The evening following his admission, nine o’clock found James standing outside the door to his father’s study. His hands were clammy and he was shifting his feet nervously. It surprised James how nervous he actually was, seeing as he had been walking around restlessly the entire day, glancing at the clock every other minute, eagerly awaiting his sister’s bedtime. He had made arrangements with his dad to come to his office after Lily was tucked in to watch his dad’s memory together.
And now he was standing there; hands clammy, forehead breaking sweat and breath quickening. James wiped his hands on his trousers and took a deep breath, pursing his lips as he blew out slowly. Then he shook his arms, cricked his neck, and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” his dad’s voice sounded.
James walked in.
“Good evening, James,” his dad said.
“H-hi,” James croaked.
“You sound a little nervous,” his dad said. “I thought you’d be looking forward to this?”
“I was. I am. It’s just… unusual I guess.” James had a hard time looking his dad in the eyes and let his eyes flicker anywhere but at him.
His father walked to the drinks cabinet and retrieved two glasses.
“What would you like to drink this evening, James?”
“I can choose?” James asked.
“Sure,” his dad said.
James walked over to the drinks cabinet and peered in.
“That one,” he said, pointing at a large square bottle half full of clear liquid.
“Gin,” his dad said. “Excellent choice.” He poured a generous amount in both glasses and handed one to James, then lifted his own glass in a salute.
James took a deep sip and felt his throat burn and he was unable not to grimace.
“Cheers,” his dad said and winked, then tilted his glass and emptied it in one sip.
James coughed as he tried to gulp down the drink as fast as his father.
His dad smiled at that. “We’ll get you there.” He took James’ glass and put both glasses on the desk. “Ready, James?” he asked.
“Yeah,” James said. His nervousness had already subsided considerably.
“I, for one, have been looking very much forward to this.” He smirked as he unstopped the phial and poured the contents into the pensieve.
“Come, James; let’s jump in.” He smiled as James moved to the pensieve and lowered his head.
***
They were standing in a club. A muggle dance club. Where very loud house music was playing, making communication practically impossible. People were grinding against each other on the dance floor and crowding the bar area, trying to catch the bartender’s attention.
“Where the hell are we?” James shouted.
“Soho,” his dad shouted back.
“Where are you?” James asked.
As an answer his dad pointed his finger in the direction of the bar. Memory- dad was leaning on the bar, a mostly untouched pint of beer standing in front of him. He was tracing the rim of his glass with his index finger. His memory-dad was looking down as if studying a stain on the bar, but James could tell that he was focusing intently on something else.
As they moved closer a conversation between two girls standing at the bar a bit further down became clear.
“How come we can hear them so clearly?” James shouted.
“Extendable ears,” his dad shouted back. “Their conversation is part of the memory.”
The girls looked to be quite young. Seventeen tops. One had short dark brown hair in a stylish haircut. She was quite tall and skinny and was wearing black skinny jeans that made her legs look oddly thin and bony. She also wore a sequinned auburn corsage. Her eyes were painted with a thick layer of dark makeup in an obvious attempt to make her appear older than she was and her lips were painted in an equally thick layer of lipstick matching the colour of her corsage. She didn’t look very pretty. The other girl was quite short and had blonde hair that flowed beautifully down her back. She had more curves than her friend; a nice set of hips and big, firm-looking breasts. She was wearing ridiculously tall black stilettos and a red dress that stopped mid-thigh. It was very low-cut and showed a considerable amount of cleavage. She had soft-looking creamy skin that stood perfectly against the red dress. Her red lipstick made her lips look plush and kissable. Unfortunately she, too, had also chosen to try to make herself look older by applying a ridiculous amount of eye makeup.
“Yeah, so my mum was like: ‘Sarah; you are fifteen years old and you are not going clubbing!’,” the girl in the red dress imitated in a high-pitched voice. She raised her index finger and wagged it in front of her, as she continued, “‘are you completely unaware of how many men are out there just waiting to take advantage of a silly little girl like you?’”
“Sarah,” James said pensively. The name didn’t suit her very well, he thought.
“Doesn’t really fit her, does it?” his dad asked. “I think of her as Blondie.”
“Blondie.” James tasted the name. It was much better.
The skinny tall girl laughed. “So how d’you get away?”
“Pretended to agree with her and went to my room.” The blonde girl – Sarah – Blondie – laughed a small laugh. “I got changed and put my nightgown on and went to say goodnight. Then I turned my telly up loud and climbed out the window.” She looked awfully proud of herself.
“And she didn’t even notice you were wearing your dress underneath?” Skinny Tall Girl asked.
Blondie shook her head. “Nuh-uh.”
They both laughed.
“And I mean, like, everybody’s so nice. She’s completely overreacting. Nobody’s taking advantage. And we get all these free drinks.” She gestured at the considerable amount of empty glasses that were cluttering the bar area where the girls were standing.
Skinny Tall Girl raised her index finger and wagged it at Sarah, imitating what the blonde had done a moment ago. “’Sarah; you are a silly little girl’.”
They both laughed again.
James rolled his eyes.
Suddenly skinny tall girl’s hand flew to her pocket. She pulled out her phone and looked at it. “Shit, it’s from my sister. I told mum and dad I’d be staying with her. Mum called her and wanted to talk to me, but sis told her I’m in the shower. She’s gonna call back in twenty. I gotta go, Sarah.” She looked at Sarah apologetically.
“Oh nooo,” Sarah whined. “We were having so much fuuuun.” She pouted her lips. James rolled his eyes again. Merlin how immature.
“I know, soooryyy,” Skinny Tall Girl whined back.
James snorted at their immaturity and heard his dad make a small laugh next to him. “Ridiculous, aren’t they?” his dad asked.
James just snorted again as reply.
“You wanna walk back together?” Skinny Tall Girl asked.
“No, I think I’ll stay and finish my drink,” Blondie said. “See if I can get someone to buy me another one.”
“Bet you can if you show some cleavage.” Skinny Tall Girl laughed and Blondie giggled.
“But don’t get taken advantage of,” Skinny Tall Girl said with a grin and wagged her index finger.
“Silly little girl,” they said in unison and broke down laughing.
James gagged at their silliness. “Sweet Merlin,” he said. “It’s like she’s almost begging for it.”
“I thought so, too,” his dad said.
“Call you tomorrow, luv,” Skinny Tall Girl said. She gave her friend a hug and left.
Blondie emptied her drink. Then she turned her back to the bar and perused her surroundings, probably looking for someone to buy her next drink. Fucking tease.
“I just cast a warming charm and compulsion charm on her,” James’ dad shouted to James.
James looked to where his memory-dad was sitting at the bar. He spotted the tip of his wand disappearing up his sleeve. Memory-dad – or Memory-Harry, James decided it would be prudent to name him since he was going to witness him having sex – got up and turned to leave without looking at the girl.
This being his dad’s memory, James had to follow Memory-Harry and wasn’t able to stay and watch the girl, though through the corner of his eye he thought he saw her wipe her forehead and fan her face with her hands.
They followed James’ Memory-dad outside through a door marked with a faded No Exit-sign. The door led to an empty back-alley. Memory-Harry positioned himself next to the door, ensuring that he would be hidden by the door when it opened and someone walked out.
After only a few moments the door opened again, and memory-Harry was hidden from view.
Blondie made a sigh of relief when the fresh air hit her face. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the door fall shut, exposing Memory-Harry standing close behind her, unnoticed by the girl.
Memory-Harry had an almost hungry look on his face. No hint of a smile or smirk. His eyes were dark, hard and merciless. He looked scary. Almost evil.
“Psst,” Memory-Harry said, startling the girl who gasped and made a small start as she turned to look.
“Hello, Blondie,” he said quietly. Then, without giving her any time to react, Memory-Harry raised his fist and hit her hard in the face.
James gasped and felt his cock harden. From the corner of his eye he saw his real dad turn his head to look at him. James was pretty sure he was smirking.
Memory-Harry grabbed hold of the shocked girl’s hair and fisted it. He turned and slammed her face first into the brick wall. Then he pressed himself flush up against her, pinning her to the wall. He shook his arm to unfree his wand from the holster and it fell into his hand.
“Colloportus,” Memory-Harry said quietly, pointing at the door and ensuring they would not be disturbed.
The girl whimpered and struggled to try to free herself from her attacker’s grip. Memory-Harry pulled her hair, pulling back her head. He stuck out his tongue and licked her exposed throat. Then he slammed her head into the wall hard. The blonde girl stopped struggling and sobbed loudly.
Memory-Harry leaned in. “You should have listened to your mother. Sarah,” he whispered in her ear, and the girl sobbed again.
“Merlin,” James whispered. He was so hard now. His real dad snickered lightly.
His fist still buried in her hair, Memory-Harry pressed his elbow down between her shoulder blades. He reached down between them to unfasten his belt and trousers. Using one hand Memory-Harry pushed his trousers down over his arse cheeks to free his cock.
James couldn’t help looking at his dad’s cock. It was bigger than his own both in length and width. Better looking than most other cocks he’d seen on his dorm mates and in the ‘Wanton Witch’ magazines he and his dorm mates smuggled in to Hogwarts, and in the ‘Violated’ magazines he wisely kept firmly locked away, unbeknownst to anyone. Then he mentally socked himself for thinking about his father’s cock.
Memory-Harry let his hand slide up the girl’s dress to pull down her knickers. They were innocent little girl’s panties; white and dotted with little red and pink hearts. Then he took hold of his cock and lined it up against her dry pussy.
At the feeling of Memory-Harrys prick lining up against her entrance the girl started screaming and started thrashing around. Memory-Harry immediately snaked his right hand around her to squeeze her throat and moved his left up to cover her mouth with his hand while squeezing her nose shut with his index finger and thumb.
“Shut up, you fucking cunt,” Memory-Harry said.
James’ trousers felt uncomfortably tight and he was pretty sure he made an actual whimper.
The girl shut up. Memory-Harry removed his hand from her throat and moved it down to line up his prick again. She screamed into his hand as he pushed in.
“Fuck,” James whimpered, and was unable to resist anymore. Hands shaking with need, he quickly unbuttoned his trousers and freed his cock from the too tight space, immediately beginning to stroke it as he watched his Memory-dad fuck the girl hard; one hand still covering her mouth and the other resting next to her head on the brick wall for support.
Next to him, his dad unbuttoned his own trousers and started wanking as well. It seemed he had just been waiting for James to cave in. To James’ surprise it didn’t feel nearly as inappropriate to be wanking alongside his dad as it had the last time. This time it very nearly felt natural. Nearly.
James was consumed in watching Memory-Harry fucking the girl, when suddenly a sharp voice was heard from their left.
“What the fuck is goin’ on ‘ere?”
Memory-Harry looked to the side in the direction of the voice. The girl, whose eyes had been shut tight since Memory-Harry pushed in, opened them wide, and James could see hope filling her teary mascara smeared eyes. Three burly men were standing a little further down the alley, taking in the spectacle. James wondered why they asked. It was pretty obvious to him that the girl was there against her will.
“Leave us be and you can have her after,” Memory-Harry said.
The three men looked at each other. One of them gave a small nod. “Yeah, alright.” The men started waiting for their turn, watching the show intently.
“Did you cast a spell on them, too?” James asked.
“Nope,” his dad answered. “They were just very easily persuaded. I’m fairly certain they would have expected her to repay the favour anyway if they had chosen to try to rescue her.”
James directed his attention to his Memory-dad fucking the unfortunate girl again.
Memory-Harry smiled a feral smile at the men’s acceptance, and the girl screamed into his fist again with the knowledge that the nightmare had most likely just begun.
“I believe I told you to shut up,” Memory-Harry said. He let the index finger and thumb of the hand covering her mouth squeeze her nose shut, cutting off her air supply. He snuck his other arm around her and squeezed it tight around her throat again.
The girl tried to shake her head to get Memory-Harry to let her breathe but he kept his hold on her throat, mouth and nose as he continued fucking her viciously. Soon her head turned red from lack of oxygen and after a few minutes her eyes started flickering and she started sagging against the wall.
James’ hand was a blur as he stroked himself. “Oh dear god,” he whimpered, attracting his dad’s attention.
“Careful, James,” his dad said as he continued stroking himself. “You don’t want to come yet; there’s plenty more to come.”
James slowed down. His dad was right. It wouldn’t do to come before he’d seen it all, tempting though it may be.
Finally Memory-Harry let go of her and she gasped and coughed for air. He pulled out quickly and the girl winced. He then took firm hold of her hair, pulled her away from the wall and threw her on the ground. She landed hard on her back, knocking the air out of her. Memory-Harry was upon her immediately, forcing her legs apart and positioning himself between them. He reached down to adjust his prick, and thrust into her once again. He was resting on one elbow and forearm as he moved his hand up her side almost gently and let it continue over her breast and up to her collarbone. He curled his fingers and took hold of the red fabric covering her tits, and pulled down to expose them.
“Look at me,” he said softly as he squeezed her tit.
The girl sobbed and didn’t look. Memory-Harry moved his hand from her tit and slapped her in the face hard several times. “Do as I say or I will kill you.”
She looked him in the eyes and Memory-Harry removed his hand to fondle her breast again. She looked deliciously scared and panicked.
“Remember my face,” he told her as he continued to thrust into her. Remember my eyes. My hair colour. My skin tone. Every time you see someone with the same colour eyes or hair or skin, a similar outfit, a similar scent, you will remember this.”
The girl sobbed harder but didn’t look away.
“Listen to the beat of the music,” Memory-Harry continued. James suddenly became aware of the soft beat that was audible through the closed door. “Every time you hear this song – this beat – you will think of this.
“Every time you look at your silly little friend, you will remember that she abandoned you and caused this to happen to you.
“Every time you try to make love to someone you will know that I had you first. Every time someone comes inside you, you will know that I did first.”
At those words the girl started struggling again with renewed powers. “No, please, please don’t,” she sobbed. “I’m not on the pill. Please don’t.”
“I don’t care,” Memory-Harry answered. He picked up pace again, panting and grunting as he pounded into her.
The girl was crying, occasionally begging “Please” or “don’t” or “please don’t do this”.
Memory-Harry let go of the girl’s tit and moved his arm so both elbows were now resting on the ground on either side of her shoulders. He moved his hands to her hair and fisted them in it tightly, holding her head firmly in place.
It was obvious to James that Memory-Harry was almost there, so he allowed himself to finally speed up his hand’s movements on his prick. Next to him his dad was doing the same thing.
“And every time you look in the mirror and see your scar you will remember this,” Memory-Harry said.
James wondered which scar his Memory-dad was talking about; he hadn’t seen any.
Then Memory-Harry lowered his head and bit down on the girl’s cheek hard, breaking the skin and causing her to scream out loud.
Oh, James thought. That would leave a scar.
“And know that you brought this on yourself. You instigated this by choosing to go out dressed like that. By accepting drinks from strangers. Flirting. Teasing. This is what happens to fucking little teasing cunts.”
The girl kept on screaming in pain and soon Memory-Harry hammered his cock into her, pumping her molested pussy full of come.
James was not far behind. He moved to stand directly next to the girl and then crouched down. He took aim and came hard, shooting the pearly white essence in the direction of her face.
Spent, he turned to look at his dad. His dad was still stroking his cock, his other hand inside his trousers, fondling his balls. His eyes were half closed and he was biting his lip. Few moments after, he also came, aiming at the girl.
Memory-Harry had stood up while James had been watching his dad, and was now zipping his trousers and adjusting his clothes.
He turned to look at the three men, still standing there waiting their turn. “All yours,” he said. Then he walked past them, not sparing the girl a second glance. This being his father’s memory, James had to follow him, though he would have liked to see what the men planned on doing with her.
So James turned and followed Memory-Harry walking away from the s scene.
The girl screamed behind them.
*
James pulled his head out of the pensieve as the memory ended.
He stood speechless for a while then uttered a simple, “wow”. He slowly turned to look at his dad, an almost awed expression on his face.
His dad smirked. “Thought you’d like it.”
James nodded. “Yeah.”
“Sit.” His dad nodded in the direction of a chair and they both sat down.
“It was the one most similar to the scenario you described yesterday,” his dad continued. “That’s why I chose that one.”
James grinned and made a small laugh. “It was perfect.”
His father went to the drinks cabinet and picked a round bottle containing dark golden liquid.
“Cognac,” his father explained as he passed James a glass.
“I’m fairly certain mum would resent you teaching me how to drink,” James said with a small smile while twirling the cognac in his glass.
His dad raised an eyebrow. “I’m fairly certain your mother would resent any of this. So let’s not tell her.”
“Fair point,” James answered and drank.
When James had finished his drink his dad clapped his hands together. “So, are we meeting again on Thursday?”
“Yes,” James said immediately then added, “Do you have to go on that camping trip with Al and Scorpius?”
His dad laughed. “Yes, son, I have to. It won’t hurt you to wait another couple of days. Use the memory from today when you rub off. And think about which memory of yours you want us to watch when I get back.”
“All right,” James said, resigned. He stood up. “Night, dad. And thanks. It was awesome.”
“Always a pleasure, son,” his dad said and also stood.
When outside his dad’s office, James leaned against the door and let out a content sigh. As long as there were more memories like this to come, he could wait until Thursday.