Harry fucked harder than he ever had before.

He used the nerves he was feeling about going into battle as motivation. He worked himself until he was sweaty and sore, but even then he didn’t stop. He refused to. He came over and over, spilling inside Bellatrix until she was completely full. Really, if she wasn’t already knocked up, this would’ve been almost a guarantee to do it.

More than that, he kept fucking her as an hour ticked past, then a second one along with it. Harry growled as he used the last of his stamina to continue. When his legs eventually gave out, he slumped back and just observed.

Without his dick stopping it up, a whole bucket load of his cum plopped out of her pussy. Bellatrix wasn’t even moaning anymore. She was limp, being held up by the chains on her hands. Carefully, Harry stood up and unclasped the restraints, removing the BDSM gear he’d used as they went. Bellatrix was completely unconscious, fucked beyond anything she could handle.

Harry cleaned her up with magic and tucked her under the covers. He sighed, sitting next to her, and stroked her forehead.

It was incredible that they had gotten this far. He could barely associate this woman with the hatred he once held for her. As awful as the things she did were, he could lead her to do good… As his own little magically powerful sex slave.

His work here done, he stood up and left to face the day that was coming tomorrow. To his surprise, he felt much better than before! The chance to relieve stress helped, and more importantly, he knew that even if he failed, Bellatrix would get the chance to live on. Even if he lost and died, if she lived on and gave birth, there’d at least be something of him left in the world.

That thought in mind, he actually felt READY for what was coming. At least, as ready as he’d ever be.