The events before his 15th birthday and in his last year at school were still too good in his memories, and since that moment he had a natural fear, which dominated him and made him almost physically ill.
Last year, in his fourth year at school, he had been entered into the Triwizard Tournament without wanting to. Someone had thrown his name into the trophy and he had to enter or he would lose his magic. Somehow he had managed to get through the trials to the final. But the only thing that remained in his memory was fear. A fear that dominated his every sense.
It had made his skin clammy, his heart racing, so that the nurse, who was bound to secrecy, had put him under sedatives from the interview with the Daily Prophet onwards. So his heart had calmed down and it was no longer beating too fast. But unfortunately it couldn't stop everything else, he hardly slept, if at all, and he couldn't eat much any more either. He had always been slim, but even if others didn't see it, he was now too petite.
So his body had to endure not only a tense mood, but also hunger, lack of sleep, and a host of other ailments over the past year. At the final, he had been a living corpse, but with the help of a multitude of books that you were allowed to use thanks to your participation in the tournament, he had used some spells. So at the final, they all saw only a slightly younger, and smaller, participant than what he actually was.
So he stood in front of this gigantic maze, in front of him not only a large number of dangerous creatures and curses, no, his three opponents would also be there and they would not only be older than him, but also more experienced.
Behind him, a cheering crowd who had joined in this perfidious game without hesitation. In his research, he had found out that the population or even his guardian, his magical one, could prevent a participant 3 years younger than him from taking part.
When the boy known as Harry Potter found himself at this point in his life, caught up in mortal fear, and with expectations that were not baseless, it happened for the first time. He felt a heat deep inside him, a burning and a thought that cried out for protection, for safety.
This burning spread from his chest, well better from his hearts, up and down, it hurt and yet Harry was used to it, surrounded by pain and suffering, so he could ignore it. Along with the others he set off and entered the maze, and besides the dangers he overcame he ended up standing with Cedric Diggory in front of the cup.
They had decided to both touch the cup, The nightmare began, Harry was chained to a tombstone, blood was drawn from him, and then he was revived, the dark lord. Harry didn't want to fight this one, but it was like racing against his instincts and upbringing. His instincts, along with the burning, still called for protection, and to feel safe, but the upbringing that had influenced him over the last few years forced him to defend. The curses flew back and forth between the two, with Harry only able to do light disarming spells or protection spells. The Dark Lord or Voldemord, on the other hand, used torture curses, and also the deadliest of all. As the last of their curses combined, his parents appeared to Harry and in a moment of slow motion he was able to talk to them. "Mum...Dad..., I, I'm sorry....it's burning....," he spoke to them. "Harry, we're sorry. For leaving you alone...we love you." his mother told him, looking at him with the same green eyes he had. His father had love for him too, but his voice had a serious tone, "My son go to Sun Gods, I'm so sorry for what I did, but I wanted to protect you. Go to Gringotts...love you!" As the two disappeared Harry took the chance, grabbed Diggory and the cup, and disappeared. After that, events were horrific. Diggory was badly injured and in a coma, and he was naturally asked what had happened. He didn't want to say anything, but the wizard Karkaroff and the headmaster of Durmstrang School made it clear to everyone that he was back.
They believed the wizard and Harry didn't know what to think. He said nothing about the facts, he kept silent even though Dumbledore kept asking what Harry had experienced there and what had happened. But Harry kept quiet, and so the school year ended. Harry knew that he would not get to Gringotts until the end of the holidays, so he set off to visit his relatives. His friends asked him many questions, and even strangers wanted to know if it was true that he had risen again. But Harry kept silent, and in the end it was thanks to Pomfrey that he was left alone. He spent the remaining days until the beginning of the holidays in the hospital wing, his injuries were healed quickly, but not his mental ones, as she said. He received many visitors, but he did not speak. Not with his friends.
Not with Pomfrey or Dumbledore. Then came Unknown Faces, a powerful dark-skinned Auror called Kingsley, and he was not only tall but powerful. Ever since the burning had started in Harry, he could feel the magic around someone and could tell how powerful they were. And this Auror was powerful, and Harry enjoyed how the magic from these made the burning recede a little. "Harry, could you tell me what happened?" this one also asked. Harry watched the man for a moment longer, and had to look up a lot, for this one was tall and dressed in a black suit with a dark blue robe. His face with a scar on the right side, and otherwise a very aristocratic form. Despite the request and the magic that enveloped him, Harry also turned away from them and closed his eyes. Kingsley looked pleadingly at the nurse, "Has he spoken to them, can they say anything or do they know anything?" "Harry is in shock and he will not speak again until he is ready," she explained, looking sadly at her patient. Kingsley was a strong man and a serious one, also described by many as cold, but the events at the Triwizard Tournament had shaken everyone. The newspaper on the dessert table showed him that the boy in front of him also knew about it.
There were fights, at first only underground, but there were also murders and crimes. Many dark beings and also mages now came out of exile, hoping that they would finally find a place in this world. In addition, the dark lord had sent a message. He set conditions, which no one from the ministry was willing to fulfil, and so they ended up in a second war. Unhappy to receive no information, and one last look at the slim, pale boy, he left. After that Harry had peace for a few days, but then his teacher Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy came and discussed something with the nurse. Harry was often seen sitting on his bed with a book in front of him, but his eyes also fell on the two wizards. One with straight black hair, pale skin, a crooked nose and dark eyes dressed in black robes.
Lucius Malfoy stood out with his long light blond hair, aristocratic features on his face, clear grey eyes and dressed in noble robes. Most noticeable to Harry, however, was the magic around the two of them, for it too was powerful and took away some of the burning, but now he noticed for the first time that the burning did not disappear but wandered and that made him uneasy. Quickly turning the thought away, his gaze wandered to the others present. The two mighty ones were by now beside his bed and his professor spoke to him: "Mr. Potter, refrain from this behaviour, you only want attention. I expect you to return to class in the last few days..." But this was interrupted by the voice, the nurse interfered. "Professor Snape, even if you are a genius in the field of Potions, it is my field you are in, Mister Potter is not able to attend classes. Besides, the whole wizarding world has had enough of a 14-year-old," she said, shooing the Potions Master out.
Lucius Malfoy, however, still turned to him, "Mr. Potter I am here on Ministry business, that you have achieved the cup together with Mr. Diggory, the winnings have been split between you and him. So they will receive half, we will have it taken to their Gringotts dungeon and..." The man's speech was interrupted as Harry took a parchment and wrote something on it. It said, "Could you accompany me to Gringotts for the holidays?" This was a knee-jerk reaction from Harry, he had to go there and he had no one to accompany him. Even though a new war was apparently starting now, Harry simply didn't care. The burning and the thoughts, instincts that is, cried out for freedom, safety and also protection. "You want me to accompany you?" the aristocrat inquired. Harry nodded. He expected a negative answer, but was surprised. "Ok, the holidays start on Friday. I would suggest Monday,how will they get to London or do you want me to pick them up?" Surprised, the boy looked up at the man, and wrote on the parchment. "I live at 4 Privet Way in Surrey, could you come and get me there?" Again the man nodded. "Ok Mr Potter, I will see you next Monday around ten I would say...Goodbye Mr Potter." the man said and left. Harry spent the entire week until Friday in the hospital wing, sheltered by Pomfrey and protected from all guests. Even Dumbledore was kicked out by the resolute nurse, on the last day the house elves brought him his things and it the nurse accompanied him to the station. Harry spent the journey sleeping in an empty compartment and he hated it when he arrived, his uncle grabbed him and his things, then they drove to Surrey. Harry listened to his uncles talk during the journey but ignored it most of the time. This was what had been happening lately, and so today was Monday. Harry had finished early that morning, packed his essentials into a rucksack and then gone outside to wait. The last two days he had ignored his family and just done his chores and then disappeared to his room. Yesterday he had informed them with the help of a note that he would disappear. Because today, after the appointment, he intended to disappear and never set foot in the magic world again.
His uncle had reacted mixedly, but he had ignored it. Now he was waiting for his pick-up command. He had even deliberately put on his nicest clothes, a pair of black tight jeans, and over them a dark blue shirt with long sleeves, but made of thinner material. Then a dark grey waistcoat and his only summer boots. With these he hoped not to embarrass Mister Malfoy. The burning in his body had not diminished, and he was getting used to it by now. Madame Pomfrey didn't know how to help him either, she had never come across a case like this before. Harry was distracted from his thoughts when he heard the sound of a car stopping right in front of him.
Surprised at the Muggle technique, Harry looked up and quickly got into the open door when he saw a man approaching from the side. In the car, a limousine, Harry sat in the farthest seat, next to him Mister Malfoy and opposite them a stranger with very fair skin, tall and broad-shouldered, his face narrow and his dark brown hair cut short. His cold dark brown eyes lingered on Harry's figure, but he was distracted not only by appearances but also by magic. It was powerful, viscous and dark as it trickled over him. Harry shuddered at the immense mass of power, if you added Lucius Malfoy's as well. But he also shuddered as the magic caused this burning he was plagued with to stop and retreat to one spot. No, not one spot, two he now realised and it made him blush. "Mister Potter, are you all right?" asked his neighbour on the back bench.
"What, why...?" asked Harry back distracted by his reactions. As distracted as he was to speak again. Was it magic that gave him the power to do this again. "You whimpered..." the dark voice of his counterpart rang out. "Whimpered, why...", Harry began, interrupting himself. Of course he had whimpered, and he might as well sigh and whoop, as well as scream, because he wished that magic would hover around him forever. "You're talking again. Well anyway, this is my colleague Mister Thomas...he had to go to Gringotts today too, do you mind if we accompany you.",Mister Malfoy informed him, almost unimpressed by the return of speech. "I have no problem with that, Mister Malfoy. Rather I would ask them for help...I have no idea what to expect at Gringotts, only what is wrong." "You are naïve if you just let strangers see into your financial situation," Mister Thomas hissed. "I agree with that, Mister Potter. You don't know me or Mister Thomas, to be more accurate with the ubiquitous state of our world, it's even stupid," Mister Malfoy's voice also rang out. Harry made himself small at the words of the two gentlemen, but what could he do.
He had the feeling that something was going more than wrong and now he had these two gentlemen here, spraying their magic all over the place, but that was exactly why he felt he could trust them. Silently he spent the ride when after a long time they stopped in front of a large musty building in the middle of London. "Where are we?" "This is the Muggle entrance to Gringotts, as is the Ministry. Only a few are allowed to use this entrance, and most take the public one...", Mister Thomas explained him. All three got out, and went in through a side entrance. They found themselves in the hall of Gringotts and approached one of the goblins. "Your being here..." the latter asked, "Griphok right? Harry Potter, I wanted to ask you something about my parents?", Harry's voice sounded from behind the two large men. "Mister Potter, very pleased to see you again." "You know his name Mister Potter...?" asked Thomas. "He accompanied me here the first time then, so why wouldn't I know his name..." "Mister Potter, you want to talk about your parents...may I know why?" asked Griphok. "Could we do this in a non-public room..." asked Harry. "Of course, follow me...and your companions?" the latter stated and led the way.
"They're coming with me..." The three followed the goblin to an office, this one true large enough to let them four sit down. Harry sat down on an armchair in front of the goblin and the other two next to it, the goblin behind a desk. "Mister Potter , I'll be honest with you now, why weren't you here four years ago...and only now?" the goblin asked. "It has something to do with what happened a few weeks ago, I don't know how, but I met the spirits of my parents and my father told me it was important to come here...and that he was sorry. Did my parents leave a will?" He did not see the men next to him exchange a glance. Griphok looked at the boy in front of him and drew out his hand. Several files appeared in front of him and he went through them until he held a dark brown letter. "Yes, they left one. You are welcome to read it...", and handed it to Harry.
Harry took it and read it through, or wanted to, but the letter opened and the voice of Lilly Potter echoed in the room. "My beloved son, when you have opened this letter, I and your father will no longer be alive. We love you my child, but we had to do everything we could to protect you, so we went to the safe house and trusted Dumbledore. But if we are no longer alive, there has been a betrayal and this could only have happened through Dumbledore. Sirius, your godfather will have told you that it was Peter who knew our house but that was not the truth. We used a double feint, and where Peter knew where we lived, only Dumbledore recognised the residence we were really in. But some nights we were in our fake house and this only he knew. Harry don't trust him...", and the message from his mother ended, but immediately afterwards his father began to speak.
So he also asked himself, was he already awake or not yet, and with what inclination. His gaze also fell on Mister Thomas, or rather the dark lord, who had also become aware of the power in the boy. The master had indeed had this thought, but even more that this was a consort at his side and now he only wondered if he had already awakened. "Mister Potter, I promise to keep quiet about this. I have also just cast spells on the office that even the two gentlemen cannot give anything further..." "What!", Griphok was interrupted by Mister Malfoy.
"Mister Malfoy although you may not appreciate this, to us magical creatures such a being is a sanctity and we would protect it. You humans are greedy, and even though Mister Potter has not yet awakened, I can tell you that the boy is still a minor. This information, in the wrong hands, can destroy everything. Especially the boy..." "Griphok, what have we left my parents..." came the hesitant voice of Harry. He only wanted to get away from the wizarding world and from Allen after this information. "Mister Potter, you have inherited the title Lord Potter. I'll give you the signet ring and a few other things. Here we have a listing.", and the goblin handed him a piece of paper.
Properties
Potter Castle England, Pottera Villa Italy, Lux Castle France, Hia Villa Bali, Potter House New Zealand, Canter Castle Ireland, Apartment USA New York, Apartment USA San Francisco, Apartment Hong Kong, Apartment Japan Tokyo.
(All buildings are equipped with a corresponding number of house elves loyally serving House Potter)
Assets
Market Shares Companies Value 200,000,000 Galleons
General Assets Potter Dungeons Value 500,000,000 Galleons
Other dungeons Value 100.000.000
Seats
School Board (taken by Mister Dumbledore)
Gamot(taken by Mister Dumbledore)
Other Inheritances
Evans Estate Value 100,000,000 Galleons
Perverl Property Value 200.000.000 Galleons
Property
Potter inheritance, through Perverel, to Gryffendore 25 per cent of the school.
Harry read it through calmly and quickly calculated that he was rich enough to dive. So he turned to Griphok. "Are the buildings protected, and are there portkeys to them?" "Yes, Mister Potter. The best protected building is in France, the Lux castle with similar spells to Hogwarts and only they can allow who comes in, there is a small village nearby and in addition there are around 20 house elves on site, if they haven't multiplied by now. The building has several amenities, such as a huge park, several guest houses, a horse riding facility, a small lake, the castle itself, swimming facilities, modern muggle equipment and all fully furnished." "What about a library, and could I do magic there too?" another Harry interrupted him. Thinking and looking at the boy, the goblin realised what he was about to do and nodded to both of them. "Mister, no Lord Potter they would be perfectly safe there. There are also some owls that are untraceable, and the fireplace in connected to an office of Gringotts. I could even set up a connection to me. Am I right in assuming that they would want to be sequestered..." Harry glanced at the goblin, and also briefly at the wizards at his side.
The two were watching him closely. But ignoring them, Harry turned back to the goblin. "Yes, ever since I came to the wizarding world, I've been thrust into everything I didn't want to do without preparation. I was supposed to be the saviour, a prodigy, but then not too much, because then I could become dangerous. I don't want all that, I always wanted to be Harry and then the last year. All these people should realise that I'm just a stupid, naive child. Not even with a decent guardian. No one believed me at first or helped me get saved from that stupid tournament and I investigated, they should have stopped it. I was just lucky, Griphok. Just luck and such a fear of expectations, but also of the wizarding world's handle, why don't they protect their offspring, the next generation. And that independent of me, the others were just 17 and then you are supposed to participate in a tournament where there have already been deaths...sorry, but I don't want anymore. Do you have a..." "A portkey, yes, I'll have it brought. But first their signet ring.", and Griphok gave him the ring. Harry put this on. "Mister Potter, they can't...they." began Mister Malfoy.
"You want to run away like a coward..." spoke Mister Thomas. "No, not because I'm a coward. It's not because I'm tired of living... Mister Malfoy say, they their master. I'm not going along with this, let him deal with them, he wants to, but I don't.", Harry spoke it clearly and exhaled as another goblin came. He stood and stretched, even though the burning was getting stronger again. Maybe if he was just away from Allen, though, things would calm down. Away from these abominations that called themselves humans. "Griphok, you are welcome to visit me. And I'd be grateful with the link to you, but otherwise they're silent. Mister Malfoy and Mister Thomas, I would be grateful if they would also keep quiet about everything, because they want to. I just want..." Harry interrupted himself and felt tears forming. He could take no more, that was the truth. "Mister Potter, we don't know each other...but when I think about your story, and all that I've heard today, it's the right decision. Maybe there are still people who think like you, don't give up on our world. And you can write to me if something is...", Mister Thomas started and stood up.
"I agree with my colleagues, and if something is, they can write to me too," Mister Malfoy continued. "Good luck, Mister Potter..." was all he heard Griphok's voice say as he grabbed the small caste and disappeared. He emerged in front of a large door, a wooden one and above it was written something in Latin. Taking a breath and ignoring pain, he opened the door, and beheld a large reception hall. Many house elves quickly appeared and one with a golden plug in her ear approached him. "Welcome Lord Potter..." Harry could hardly reply at first, the large reception hall exceeded his expectations. The floor wasn't marble, or anything very stately, it was just a high quality dark parquet floor and it looked very inviting because of the furniture. "Hello, are you the elves here?" "Yes, my lord. There are about 20 of us elves, my name is Gilly and I'm the head elf!" "Head elf?"
"Harry, my son I am so sorry, but there is something else you need to know and I pray you find out soon enough. Harry, you are my descendant and my heir, but that also means you have the stupid of Naturalis Magica in you. Your mother also had this in her, and through the two bloodlines it affects you 100 per cent. Naturalis Magica are people with a high percentage of magic in them and this also affects their instincts, they have more primal instincts and these are only awakened in mortal danger with high sets of stress. When they awaken, they have a tendency to bind their magic to other strong mages, though usually only one branch of magic, dark or light. Dark or light is decided on the basis of stress and fear of death, and that means if it is dark magic you are more inclined to light and vice versa. Now the most important thing, your instincts will at first be only in the form of a feeling of burning and then they will centre around strong partners and then they will erupt and you will bind yourself to some of them forever.
To strengthen this bond, and the protection through it, your body will go into a constant state of breeding. You as a man can also get pregnant, and this is what your body will try to do in a constant cycle from your partner. It sounds terrible on the one hand, but on the other hand you will also be protected by them forever and as they also have only a higher magic than you, you will also live long. Harry, Naturalis Magica are very appreciated and there are only a few in the world, everyone will wish to be your partner if you awaken. I hope you do not fall into such danger. We love you my darling, and remember, I bequeath you everything of my family."
"I love you, little one..." came his mother's voice one last time. The office was enveloped in silence as everyone seemed to be processing this news. The goblin looked with admiration at the boy before him, for even if others did not perceive it. He sensed it though and after the realisation in Harry's eyes, so did he. Harry could scream inside, he knew it was true. That it was the truth and that it affected him. The heat, the feelings. The tournament was only bright magic in the broadest sense, but what scared him to death was the population who were willing to sacrifice young adults and in his case a child. Only no one knew yet that he had awakened, did they? Harry looked up and also recognised the realisation in Griphok's eyes. Correction, Harry thought, someone knew. Next to him Mister Thomas and on the other side Mister Malfoy sat upright, their magic had doubled probably due to the excitement and only now Harry realised how powerful they both were. Mister Lucius Malfoy was a powerful man, whether magically or politically, and he too knew the honour of being partners with such a powerful being. All sought such partners, not only for the loyalty, power and strong offspring, but also that one's magic is doubled in such cases. In addition, these creatures were said to be not only very sexual, but also lovable and good partners, and mothers, or in Mister Potter's case, fathers. His gaze fell on the boy, and saw his exchange with the goblin, why was there a recognition in their eyes.
"Yes, that means I do the distribution of tasks and so, I also know what needs to be done..." "Ok, could you show and tell me everything...I plan to stay here and not return to England, but that also means I have to do my training here somehow." The elf with the gold earring, sent everyone away and asked Harry to follow her. They walked from the hall to the left, through a large door. The door led into a large hall, where in front of him and to the left side were cosy sitting room sets. At the other end there was a dining area on the left and there was also an open kitchen. "The kitchen is the private kitchen, many members of the Potter family love to cook for themselves, only on special occasions do we cook. Most of the time we are busy cleaning, or tidying. But they can also give us the task of cooking something at any time. In the open kitchen, there is a hatch in the floor that leads to our living quarters, and our kitchen," Gilly explained. Harry looked around and was glad not to see the ostentatious design as of other purebloods.
"Why is it so cosy here?" asked e. "The last lord, her grandfather decided to take this place just for the family. There is a house in the compound that is taken for business. And this one is for family and friends." came the explanation as they walked back into the hall. There was another door on the other side and it opened into a small hallway with three doors. "Behind the first door is a bathroom, behind the second is a study and a study room with a library." Harry looked into these rooms too, the bathroom in shades of blue, the study with many documents, and books dominated by a large desk. The study room on the other hand a mixture of a small classroom, with 5 benches and chairs in front of it, a blackboard and all sorts of things for study, as well as a large looking library. "The rooms are conjured larger?" "Yes, my lord. Just down here to accommodate all the books with." Next they both went up the stairs, and were in a small hallway, with stairs one floor up. Here, too, there were two doors leading off.
The house elf explained, "Here are the children's rooms on either side. Ten of them in all, each for two people and with their own small bathroom. On the top floor, on one side is the master bedroom, balcony, with bathroom and another small room for babies. And on the other side another bedroom door children of younger age." All the rooms Harry looked at were very comfortably designed and he could tell he felt right at home. There was access to the covered terrace downstairs in the common room, and you could also go into the garden from there. In the garden, which was similar to a park, there was a pool in a conservatory, and a building with a training hall, laboratories and other useful things. Harry was very tired from all the impressions, and after a short farewell he went to the master bedroom. The bed was big enough for up to ten people, but Harry fell into it. He could look out from there over the balcony into the garden,as it was also on a raised platform. Now he could finally take a breath and he did so for two seconds as the burning of his transformation reignited. As soon as he was really awake, he told himself that he had to look for it in the library.
But now he tried to block out the pain and closed his eyes. Darkness enveloped him and he drifted off to sleep. Several kilometres away, in a hall with dark armchairs and an eerie atmosphere. In one of them sat Mister Thomas, or now with the red glowing eyes better known as Tom Vorlost Riddle aka Voldemord. His red eyes were glowing, watching his friends. Sitting with him were Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and Fenrir Greyback. Fenrir Greyback was a wild man, with tousled silver hair, an equally coloured goatee, golden eyes, and a mountain of muscle. They were chatting about the latest Harry Potter findings. "So he's gone?" asked Snape. "Yes , he's completely roped off, and has no intention of coming back either," Tom explained. "It's not the worst thing to be rid of the pup...but does Dumbledore know yet?" pondered Fenrir.
Tom didn't know yet if it was for the best, after he had learned that this one was a Natura Magica and therefore the ultimate means to have strong offspring. Although the question still remained, in which direction the boy was attracted. "No, he doesn't know...and I think we can start changing the world now. So...", and Tom revealed his plan. So several weeks passed, and while Harry studied and spent time realising what he was there now. But what he found worse was the knowledge that this burning would not go away until he was mated. He continued to educate himself and try to ignore it, and being alone, he managed to do so. Only he worried about the moment when he would have visitors. In the meantime he got letters from Lucius Malfoy and this ominous Mister Thomas, the only ones who knew where he was besides Griphok. In addition, his owl Hedwig had also made it here, with some letters and requests, but he didn't answer them. His Hedwig stayed here, and he only sent the letters with the other owls. In the meantime, things had changed in the wizarding world. Voldemord, had shown himself and informed the world of his conditions.
In addition, there were battles and wars, but he was safe. So began another morning in September by now, and school would have actually started for him. He woke up and crawled out of the blankets, looking out over the countryside. Stretching, he went to the bathroom and first slapped some water on his face. "That feels good...." he sighed. Then he made his way downstairs to the kitchen in his boxers, as he was still living alone, he had asked his house elves to help him make breakfast and start the day together. So at the moment, some of the elves were sitting at the dining table, just putting pancakes on the table. "Good morning, sir! How was the night?" asked Gilly. Harry sat down next to her and took something before answering, "It's going...the burning is stronger again at the moment. But I was planning to start on runes today, hopefully that will distract me a bit." "My Lord, they know that only one thing would help...if it continues like this, eventually they won't be able to think of anything to learn. Considering how quickly they learned everything about healing spells on their own." "I know, but it still works...", and then ate. Afterwards he got dressed and went to the library, he already had everything laid out there. In this room was also the fireplace, which was connected to Griphok's. He sat down at the books and immersed himself in his studies of the runes, when a few hours later the flames ignited.
"Mister Potter, Mister Potter are you there..." it called from the fireplace. "Yes, I'm here..." he spoke, leaning down towards the fireplace, "...has something happened?" "There was an attack and two people here, need help. Unfortunately, it took place here at Gringotts, and even if the other party was responsible, the gentlemen need help. Could they come to you?" Harry's rescue mode immediately kicked in, but the thought also came, what if they are dark wizards. But could he deny rescue just because of that. So he agreed, and Harry made everything fly to him for healing. In time the fireplace glowed and before him appeared a half-standing Severus Snape and the Auror Kingsley Shaklebott. The latter lay badly injured and bleeding on the floor, but Harry was pulled down for a second by the dark aura of the two, then quickly picked himself up and started to cast spells. He cast stabilising spells on Kingsley and then poured potions on him. He handed his former professor a Pepper Up, and he looked a little piqued at the vial. "I won't take that trash of theirs..." the latter growled. "Then don't, but I've been practising for the last few weeks...it's good, check the colour, won't you?", but then ignored this one. While he looked after the auror he opened the vial like the professor and smelled it and examined the colour. Then the potion was taken, and Harry noticed how the professor looked better. Kingsley, too, was stable. "What happened?" asked Harry. Severus sat down on one of the chairs, panting, Harry levitating the other onto the table while he waited for an answer. "An attack in Angular Alley, light versus dark, and in the middle of it Dumbledore cast a detection spell..." "Shit..." it escaped Harry. That spell let you know which magic you were more inclined towards and both were yes, dark wizards. "Yes, it was...where are we anyway?" the professor remarked, looking around.
"In France, in the Potter family's Castle Lux...when I got my title, I was told that this was the safest house.", Harry pointed and made Gilly appear. "My lord, oh, we have guests?" the house elf was pleased. "Yes, can you get the guest rooms ready on my floor. And tonight at dinner there will be three of us, but only something light..." ordered Harry. "Miss Granger won't like that they have house elves though..." grumbled Snape. "I don't care, besides, these are my friends...not my house elves, it's pretty lonely here without people." "Was their decision..." "And it was the right one...Gilly, show Snape to his room and can one of you levitate the Auror to his room. I have to do something...", and fled from the room. Snape looked after him, smirking slightly. "Was that an escape..." "May be Mister Snape, please follow me..." the elf said, levitating the Auror as well. The wizard looked very closely at the area, and was surprised at how cosy it seemed. The house elves, surprisingly, could also be seen working.
"The master is very lonely, so he said at the beginning...that we shouldn't hide," Gilly explained in response to the unasked question. On the top floor, Snape saw the left locked door. Behind it was probably the master bedroom. But they went through the other door, there they entered one of the bedrooms. The Auror was left floating on the bed, and when Gilly turned to him he said, "I'll stay with Kings...he'll wake up soon and have questions." "Ok, sir." Gilly disappeared and Severus sat down on a chair beside the bed. He thought about the situation, the boy. Whose magic had increased many times over and so had his abilities. Looking out of the window, he saw a vast landscape and also some buildings. So absorbed in contemplation and his thoughts, he didn't notice Kings stirring until a moment later. "Sev, is that you?" "Yes, Kings...we are safe."
"And where...?" he asked and looked at the room. It was a cosy room with light-coloured furniture, wooden floors and a pastel yellow on the walls. "Unbelievable, but we're at Potter's house." "At Potter's, the little boy...who ran away." "Yes, run away. Though I have a feeling there's more. We'll see him at dinner..." "Then I'll have questions too...but what do we do about the Other Situation, Dumbledore now knows we're dark?" stated Kings. "With me, he knew, through the spy situation. But with you, why didn't you tell me?" "I couldn't, I always suppressed it," Kings said, looking up at the ceiling of the room. "That's dangerous, you know that, don't you?" inquired Snape. He saw the dark-skinned man nod, and only became more concerned.
"We'll take care of that too." The two agreed to rest until evening. Harry had retired to the conservatory during that time, for something had changed since the two of them had been here. The burning had changed, it made his skin tingle, and the He gasped as he moved, for there was more. Besides the burning on his body, the tingling, his nipples were sensitive and when the fabric of his shirt rubbed over them he gasped. The thought immediately fell on the magic of the Two Wizards, it had been dark and had drawn him right in. He wanted to move towards them, have them touch him and just the idea of them touching him made his cock start to get hard. Arousal swirled through his body as his imagination ignited. Severus pale skin against his slightly golden one, the hard body of the Aurors, the magic around them , those touches, skin against skin. Harry moaned and he licked his lips at the idea of them tasting or pressing into him. Their cocks in his ass, preferably both of them. The pain, and then when they talked to him, or gave him light pats. Harry was moaning more now and he suddenly felt himself getting wet. He loosened his trousers and grabbed his ass, not only was his penis secreting pre cum, it was also getting wet around his rosette. His fingers touched his anus and he gasped, for it was so sensitive and there really was a fluid.
He withdrew his finger and examined it, the liquid was clear, and of the consistency of cream. He licked it off, and groaned, for the taste was pleasantly sweet. It became more like he felt it, and he smelled sweet too. Panting, gasping for breath, he touched his penis and moved his hand up and down. As he did so, he imagined Kingsley's fingers closing around his cock, animating him to thrust into his fist, and Severus's long fingers brushing over his hip, then clasping his ass. Suddenly Gilly appeared, "Sir!" Gathering himself, Harry sat up and looked at the little house elf. "Yes, Gilly..." "The other master is awake too...but resting for the moment, is everything alright with them?" "Yes, Gilly...it's just the presence of the two masters. I think I just want to..." he found it hard to say this. "You want to mate? Sir, that is normal as you know. And lord forgive me, as soon as you sense that smell, you will want to.", the elf explained. "I know..." said Harry. He glanced at the pool and decided to take a little swim.
He stripped off completely, sighing as he looked down at his semi-hard cock, and jumped into the cool water. The water, cool and very pleasant, he enjoyed on his heated skin. He swam a few laps, and then got ready for supper in the shower located there. His mind had cooled a little. Gilly had brought him some new clothes, a pair of skinny jeans in black and a shirt in white. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he thought he looked very good. So he went to the dining room, and exhaling with relief, he found that his two guests were not present. Kingsley and Snape had also freshened up and made their way downstairs. As they did so, they also looked around carefully. They both noticed that this house, despite its size, was rather cosy. "It's nice here...I can understand the boy going here," Kings stated. "Yes, but also because of the situation. Considering what the boy had been through," Sev added.
They had arrived downstairs and stepped through the door into the large common room. Their eyes first fell on the sofa corners, with Muggle equipment, and then on the large dining table where the boy was sitting. Kings noticed that the boy not only looked normal, but was also nervous. And that smell, was it coming from the food. Severus also noticed the boy's appearance, and then looked at the table, there was delicious food there. "Why don't you sit down...", Harry asked. He had been expecting their arrival, for their magic had come closer, caressing them like a fragrance, the dark clouds filling their surroundings and Harry was magically drawn to that power. Yet he held back. The two of them each sat down to one side, and quickly Harry began to perk up. He felt the seconds tick by and he grew hotter again. Ignoring this fact, he watched the two of them take something. They had potatoes with spinach and salmon, plus a light sauce. For dessert, Gilly and her crew had conjured up a delicious cake. "It's delicious Mister Potter..." the Auror's dark voice rang out.
"Thank Gilly, my house elf. She and her team are great. Are you feeling any better..." "Yes, that's the advantage of a dark magic wizard, they heal faster." "Mister Potter, what I'm wondering? What are they up to?" interjected Severus. "Sev, let the boy have a moment..." whispered Kingsley. "No, that's a fair question. To be honest with you though, I don't have any plans. I'm just going to stay here and be fine." "Potter, you can't be serious..." "Why not, I'm only 15 and without guardians to look after me, plus there's a war breaking out right now. What should I do in this situation, or why should I? I'm a boy, and I don't want to deal with world peace. I want to be safe..." it burst out of Harry and he had also stood up. "Potter, do you really think you can keep them away from everyone...what about your friends." "They are my friends, but does that mean I have to risk my ass...I just want to be by myself, and what do they want me to do?" "Mister Potter, it's their country too, and they survived the Triwizard Tournament last year, so they're good," Kingsley started too.
"I survived it, as they say. You know how, by being with Poppy all year. She gave me sedatives because I was so stressed or ask Gilly, she had to nurse me up for the first time when I was here. I survived, but so did many others. I just want protection that's all...", Harry said sadly. He sat back down and looked at the two men. "Only protection...why are they suddenly so concerned with safety?" wondered Snape. Gilly came in with the cakes, but both men realised even though it smelt good, it wasn't the good sweet smell that was in the air. "Because it is my nature, I am an awakened Naturalis Magica," Harry whispered and ran out of the room. Dragging the sweet scent behind him. The two men were left confused and shocked. "Did he really just say that he..." "Yes, he did...and that explains a lot. Elf, do you know what alignment he has?" barked Severus at the elf. The latter had been looking anxiously after her master. "Mister Snape, this is not my decision to tell them. And even if it was, you know what it means for a Naturalis Magica to live apart from wizards when he actually needs them...think about it?" this said and disappeared. "To see such a creature is incredibly rare...Severus, what do we do now?" asked Kings.
"Nothing, the one thing Potter is right about. It is his being, and if anything is dangerous at the moment, it is being out there. We should rest for a few more days and then leave." This they kept to, going to their rooms at dinner and soon to bed. Through a silent spell they didn't get to see Harry down the corridor either. He was lying in his huge bed, completely heated and only sleeping rather badly, dreaming full of eroticism and sex. Over the next few days they only saw the young Potter occasionally, because he tried to keep away from the two of them. But it didn't always work, first they met him in the library. "Mister Potter, you study a lot?", Kings noticed. He was sitting at a table in front of him with some books about runes.
"I'll try..." he said quietly. The two of them sat down at the tables with books as well, not taking their eyes off Harry either. Harry chewed on his lip and read a book, about runes of protection. He chewed and bit his lips as he did so, as not only the subject was difficult but also the presence of the two made it hard to think. The aura of the two spread again and Harry felt the heat rise in him and also the dampness arise again. Quickly he jumped up and disappeared. Leaving behind him the two gentlemen, who were surprised to notice the aforementioned sweet scent. Severus next met Harry as he was walking, apparently to one of the buildings in the grounds. It was a rather large building, looking like an old factory building. "Mister Potter, what's there?" he addressed the boy. "Follow me and you'll see..." They both stepped into the building and stood in a hallway with two doors leading off to the left and right.
Glancing briefly to the right, the teacher saw a large hall similar to a gym with magical,and non-magical equipment for training of all kinds. "Wow, and the other one?", pointing to the left door. Giggling, Harry opened it and they found themselves in a huge laboratory. With ingredients, tools, books and various cauldrons. "A dream...", Severus groaned, looking around in awe. Admiring things, he was only peripherally aware of Harry stepping up to one of the cauldrons and igniting it. It was only when ingredients flew past him onto a table that he took notice of what the boy was doing. "What are they brewing?" he asked. "A calming potion..." replied Harry, deftly setting to work. "Do they still need them?" "Yes, but not as often. Do they want to join in?" Severus nodded and joined in the work, for a while they worked silently side by side. As they did so, Harry's gaze fell on the man's long fingers and he marvelled at how quickly and efficiently they worked.
He lost himself for a moment in his observations and these changed to fantasies of the hands touching him. Heat rose inside him, and he grew damp. Severus noticed how the boy's movements stopped, and perceived a heat spreading through the room. But even worse was the smell that was becoming more and more in the room. The sweetness almost knocked him over, and he wanted to taste it. Only where did it come from? Harry had leaned closer to Severus without him noticing, and they both stopped doing anything. The man was enjoying the small body beside him, and that heat was transferring to him too. He put his arm around the boy's shoulders, hugging him to his chest. The smaller one fit perfectly into his arms, and that smell came from the boy. The latter looked up at him, and Severus was captivated by the large dark green eyes. There was a desire reflected in them, and so he bent down and the boy came to meet him.
When their lips touched, they both gasped out with desire for more. A loud noise caused them to drive apart and Harry startled, and realising what was happening, he ran outside. Harry felt his lips behind a tree, and sighed with desire for more. He could hardly push it back. His hardness throbbed, his skin tingled and he was wet. Sighing, he tried to cool his thoughts and decided on a quick lap in the pool. That evening the three of them did not meet, Harry had excused himself and stayed in his room. The two older wizards were on the couch after dinner. "I know where that sweet smell is coming from...", Sev started and had Kings full attention, "...it's Harry." "What from, do you know?" the latter inquired.
"We were brewing today when all of a sudden the smell came and Harry was standing stick stiff and panting next to me. Before I knew it, I had him in my arms and I tasted his lips." "A kiss..." shocked silence spread. "Yes, and almost more..." "Is that why it's Harry, and not Potter.... anymore?""Yes, I suppose he is attracted to dark magic and then you can't escape it." "That's the first thing you learn, but also that if you sleep with these creatures you become bound to them forever. Sev he's only 15..." Severus grumbled and looked to the man beside him, "Is it bad if I say I don't care. You know these creatures, they need the mating and so Harry can no longer be reprimanded because of his age. He needs the bond, the mating, and the breeding. He sees that as protection from danger with strong mates." Kings nodded, and affirmed, "True, but what do we do now." "We have to draw him out, and when he can't suppress it any more. There we are...I didn't expect to get a mate, or children after all," Sev stated.
Harry didn't notice any of this and spent another night of restless sleep and heated minds, with dreams of sex and all kinds of eroticism. The two gentlemen agreed to prod the boy on the fact that they wanted him. So it was the next day when Harry wanted to go swimming to take advantage of the cool wet to calm down. But there in the conservatory a half-naked King was waiting for him. He was wearing nothing more than a tight pair of swimming trunks and this made Harry shiver and heat up. This man was well built in all parts of his body, and looked more than invitingly at the boys.
This look, the man and the magic made Harry's cock harden slightly, and also a new heat at his anus spread to the wetness. Kings perceived this too, and smelled the sweetness of a nectar equal to Harry's. Harry gathered all his courage and took off his clothes too, except for his swimming shorts. He quickly jumped into the water and swam, distracting himself so that he no longer had to think about this god on two legs. He only noticed by a slight change that this one also started to swim. After a few laps Harry hung on the edge of the pool, trying to catch his breath and his eyes closed. At a slight ripple in the water, Harry noticed the tall broad-shouldered man leaning next to him. Sighing, Harry opened his eyes and surveyed this one, in a quick moment. He took in the good looks, but most of all the strong arms, the six back and briefly he also looked at the loins and realised the size of them.
The hands were also big for grabbing. Barely able to banish the thought, he imagined the big dark-skinned man and his big cock as he sucked it. Gasping, Harry was aware of his own fully erect and the wetness multiplying greatly. Taking this as an opportunity, he swam a little to the side and tried to pull himself to his senses. But Kings had other plans, he had noticed the change in the boys. Not only the heated looks, the redness, but also the fact that there was more activity in his lower regions did not leave him cold and his penis also became hard. He imagined how the boy, perhaps pressed against a wall, hung while he hammered himself into him again and again. Or how its arms bound high, using him standing up. In one swift movement he pressed the boy's chest against the edge of the pool, using his own size to push the boy so that his ass was level with his cock. Kings leaned forward, listening to the boy's sounds and also taking in the intense scent of nectar. At the boy's ear he ordered him: "Put your arms and hands on the floor in front of you...".
As the boy did so, Kings pressed his cock even closer to his bottom. His hands slid down the boy's side and gripped his hips tightly as he licked over the boy's ear and hissed, "Good little bitch..." A whimper left Harry's lips and he gasped sweetly as he bit the boy's earlobe. Not too much he tells himself, but couldn't resist as he placed one of his hands on the back of the boy's neck and squeezed lightly. Then he moved away a little and looked at the boy in front of him. He was hanging over the edge of the pool, gasping and whimpering at the loss of skin contact. King's other hand moved from his hip, up into his shorts and grabbed one of the buttocks to knead it. As he did so, the scent intensified and he groaned himself as he thought he could even taste the sweetness. He couldn't shake this thought and moved his hand and fingers down the boy's cleft, there his finger ran down it to the rosette and stroked it.
This made Harry moan, but there might be more to come, and thought it very much as he rubbed his finger further over it and then dipped gently into the hole, coated in warmth and wetness. Harry cried out as he felt the finger enter his hole. His mind had gone and he wanted to move his hips back to get more of it. The grip on his neck tightened and even though the pressure hurt a little he wanted more of it. Like a bitch, he whimpered, moaned and gasped for more. A noise woke Harry from this trance and he caught sight of Gilly, cheeks flushed in front of him. Harry jerked free and braced himself upwards, so he was sitting on the floor, heated and fully aroused watching Kings in the water, taking his finger into his mouth and the wetness inside him. Whimpering at the image, only the voice of Gilly could distract him. "Sir, a flea call for them from Griphok..."
The young man nodded and pulled himself up, noticing the arousal and gasping at the friction. He quickly turned away from Kings, who also looked regretfully at the boy. Harry quickly put on his clothes and ran into the library, Severus was sitting there. He noticed the boy's desolate state and sent him a knowing smile. The boy quickly looked to the side and turned to the fireplace, kneeling in front of it. "Griphok..." he asked. "Mister Potter, it is good to reach you. There are several gentlemen here with me who are wondering where Severus Snape is? Can you speak to them or come over?" he asked. Harry was surprised and thought for a second who this might be, and in the second that it could only be at least two particular gentlemen. But the most terrible thing was that he did not think for a second about not letting them come. And so, the second Kings stepped into the room, and the two gentlemen in the room grinned at each other, he decided that they should come. "They can come through..." he said quietly. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am...", and stepped away from the fireplace. Only now did he notice Kings too and smiled shyly at them. All three looked towards the fireplace as through it stepped Lucius Malfoy, Mister Thomas aka Tom Riddle, and a silver haired man Harry didn't even know. As the adults in the room recognised each other, they reacted angrily, joyfully and in amazement. Harry had another problem, because there were 5 dark wizards in his library right now, and they were all throwing their magic around.
Harry froze, feeling his brain shut down as his still semi-hard cock reacted immediately and the wetness almost flowed out of him. Severus' eyes first fell on the boy again, noticing his condition, and he made a quick decision. He grabbed the boy and threw him over his shoulder. "Kings, enlighten them...", and ran out of the room and into the nearby bathroom. Kings, was left staring at three confused men. "What was that ?" the silver-haired one asked. "That is an explanation that is very difficult...but sit down first," said Kings and they all sat down at the table. "I never thought that the Top Auror was a Dark Mage...",Tom began. "I knew it, but suppressed it for a long time. Severus is helping me change that." "That's good, they know how dangerous that is..." asked Lucius Malfoy. Kings nodded, "Please you....s going to change a lot."
"Can I guess, it has to do with Potter?" asked Tom . "Why , what about Potter?" the silver haired Fenrir Greyback also stated. "Harry is a Naturalis Magica, and he is awakened...but suppresses anything that happens in that direction, and we believe, or know better, that he also has the dark inclination." A face full of astonishment looked at him, though the other two were only surprised at the first second part. "You knew?" "Yes, we were there at the opening of the testam. And that's when it was told..." replied Lucius. "Good, we don't want to overwhelm Harry. He's been suppressing it for a long time, so we're trying to take it one step at a time. Even if it's hard with that scent..." "That sweetness...?" asked Tom.
Kings nodded and decided to show the others around the mansion while Harry lay on the floor of the bathroom, panting. He lay curled up, feeling the nectar flowing from his buttocks. His penis was hard and fully erect, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his trousers.
Eyes clouded with lust, he looked down coldly at the proffesor. Looking his eyes down the latter's body, Harry spotted the distinct bulge in his robes. "Mister Potter, Harry I'm not going to do anything you're willing to do...but you're welcome to it," the soft voice sounded against his ear. Harry sat up and looked at the man, looking at him closely, especially at his long fingers. He wanted nothing to do with these sensations, but why, he wanted protection and these men could give it to him. Panting, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, sighing as the cool air hit his heated body.
The boy saw the teacher's covetous look, and stood up shakily. His trousers were already soaked through with wetness anyway, so he decided and pulled them plus underwear off his body. He was naked and felt the teacher's eyes moving over his body. His cock was dripping and hard, his nipples reddened and it glistened with nectar along his thighs. Harry put his hand to his cock and moaned as he clasped it and pumped lightly. It made him even hotter, but at the same time he realised that he wasn't getting release that way. The black-haired teacher in front of him also pressed his own hand to the penis under his trousers, rubbing it as he watched him. "May I taste it..." asked Harry, getting hot at the thought of seeing and tasting its cock. Prompting, he was looked at and crawled closer to it. His hands moved to the fastening of the trousers, and opened them.
The trousers fell down a lot, and so he saw the powerful bulge in the shorts. A little nervously, Harry removed them too and pushed them down, so he had a direct view of a hard, long, pale cock with a bulging end, from which sperm dripped down. Harry was magically drawn to the drips and moved his hand to the tip to run his fingers over it. Using his finger, he put it in his mouth and moaned at the salty taste. He moved his fingers around the tip and stroked the cock from top to bottom, then enclosed it and moved his lips to the glans. Carefully he enclosed it with his lips and took in the taste, and he tasted so good that his whole body jerked. Wanting more, he licked around that tip with his tongue, touched the foreskin and moved one of his hands to the man's testicles to gently caress them too. Harry enjoyed the way more of the taste met his tongue and took in more of the cock. He looked up, and saw the teacher looking down at him, and smiled, a slight blush on his cheeks.
The professor's hands moved in his hair, stroking him. Harry was sucking the cock devotedly now, wanting more of its taste, his body humming moodily too, as if it was enough for him to come only when he got that taste. His own cock was hard and also secreting cum as the wetness of the nectar trickled down his thighs. As the professor gasped, he pulled Harry's hair as well, pressing more onto his cock as he hammered forward. Harry found it hard to take the hard and long penis fully into his mouth, but he tried to suppress his gag reflex as best he could as he was pressed even closer.
The man's movements became faster and the moans later, more cum flowed into his mouth as he was suddenly pressed very far forward and a gush flowed into him. Harry swallowed as best he could, but with the amount, a lot ran along his lips. He himself came at the moment when he felt and tasted the amount of cum. Panting, he still hung with his cock in his mouth, in the same place.
Licking it clean, he withdrew from it and looked to the side, embarrassed, licking his own lips. Severus Snape looked in amazement at the boy in front of him, who had just given him an inexperienced but good blow job, coming himself it seemed. Stroking the boy's hair in praise, "And come down a bit..." he observed nodding. "Ok, I'm going to go join the others and you should freshen up a bit." Watching as the boy stood up and stood naked in front of him, the man couldn't resist leaning forward, pushing the boy's chin up. Pressing a kiss to the soft lips that tasted of him, he went outside, leaving the boy behind. He had seen how he had come and also this nectar running down the boy. His guess was that this was a natural lubricant and he was already looking forward to tasting it.
He looked for the other men and took a breath before he saw them in the living room. They saw directly the satisfied expression on his face, and Fenrir of course smelled what had happened. "And how was it?" the latter also asked.
"Smell it..." came back the reply. "Severus..." asked Kings. "The boy is more than willing and soon he won't be able to hold back, and he's attracted to all of our magic. Which doesn't make it any easier..." "That means wait and see? Until he can't resist any longer." "Yes, Tom..." "I'm just wondering why we would do that. I'm married..." exclaimed Lucius. "But Harry as a partner would be twice as powerful in the bond. Harry will enhance your magic, and powerful children will be had..." explained Tom. Harry, meanwhile, had gone to the bathroom to take a shower and when he was done, he asked Gilly for some clothes.
The latter brought him some interesting things. "Gilly, what is this...?" he asked. "This is the traditional clothing of a Natura Magica or better Naturalis Magica. You know that everything is designed for their protection, and to get it, these beings will do anything for it. So is this...it's your choice, sir, but I suspect by your actions that the mating is getting closer. Oh well, dinner is ready," the little house elf explained and disappeared.
Harry looked at the clothing, it was a pair of pale panties in the form of a pair of frilly girl's pants, with a pair of tight leggings that made him feel more than hot, and over that a kind of tunic with long sleeves in dark blue. That was fine now, but in winter, no thanks, he thought. Above all, he resigned himself to these clothes because after the outcome with Snape, he wished he could finally get the pairing. He put it on, and was surprised at the comfort of the clothes. Looking at himself in the mirror, he found himself more than appealing. Sighing and also nervous, he walked towards the common room, and saw the gentlemen sitting at the table. He quickly sat down in the seat between Serverus and Kings. He got on even better with the two of them and alone when he felt the stranger's gaze on him.
"Very appealing, kid...",Kings whispered in his ear. Harry blushed and quickly greeted everyone, "Excuse me, welcome to Lux Castle...Mister Thomas, Mister Malfoy and who are you?" Harry looked at the stranger with the silver hair, and rather wild appearance. "Greyback, Fenrir...you must have heard of me." "Yes, quite a bit. Is it true then?" asked Harry back, taking some of the food. "Not all of it, I'm a werewolf. But other than that, I'm more harmless..." "Mister potter, since we are here together and we know all about your nature, you should also know my identity. I go by the name of Tom Riddle..." began Tom. "I know I'm not stupid...even though everyone in this room is powerful, I've already learned your powerful magic from the ritual." "You recognise from magic?" asked Lucius.
"Yes, since the transformation began. The books say it's for discovering the most powerful wizards in this realm during the finding phase. And they are all the most powerful..." explained Harry, looking down at his food. "That's impressive...and has some logic to it. So you've already chosen us to become their partners?" asked Lucius. "If I were to act on my body yes, but I would like to get to know the three of them a little personally as well. Also before any action is taken...", quietly he spoke these words.
"That's only right, but can you manage...you're getting almost boneless just being around us?", Severus smirked and leaned over to Harry. The latter blushed, and he shivered as she crept magic closer. "It's not easy...but I want to try?" said Harry. The next few days Harry always spent in a similar pattern, spending the day alone or with one of the men. Only dinner they all spent together. The situation in England seemed far away during this time, and even if it was hard for some of them to stay here they could not escape the sweet smell of Harry, even if the rules in the house were still hard for them. So it happened the very next day when Harry met Lucius Malfoy just as he was shouting at one of his elves. "When I tell you to leave, you do it elf. You are low creatures and no one wants to see you!" the latter shouted.
Harry stepped in and stood in front of the little elf, this one was Tibby the daughter of Dilly the head elf and the youngest. "Leave them alone, they are free to roam..." "Why should they, they're just servants...." "Not to me, they're my friends, just doing their bit..." explained Harry, sending Tibby away. "Thank you, Harry..." the latter said and disappeared. "Why would you want them as friends, they're just servants..." "And I'm just a boy, but still I'm treated as an adult," Harry replied more quietly and sat down on a bench. Mister Malfoy, or Lucius to his friends, sat down next to him. "You're right about that, I'm sorry. I see what you mean...it's just, I, I, I'm married."
"Do you mean because my transformation also chose you as a partner...Mister Malfoy do you love your wife?" "It was an arranged marriage. But I hold her in high regard, and we have a son together." the latter tried to explain himself dun glanced at the petite boy beside him. The latter looked at him too, and so Lucius noticed the flushed cheeks and the gasping breath. As well as the scent, a sweet scent of treats he loved. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Yes, it's just the close proximity. Their magic brushes over my skin and it doesn't make it easy..." "Then why are they holding it back..." "Because I don't want to just throw myself at them based on desire...I want to know them!" "Then you say..." "You too...what do they do when they are not in politics."
"I love riding..." "Horse riding...?" asked Harry. Harry looked thoughtfully at Lucius and then motioned for him to follow, the two walked through a forest in the grounds and came to a large building. A stable. "Is that?" "Yes, a stable...I have little idea about it." They both stepped into the stable, there was first a huge empty space to get the horses ready. There were also stools, and bridles, plus some other equipment like padded benches and watering troughs, for the horses. There were also a few ropes hanging from the ceilings, behind which were three stalls in which horses were standing. "May I ...", Lucius asked. "Just look around, I don't know my way around..." The tall man stepped up to the stalls and examined the horses, Harry meanwhile leaned against one of the padded benches and tried to relax.
The closeness to the men bothered him and even more so the more he knew them. It happened to him more and more often that he lost himself in his thoughts or in the magic of the five people. In these moments he wanted to offer himself to them and give everything. Even now, while he was watching the man. He was getting hotter and hotter as he did so, noticing how his cheeks were getting even redder and your body was getting ready. The idea of Lucius taking him across the bench and pressing his cock into him, or using some of the things here like the crops on him. Harry didn't notice, lost in his thoughts, how Lucius stepped up to him again and looked down at him. Lucius spotted the boy's condition and watched him, slowly he knelt in front of him and took his hand in his. "Harry..." he began.
But he smelled the sweet scent even stronger now that he was kneeling in front of it. He moved his hand to his mouth and stroked it, at the same time he began to lick it with his hand. Taking in the taste, all the boy's skin was not salty but sweet as well. In a single movement he stood and placed the boy in front of him on the padded wall and captured his lips. That taste seemed to be all over the boy and then there were the boy's willing sounds and movements. Opening his mouth, he licked the boy's lips and was pleased when they were also opened and the tongues performed a dance. He felt the body harden beneath him and moved against him, as his too became hard and ready. Carefully he broke away from the lips and looked at the red face beneath him, the sore lips and misty gaze. "Little one, your taste, your scent...give it to me, give me you, give me everything..." he spoke, licking down along its neck. Pulling the shirt over his body, he made for the boy's nipples, licking over them, nipping them tenderly with his teeth, hearing the boy's moans.
Lifting his head, he discovered the reddened hard nipples. Harry's breathing not only quickened, he noticed the moisture building and bubbling. He was getting wet, and wanted to offer himself to the man above him like a hungry strumpet, but his mind was still there and he quickly detached himself and ran away. Only at the next tree did he pull down his shirt and exhale. His mind and body still cried out for the man and his thoughts cried out for his seed. That night at dinner, and delivered to the five men, he remained silent and red-cheeked. The two among them, who could penetrate each head, heard his thoughts: "Fucking, mating, cocks, semen..." All he wanted was to unite with these men. Harry was about to lie down on the table and writhe like a whore or a bitch on heat. Looking up and noticing the men's faces, he hid and ran upstairs, taking off.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Kings, wanting to follow him. "Stay here...you would only succumb to him, we should leave him alone for today," Tom determined. And they did, but when Harry didn't show up for the next two days Tom made his way to them. Tom Riddle understood the boy's thoughts and feelings as they swirled around him with his magic. The bright light moved restlessly like lightning. The boy did not want to be a victim of his being and could hardly escape them. In the boy's room it was darkened and he created a bright light. He was the first to enter the room. His eyes turned to the boy on the bed and he smelled his scent. The sweetness seemed to cling to the boy and even he was affected by it.
The scent seemed to harden his penis directly. He lay there, wet and naked. It seemed as if he was almost completely taken in by his knowledge. "Little one..." he said, and the lust-haunted ones immediately looked up at him. Even though it took effort, he took the boy in his arms and heard a small voice. "I don't want to..." he heard the boy's voice. His eyes seemed to slowly return to normal, but he was still restless. Very restless. Tom's eyes glanced at the naked body, feeling the wetness flowing over his clothed legs. The nectar of lust and it made him dizzy, but he tried to ignore the boy. "I'm thinking of you guys now. I just want you...your cocks, to fill me and fill my belly. I can, but I don't want...me.", broken came these words. "Kid, Harry...none of us can imagine what will happen. But you know we won't leave you, you're a wonder to everyone. We'll be bonded to you too...get to know us some more and then we'll know everything else." "Ok...me, Tom the burning..." the boy whispered. "Is it that bad..." he asked.
"Yes, it's so strong." Tom used his spell and his magic spread around the room, hearing the groan in his arms to the second. The latter relaxed a little and pressed closer to the man. His arms were closed around him and Harry could relax. He almost fell asleep and only with difficulty did he keep awake. "Can I give you something back?" he asked. "Of course, my little one....", and could see harry pulling himself together. He was now kneeling naked and wide-legged over the dark lord's legs. Not ashamed of his nakedness and not caring, he looked at the man in front of him. The man had loosely pulled back his hair and his clear red eyes were looking at Harry. Harry smiled cautiously and, groaning, slid back a little and got into a kneeling position. Regardless of any possible reaction, he leaned forward and unzipped the man's trousers. Surprised, he looked up at the man for a moment, for he was not wearing any underwear and Harry looked directly at his stiff member. "Your smell is driving us wild..." growled Tom. The man's penis was long and of a decent diameter, and pre-cum was dripping from it.
This Harry immediately licked off and groaned at the taste, and his body trembled at the pleasure. He attended to the piece of flesh before his eyes and sucked devotedly at it, swallowing from time to time and clasping it with his hands. The man groaned at one point and a lot of semen landed in Harry's mouth, he swallowed that and then sank to the man's side, still with the flaccid cock before his eyes. Harry felt the semen warm inside and heaved a sigh of relief. "Harry, are you all right?" the man asked, stroking through his hair. "Yes, I'm a little better..." and snuggled against the man's body.
"And what about you?" Harry looked up at the man and then down at his own body. His own penis was still erect and his body was still producing copious amounts of nectar. "That's not how we do it...get on your knees!" the man ordered. Harry looked up sleepily and went to his knees , amazed he could see the man himself sit up and kneel in front of him. He encircled Harry's penis with his hand and drove his hand up and down. The boy groaned and pushed forward into his hand. The hand moved up and down, and the other grabbed the glans and caressed it. It wasn't long before Harry was putty in the dark lord's hands. Pre cum was secreted and the man used this as lubricant to close his hand tightly around the penis. Meanwhile Harry was thrusting into the hand as if out of his mind. "Ahh...More...",Harry moaned and came. He squirted the cum into his hands.
Tom licked Harry's cum off his hands and then reached up to place a kiss on the boy's chin. Harry willingly joined in and lay in Tom's arms afterwards, willing but exhausted. When Harry had fallen asleep, Tom moved away and went downstairs. They didn't see Harry again until the evening, because they all came to the dining table for dinner. But Harry was already there, dressed in an oversized shirt that fell to his thighs and black shorts underneath. So they saw his long legs and petite appearance. Harry stepped towards the men and greeted them, planting a kiss on the lips of Lucius, Tom, Sev and Kings. Blushing, he stepped back from them and went to Fenrir. "We haven't had any time together...so hi, I'm Harry," he said looking at him. Fenrir had a wolfish grin as the boy stood before him and greeted him, "And I'm Fenrir..shall we do something together tomorrow?" Harry accepted the offer and they all sat down at the table to eat. The next day after breakfast Harry met Fenrir in the garden. He was sitting on a chair by the terrace. Harry approached him wearing summer shorts and a T-shirt. Grinning, Fenrir looked at him and seemed to be surveying him, so that Harry was rather embarrassed.
"So what are we going to do...?" asked Harry. "I was thinking we could go to the lake and maybe swim there," Fenrir suggested. Harry nodded and they both started walking, the grounds of Schluss Lux were huge and besides the building and the park-like grounds there was also a lake and a forest. They had to go through the forest to get to the lake. They walked side by side in silence.