Buggering The Time-Line Chapter One

STORY TITLE: Buggering The Time-Line

PART: 01 of ??

AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)

DISTRIBUTION:  FanFiction.Net, HP FanFiction Archive, Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing 

DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. 

SUMMARY: Twenty-three-year-old Harry Potter finds himself in Diagon Alley in August 1977.  And after you destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes and kill the Dark Lord, what's a time traveler to do? Enjoy himself of course, with as many willing witches as he can!

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster

RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Multi, Harry/Lily Evans, Harry/Narcissa Black

RATING: NC-17

WORD COUNT: <7,237>

SPOILERS:   None, if you don't know how the Harry Potter story goes by now, why are you reading this story?

WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.  

AUTHORS NOTES:  Just something fun, don't expect an epic story.   Also, I'm borrowing some of SlytherinSal's ideas (used with Permission) about ways to get funds for Hogwarts in this story.   If you can enjoy a good Snape, his/her stories are a lot of fun, especially the Krait-verse, and they are on FF.Net.

CASTING NOTE:   Young Narcissa Black is portrayed by actress January Jones

                                   Lily Evans is portrayed by Karen Gillian

Daily Prophet Headline

July 31st, 1978

You Know Who Dead!

Killed in a Duel by Mystery Man

Body Publicly Burned

Who is Our Savior, and What Does He Want?

Harry Evans, 24 years old, sat back in the kitchen of his Diagon Alley flat and laughed, “If only they knew!  They would be shitting themselves if they knew what was going on, but I'm not going to tell them, let them wonder.”    

He and Winky had arrived on the Winter Solstice of last year and set out to ensure the world they came from could never exist.  The Wizarding World of the 2000s honestly didn't deserve to survive, the way they buried their heads in the sand and ignored the problems that caused Voldemort in the first place.

The morning after they arrived, he went to Little Hangleton and retrieved the ring, breaking the curses on it and removing the Resurrection Stone before casting the detection spell that Hermione had created during the hunt.  The spell told him that Tom had only created four of his Horcruxes so far, the Locket and Nagini were still untainted.   He was pleased that it meant Regulus didn't have to die in a futile attempt at atonement, he stabbed the ring with a goblin dagger treated with Basilisk venom that he had brought with him, destroying the Horcrux.

In addition to destroying the Horcruxes, he had been quietly arranging fatal accidents for several people.  Nothing overly suspicious, or anything that would cause the Aurors to notice him, but the tragic potions accident at Malfoy Manor that killed Lucius and Abraxas ensured that Cissy would never have to suffer through her marriage to Lucius and give birth to the ferret.  He had visited Cissy at her home after the war, and she was dying from the years of curses that Lucius had used on her, and she begged him to save her younger self.   

He had agreed to what he could to save her, and then she had shocked the hell out of him.  She gestured for him to come closer, and she whispered in his ear, that if he stroked her gently behind her ears, or nibbled lightly on her earlobes, her knickers would get soaked, and she'd happily do whatever he wanted, even play with another woman.  Harry had seen plenty of pictures of Narcissa when she was younger, and he nearly tore a hole in his trousers he got so hard!   After that, he swore that Lucius would die before laying a hand on her.

She died the next day, and he was one of the only people at the funeral.  Of course, with Lucius kissed and Draco in Azkaban, he hadn't been expecting a huge crowd.   But he had made it a point to end the Malfoy line as soon as he could after arriving last year, hoping that she could rest easily.  After the men were killed, he had made his way into the secret room and retrieved the diary, destroying it immediately.

Killing Lucius also had an unexpected benefit, Severus Snape was never taken to be introduced to Tom, so he never became a Death Eater, saving him from dying 20 years early.   Harry had checked up on the man discretely and found him working happily at the Apothecary in Diagon Alley.  Word was he was saving his money to pay for training toward his Mastery in Potions.   Harry was considering offering to assist him, the man had been a bastard as a teacher, but he was a genius with a cauldron.

It was unfortunate that Dragon Pox wiped out the entire Lestrange Family, including Bellatrix, but things happen, and once she was confirmed dead, a quiet word in the ear of Skull-splitter, the Black Family Account Manager about the forbidden item in the vault had seen him given access to the vault to stab it with the dagger.  The Goblins recognized him as Lord Potter and Lord Black, even though the current holders of the titles were still alive, they didn't care about minor issues like that.  

It helped that he had emptied the Potter, Black, and Peverell vaults before he and Winky came back. Gringotts was willing to be very accommodating to anyone bringing that much gold into their hands.  They had been the ones to arrange his new identity and ensured the records were entered into the Muggle world as well as the Ministry.    

Having Winky with him made a lot of what he had to do easier since nobody paid attention to house-elves anyway, he had her drop a letter on Barty Crouch's desk at the DMLE, listing all the known Death Eaters he was aware of, including the fact that Barty Jr was being actively recruited if not yet a member.  The description of the Dark Mark, and what was required to get it would also help get rid of some of the worst of the worst.

Things had started to go very badly for the Death Eaters after that, with Barty purging the DMLE of the Death Eaters and supporters, and even managing to get people like Mulciber and Carrow arrested and off the Wizengamot.   With the loss of the Lestrange and Malfoy money, they were being reduced to robbery to get enough gold to keep going, and that cost him even more followers.

He felt guilty about it, but he got a great deal of pleasure out of delivering the evidence that Dolores Umbridge had murdered her muggle mother and squib brother, after torturing them with the Unforgivable.    He had been in the gallery of the Wizengamot when she received the Dementors Kiss, and went out and celebrated that night.  The next morning, after saying his goodbye to the woman, he went to Little Hangleton and retrieved the ring, breaking the curses on it and removing the Resurrection Stone before destroying the Horcrux.

The hardest Horcrux to reach was actually the one that he knew the exact location of.  Rowena's Diadem, it took until earlier this Summer to find a time when Dumbledore would be out of the castle, so he could sneak in and get up to the Seventh Floor.   Fortunately, he still had the Invisibility Cloak and remembered to silence himself, so he avoided the Prefect Patrols.  Once he had the Horcrux, he destroyed it before leaving the Room of Requirement and made a detour to remove the curse on the DADA position that was tied to the Award for Special Services that was still in the Trophy Room.

It was almost pure luck that he found Tom when he did, he had left his flat, heading to the Diagon Alley Post Office to send his application for the DADA post to Hogwarts, and when he came out, Voldemort had just appeared in the middle of the Alley with a handful of his followers and started firing curses.

With the Elder Wand in his hand, it was easy for Harry to put the idiots out of the fight before they even knew they were under attack.  He mostly used bone breakers and cutting curses, nothing dark or immediately fatal, but enough that he didn't have to worry about them.  

Voldemort was shocked when he realized that he was alone, and then Harry stepped into view, casting a flame whip that took Tom's arm before he realized what was happening.  It was interesting seeing the expression of fright on the man's face when the next curse shattered his shields and crushed his chest.  Tom realized he was dying, but when he reached out to his anchors and found them destroyed, his eyes filled with terror.  But he didn't have long to feel anything, because Harry's cutting curse removed his head an instant later.

After burning the body to ashes, he apparated away, watching the chaos from the roof of his building.

"Well, that's enough wool-gathering, I've got an appointment." Getting up from his chair, he called for Winky to bring him the silk-lined case containing all of Tom's trinkets, and the memory of the cup's destruction.  Picking up the case, he flooed to The Three Broomsticks and made his way up to the castle.

BTTL & BTTL & BTTL

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster's Office

Monday, July 31st, 1978

An Hour Later

Albus too many names Dumbledore stared at the man in front of him in shock.  He didn't know whether to congratulate the man or berate him for daring to travel in time.  A moment's reflection gave him the answer, and he smiled.  “Thank you. You've saved so many lives and removed the darkness that was taking over more and more of our world all the time.  I'm going to hazard a guess that you want your origins kept secret?”

The young man grinned, and it was easy to see the resemblance to James Potter, and he said, “The goblins are aware of my origins, and they've made sure that my records will hold up to any examination, so it's best that I remain Harry Evans, a wizard born in England but grew up in New Zealand.   If I could, I would have kept myself anonymous, but that wasn't really an option since I intend to use my fame to make changes, to prevent another Tom Riddle from going down the path he traveled.”

Albus raised an eyebrow, curious what the young man had in mind.  He wasn't worried that the man would go dark, not when Fawkes had greeted him like an old friend when he walked into the office, but he would certainly upset people, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.  “What sort of changes, dare I ask?”

“Let me answer that question with a question.  What is the biggest complaint that the traditionalist bloc has about the muggle born and muggle raised?”

“The lack of respect for our traditions, and your next question is going to be, why not teach them the traditions? Am I correct?” He didn't wait for the young man to respond, “The answer is ugly, but understandable, money to fund a new class, pay for a professor, and so on, and so on.  It's also part of the reason, besides just pure bigotry, that I haven't been able to update the Muggle Studies course and hire a living professor for History of Magic.  May I ask what you find amusing about the situation Mister Evans?” He let a bit of asperity into his voice, he didn't find anything at all funny about the problem.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh, but there is actually a source of a great deal of galleons easily obtainable right here in the school.   Have you ever heard the elves mention the 'Come and Go Room'?   It's a hidden room on the Seventh Floor that holds unclaimed items going back to the Founders.  I suspect that it was Rowena's hideaway, the way the Chamber of Secrets was Salazar's.   That reminds me, once the word gets out about Voldemort's true name, you should try and get Hagrid his wand rights back and let him finish his education.  Granted, he could probably achieve a Master in Care of Magical Creatures by now, but he would get a lot more respect if he had the official recognition of his knowledge.”

Albus had to admit, he wouldn't have thought about releasing Tom's identity, but to help Hagrid, and maybe he could use Tom's story to do something about those abominable love potions as well...  Yes, that's something he could do.   Making a note on the parchment in front of him, he turned back to young Mister Evans.  

“Tell me about this hidden room, I don't recall hearing the elves mentioning it.  And how would it solve our budget issues?”

Harry stood up, “I'll let you see for yourself, you won't believe me otherwise.  Hey Fawkes, care to give two lazy wizards a ride up to the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy?”

The phoenix trilled happily and flew over, landing on the man's shoulder.  Standing, Albus walked over and touched his friend's tail feathers and the three of them were engulfed in flame.  

An hour later, he was still exploring, almost like a child in Honeydukes, but there were so many lost treasures, and even after returning things that could be identified, there were trunks full of galleons and jewelry, enough to solve the school budget problems for years.  Unfortunately, the Board would no doubt find other uses for the funds, and the school wouldn't see a knut of it.   He said as much to Mister Evans, who stared at him for a long moment, before saying,

“Then lie to them.  For a percentage, the Goblins will create documents showing that the funds are from a bequest, and required to be used to fund the Magical Traditions course, and upgrade the Muggle Studies course, to encourage greater understanding or something.   Trust me, they can tie the funds up so tight the Governors won't be able to touch it.”

Albus considered the idea, and chuckled, “Do you mind telling me what house you were sorted into, because that sort of reasoning would have had Salazar laughing with delight.”

“The hat said I could have been in any houses and wanted to sort me into Slytherin, but I'd already met one member of the house and he reminded me of my bullying cousin, so I fought to be in any other house.  I was actually sorted into Gryffindor.”

“I'm sure Minerva loved having you as one of her lions, considering how much she adored your mother and father.”  He paused, the smile dropping off his face, “Why do I not like that expression, Mister Evans?”

Twenty minutes later, Albus was very sorry he asked, as the young man described his childhood and Hogwarts years in great detail, and the magnitude of the mistakes that he and his staff made shook him to the core.

When Harry finally finished, he forced a smile, “That was one of the driving reasons I came back, to prevent my younger self from having to go through life like that.   Killing Voldemort and preventing his return was just the easiest way to make that happen.   I spent several years after the war in therapy for how I grew up, and I'm a lot better than I was before, which is why I was able to forgive you enough to tell you the truth.   There were times immediately after the war that I had to stop myself from drinking a gallon of goblin ale and pissing on your grave.”

Albus nearly choked on his lemon drop, but he managed to cover it with a cough.  It was a tribute to the young man that he was able to forgive his mistakes, and swore to himself that he wouldn't make Mister Evans regret it.

“Well, I'm very glad that I won't be on the receiving end of your unhappiness.  But, I believe we have accomplished enough for the evening, I will need to contact Gringotts about your suggestion. And then begin planning the new course.”

Harry said, “Actually, if you are open to suggestions, I would get in touch with the Greengrass family, they are strict traditionalists, but also neutral so the students will get a fairly unbiased explanation of the reason for the traditions and the holiday rituals.   But on another subject, did I pass the interview?”

Albus laughed, "Oh, with flying colors.  I'll alert the rest of the staff, and make sure you send Minerva your book selection within the next week so it can be added to the student letters."

It was with a much lighter heart that Albus escorted the young man to the front doors of the castle, and returned to his office to get started on his tasks.

BTTL & BTTL & BTTL

Time Passes

August 1st, 1998 – August 31st, 1998

Harry was glad that he had already chosen the texts for the seven years of classes and mailed the list to Professor McGonagall the next morning, because the next several days were insane, even by his previous standards, but he wasn't complaining about most of it.

After sending off the letter, he had flooed to the Ministry and asked to speak to Barty Crouch.  A couple of the Aurors recognized him from memories of the fight, and the whispers started.  Crouch, to no-one's surprise, was extremely eager to meet with him and find out how he had killed Voldemort.

Unfortunately, Minister Bagnold forced her way into the situation, and Harry was honestly shocked.  The woman made Cornelius Fudge look like the model of a dedicated, honest public servant compared to her.    He managed to make it through the dog and pony show that Bagnold insisted on putting on, and got out of there without offending anyone that he didn't want to offend.   

He also mentioned that he had been hired as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor and Crouch was extremely enthusiastic about the idea, commenting that it would be good to have the students taught by someone who knew what they were doing.

When he left the Ministry, he had the voucher for the 500,000 Galleon reward for killing Voldemort, which would be useful when he decided to buy a house of his own.   Stopping at Gringotts, he was directed to the Account Manager who handled the Hogwarts accounts and thanked for the opportunity for profit that Dumbledore had brought them.  

He was a bit confused, but then he remembered mentioning that the goblins would accept a percentage of the gold and jewels to set things up.   He just nodded and accepted the thanks, before depositing the reward into his vault.   He also arranged for the goblin assigned as his account manager to invest in several newer companies that had become very profitable over the next several years.  The goblin looked very interested, and he wouldn't be surprised to find out that the goblin became extremely wealthy from investing their own funds.

Heading back to his flat, he increased the wards, knowing that he was going to be receiving a lot more attention between now and the beginning of September, and after eating he fell asleep.

Naturally, he was woken the next morning by a multitude of owls trying to get through his wards, but other than a few people he wanted to hear from, the letters were all diverted to Gringotts to be sorted by the goblins.  After the majority of the owls left to go back to the sender, there were only two sitting on his windowsill.  He recognized one of the owls as belonging to Hogwarts, so he took the letter and waved the bird to the water and kibble before turning to the second letter.  

The owl had the crest of the Noble and Ancient House of Black, so he took the letter and the owl was soon drinking its fill before departing.  There were only a couple of members of the Black family that he would be interested in hearing from, and only one of them would have a reason to write him this morning.   

Opening the letter with confidence, the wards would keep out anything harmful, he saw that it was, in fact, from Narcissa Black, requesting a private meeting.   Harry had a very good idea, based on the older Narcissa Malfoy, just what the woman wanted to discuss, and he sent back a reply suggesting a meeting at Gringotts.  He would arrange a private conference room, and, if things went the way he was expecting, there were plenty of five-star hotels not far from Diagon Alley.

The Hogwarts letter was just welcoming him to the faculty and acknowledging the books he had chosen.  There was a bit of helpful information included, and he set that aside to read later, he had things to do today.

Applying a glamour to keep from being mobbed, he stepped out of the building and made his way to the Leaky Cauldron for breakfast.  He could have had Winky make him something, but he was mostly interested in what the gossip about him was.

He had just sat down and given the waitress his order when a copy of the day's Ministry Mouthpiece (also known as the Daily Prophet) was placed on the table and he casually scanned the front page.  Naturally, he was the subject and he was relatively surprised to see the article was almost entirely factual.   It was a far cry from the days when Rita Skeeter was running rampant and her poison quill attacking anybody she took an interest in.

Setting the paper aside as his full English was delivered, he started eating.  Listening to the hum of conversation, he picked out his name being mentioned quite a few times, but so far, everything he heard was positive, gratitude for killing Voldemort and for some, who had Hogwarts age children, curiosity about how he would perform as a teacher.   Granted, he was a little concerned about that, teaching in a classroom situation was very different from running the DA after all.

Harry had just finished his breakfast and was about to get up from the table when the front door opened and James Potter walked in, deep in conversation with Lily Evans.   This was the first time he'd seen his parents in the flesh, and he was frozen in surprise for a moment.  By the time he had recovered, the two of them were at the booth next to him, talking quietly but seriously, and whatever it was they were discussing, James didn't look happy.  But if he were honest with himself, Harry barely paid attention to James, it was Lily that had his attention.

He had always heard that Lily was a very pretty girl, and she was, but what he wasn't told, and pictures couldn't show, was that she practically oozed sexual desire!  Harry honestly didn't care at that moment that Lily was the mother of a future version of him, he wanted nothing more than to have her naked and bent over the table as he plunged into her.

Closing his eyes, he drew on his Occlumency shields to keep the desire from overwhelming him, and when he could think clearly again, he started picking up their conversation.

“So you start tonight, then?” James asked, and if Harry didn't know better, it sounded almost like a whine.  He wondered what could have his father acting like Draco Malfoy when he was thwarted?

Lily sighed, “Yes James, I have to be there at five o'clock tonight to get set up, and then I start at seven.  You know that, you've known about it for almost six months now, when the first signs of my next maturity started appearing.  You know I love you dearly, and I know you would do your best, but as strong as my magic is, you wouldn't be enough to keep me balanced for the next month.”  Harry heard a bit of humor in her voice as she added,

“Besides, I know you won't be neglected, Charity and Marlene and a few others have already asked my permission to keep you busy while I'm at Eloise's, and of course Lin will be there as often as she can be.”

Harry's eyebrows nearly hit his hairline in shock, but since his back was to the two of them they didn't notice.  He couldn't believe what he was hearing, that Lily would be working at the brothel for the next month?  

He had been well aware of the need for sexual release to balance the magic during the last two maturities, he'd enjoyed helping quite a few witches through their times his last few years at Hogwarts, but he'd never really considered that Lily would be doing the same thing.   He'd just had a blind spot about it, but now that he was aware, he knew what he would be doing that night.  So what if in another world she had been his mother? He had almost no memories of her, and he knew the contraceptive charms, so that wouldn't be an issue.

The rest of the day was a blur, he did remember to arrange the conference room at Gringotts, and went to Madame Malkin's to be fitted for his teacher's robes, but the whole time he was picturing Lily naked and on her knees, or her belly on the bed.

He spent the rest of the day going over his Gringotts statements, checking on his investments.  They were all doing quite nicely, and his purchases of Daily Prophet shares still hadn't captured much attention, but it would soon enough, through various proxies that the goblins had arranged, he owned nearly as much of the paper as the Ministry did, and then things were going to get interesting.

When it was nearly time to leave, he took a long shower and used some of his grandfather's potion to tame the Potter hair, he didn't want Lily to make any sort of connection between him and James, not that it was likely, but why take chances?

Dressing in upscale muggle clothing, he reapplied the glamour and left the flat, walking out into Muggle London and hailing a ride.    The driver looked amused when he gave the man the address in Belgravia, apparently he was aware of the location, and twenty minutes later he was pulling up in front of the Manor House.   

He paused briefly to admire the specific privacy charms and wards to keep anybody from paying close attention to what was going on at the house, especially blue-noses who would complain to the bobbies.  Prostitution may have been completely legal and accepted in the Wizarding World, but it was definitely frowned on in the non-magical world, so it was best they didn't notice.

Checking the time, it was nearly seven o'clock, and he wanted to make sure he was there right when Lily started, so he started walking a bit faster up the curved drive. Dropping his glamour as he walked, he climbed the steps to the front door and let his wand fall into his hand.   He had been here many times both before coming back and after returning, so he was very familiar with what to do.  Tapping his wand on the door, he let out a bit of magic to let the wards know it was a wizard seeking entry.  The door opened a moment later, and Harry smiled at the woman who opened it, she wasn't anyone that he had known in the future, but he had paid for her a few months back.   

It had been a surprise when he encountered a much younger Sibyll Trelawney not long after he had arrived, and when she wasn't wearing the ridiculous glasses and dresses, she was actually fairly attractive.  He had gone with her on a whim, and discovered that not only did she have a smashing body, but she was also freaky as hell!  It had been a delight to bend her over the desk and use a paddle on her arse before buggering her, and the woman had been a squirter, so he knew that she enjoyed herself as much as he did.

Following the girl down the hallway to the lounge, he grinned, because he saw Lily walking into the room with an older woman right in front of him.    Lily was still looking around curiously when he walked up to her.   She gave him a slightly nervous smile, but then he saw the recognition in her eyes.  “Merlin!” she breathed, “You're, you're him! The one who...”

He cut her off, “Yes I am, but we're not here to discuss current events, are we?”   He let a bit of his magic reach out and he saw her reacting, her nipples tightened under the thin robe she was wearing and a noticeable flush moved from her cleavage up her throat.

She shook her head, “No Sir, we aren't, my apologies.”

Harry smiled gently at her, but inside he was chortling happily.  “Show me your room, I will tell you what I wish from you when we get there.”  His voice was calm and friendly, but she responded to his order immediately, letting him take her hand as they left the room.  

He walked next to her as they went up the stairs, his hand resting comfortably on her arse, fondling her through the robes.   He almost expected Lily to object since he hadn't paid her yet, but she was already getting aroused and didn't show any signs that she objected to his touch.   Harry wondered if James was aware of this side of his girlfriend?

When they got to the door, Lily fumbled with the key, until he reached out and took it from her hand.  Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and, with his hand still on her arse, guided her inside.   Closing the door behind them he said, “I've been here before, and the house charges 80 galleons to spend the night, with oral, straight and anal, is that what you were told?”

She nodded, “Yes Sir, but we are told to ask for 100 galleons, for our profit.”  Lily looked a bit surprised that she had given out that information, but he just smirked.

“Then I will pay you 120 galleons right now, and a tip of fifty galleons.  If you are as obedient as I expect, I will add an extra 50 galleons to the tip.  Are you willing to show me just what a good, obedient girl you can be?”

He didn't even need to use his passive Legilimency to know that Lily was far more interested in being a good girl for him than the extra gold.   But that was fine, he didn't need the money, and she was going to enjoy herself more than she ever had with James or any other lovers she might have been with.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pouch and carefully counted out 17 stacks of 10 galleon coins, setting them on the desk next to the lock-box.   Lily's eyes widened at the amount of gold, but she was still more excited about the way he was promising to dominate her.  He was starting to wonder if his parent's marriage was as happy as he was told if Lily wasn't getting her needs met?  

Putting that thought aside, he waited for her to deposit the gold and then said, “Am I the first man to pick up on your needs, Lily?”

She gave a start when he used her name, but then he heard her rationalize it because he's now a Hogwarts Professor and would know who the Head Students for the last year were.  She licked her lips and said, “Yes Sir, my boyfriend is a good man, and he loves me, but he doesn't understand when I try to explain what I need, and it's so frustrating!  I hate that I'm lying to him, but I told him I needed to spend time here to balance my magic during my latest maturity.   I don't, if he could satisfy me, I could get all the sex I need being with him.  I just wanted to find somebody who could give me what I need, at least once, so I could know what it was like!  I've fingered myself raw fantasizing about a man who would totally dominate me, just to be able to sleep!”

'Well, that answers the main question, but what do I do about it?' Harry thought, keeping his gaze sympathetic.

“I don't have an answer for your problem with your boyfriend, but I can help you with the rest of your worries.  To start with, I want you to take two steps forward, remove the robe and stand up straight with your arms behind your back, your tits out and your legs spread.  I want to see what you are giving me.”

She was already pulling off the robe as she stepped forward, letting it slide off her shoulders and pooling on the floor.   He took in her nude body in a glance, her firm breasts, not overly large, but perfect for her frame, her nipples capping areolas that were so dark they were almost black against her pale skin, the nipples were tight with arousal, and he wondered how she would react to having them pierced?

Looking lower, he frowned at the sight of the forest of curls covering her, and without a pause, his wand was in his hand and the shaving spell had her skin completely bare.  “One of the first things you learn when you serve, Lily, is that when your Sir, or your Master wishes to display you, there is to be nothing obscuring the view.   You are to use the shaving spell to keep yourself hairless from the neck down.  Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir, I understand and will obey your orders.”

“Very good, now, you mentioned fantasizing about a man taking control of you, sit back in the chair and put your legs over the arms of the chair.  You can use your wand to pleasure yourself as you describe your favorite fantasy, and if you cum while describing it, I will not be unhappy.”

Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir!" Lily was practically yelling as she moved to the chair and sat down, putting her legs over the arms of the chair and exposing her soaking pussy and arse to him.    He watched as she started her wand vibrating and ran the tip over her nipples, her eyes clouded with lust.   

“It starts at the beginning of the year, with a letter sitting on my pillow in the Head Girl's Room, I don't recognize the handwriting, but it says 'I know what you need' nothing else.   I'm curious about who could have written the letter, and what they think they know, because I've hidden that side of myself very well, or so I thought. I didn't even think to tell James, I don't know why.

“The next night there is another letter, but this one is different, it says 'You need a Master to claim you, to show you the joy of servitude, and I will give you what you need.'   The letter disappears right after I finish reading it, but it got me so excited that I stripped out of my nightgown and fingered myself until I had to bite a pillow to keep from screaming.”

“This went on for several days.  Every night I found a letter, and they are getting more and more explicit about what he would have me doing, and I started looking forward to receiving the letter.  I started stripping naked as soon as I closed the door behind me and used my wand to get myself off as I read the letters.   

“Finally, after about two weeks, I get another letter, this one says 'If you are ready to learn what you are, and reach for what you desire, be at the Shrieking Shack tomorrow immediately after dinner.  Leave your bra and knickers behind, and make sure you are properly groomed.”

“I had a hard time sleeping that night, I ended up having to masturbate several times and finally fell asleep a few hours before dawn.”

Harry listened intently as he watched Lily rub the wand between her wet and swollen lips.  He was surprised that she was speaking so calmly when it was clear from her breathing and the flushed skin that the story was getting to her.

"Fortunately, James and the others have detention with Professor McGonagall, and won't be back until very late, so they don't notice me leaving right after dinner.   I had already stripped out of my underwear and shaved myself that afternoon, so I made my way to the Whomping Willow.  They had told me the secret years ago, when I figured out why they used it, so I levitated a stick to press the knothole and still the branches.

“I'm practically panting I'm so excited as I make my way down the tunnel to the shack.  There is a light coming from under the door, and I turn the handle, holding my breath, I'm finally going to find out who knows me so well.”

Lily closed her eyes and moaned softly, one hand tugging her nipples as she rubs her pussy with the vibrating wand.   Harry finds himself leaning forward intently, curious as to who her mystery lover is.

“I'm in the shack, and I hear the door close behind me, but I don't see anyone.  Then there is a man's voice behind me and I turn around, gasping in shock when I recognize him.  I thought it was a student, but it's not, it's Master Auror Savage who was in charge of security at the school for the last two years.”

Harry blinked, he'd heard of the Auror, but never met him, he was killed by Voldemort sometime before that Halloween.   He was supposed to be a legend, up there with Moody, but with fewer injuries.

“He walked toward me, and I froze, my pussy getting even wetter as I feel his power rushing toward me.  'Right on time,' he says, smiling at me, but I shiver, it's a predator's smile and I'm helpless to do anything but stand there.   His eyes devour me, and he softly says 'You are wearing too much clothing, take everything off.'

“My hands were moving before I even registered what he said, stripping out of my clothing and leaving it in a pile on the floor.  When I'm naked before him, he moves closer, pressing himself against my back and letting me feel his cock rubbing against my arse.  His hands come around and fondle my tits, giving my nipples a sharp pinch that sends jolts of pleasure right to my pussy.   He then moves one of hands between my legs and shoves his fingers inside me, pumping me once, twice, three times, until I collapse against him, the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced crashing over me.”

Lily was panting as she spoke, her hand fucking her with the vibrating wand, the other hand pinching and twisting the nipples.  She was getting very close to the edge, and he wondered if she'd make it through the story before cumming?

“When I was aware again, his fingers were at my mouth, and I started sucking them clean, tasting myself for the first time.  I was surprised how much I liked the taste, and he chuckled, 'Don't worry, girl, you'll get to taste other girls soon enough.  My other pets knew I was going to claim you, and are looking forward to tasting you.'

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and started walking away, toward the back of the shack, and I follow him.  Going through another door, I'm in a bedroom, but instead of the damaged furniture I had heard about, everything has been repaired, and there is a cushion on the floor at the side of the bed.  He sits on the bed, his legs spread, and then looks at me.  I know what I'm to do, and I hurry forward and kneel down on the cushion, my hands reaching for his belt to free his cock from his trousers.

“He doesn't say anything as I work, just lifting his hips off the bed so I can pull his trousers and pants down, letting his cock stand tall and firm.   I look up at him and say, 'May I serve you, Sir?'  and he nods.   I wrap my hands around his shaft and start stroking him, enjoying the warm steel in my grip, and then I move closer, my tongue licking his shaft and bulb before I take him in my mouth.”

Harry had opened his trousers and was stroking himself slowly, engrossed in Lily's fantasy, while he enjoyed watching the girl masturbating, and knowing that he would soon be the one driving her to the peaks of ecstasy.

“I look up at him, his cock in my mouth, letting him see my devotion as I suck him, and I can feel his pleasure at the way I serve him.  I continue worshiping him with my mouth, moving between sucking him and letting him free so I can lick his shaft and suck on his balls, until he puts his hands on my head and starts pumping his cock into my mouth.  He's controlling everything, he's hitting the back of my throat and pulling back, he's holding me still so he can fuck my mouth, and it's so overpowering, it's filling me with his strength, and I can't breathe, my cunt is flowing as he owns my body, it belongs to him and then he's swelling, he's getting bigger in my mouth, and, oh god! Oh Merlin! He's cumming, his cum is flooding my mouth, and I'm trying to swallow, but it's too much, it's too much and he pulls back, his cum is covering my face, and it feels so good, I'm his slut, and I love it!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”

She screamed as her climax hit her, and she fell back in the chair, her head thrashing from side to side as her hands pounded on her legs.  The wand was still vibrating in her pussy but she didn't notice, Harry could tell that the girl had left her body far behind.  Releasing his cock, he sat back and let her enjoy the climax.

When she eventually came back to herself, he smiled at her, “You have an impressive imagination, Lily, now, let's turn some of your fantasies into reality.  It's time for you to start serving me.”

End Chapter One

I don't know where this came from.  It started falling out of my fingers around noon, and here it is, 8 hours later.  Hope you enjoy it!