Chapter 4: The Ritual
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"Go ahead, Bella."
The eyes of his mad pet brighten, and she quickly takes his permission and runs with it. Her tongue lolls out and swirls around his cock to the point where Harry is almost left wondering which of them is actually the parseltongue here. The amount of praise the Black witch is suddenly lavishing upon his dick is so much that Harry has to throw his head back in a groan within seconds of her efforts ramping up.
Bellatrix's technique is positively worshipful as she goes down on him, bobbing up and down on his shaft. Her lips suction along his length, and her moans quickly reach a crescendo even as they reverberate along his girth. Harry isn't at all surprised by how eager she is to please. After all, her previous Master never let her have fun like this.
Oh, don't get him wrong. Bellatrix Lestrange was completely devoted to Voldemort. The Dark Lord would expect nothing less, and it took the man's final death PLUS some extra effort on Harry's part to break Bella and repurpose the mad witch into something that he could use. She was a dangerous weapon, a naked blade, and if one were to hold her the wrong way, they were asking to get cut.
But Voldemort had never 'held' Bellatrix at all. Harry didn't think it was because the wizard was scared of her necessarily… he just didn't really care for her. Now, Harry couldn't say for certain what Voldemort's thoughts in regard to Bellatrix Lestrange truly were, but if he had to give his two cents… Voldemort was barely tolerating Bella for the entire time she was in his care. She might have thought herself his most devoted and loyal pet, but in reality, if he hadn't needed to keep the Black Family on his side during his First Rise, Harry doubts Voldemort would have kept Bellatrix alive.
Likewise, during his Second Rise the Dark Lord was even more desperate, and was forced to rely upon Bellatrix despite her insanity being even worse than before. Ultimately, she wasn't a useful tool… she was a ticking time bomb, at least so far as the Dark Lord was concerned.
Harry, of course, had a better hold on her then Lord Voldemort ever did. He had a better understanding of her as well. And frankly… he and Bella were simply a better fit as Master and Servant than she and Voldemort could ever be.
He doesn't hold back now. Nor does he directly participate, but as Bellatrix blows him with every ounce of technique and experience that she has, he doesn't try to keep himself from exploding into her mouth. No, he lets her enthusiasm, subservience, and altogether manic efforts get him off as quickly as they can, and soon enough he's cumming right down her throat.
Bellatrix's eyes, the spark of madness ever present in her gaze, stare up at him the entire time that she's drinking down his seed. Harry looks right back at her, until she's done. Then, suddenly, he's moving. Wasting no time, the wizard grabs her by her hair and drags her off of his cock. Climbing off of the bed, Harry pulls Bellatrix along with him.
To her credit, the naked witch doesn't try to resist him in any way. However, Harry knows enough about Bellatrix to know that if he let her, she'd spend the next several minutes just basking in the euphoria of swallowing his jizz. They don't have time for that now, not when he let her suck him off and cut further into their time table. Bellatrix won't be expected anywhere any time soon, not until they discover she's escaped Azkaban.
But Harry? Harry will be missed eventually. Which means it's time to get a move on, so that that doesn't happen. He doesn't need the scrutiny that will come his way if it's discovered he was gone from the Castle. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly put off going and getting Bella. The longer he waited, the higher the likelihood of the memories he'd stored in his head degrading… which in turn would cause damage in his own mind if he left them there to rot too long. One bad apple spoils the bunch, and so on and so forth.
And if he was going to do something as risky as break Bellatrix out of Azkaban Prison on his first night back… well, he might as well get a move on with the next stage of the plan too, right?
Pushing Bellatrix down into the ritual circle, Harry pins her in place, watching as she moans but stays where she's meant to, knowing full well her role in what's coming next. Slowly, he drags his cock along her front, a trail of sticky cum leftover from the tail end of his previous load tracing down from her sternum all the way to her clit. Then, he presses against her slit, pushing her sex open with just the tip of his throbbing member as he growls at her.
"Listen well, Bellatrix Black. Are you ready?"
"Yessss~"
"Are you willing?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Are you eager?"
"Yes! A thousand times yes!"
The ritual circle begins to glow as Bellatrix answers yes to all three questions with audible glee in her voice. And so, without further ado, Harry finally thrusts into her, causing the ritual circle to REALLY light up with power.
The ritual he's performing now is one based in tantric sex. Quickly setting the proper pace, Harry reaches out with his magic, even as his cock thrusts up through Bella's deepest depths, causing her to croon and moan in equal measures of excitement and lust. The ritual is also one of empowerment. Of strength… for him, anyways.
Harry was going to need access to a lot of magic if he was going to stop what was to come. It starts here, with Bellatrix giving herself to him willingly and eagerly, submitting to binding her magic to him wholly and utterly.
In some ways, Bellatrix is an easy first step. After all, with the memory transfer successful, she's his most loyal servant in the entire world. The only one who understands what they're up against, and knows that he's the only one who will move to properly stop it. He doesn't have to persuade her, or seduce her, or cajole her into sacrificing so much for him. She's happy to do it, because she not only wants to serve him with everything she can, but she knows what happens if they fail.
However, in other ways she's perhaps going to be the most difficult witch Harry claims. After all… her soul already belongs to another. The Dark Mark brands not just her flesh, but her very soul. However… it's use was limited. With it, Voldemort could produce a burning, stinging sensation. This allowed him to express his displeasure at a Death Eater's failure, or more often it allowed him to summon them to his side.
And yet, that was effectively the extent of the Dark Mark's power. Torture. That was it. Not nearly as painful as the Crucio Curse either, though Harry supposed it got bonus points for having longer range than a Crucio. Still, it was… honestly quite pedestrian, if Harry was speaking frankly. Voldemort had branded the very souls of his followers, but rather than do anything more complex with them, he had only gone 'skin' deep so to speak. He hadn't explored the depths of what a multi-layered Dark Mark could have been capable of.
He hadn't gone all the way. His knowledge… simply wasn't complete. Harry, on the other hand, had been desperate. He'd been beyond desperate. Magic itself was failing. HIS magic was failing. On top of everything else that was going wrong, he'd been steadily losing access to the very resource he needed in order to stop it and save everyone.
… So yes, he'd found a way. Yes, he'd developed a ritual. Some might argue he'd gone too far. But they hadn't faced what he'd faced. They hadn't experienced what he and Bella had experienced.
In the end, Harry wasn't after Bellatrix's soul. He wasn't after her life force. Using his foreknowledge from the future, he's already locked down Voldemort's simplistic Dark Mark, the visual representation of the soul brand wrapped in chains and a padlock on Bellatrix's arm even now. If the Dark Lord managed to regain enough power to send that burning summons through the Dark Mark, Bella wouldn't feel a thing. Though… heh, that was a BIG if, to be fair.
Regardless, Harry didn't care about Bellatrix's soul. He cared about her magic. The magic that in the future that never was, he had ultimately made his own through this very same ritual. As he fucks her, as his cock spears deep into her core and Bellatrix cries out in ecstasy, moaning and mewling, tossing her head back and acting like a whore out of her mind with pleasure, Harry reaches out with his magic and finds hers.
Connecting to her inner magic, to that store of power that every magical creature developed within themselves over the course of their lives, Harry grasps it with a mental fist and pulls it to him, binding Bella to his own magic. It's a one way trip, to be sure. There's not a chance in hell of Bellatrix reaching back in the same manner. Only one can be in control of this connection, and it will always be Harry.
With this, he can feel her magic. With this, she becomes like a battery, an extra energy source for him to raw upon. With this… he starts to regain some of what he'd lost in the future.
See, despite magic slowly dying in the future that never was, Harry was still stronger there than he was here. Here, he was still growing, and his magic was too. Here, he had spent the first eleven years of his life malnourished, his physical AND magical growth stunted by the Dursley's treatment of him. It was only after the Dark Lord's Second Rise, only after Harry vanquished Voldemort for the final time, that he'd managed to reverse the damage and reach his full potential. Only for everything to go to shit a few years later with the slow decay of magic itself and everything else that fucking happened to screw over the world.
Needless to say, he would not be waiting nearly as long to fix himself this time around. Still, it was something of a Catch Twenty-Two. He needed to gain power quickly, but in order to be in a position where he was strong enough to gain that power, he needed a certain level of power already at his disposal. That was where Bellatrix came in. With her magic added to his, even as atrophied as it was by her long stint in prison, Harry was just starting to reach the point he'd been before he'd come back in time.
Yes, that point. The point where his magic had been decaying for years, and he'd barely been staying ahead of that decay with this very same ritual. So… not anywhere near the level of power he needed to actually begin affecting real change. Still, it was a start. And that was all Harry really needed for now. In the future, more witches will get him even further… to the point that he just might be able to combat what was coming for them.
For the time being however, Harry focuses on the present. Holding tightly onto the connection, he grunts, thrusting one final time into Bellatrix and spilling his seed inside of her. As soon as he does, the ritual circle glowing all around her almost seems to flow, her pale body becoming alight with the magical runes as they crawl onto her skin, covering her from her head to her toe.
A moment later the connection stabilizes, giving him full, unmitigated access to her magic. If he wanted to, Harry could quite literally cast spells using only Bellatrix's power until it ran dry and she dropped dead from magical exhaustion. Obviously, he had no intention of doing so. She was too valuable to spend in such a meaningless and wasteful manner.
With the ritual over, Harry leans down and grabs Bella by the back of the head, his fingers intertwining in her hair as he pulls her into a savage and domineering kiss. There's quite a lot of tongue, and she's eager to reciprocate, moaning for him as she happily accepts every second of the ensuing makeout session.
When they finally pull apart for air sometime later, Bellatrix offers him a coy smile.
"What would you have of me now, Master? Shall I return to Hogwarts with you or…?"
Harry hums at that. On the face of it, Bellatrix coming back to Hogwarts with him shouldn't have been possible. However… nobody knew that the mad witch was an unregistered animagus. Nobody could know, because she'd gone through the training AFTER the Dark Lord's final defeat, all the better to spy on and track Harry until she was ready to try and kill him.
"Can you transform?"
Smirking, Bellatrix nods. Luckily, she doesn't show her capability right there on the spot, seeing as he's still buried inside of her. Harry chooses to believe her. She wouldn't lie to him… she can't lie to him, not really.
So yes, having Bellatrix at his side was a very real possibility. An intriguing one. However, it also wasn't the only option. She could be useful in other ways, as an unseen agent moving throughout the Wizarding World while he was stuck spending most of his time at Hogwarts keeping up appearances for the moment.
However, that came with its own risks. Bellatrix wasn't at all stable, and while sending her on short errands with very clear instructions was possible, she was still liable to make a mess of things even then, and anything too complex or lengthy was bound to go wrong in some way or another. Still, even with that in mind, she represented a force multiplier if he didn't have her sticking close to him at Hogwarts.
Pulling out of Bella at long last, Harry grunts as he summons his wand to his hand and begins cleaning them both up. He contemplates his options in silence as he gets dressed and conjures up some robes for Bellatrix as well, seeing as when he'd retrieved her, she was wearing little more than rags. One way or another, he had to get back to Hogwarts. It was just a matter of whether he would be doing it with Bellatrix or not.
In the end, he makes his decision. He can only hope it's the right one.
Chapter 5: Returning to Hogwarts
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Returning to Hogwarts was a pain, but necessary. It wouldn't do for him to blow his cover too early. After all, if he was going to do that, he might as well have broken the connection to the Goblet of Fire. Still, he couldn't just act like nothing had happened. While Ron wouldn't blab the details of their encounter to anyone any time soon, the rest of House Gryffindor would almost certainly be abuzz with rumors.
After all, the vast majority of them had been up all night waiting for their 'Champion' to come back to the Tower so they could celebrate with him. His absence was undoubtedly noted, and Harry had made sure to cover all his bases.
Which was why he was actually rather relaxed when he found himself called down to Professor McGonagall's office after classes the very next day. The school's rumor mill had likely been churning all day long, and while Harry hadn't answered anyone's questions, not even Hermione's, that didn't stop EVERYONE from speculating all the same.
And to be fair, Professor McGonagall WAS supposed to be his Head of House, so he didn't begrudge her this meeting. He would have lost more respect for her if she HADN'T called him in and questioned him about all of the things she should be questioning him about. Still, he has to admit… it's been a long time since he sat down across from the severe-looking Scottish Witch. Long enough that the nostalgia brings a small smile to his lips before he can truly stop it.
"Mister Potter."
As always, McGonagall's tone is cutting. However, there's also a hint of affection… of concern as well. She does care about him, for all that she does her best not to show it too much when in a situation like this one. Nodding his head in acknowledgment, Harry meets the older witch's eyes.
"Professor. What can I do for you?"
Said eyes narrow at his rather… casual tone. But if she expected him to be all nervous and fidgety, that wasn't going to happen. Harry could have pretended sure, but he felt like it would have come across as rather… fake no matter how perfectly he managed it. Instead, he was going to do this his way.
"You can answer my questions to my personal satisfaction, Mister Potter. Else I'm afraid this issue might have to be escalated up to the Headmaster. First, where did you go after the feast last night?"
Letting out a sigh, Harry tells… a half-truth. Better this then trying to fake it till he breaks.
"I went for a walk, Professor."
Before McGonagall's incredulity can coalesce into words, Harry explains himself.
"I couldn't stand the thought of going back to the Tower if I'm being honest. I sort of knew they would all be there. My House. And I knew they wouldn't believe that I was telling the truth, that I didn't put my name in the Goblet and that I had no desire to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. I knew they would want to celebrate my 'ingenuity'… so I left instead. And went for a walk."
His matter-of-fact explanation and calm tone, combined with the somewhat accurate lampooning of his fellow Housemates, clearly throws his Transfiguration Professor for a loop. For a moment, McGonagall frowns… and in that moment, Harry lets his curiosity get the better of him.
"Do you think I put my name in the Goblet, Professor? Just wondering."
The Scottish Witch stares before shaking her head.
"No, Harry. I do not."
Suddenly she was using his first name. Her tone was even softening. Harry smiles crookedly at that, not entirely willing to let up.
"Really? I'm a troublemaker aren't I? Always sticking my nose where it doesn't belong."
That, to his mild amusement, prompts a scowl from McGonagall.
"You are not a troublemaker, Harry. You are a Gryffindor. You go where your heart leads. Yes, you can be reckless at times. Give you an enemy to fight and you will dog the issue until the ends of the Earth. But what purpose would throwing your name into the Goblet of Fire serve you, really?"
Blinking, Harry rocks back in his seat for a moment, not expecting McGonagall to be so… forthright. Seeing his reaction, the Transfiguration Professor lets out a soft sigh.
"Besides. While you are many things, including the cause of more than a few of my headaches over these past few years… you aren't a liar, Harry. If you say that you did not put your name in the Goblet of Fire, then I trust you."
He's touched. Truly, he is. Of course, that feeling lasts all of a moment before Professor McGonagall sees fit to get them back on track and he's forced to in turn lie to her.
"Now then, you went for a walk you say. Where did you go, Harry?"
"The Forbidden Forest, Professor. I know, it wasn't a good idea. But at the time, I suppose I wasn't thinking straight. All I knew, or at least, what I felt I knew… was that anywhere I went in the Castle, I would be discovered. So I left the Castle… and I went into the Forbidden Forest to get my head on straight."
Any softening of features or tenderness that he'd managed to extract from the severe Scottish Witch vanishes at his words as McGonagall suddenly looks quite stormy.
"You do know that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to students for a reason, yes Mister Potter?"
Pretending to be sheepish is simple enough. He just hands his head and averts his gaze.
"Yes Professor. Instead of getting my head on straight, I near got it knocked off. Honestly, I was almost killed out there… but fortune was still on my side it would seem."
There's a beat of silence where McGonagall clearly has to rein in her desire to yell at him. Finally, she lets out another sigh, this one much more exasperated.
"Is this where your new… pet came from?"
Here, Harry lets himself adopt a smile as he lifts his head. In the end, he'd decided to keep Bellatrix with him in her animagus form. Even once her disappearance from Azkaban was discovered, no one would suspect her seeing as her animagus form was something she gained in the future that never was. But of course, that meant Harry needed a reason to suddenly have a greyhound trailing after him at times and spending her time in his dormitory.
That was where she was right now in fact. Sleeping on his bed, last he'd left her. Still, concealing a dog from the Hogwarts Faculty would be impossible. Instead, Harry had flaunted her so far. It was no wonder that McGonagall had ultimately brought her up. He'd all but been daring his Head of House to do so.
"Yes, Professor. She saved my life. And I guess I saved hers. I don't know how she got into the Forbidden Forest in the first place, but together, we managed to escape. I was hoping that I'd be allowed to keep her. She's very well-behaved so far."
As Professor McGonagall chews on that for a moment, Harry considers her briefly. He would be lying if he said he didn't at least have her in mind, back when he was first planning this journey back in time. He had very specific goals to accomplish now that he was back here. He had things to get done before his time at Hogwarts came to a close.
He needed to make connections with more than just Bellatrix. She was only the start, and if he was going to have the power to deal with what was to come to pass, then he needed more witches. Minerva had very nearly been one of them, but ultimately Harry had set her aside as an option. It wasn't that he didn't consider her worth his time… but more that she was past her prime.
There were ways of dealing with the effects of aging, of course. With a few more witches connected to him, Harry could even de-age Minerva himself. Perhaps he even would. But for now at least, the Scottish Witch was a little too old for his tastes. More than that though… she was Dumbledore's creature through and through.
Albus Dumbledore wasn't a bad man. Had he made mistakes? Certainly. Was he perhaps going a little senile? Hm, up for debate, but potentially. No one was perfect. No one was infallible. Dumbledore was just as much a mortal man as the rest of them, and having been in the old wizard's shoes, having been the one that everyone turned to for all the answers… Harry could sympathize with Albus, at least a little bit.
After all, he hadn't been able to make everything work out either. He'd ultimately failed to fix things.
The difference between him and Dumbledore was simple. Where Albus had decided that offing himself to secure his Double Agent's place at the enemy's side was a 'good enough' way to die, Harry wasn't about to just end it all because the going got tough. Don't get him wrong, he would always appreciate everything the Headmaster had done for him… but at the same time, he didn't trust the man. The mistakes Dumbledore had made, the way he'd gone out… and the things Harry had to do all culminated in a simple conclusion. He could not count on Albus Dumbledore in this timeline.
In fact, he was pretty sure that if the aged wizard found out what he was doing, if he found out Harry's plans… he might just try and stop him. Best to not let on what he was up to until it was too late, if ever. Frankly, he-
"Detention, Mister Potter."
Jolting from his inner thoughts, Harry meets Professor McGonagall's eyes. It takes him only a second to process that no, he didn't miss her saying anything nor was he in trouble for ignoring her. That was just the way that his Head of House had decided to restart their conversation.
"You'll be with me for the next four Fridays, serving Detention for your foolish decision to go out into the Forbidden Forest, a place with a name that should have made it obvious whether you were allowed to be there or not."
Harry can't help it. He knows he SHOULD just bow his head and nod, acting all chagrined… but it wouldn't feel real, he has to admit.
"Sorry Professor. I guess I just see the Forbidden Forest as my own little home away from home these days. Between being sent out there for Detention in my First Year and having to negotiate with Aragog to clear Hagrid's name in my second…"
Trailing off, Harry just shrugs, offering his Professor a cheeky smile. She looks at him over the rim of her glasses for a moment before just shaking her head in exasperation.
"As I said, you will be serving Detention with me for the next four Fridays. Ahead of time, I have a little homework for you. I want you to put together a list of things you think you might need to know in order to survive the Triwizard Tournament. Gather what reading materials you think might be useful from the Hogwarts Library as well. You will be going over what you collect during your Detentions."
It hits Harry then, just what she's trying to do. She's trying to help him. Of course she is. She's Professor McGonagall. No matter how severe or disapproving she might be, she will always care about her students. And so… she's using this as an opportunity to force him to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament. Technically, she's not allowed to help him. She's not allowed to assist him. Of course, Harry is well aware that Karkaroff and Maxime completely flout these rules over the course of the upcoming year.
He's a little surprised that Professor McGonagall is willing to join them in that though. Perhaps she perceives in him a sort of melancholy and devil may care attitude that he hasn't been able to fully conceal. His actions, when taken through a certain lens, might seem suicidal, he supposed. And so, unlike the first time around… she's trying to help him in one of the few ways she possibly can.
"… Very well, Professor. And my new pet? Will we be having any further problems on that front?"
Lips thinning out, McGonagall shakes her head.
"No. So long as you take care of her and make sure she's properly behaved; we won't have any issues. I would rather not have to call you back into my office because of anything she does however, do you understand me?"
Rising from his chair, sensing the dismissal, Harry nods his head, projecting earnestness as he gives McGonagall a genuine smile.
"Of course, Professor. Thank you, Professor."
His gratitude is even sincere. By all rights, they should have been more suspicious. It was just last year for all of them that they had not one, but two unregistered animagi show up at Hogwarts. It was why Harry hadn't brought Bellatrix to this meeting in the first place. He didn't want to give a contemplative McGonagall even the slightest chance to consider casting the Animagus Reversal spell.
However, upon further reflection… Harry wasn't sure that Professor McGonagall knew Sirius OR Peter were Animagi, even now. It all depended on how much Dumbledore had decided to tell her. With the Headmaster always inclined to keep secrets, and Remus gone from the Castle… huh, there was less likelihood of anyone thinking that his new pet might be an Animagus then Harry had initially thought. He'd worried over nothing.
"You're free to go, Mister Potter. And do try to stay away from anything forbidden for at least the next week, you hear?"
Harry tilts his head in what MIGHT be agreement as he throws McGonagall one last smile before leaving her office. Honestly, it depends on what she means by 'forbidden'. He has no intention of going back into the Forbidden Forest. Nor is he planning on making another trip to Azkaban any time soon. However… that doesn't mean he's going to sit idly by.
He has the cover of the Triwizard Tournament to operate under at the moment. He had… not quite anonymity, but freedom beyond his wildest dreams. No one was looking to him to save the Wizarding World. No one even knew the world was in danger. But Harry did. He knew what the future held, and he wasn't about to let anyone stop him from fixing things.
That meant, however, that he needed more power. He needed more magic. He needed… more witches. Luckily, he had a list. And though McGonagall had been struck from it as a possibility for the time being, that still left plenty of other options for him to pursue.
Chapter 6: Aurora Sinistra
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The way the ritual worked, the connection was easier to forge if he performed it with an older witch. This was because the older witches and wizards were, the more solid and settled their magic became. At younger ages, magical people suffered incidents of 'accidental magic', which happened because their magic was unsettled and untamed, wild and reaching out in all directions.
One might assume that this untamed, wild magic reaching out would make connecting to younger witches easier, not harder. And technically that was true. However, Harry's ritual made him the sum of his parts. Add too much of that chaotic magic to the mix, and his power became positively unstable. Sure, he technically held control over every witch that he bonded with… but at the same time, if he let himself be connected to too many unsettled sources, he was liable to explode along with all of them.
In the end, it all came down to the foundation. If you built your house on shifting sands, you could only ever expect it to collapse on you no matter how well you made the walls and everything else. If your foundations were poor, then you had a recipe for disaster on your hands. Eventually, Harry would have enough power to be able to connect to any witch he wanted. But until then… he needed proper foundations.
That was where the female Professors of Hogwarts, of which there were actually several, came into play. They were perfect examples of witches with settled magic, and while he'd decided to strike McGonagall off the list for the time being, the others were certainly still of great interest to him. That led him to where he was tonight. In the Astronomy Tower with the rest of the Gryffindors.
Technically, Harry didn't have to go to Astronomy. It was one of the classes that being a participant in the Triwizard Tournament gave him a free pass out of for the rest of the year. Given it was held at midnight, people expected him and his fellow contestants to pass on Astronomy and get as much proper sleep and training in as possible.
And yet, here he was. Why? Well, that should be obvious. Astronomy was where he would be bagging and tagging his first quarry.
Aurora Sinistra, Hogwarts' Professor of Astronomy for all of Harry's years in the Castle, was a beautiful woman and a capable witch. The dark-skinned Professor had actually been a facet of Harry's life in the future that he intended to prevent from ever coming to pass. He knew an Aurora who had managed to overcome her fear after Voldemort's second defeat, and who had stood tall in the face of the looming apocalypse, despite it being worse than anything the Dark Lord had ever managed to accomplish.
To put it bluntly, the two of them had been fuck buddies, but they'd never been close. With things… ending, propriety had fallen to the wayside. Even as they'd worked damn hard to save what they could, those of them who'd survived had turned to each other for comfort. Harry had never been Aurora's closest confidante, and Aurora had never been his. In fact, he and the Astronomy Professor couldn't have even been said to have been in each other's inner circles in that future that would never be.
But they had fucked once or twice. And the pillow talk the pair of them had engaged in had been very enlightening. The future had made things that they would blush and cringe about today seem pointless to worry about then. That was how Harry knew more about Aurora than the version of her in the present would probably have ever preferred.
The Professor Sinistra of this time period was a strict and serious woman who was still afraid of Voldemort and what the Dark Lord represented. She hadn't gotten over her fear and she had yet to find her courage, at least when it came to the Death Eaters and their ilk. But at the same time, no one was defined solely by one or two characteristics. For all that Aurora presented herself as a very serious, no-nonsense women… she hid her true nature behind a façade.
Professor Aurora Sinistra… was in fact a complete and total pervert. She'd told him as much as they'd cuddled the couple of times they'd fucked in the future. What she'd been like all these years ago, back at Hogwarts. Her confessions had been scandalous even then, but ultimately harmless. It wasn't like Harry was ever going to judge her, nor was there anyone left to punish her for her actions either.
Now though? Well, Harry supposed if the Aurora of his future had ever thought for even a second he might make it back in time, she never would have told him the things she told him. Like for instance, the fact that she commonly wore magical piercings under her robes and carried magical toys inside of her orifices even while teaching class on nights like this.
It was shameful behavior for a Professor of Hogwarts to take part in. Why, if anyone found out, she could be ruined. Bad enough that her nipples and clit were pierced under her robes, but that they were also pierced with magically enchanted piercings that could be activated at a moment's notice to pleasure her? And more than that… she carried a butt plug inside of her at all time as well.
When Aurora had confessed her indiscretions to him their first time together, he'd made her promise she would bring her toys on their next time. That that second time also happened to be their last time together wasn't relevant, their paths just hadn't crossed again. Ah, but Harry could admit he wished they had.
Seeing her standing there in all of her beautiful dark-skinned nudity, with glittering piercings in the shape of shimmering stars on her nipples and clit… and then to have her turn around, bend over, and spread her cheeks for him to see the equally glittering, shimmering star at the end of her butt plug… yeah, he'd greatly enjoyed having her that night. And she'd enjoyed being had.
Of course, Aurora was no slouch. In this current time period, she wasn't so foolish as to leave obviously magical toys connected to her body unprotected for anyone who might have been looking for sources of magic to discover. Sensing magic wasn't difficult after all. Even as much as a simple Revelio Charm cast in the right place would have made certain… unfortunate parts of her voluptuous body light up like the starry night sky she was so fond of if she hadn't taken the proper precautions.
But she had. Her toys were all properly shielded so that not even one of her fellow Professors could accidentally detect them, let alone a curious student. And since such shielding was rather normal for most witches and wizards of some level of strength to partake in, and indeed it was a common enchantment to avoid the sort of magic that would let a perverted caster see through your clothes… well, no one was any the wiser.
Harry, however, was completely aware of what exactly Aurora was protecting. And it wasn't something as simple and plain as her modesty. No, it was far more than that. With Bellatrix's magic combined with his own, he should be just strong enough to be able to… tease out a proper response from the Hogwarts Astronomy Professor.
It was during that second time that Aurora Sinistra had confessed another secret to him. A dark fantasy of hers that Harry would be fulfilling today in fact. She'd always longed for someone to catch her out. Not to expose her… but to take advantage of her weakness. Of her helplessness.
As Professor Sinistra lectures them all about the stars and the night sky, Harry keeps his wand sheathed and focuses on using his magic both silently and wandlessly. Not only would having his wand out potentially draw the attention of his fellow students seated around him… but he also needed to practice in this younger body of his if he ever wanted to regain the mastery he'd once laid claim to. He was still proficient at this type of magic, especially now that he had access to Bellatrix's magic, but proficiency alone wasn't going to be good enough for what he would need to do in the future.
For this much though? For giving Aurora Sinistra a nice, proper scare? It was more than good enough. Hiding his grin, Harry's emerald eyes flash as the Astronomy Class continues on. Reaching out with his magic, careful not to be too obvious, he runs his senses over the shields covering Aurora's toys. The shielding charms that the Professor is using are solid, standard, and strong… but also over a decade out of date.
It's not her fault of course, but Harry can't help mentally tsking in amusement, even as he finds the weaknesses in her shields and slips right on through. From there, he's able to detect the nipple and clit piercings that she's currently wearing under her robes. Such naughty, naughty little toys, Professor Sinistra. For shame. For… shame.
Once he can detect them, knowing what they are, it's child's play to take control of them. The hard part is usurping control without Aurora herself noticing. After all, they're attuned to her magic first and foremost. If he'd been ham-fisted about it, the Astronomy Professor would have immediately known that something was wrong, and might have even tried to stop him. She might have succeeded too, because it wasn't as though Harry could turn this into an overt duel in the middle of an ongoing class.
But he was good. Better than her. Better, maybe, than anyone else alive at this point in time. He'd experienced things that none of them had experienced. He'd come back from a future he wouldn't want to wish on any of them. Regardless, the point was… he'd backdoored her piercings with the Professor none the wiser. And that meant it was time to… play.
He starts off subtle. Waiting until Aurora is not only mid-sentence, but also mid-motion… he sends out a twinge through her left nipple right as she turns.
"And so you can see Class, how the-ah!"
The sting that she experiences on that breast is more than she should be experiencing from just some simple movement and friction… but it can still be waved away as nothing more than that. Still, the Astronomy Professor does have to pause for a moment, as well as wave off the concerns of a few of the students.
"I'm fine. Where was I?"
Harry, allowing a small smile to creep onto his face now, sits patiently, waiting for the next opportunity to present itself. When it comes… when there's a natural moment with which he can tweak her right nipple the same as he tweaked her left, he does exactly that. This time, to his mild chagrin, Aurora is almost ready for it. Her breath hitches, but she doesn't completely stop in her tracks. No one else in the class even seems to notice her reaction, though Harry can definitely see it.
Moving on from her nipples, he reaches out with his mind for her clit instead. This piercing, he knows from experience, is more sensitive than both of her nipple piercings combined. Out of respect for Aurora, he waits until she's standing behind her desk before reaching out and giving it a prod. The sudden sting as she moves to sit down makes the Astronomy Professor jump and almost double over as a gasp leaves her beautiful, plump lips.
But ultimately, she manages to recover admirably, and barely anyone notices that one either. Sitting there behind her desk, the Astronomy Professor continues her lecture without seemingly any intention of standing up further. If Harry didn't know any better, he'd say he managed to scare her into planting her gloriously fat ass in her chair so that no further movements could cause her piercings to sting her in such a manner again.
Amusing to say the least, but Harry supposed now was as good a time as any to move onto the main event. So far, it's obvious that she doesn't suspect the truth. But then to be fair, it shouldn't have been possible for someone like him to usurp control of her toys. Not without the Professor at least knowing that control had been usurped.
With her voice regaining strength and her lecture returning to it's previous volume, Harry tilts his head to the side… and reaches out with his magic towards the last of her toys. Namely, the large butt plug buried in her anus. The large MAGICAL butt plug that Harry currently had complete control over.
Smirking idly now, the time-displaced wizard ultimately goes with the simplest option. He turns the butt plug on. After all, it has a multitude of settings, which Aurora had confessed she never used while she was in class. She'd parade around in front of her unknowing students with piercings and a butt plug buried in her ass, but actually using it? That was a step too far for her.
Which is why it's so gratifying to see the shocked expression on the Astronomy Professor's face as she goes silent from the sudden vibrations in her positively weak asshole. Aurora's ass was even more sensitive than her nipples and her clit. The butt plug she chose to wear up there, when vibrating at full force, could bring her to a rapid climax all on its own. Obviously, Harry wasn't trying to make her cum her brains out in front of her own students. That would be too far.
He goes for half-power instead, and watches as she has to clutch at the edge of her desk, her teeth clacking shut mid-sentence once more as she damn near bites her tongue. There's a pause as silence falls over the classroom, and then the Professor speaks.
"Class is… dismissed."
The funny thing is, Harry can tell what she's thinking. She's a little afraid of being found out… but more than that, she's aroused. Likely, she imagines her toys are on the fritz. That they're betraying her because they're breaking down or something. That does seem far more likely than what's actually happening, doesn't it? There's a small tendril of panic in Aurora's voice, and it's obvious she fears being found out by her students and thrown out of Hogwarts if the butt plug in her ass suddenly decides to go to full power without her say so.
However, there's also a hint of pleasure in Aurora's voice. She likes this. She's enjoying herself, enjoying being brought to the brink of discovery like this. She wouldn't be averse to being toyed with outside of her control some more, but her good sense is keeping her from trying to continue the lesson all the same.
Harry, meanwhile, can feel her attempts to shut her toys off, to deactivate them all. He doesn't let that happen, blocking her efforts from the shadows without her any the wiser. This only furthers her arousal, but also her panic. In the end, her only choice is to kick them all out so she can have some privacy.
"Professor? Are you-?"
"I said class dismissed! Out! Now! All of you! Unless you wish to lose House Points and serve Detentions!"
That gets everyone moving. Even Harry, though he only does so because he doesn't want to make it too obvious that he's doing this. After all, he hasn't decided just yet whether he wants to confront her here and now, or let her stew for a little while longer. There are a lot of female Professors at Hogwarts after all.
A lot of work to be done in convincing a lot of witches with settled, solidified magic that he was their best bet at a prosperous future.