The Power He Knows Not Chapter 29

Content Warnings: DP, Threesome, Anal, Teasing, Toys, Blindfolds.

Narcissa slipped into the dimly lit room, deciding to quickly check in on Harry and slip away unnoticed. It had been three days since the attack. She remembered walking behind him as he was first carried to the Hospital Wing and then shifted to St. Mungo’s. She had been noticed, both in Hogwarts and Mungo’s but she did not care anymore.

Once it was clear that there was no immediate threat to Harry’s life, she went back to Malfoy Manor one last time, grabbed her family jewels, raided her husband’s safe, and left, never to return.

“Hey.” A soft, tired voice broke her free from her reverie.

“Hello,” Narcissa cleared her throat awkwardly. She hadn’t expected him to be awake. She made sure to always visit well after midnight or before dawn, at times she was certain he wouldn’t be awake. She had no idea how to face the child she had let down so badly, so she never tried.

“Thank you for the flowers.” Harry pointed to the yellow vase that contained a bunch of white lilies.

“They were your father’s favorite,” Narcissa replied, taking the empty chair next to his bed. “He said they represented the perfect fusion of his two loves.”

Harry shot her a small smile.

“You don’t seem surprised.” Or angry.

Harry gently shifted the asleep girl cuddling into his side so he could turn to look at Narcissa. Padma whimpered and tightened her hold on his shoulders. “Sirius told me dad had a thing for sassy blondes a few months ago. I knew he liked someone, I just didn’t know it was you,” Harry explained softly. “How is he?”

“Worried sick and mad as hell that he can’t be here. I’m sure he’s burning a hole in the floor of my room in the Leaky Cauldron waiting for me to return with news,” Narcissa replied. “I tried to find you. After… everything,” she said, desperately needing him to understand that she hadn’t abandoned him. “I tracked down Lupin, he had no idea where you were. Sirius was in Azkaban and I didn’t know he was innocent until he escaped and my husband made an off-hand comment. I dug up information about your living relatives, even paid someone to approach your muggle aunt to see if she had any information about you but no one I sent seemed to be able to get past the wards placed around that house.”

“Yeah, something about my mother’s sacrifice giving that house some sort of protection. I don’t really understand it but apparently, I have to go back every summer.”

Narcissa frowned. The wards seemed designed to isolate as much as protect and he didn’t sound too happy about the prospect of seeing his only living blood relative once a year, but she brushed away her suspicions for the time being. They had more important matters to discuss. “How are you feeling?”

“I-” Harry grunted as Padma’s cheek brushed against his bandages.

“That can’t be comfortable.”

“It’s fine,” Harry said, caressing Padma’s cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m not about to kick her out of my bed when it’s the only thing helping her sleep.”

“You really are your father’s son,” Narcissa said softly, forcing herself to keep her emotions in check.

“Did you love him?”

“Very much so,” Narcissa said softly. “Unlike Miss Greengrass, however, I wasn’t brave or strong enough to follow my heart. I failed you-”

“No, you didn’t. You saved my life. Daphne told me what happened,” Harry said, cutting her off. “I’ve seen the way Daphne and Tracey are treated by other Slytherins because of their association with me. You were in school at the height of Voldemort’s power and from what I hear, your parents weren’t exactly nice. I don’t blame you and I’m sure my parents didn’t either.”

Narcissa shuddered at the name. The Dark Mark was getting darker… did he know that his nemesis had returned?

She decided not to burden him with the news until he was healed.

The door burst open and Daphne strode into the hospital room with a tray containing vials of potions.

“Miss Black.” Daphne nodded to Narcissa, using the last name the lady had told her she now preferred.

“Having fun playing nurse?” Narcissa asked with a quiet chuckle, watching Daphne glare at Harry until he relented and reluctantly extricated himself from Padma’s embrace.

“She’s gone mad with power,” Harry teased, grunting softly as he propped himself up against the mountain of pillows Daphne quickly arranged for him.

“You’re the one who taught me how effective the threat of a spanking is, daddy,” Daphne teased, gently kissing him. She gently poked Padma as she pulled up. “Up you get, princess. Apolline told me your mother will be here any second and I doubt you want her to walk in on her half-naked daughter cuddling a man.”

Padma groaned and stayed in bed until her half-asleep brain registered Daphne’s words. She jumped out of bed and ran over to the futon where she had discarded her blouse, quickly pulling it over her head. “Uhm..” she murmured, blushing heavily as she turned to face Harry, Daphne, and Narcissa, all of whom were looking at her with amused expressions. “I’ll be outside…” she mumbled, beating a hasty retreat out of the room.

“How’s Susan?” Harry asked, pinching his nose as Daphne made him swallow a pungent, neon-green potion.

“She finally agreed to take a nap after I promised her I’d make sure you took all your medicines on time. So, drink up.” She uncorked another vial and made him swallow its contents. “Gabrielle is helping her father dig through international law to see if there’s something we can use to beat Karkaroff’s diplomatic immunity and Katie is back in Hogwarts, keeping an eye on the slimy bastard.”

“How’s Hermione taking it?” Harry asked softly. He had barely been conscious the few times Hermione had come to visit him.

“Her close friends tried to murder her soulmate under the influence of the Imperius. She’s taking it about as well as can be expected. They’re reviving Krum and Katarina today so she’s gone to check on them.”

“Thanks,” Harry whispered, tilting his head up to accept another kiss.

“Don’t thank me. Just get better. I’m not the type of girl who enjoys playing nurse for her dumbass boyfriend Potter,” Daphne pretended to grumble. It didn’t work. The attack had revealed the surprisingly maternal side of the sarcastic, frigid Slytherin.

Harry simply chuckled and turned on his side towards Narcissa to let Daphne work on changing the bandage covering his wound. “Thank you.”

Narcissa cocked an eyebrow. “For?” she asked softly.

“Fi told me you left Malfoy and are living in the Leaky Cauldron. It mustn’t be easy, leaving everything you know behind.” He hissed quietly as Daphne smeared the healing salve on his chest before pressing a new, clean bandage on his wound. The charmed pad automatically sealed against his skin, protecting his injury from infection and contaminants.

“Sometimes you have to make hard decisions in life, Harry. This wasn’t one of those. I always fantasized I’d walk out with Draco the day I found you and raise you both as brothers. I know it is too late for that, but I’m hoping this makes Draco see the error of his ways before it's too late.”

“Fat chance,” Daphne mumbled under her breath.

“A mother can hope,” Narcissa replied with a sad smile and a shrug. She gracefully got to her feet, walked over to Harry, and gently grasped his hand, squeezing it. “I’m going to fight for you as Lily would have. I failed one son, I won’t fail another.”

Harry blushed. “Thank you.”

“Daphne, can I have a minute of your time, please?”

Daphne nodded. She and the older woman had formed a strange kinship since the attack, bonding over their shared trauma. Narcissa had started looking out for her in small ways and had been her rock while she was busy taking care of Harry, Susan, and Padma. She washed her hands in the sink and glanced over at Harry to make sure he was comfortable before walking out of the room and into the adjoining waiting room of the suite.

“So you’re the girl who has been defiling my daughter.”

Daphne stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of the voice. She turned from Narcissa to look at the tall, statuesque brown-skinned woman who stood by the entrance of the suite hugging Padma. They bore a striking resemblance to each other and Daphne knew she was about to be grilled by Aditi Patil.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Is this how Harry feels when he’s meeting our parents? What the fuck do I say?

“Uhm… I… yes…” Daphne started, her cheeks warm. For the first time in her life, the normally unflappable Ice Queen was flustered. “I mean, no! I’m not defiling your daughter. I wouldn’t dream of treating her with anything but respect!” Daphne desperately lied her ass off. “I am dating her. Well, we’re all sort of dating each other… I promise I am…” She desperately glanced at Narcissa, silently begging her to intervene.

Narcissa chuckled and squeezed Daphne’s shoulder. “Relax, honey. Look at Lady Delacour.”

Daphne turned to Apolline Delacour. The gorgeous Veela was hunched over in her chair, desperately trying to hold in laughter. “I’m sorry,” she wheezed, tears streaming down her face. “Gabrielle told me what you did during her last date with Harry and I wanted to help her get a tiny bit of revenge. I roped Aditi into my scheme.”

“I figured we could all use some laughter after the events of the past few days,” Aditi added with a quiet chuckle.

“So… you’re not mad?” Daphne squeaked, unable to eradicate the blush from her cheeks.

“No. I’ve never seen my daughter as happy as she is with you and Harry,” Aditi murmured. Padma squeaked and buried her face in her mother’s shoulder.

“Right,” Daphne croaked.

The atmosphere suddenly grew somber as the stern Madame Bones walked into the room, smiling at Aditi and Apolline before giving Narcissa a curt nod. There was no love lost between the two women, and while it was unfair to prescribe blame for what Malfoy did in Wizengamot to Narcissa, it had always been difficult to separate the two. Still, united by a common cause, they had decided to set aside their past differences and work together to ensure Harry’s safety.

“So Aditi, did you bring everything we’ll need?” Apolline asked after a few minutes, desperate to end the awkward silence.

“I did. Do you have the blood? I just took Padma’s.”

“I have Gabrielle’s,” Apolline replied.

“Harry, Hermione, Katie, and Mine,” Daphne said, fishing out the vials from her pocket.

“Here’s Susan’s,” Amelia added, passing a vial to Aditi.

“Right. I’ve cleared a space.” Apolline pointed to the circular area in the middle of the room. “Madame Bones, you might want to make yourself scarce.”

“Why?” Amelia quirked an eyebrow. She glanced at Narcissa, and the question was clear. Why was she being asked to leave when Narcissa could stay?

“Because what we’re about to do is highly illegal. We presumed as Head of the DMLE you’d want to have some plausible deniability if things go wrong. Plus, Apolline and I have diplomatic immunity, you do not.”

“What about-”

“I was a Black by birth and a Malfoy by marriage. I do illegal things as often as I breathe,” Narcissa pointed out.

“How is this illegal? Why is it illegal? I thought you were just going to confirm Harry and the girls are soulmates.”

Aditi shrugged. “That’s all we plan to do. But your Supreme Mugwump passed a law that banned the study and practice of soul magic in all of Britain. If you want to know why this is illegal you’ll have to ask him. His law led to the destruction of years of valuable research and irreplaceable books. Some of my colleagues quite literally had their life’s work go up in flames.”

Amelia frowned.

“You should go meet Cyrus,” Narcissa suggested, pulling out a large folder from her magically enlarged purse and handing it to Daphne. “Daphne, take Madame Bones to see your father and hand him that file. I presume he’s enraged by the attack on you and Harry?”

“His heir and his future son-in-law were attacked. It’s an affront to the Greengrass family's honor. He’s breathing flames but-”

“Some members of his faction aren’t cooperating.”

“Yes,” Daphne blinked in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Because Lucius wants it that way. He wants the body to be divided and weak, so Fudge and by extension him can do as they like.” She turned to look at Amelia. “Consider that file a peace offering. It ends your cold war with Dumbledore and helps you and Cyrus pass whatever you want.”

“What is it?”

“Nott… Smith… Crosby…” Daphne murmured, reading the carefully placed labels.

“My husband spent my sizable dowry blackmailing, extorting, and collecting dirt on as many Wizengamot members as he could. Since he can’t be a member himself, this file is how he maintains his power. By law, I’m entitled to walk out with my dowry at the end of our marriage,” Narcissa explained with a smirk.

“You want us to stoop to your husband’s level.”

“Cleaning mud off something requires getting your hands dirty, Madame Bones,” Narcissa pointed out.

“My father will have no problem using this gold mine of information.”

“There you have it. Let Cyrus do the politicking while you handle the administrative side of things.”

Amelia nodded and waited for Daphne to join her before they left the room, shutting the door behind them. Narcissa walked over to the shut door and pulled out her wand, lacing the wooden structure with privacy and locking wards before she walked over to where Apolline and Aditi were kneeling.

“Padma?” Narcissa asked, sitting down next to the two women. She watched them lay out the runestones for the ritual with fascinated eyes. She had always been intrigued by the arcane, an interest that she had shared with Lily.

“She wanted to check on Harry.”

Narcissa nodded. “What now?” she asked, watching the seven runestones laid out in a circle.

Aditi carefully dripped Harry’s blood onto one of the runestones. “Here goes nothing,” she murmured, sorting the vials the girls had handed over to her. She kept an eye out as Harry’s blood followed the path carved into the runestone while she dripped the blood supplied by all six girls onto their respective stones. Once the runestones were created (something that had taken her nearly a decade of research), the process of using them was fairly simple. She simply added the blood and the runes carved into the smooth gray stones did the rest.

A quiet explosion made all three women jump.

Aditi watched with wide eyes as Harry’s stone ripped into two, both halves connected by a pulsating dark red beam of light. One half of the stone turned from gray to black, while the other half remained unchanged. Soon all six stones of the girls were connected to each other and to Harry’s original stone by bright green beams of light.

Narcissa noted Katie’s stone alone was connected to the other half as well, the line dark red like the one joining two halves of Harry's runestone.

“This isn’t normal,” Narcissa guessed from the shocked expressions on Aditi and Apolline’s faces.

“Uh… the rock wasn’t supposed to split. One rock represents one soul,” Aditi muttered, rifling through her notes to see if she had made a mistake.

“Maye you got a rune wrong?” Apolline suggested, chewing her lip worriedly.

“No. No, I didn’t. This shouldn’t be possible. If I got something wrong the runestone simply wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t explode in two and there certainly wouldn’t be a connection,” Aditi said, pointing at the unexpected line. She slumped against a chair, deep in thought. “Seven soulmates. The most powerful number. Except one soul is unlike the others…” she mumbled to herself, gently tapping her right foot against the carpet as she tackled the problem.

“There is one possibility…” Apolline said softly, her voice filled with dread.

“No.” Aditi immediately snapped her head up, staring at Apolline like the Veela had lost her mind. “That was a crackpot theory by one man. I remember Dumbledore arguing against it at a conference. None of us thought it merited further study.”

“Dumbledore knows about this soul stuff?” Narcissa asked. “But you just said-”

“When I was studying under Professor Murty he told me Dumbledore was pretty interested in his research before the war. The idiotic ban on anything remotely related to soul magic is much more recent. Just two years old, now that I think about it.”

“Okay, so what’s this theory that Dumbledore argued against?” Narcissa pressed.

“Doesn’t matter. It can’t happen.”

“We owe it to Harry and the girls to dig out that paper and test it,” Apolline said.

“I don’t have the paper on me. And I doubt you’d get a copy anywhere in Britain.”

“I have one in my workshop in Paris.”

Aditi gathered up the runestones and tossed them into the fireplace one by one. “Let’s go,” she said, grabbing her bag and getting to her feet. She was desperate to prove her colleague wrong for her daughter’s sake.

“Wait, you’re going to Paris?! Right now?” Narcissa questioned, confused by the urgency. What was so bad that the two women were running around like their heads were on fire?

“We need to make sure Apolline is wrong.”

“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to be wrong,” Apolline added with a sigh.

“Is there no one here who might have answers?”

“Dumbledore might,” Aditi said, already undoing the locking ward on the shut door. “Everyone else who worked on soul magic either quit the field after the ban or left to continue their work in other countries.”

“Guess I’m paying the old coot a visit,” Narcissa murmured, watching the two women leave.

---

“This is… a surprising development.”

Narcissa smiled frigidly at the Headmaster. “Is it, Dumbledore? Why is it so surprising that James Potter fell for his best friend’s cousin? Or is it the fact that I loved the dazzling muggleborn who was the life of every room she entered?”

Sirius reached out and placed a warning hand on her knee. Their positions were precarious, and they needed to keep the Headmaster in good humor to get what they wanted, even if he had serious doubts about the old man’s state of mind.

“James and Lily never mentioned-”

“I was their little flower,” Narcissa said, struggling to keep her composure. She had been the older one in the relationship, but it was they who had always taken care of her. “They protected me till the end, even after I broke their hearts. They didn’t want you using my feelings for them to convince me to spy for you. Lily didn’t want Severus’ life for me.”

Sirius gently squeezed his cousin’s knee, pulling her back to the present and giving her the courage she needed to continue. It was not in her nature to be so direct, she worked best in the shadows. But like she had told the young Greengrass heiress, the time had come to choose a side.

“I’m glad you’ve chosen to-”

“I’ve not come here to shine your boots like Severus has been content to do, Dumbledore,” Narcissa said frigidly. That was another man she was going to throw off the tallest tower she could find the first chance she got. He had claimed to be her friend and told her he’d help show Draco the right path and protect Harry as best he could. He had done none of that. “I have no intention of fighting for you and your ‘noble cause’,” she spat the words out with as much venom she could muster. “I fight against those who took one son from me, and to ensure that my remaining one still has a future.”

“Draco is still-”

“He might as well be dead. He joined his father in that little fiasco after the World Cup. In his letters, he talks about the things he wants to do to Greengrass for shaming Slytherin by associating with Mudbloods and Halfbreeds. All of this under your very nose, but you’re far too busy eradicating every existence of soul magic on this island to run your school properly,” Narcissa snarled. She smiled grimly at the shocked expression on Dumbledore’s face. Was he truly so arrogant to think he did not share the blame for what had happened to Draco? Her son’s descent into darkness could have easily been prevented. She blamed Severus, yes, but more than anything, she knew Dumbledore was at fault for letting the darkness fester in Slytherin for so long.

The old man’s eyes flickered to Sirius who simply shrugged and popped a jelly bean in his mouth. He had seen Lily Potter on the warpath, and if Narcissa had picked up even a tenth of her skills (which he had no doubt she had, there was a reason Remus had nicknamed them the Murder Muffins back in school), he had no intention of being anywhere near the blast radius when Narcissa Black exploded.

“You don’t run the world, Dumbledore, even if your hubris refuses to accept that there are people smarter than you. You shouldn’t have allowed Harry to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Without it, he never would have learned the truth.”

“About you?”

“I don’t deserve his affection.” Narcissa laughed harshly. Lily’s son to his very core, Harry had been nothing but gracious with her despite her failings. “Learning about my past love for his parents will not change that. I mean his soulmates. And the thing inside him.”

For the first time since they had entered, Dumbledore looked alarmed.

“What do you mean?” Dumbledore asked sharply.

“We don’t know. Well, Apolline and Aditi have their suspicions, I got that much from the worried glances they kept exchanging, but they refuse to tell us.”

“I need to talk to them.”

Narcissa chuckled. So you can get them to drop this?

“They’ve already left,” Sirius finally spoke up, his voice soft. “To Apolline’s workshop in Paris to conduct further research.”

“I do not understand your purpose here.” Dumbledore slumped back in his seat. He looked tired, and to the surprise of both Narcissa and Sirius, afraid. “I was told by the Director of Mungo’s that I am not on the list of people allowed to visit Harry. None of his teachers are.”

“Safety measure,” Sirius chimed in.

“Someone in this castle imperioused that poor couple to attack Harry. While Miss Greengrass and the other girls are convinced it was Karkaroff, one cannot discount other possibilities,” Narcissa added, examining her nails. “But we’re not here to keep you updated about Harry’s condition.”

“Why are you here?”

“To get information.”

“Alastor is still conducting the investigation, Sirius. As you know, the diplomatic situation means he has to be… delicate.”

“We don’t get a hoot about the investigation, Dumbledore. Karkaroff will get what he deserves. I believe Miss Greengrass echoed a similar sentiment in this office not too long ago,” Narcissa said with an innocent smile that fooled no one. If she had the slightest hint the slimy bastard was behind the attack, she’d drive the knife into his heart herself. “You know more about what’s wrong with Harry than you’re letting on. It has something to do with souls, and you’re going to share everything you know to speed up Apolline and Aditi’s research.”

“I do not think I can help you with this, Mrs. Malfoy,” Dumbledore replied calmly.

“Miss Black,” Narcissa reminded the Headmaster coldly.

Next to her, Sirius grunted quietly. It was what they were afraid of. None of them truly had a way to force Dumbledore’s hand if he did not wish to cooperate. Even Amelia had her hands tied by the Wizengamot, which seemed in no mood to cooperate. All her recent motions had been defeated by narrow but consistent margins.

He moved to get up from his chair, but this time it was Narcissa’s turn to place a hand on his knee and push him back down in his seat.

“I would advise you to jog your memory,” Narcissa replied calmly. “Especially if you wish to remain as Headmaster of this school and Supreme Mugwump of Wizengamot.”

Sirius whipped his head around and looked at his cousin. Had she lost her mind? Neither of them was in any position to make a threat like that!

“You see, half an hour ago I gave young Miss Greengrass a file that is meant for her father. Cyrus has been reluctant to go against you in Wizengamot because he does not have the full backing of his faction. They vote along with Lucius’ lackeys to support you in your simmering feud against Madame Bones. Strange for them to take orders from my soon-to-be ex-husband, don’t you think Sirius?”

Sirius nodded. “Very. Without them voting against their leader’s wishes, Amelia gets everything she’s trying to push through Wizengamot.”

Well, they’ve all been very naughty boys and girls and I just gave Cyrus all the dirt my husband painstakingly collected over the years,” Narcissa smiled grimly. “Lucius spent my dowry bribing, extorting, and blackmailing every Wizengamot member he could, Dumbledore. Too bad his long-suffering wife was left to clean his office after their mistreated house elf left and she knew exactly where he hid the secrets he’d collected. He made only one copy, and now I have it… well, Cyrus and Madame Bones have it. It even has a few secrets about you, Dumbledore. Shocking things, I must say.”

“Are you threatening me, Miss Black?”

“No, she’s not-” Sirius started, only to be cut off by Narcissa.

“Yes, I am. Sirius might be shackled by nostalgia and a mistaken sense of gratitude for you, but I have no such restrictions. I am threatening you. Unless you tell us everything you know, Amelia will introduce a motion to allow her Department to investigate the mismanagement of this school under your tenure. She now has everything she needs to win that motion,” Narcissa said, staring placidly at the old wizard.  “Once she is done skewering you she will keep going, nailing each and every one of your allies to the wall before moving onto Lucius' misdeeds.”

Dumbledore sighed. “You are making a mistake, Miss Black.”

“So you refuse to share what you know?”

“I did not say that.”

“Start talking then, old man.”

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Three Days Later:

“Any idea what could be so bad that every single adult we know is running around with their head on fire?” Harry asked as they walked down the seventh-floor hallway to the Room of Requirement.

“I’m guessing it’s the attack. Did you read today’s article?”

“The one where Skeeter questioned my sanity and quoted Karkaroff saying I imperioused Katarina to tear her away from the loving arms of her father? Apparently, Krum is just a ruse and I stole her from her rightful husband to add her to my ‘collection of playthings’.” Harry snorted. “He then goes on to say he’s the real victim because I surely wanted Katarina to kill him but I’m such a lousy wizard it backfired.”

“The Imperius doesn’t work that way.” Daphne scowled, shaking her head. “And why would you want another plaything when you have me?” she asked, batting her eyelashes till Harry chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“I doubt Skeeter’s fans know how the Imperius works, love. Or care. Anyways, why are we going to the Room of Requirement?” Harry asked. It had taken him a week but he was fully healed. However, the curse had left him in a weakened state and he doubted his body was up to a night full of kinky fun even if it was just the thing he needed to take his mind off the upcoming task. It was insanity that neither he nor Krum had been allowed to bow out.

“You’ll see.”

And she wouldn’t say anything more until they stopped in front of the smooth wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Daphne waited until a wooden door appeared. She pushed it open, leading Harry inside what appeared to be an extremely comfortable and fully-furnished apartment.

“Susan decreed that all of us had to live together for ‘safety’.” Daphne used air quotes to frame the word. “She just wants to play house and that’s not possible in a dorm so we’ve all been helping her transform the Room into an apartment we can share until we get our own house in the summer,” Daphne explained with a grin. “It has three bedrooms, a living room, and a bathroom. Everything we could possibly need. We’ve all moved our stuff in here. The Twins helped Hermione shift your things.”

Harry’s heart skipped a beat. A home of his own. Something he had dreamed of since he was a child. “Thank you,” Harry said hoarsely.

“Don’t thank me. I only helped with the kinky additions.” Daphne pointed to the flogger hanging from a hook above the fireplace. A fire was roaring merrily behind the ornate grill, flooding the room with light and warmth. “Susan and Padma were the ones who did most of the work. Want me to run you a bath?”

Harry nodded. He watched Daphne leave before walking around the living room. He entered the first bedroom he came across, only to spot Padma seated at a desk. He tiptoed towards her to surprise the girl, pausing at the sight of a tear running down her cheek and splashing onto the book she was hunched over.

“Padma?” he called out softly, frowning with worry.

“Harry!” Padma whirled around, hastily wiping her wet cheeks. She leaped out of her chair and slammed into Harry, wrapping her arms around his broad frame. “You’re early!”

“Yeah. The Knight Bus was mostly empty so we didn’t make too many stops,” Harry murmured, gently rubbing her back as she nuzzled into his chest. “Are you alright?”

“Mhm.”

“Why were you crying?”

“It’s nothing,” Padma mumbled, stiffening against him.

“Padma, you promised me you were my good girl, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then why are you lying to me?” Harry asked, gently tugging on her sleek black hair to make her look up at him. He took in her big, innocent brown eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to do everything in his power to keep her happy.

“Because I’m useless and don’t deserve you. I can’t do anything to help you,” Padma mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks again. “Daphne and Gabrielle will always have your back in a fight. Katie is amazing at sneaking around. Susan is better than some of the healers in Mungo’s… you already have Hermione. She’s smarter than me and much braver than I could ever be.”

“Padma-”

“While I was crying and having nightmares and cuddling you she was out there doing research. You don’t need me. I’m useless,” Padma hiccuped. Her sister had been right. There was nothing about her that was particularly appealing to Harry Potter.  “I’ve been trying to learn curses all day but I can’t even use one on-” She gestured in the direction of the toad lounging on her desk.

“Jeremy? Didn’t you rescue him from the grounds last month? Why would you want to hurt him?”

“I don't want to! But if I can’t even hex a toad, how will I help you in a duel?”

Harry sighed. “My love, the fact that you spent an hour chasing a toad and brought him to safety is the very reason we need you. You are the best of us. At the end of the day, when we’re done fighting, you and Susan are what we want to come home to, my precious flower,” Harry murmured, kissing her gently. He had done a lot of growing up since the start of the year and was no longer the immature man who had no idea what was truly important in life. “Thank you for giving us the best home we could ever wish for.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” Padma whispered breathlessly.

Harry grabbed the edge of the tattered gray shirt she wore and pulled it over her head. She had skipped a bra (she was grabbed so often in the apartment she had gotten in the habit of wearing as little as possible) and Harry stepped back, taking a second to admire her heavy breasts and the rapidly stiffening brown nubs that crowned her mocha-colored mounds.

“Seriously?! It’s only been five minutes,” Daphne complained from behind them. She walked into the bedroom sporting a massive smile on her face, playfully patting Harry’s ass on her way over to Padma.

“I blame Padma. It’s her fault for being so adorable. My original plan was to have a bath and spend a quiet night reading,” Harry pointed out, grinning at the sound of Padma’s surprised squeak. He watched as Daphne grabbed the shy Ravenclaw’s chin, pulling her in for a bruising kiss.

“For once, you’re absolutely right,” Daphne growled, tugging Padma’s shorts down her thick thighs. She made the girl climb out of the fabric that had pooled around her ankles, leaving her without a stitch of clothing covering her body. “My grade in Herbology has gone from an E to an A because I spend half my time in class staring at her.”

Daphne took Padma’s hand and led her over to Harry. “Maybe I should have wrapped her in a pretty pink bow as a welcome home present for you,” she teased, placing Padma’s hand in Harry’s.

“She thinks she’s useless and we don’t want her.”

Padma squirmed uncomfortably but with Harry in front of her and Daphne beside her, there was no escape. It seemed like she’d be facing her fears head-on.

“She,” Daphne started, roughly tugging Padma’s luscious black hair free from the customary braid she kept it in. Padma moaned at the gentle pressure on her scalp and subconsciously spread her legs. “Gets angsty if she’s not fucked hard every few days and reminded of her reality.”

“Reality?” Padma asked, looking at the couple with big brown eyes.

“You’re ours sweetie, and no amount of fretting is going to change that,” Daphne growled, gently shoving her toward Harry. “Why don’t you take her with you to the bath and show her what I mean?”

“I had a different idea in mind.”

“As much as I’d love to join her in getting my brains fucked out tonight, Susan will kill me if I make you exert yourself too much,” Daphne pointed out with a playful chuckle.

“I want to try something new tonight.”

“Oh?” Daphne cocked an eyebrow as she watched Harry walk over to her, bend close to her ear, and whisper what he had in mind.

Padma stood in place obediently, watching her boyfriend and mistress discuss what they wanted to do to her.

Eventually, Daphne grinned, padded over to the nightstand next to the bed, and tossed Harry the black satin blindfold that lay on it.

“Come here,” Harry ordered, turning to Padma.

“Yes, sir,” Padma squeaked. Daphne and Harry were slowly but surely addressing her insecurities, spending entire nights worshiping her curvy body as a reminder that they absolutely adored her. She was in a much better place than she had been at the beginning of the year, but there were still nights she slipped and let the bad thoughts return. That had especially been the case since Harry’s attack and her apparent failure to help out in any meaningful way.

“You gave me the one thing I needed the most,” Harry whispered, almost as if he’d read her mind. “Comfort. When you slept with me I wasn’t in pain or afraid. When I held you I slept without nightmares plaguing me,” Harry revealed as he gently secured the soft cloth around Padma’s eyes, obscuring her vision.

Padma shivered with anticipation, her sudden helplessness immediately pushing her deep into Subspace.

“You’re not useless. You’re… you’re the first person to give me hope that I had a future. Not even Harry managed to do that,” Daphne said, rummaging through their chest of toys. “Mind you, I still think you’re a silly girl who needs a million spankings so she learns her lesson and stops this nonsense.”

Padma flushed. “Sorry, mistress!” she squealed, jumping in surprise when Harry playfully smacked her firm ass.

“Maybe we should just spank her before bed every day for the rest of our lives,” Harry mused. His fingers closed around the hilt of the charmed buttplug in Padma’s ass, the girl groaning quietly as he pulled it out of her and tossed it onto the bed.

“We can alternate nights. Because I have a feeling Gabrielle will set our house on fire if you don’t pay enough attention to her ass.” Daphne smirked, sauntering over to the couple. She watched Harry push his hands under Padma’s arms and pull her flush against his bare chest. She closed the distance, sandwiching the poor girl between them.

Harry tightened his hold on Padma’s quivering body, angling his cock to line up with her tight, puckered entrance.

“How do you want to do this?” Daphne asked.

“Together,” Harry grunted, slowly pushing his massive shaft into Padma’s tight ass. Even with the long-lasting lube coating her walls courtesy of the plug, it was nearly impossible to push. Padma’s walls burned as they stretched around his length, her ass struggling to accommodate his girth.

Daphne waited for Harry to kick Padma’s legs apart before she carefully aligned the huge dildo she had strapped on and impaled her dripping pussy with a single firm thrust. She captured Padma’s lips, drowning out her scream.

“Give me a second,” Harry muttered, slowly pushing past the resistance offered by Padma’s virgin ass. He was breathing harshly by the time he bottomed out in her, gritting his teeth to retain his composure. Her stretched, aching walls fluttered around his throbbing manhood, massaging and milking it, already tempting him to let go and fill her belly with his seed.

“How does it feel?” Daphne asked.

“Heaven,” Harry whispered, breathing heavily.

“I can’t wait for George to finish designing sensation cocks. I want to know what it feels like too,” Daphne teased, playfully pinching Padma’s stiff nipple. She gently twisted the dark brown nub, drawing out a loud moan from the girl.

Padma was already out of it, delirious with pleasure. She was pinned between her lovers, both her holes stuffed while they talked about all the different ways they wanted to use her short, curvy body.

“You know, when you were laid out in the hospital I was warned not to defile her?” Daphne teased.

“Were you now? That’s a shame. I feel like our lives would be much better if we got to defile our precious flower as much as possible.”

“Hmm. What do you think, Miss Patil? Can we defile you?” Daphne grabbed her chin to make the blindfolded girl look at her mistress. Behind Padma, Harry slowly pulled out of her tight ass only to ram back in with as much force as he could muster.

“YES!” Padma shrieked, her eyes flying wide open under the satin cloth covering them. Harry held Padma in place as Daphne rocked her hips, pulling out and roughly thrusting the huge dildo back inside Padma’s aching core. “YES, PLEASE!”

“Regularly?” Daphne asked, timing her thrusts with Harry’s. They pulled out of her together, only to thrust back inside her tight holes as one. Again and again, they repeated the cycle, claiming Padma’s body as a team.

“As much as you want! I’m yours, mistress! I’m yours, Harry!” Padma rambled. Her lips were parted as she panted, her hands scrambling to grab Daphne’s shoulders for support. A trickle of drool escaped her open mouth and made its way down to her chin, tiny droplets splattering on her heavy breasts that jiggled with the force of their thrusts.

“You’re ours,” Harry grunted in between thrusts, his hot breath tickling her skin as he whispered in her ear.

“Body, heart, and soul,” Daphne added, whispering in her other ear.

Harry was swaying slightly as he rocked his hips. She was too tight for him to hold on for much longer but he kept thrusting, determined to keep going. Her puckered hole held his cock in a vice-like grip and her walls kept fluttering around his shaft, milking him for his seed.

Daphne noticed his struggle and reached out between Padma’s spread legs, grabbed his cum-engorged balls, and gently rolled them between her slender fingers. “It’s okay. Let go, Harry,” Daphne whispered, gently squeezing. “Cum for me. Fill our pretty flower’s ass with your seed. I want to see your thick, white cum dripping out of her gaping hole,” Daphne whispered, her words driving both Padma and Harry crazy.

“OH, GODS!” Padma screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came. Her arousal drenched the dildo lazily thrusting in and out of her weeping pussy, her walls fluttering helplessly against the unfeeling rubber.

Harry buried his face in the crook of Padma’s neck to muffle his groans as he desperately rocked in and out of her ass, his own orgasm rapidly approaching. Daphne kept toying with his balls, gently squeezing them every so often. Her stormy gray eyes locked with his wide emerald ones, silently egging him on.

“PADMA,” Harry roared into her skin as he came. He buried himself deep in her ass, fervently kissing her sweaty skin as he painted her walls with rope after rope of his seed.

Daphne was the first to pull away, unbuckling her strap-on and carelessly dropping it to the floor before leading an exhausted Padma and Harry to the bed.

Harry reluctantly pulled out of her once they collapsed onto the bed, chuckling at the disappointed groan that left Padma’s lips at the sudden emptiness.

A trickle of cum leaked out of her stretched asshole and made its way down her thigh. Padma closed her eyes and concentrated on the trail, enjoying the gentle tickle as it traveled down her leg.

“How does it feel? To be home and back in the arms of those you love?” Daphne asked, covering their naked bodies with a blanket. Padma was still sandwiched between them, their heavy arms wrapped around her tired body as they cuddled their tiny girlfriend.

“Feels like heaven,” Harry whispered, sleep claiming him within seconds.

Notes:

Before you bite my head off, no, Katie is not Voldemort's soulmate *gag*. She, like Harry, has a connection to him that will be explained in later chapters. Hence the dark red lines instead of the bright green ones that indicated soulmates. Things are heating up, now we just need Aditi and Apolline to figure out a way to extract the Horcrux from Harry! The next chapter is going to be pure fluff and smut to as the girls help Harry relax and figure out who won their little tournament!