Apparition Class-
It was the first Saturday of the course. He knew that he wouldn't be able to take the exam on April as he wouldn't be 17 yet, but he still paid 12 Galleons for the course along with Hermione and Ron, mostly because if he took the class now, he wouldn't have to worry about taking it again later.
The weather was suitable enough and they were all assembled in the Quidditch pitch.
He watched as Ron was standing close to Lavender holding hands and talking. Ron had somehow convinced Lavender to give him another chance, and now they were once again dating. And by the looks of it, the relationship seemed fairly serious. Ron was now completely faithful to Lavender, thanks to his potion, and Lavender loved every bit of his loyalty. She was essentially treating him like a dog, she would bat her eyelashes and ask him for anything and everything, and he would run around like a madman doing everything she asks of him. Ron was utterly miserable and he was glad about it.
Hermione, on the other hand, was with Parvati discussing the contents of the leaflet that were handed out to them, 'Common Apparition Mistakes and How to Avoid Them.'
Sixth years from all the houses that have enrolled in the course were there and he noticed a few seventh years there too, he reckoned that they might be the people who chose not to attend this course the previous year.
"I am Wilkie Twycross, and I will be your Apparition instructor!" A sickly looking man came along with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout and greeted the class.
The class silently listened until the man finished and then began speaking, laughing and muttering to each other almost immediately afterwards.
Professor McGonagall and Sprout both conjured a rectangular stand with several metallic hoops on the stand equally spaced within each other. He reckoned them to be some form of testing apparatus or something of that sort.
"Who can tell me what 'apparition' is? What it means?" Mister Twycross asked and several hands immediately went up.
Among the sixty or so people, he counted six hands, Hermione obviously had her hand up, so did Susan Bones from Hufflepuff, Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin, Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw, and two other boys, one he recognised as a member of the Ravenclaw Duelling Club, the other one he had no clue to who he was, but he was sure that he wasn't in his year, possibly a seventh-year.
Mister Twycross pointed at the closest person to him and that was Susan, "Yes, Miss…?"
"Bones, Susan Bones, sir…"
"Yes, Miss Bones!"
Susan repeated what she had read in books, "Apparition or Disapparition is a magical process of transportation where the witch or wizard focuses on the desired location in their mind and travels to it."
"Very good…, Miss Bones…!"
The instructor continued, "Who can tell me how the process works?" Susan once again raised her hand along with the others, but Mister Twycross shook her head at her and pointed at Lisa.
Lisa gave the instructor an answer and the question and answer session went on. The man asked about eleven questions and Hermione answered three of them.
"Where's your little group, Potter?" He tuned into the group of morons standing beside him and he found Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini laughing at him.
He was standing at the very last, Hermione was standing at the very front as usual like a steadfast academic, Ron stood glued beside Lavender and they were somewhere in the middle. He honestly didn't know what was it that the group of morons beside him found so funny, but neither did he care, so he smirked back and went about ignoring them.
"What's so funny Potter?" Goyle sneered at him nastily.
"I was thinking on the reason for why you fools verbally assault people for no reason at all. And the truth of it amuses me."
"Oooh, the big truth…" Nott mocked him sarcastically.
"You see, it's because of your inadequate cocks that you fools choose to do this, being the bully, putting the farce bravado of confidence to hide your own insecurities. I wonder why? The only answer I keep coming back to is that maybe it's because you morons can't get your dicks to rise up to the occasion." He finished confidently, hitting too close to home.
"You've got some mouth, Potter!" Nott exclaimed angrily. Nott looked to Goyle and Zabini for support but what Nott found in the faces of his two companions threw him off, Nott didn't find defiance, no, Zabini and Goyle looked as if they were already whipped into submission.
"Hah…" He laughed lightly at his success and continued ignoring them once again.
Nott took a step forward intent on using his fist but stopped when he noticed the wand slipping into Harry's hand out from under Harry's sleeves. It stood as a warning. Everyone from the Dark family knew that Harry had lost his godfather not too long ago, and everyone was warned by the elders how the Potter heir could be unhinged. Nott took a step back diffusively. And with that, Harry turned his attention back into the class and began observing carefully.
"The important things to remember when 'Apparating' are the three D's… Can anyone tell me what they are?"
Hermione held her hand up and when Mister Twycross nodded at her; she spoke, "According to the leaflet, the three D's mean, 'Destination', 'Determination', and 'Deliberation'."
"Thank you, Miss Granger!"
"Now, we're going to practice the first Apparition exercise."
Mister Twycross motioned for a few in the first line to come about to the front. Once the five students stood in front of the five metal hoops, he spoke, "All you have to do is focus your mind on the hoop and then spin around with the intention of appearing in the hoop. Wand in hand, magic at will…"
"I'll show you how to do it, and you try again after me." Mister Twycross spoke and drew his wand out and he spun in place as he disappeared and reappeared on the wooden stand inside the centre hoop.
One by one, all of them tried, after each try, the person would move to the back and the other would get the chance to try. Hermione tried to do it, but she couldn't, not on her first try. Ron stood there like a dimwit querying to what he was supposed to do, much to Professor McGonagall's irritation that one of her cubs could be this inattentive. Surprisingly, Neville had managed to apparate on his first try although he splinched a hole in his coat, a hole so big that a person could easily put their head through it, as such he was told to repeat it again. He wondered that maybe it was because of Neville's new Cherry Wand that obviously matched him and his newfound control over his own magic.
In any case, finally, it was his turn. As the one in front of him failed to Apparate, the boy moved to the back and he stepped forward and he stood there bored out of his mind with his arms crossed.
Professor Sprout stood beside him with a notepad making notes of everyone's performance. She gave him the customary instructions, "Mister Potter, draw your wand, aim for the hoop and spin around as you try…"
He listened to Professor Sprout's half-hearted instruction and he turned back to the task at hand, he aimed at the metal hoop on the ground that was fifteen feet away from him. He didn't draw his wand, he didn't spin around in place, he simply disappeared in a swirl of warping images and he reappeared inside the hoop within that very second.
"Very good, Mister…" Mister Twycross walked up to him and spoke in a congratulatory tone.
"Potter, Harry Potter…" He walked down the steps on the other side and stepped on the grass.
"Ohhh…it's very nice to meet you, Mister Potter."
He did his best to be polite, "It's nice to meet you too, Professor."
The man inspected him and his clothes, his shoes for any signs of a 'splinching', "You've successfully 'apparated' and on your first try without as much as a scratch on you. Have you done this before?" The man questioned curiously and suspiciously.
"Actually, yes…, before Hogwarts, I've done this very often, although at the time I wasn't aware that I was 'Apparating'."
"Accidental Magic done intentionally…? Hmmm…you must have been an early bloomer, I suppose, not surprising. Please follow on to the next exercise with the 7th years." Mister Twycross spoke and motioned him to move forward.
With that, he let out a heavy sigh as he walked towards the next obstacle that the current 7th years had already learned in the last year class. He was hoping that if he finished early, he could leave, but was disappointed.
One Hour Later-
The class just ended and he was one of the final three students to move on to the final obstacle. Students who took this course last year were very well-versed on the subject and the magic. Professor McGonagall had beamed at him in pride as one of her cubs was very advanced in magic. As he was heading back to the castle, he walked past the metal hoops as he found Hermione waiting for him while tapping her leg irritably.
"Hey, Hermione…"
His brown-haired friend's first response was, "Don't 'hey, Hermione' me."
He was instantly on guard, "What happened?" He queried with a soft sigh.
"How is it that you 'apparated' on your first try?"
And that was it; he deadpanned at her, "Is that what's bothering you?"
She gave him a half-look and spoke, "Maybe…"
Harry grinned at her as he noticed her irritation disappearing bit by bit, "I might have studied up on this…a little…"
"You might have?" She asked back curiously.
He ignored her as he slowly walked to the castle and she followed suit, a few minutes later he offered, "Do you want the book that I learned it from?"
"Obviously…!"
He reached his right hand back into his cloak by his right hip and he pulled out a small black pouch, he opened the pouch and he 'Accio-ed' out a book. He once read about Apparition explained with better details in the book, although the reason he was carrying it around was because of a dark spell that he was trying to learn. After creating an inanimate clone to trick the Weasleys during Christmas, he scoured through the library in search of any cloning spell, but to his luck, he didn't find any. However, when searching the books in the 'Room of Hidden Things', he found a small book within which he found the spell he was looking for, a 'dark spell' that would create an exact copy of him with a blood sacrifice, the clone's mind would be connected to his, making it impossible for it to think on its own, but would disappear after a few hours, the only problem was that using it drained his magic. The spell was invented and was originally used for escaping from prison, a wizard had employed it and escaped the clutches of the Ministry, the wizard was later killed in a duel as the Ministry Aurors found him, since then, the spell was classified under Dark Arts. He didn't mind it if Hermione read of it, he was confident that she can keep a secret and she would never tell anyone that he had such a book at hand.
He handed her the book and he waited. It took some time, but finally, her mood lightened visibly and so he asked her decidedly, "Now, tell me what's really bothering you."
She turned to face him sporting a slightly shocked look and then she turned away before speaking, "It's Cormac…"
"What of him?"
"He's been pestering me non-stop!" Hermione spoke annoyed, irritation clearly evident in her tone.
"Pestering you...about what exactly?"
"Harry, he's pestering me for dates. I've told him 'no' a hundred times, but he just doesn't seem to understand that I'm not interested in him…and above all…" She began ranting on and on about how he kept interrupting her, how he was disturbing her and how she was considering 'hexing' the fool.
Having heard her ranting for about ten minutes, he replied, "Do you want me to take care of it?" He offered her.
"Will you, please?" Hermione jumped at the chance enthusiastically.
"Fine, I'll handle it…"
She almost screamed in his ear, "Thank you, Harry. Thank you… Thank you… Thank you…!"
"You're welcome…"
"How do you want him to be? Do you want him to be detached? Or completely terrified of you?"
Her answer was instant, "Terrified, completely terrified."
"I want him to run away, he should never come near me again. Him and his sexual innuendos, I'll hex him the next time he sets foot near me."
Harry coolly replied to her, "Consider it done. Now, let's go back to the castle, I'm famished…"
"Okay…"
And he hurried towards the castle, but turned back "Hermione…?" only to see that Hermione already had her nose buried in the book, "I suppose…" A distracted reply came about as she wondered the mechanics about Apparition and Disapparition. He shook his head a little as he walked towards the castle while rolling his eyes a little.
Quidditch Pitch-
The last month was boring; it went by like a breeze. The entire team was standing in line in front of him. Two hours of training later and here they were…
His eyes fell on the youngest team member, a second-year boy with good reflexes that he had hand-picked for the Seeker position, "Mathew…, I have a few tips for you. The field is very big and the Snitch is a mighty small target, usually, all Seekers try to fly around looking for the Snitch. In my experience, that particular strategy has never worked for me, ever. Keep in mind that the Snitch itself is very fast; it will keep outmanoeuvring you at every turn if you're not careful. If you fly around the pitch like a madman, chances are you'll never come across it. Tomorrow is your first match, it's important that you make an impression, and the only way to do that is if you're smart."
"I suggest you find a nice spot high up in the air, from where you can observe the game. Stay out of harm's way, if you try to help in, you'll only get in the way and you'll be easy pickings for the other beaters. The trick is that you keep an eye on your opponent, unlike you, the other Seeker will try to look for the Snitch, if he sees it, he will chase it, let him do the work for you, you just keep an eye on him and you'll have a good chance at finding the Snitch. He'll underestimate you and that's your advantage."
He reached into his robes and he pulled out a shrunken Firebolt, he wandlessly and non-verbally enlarged it to normal sizes and he handed it to Mathew, "Take this, it's my Firebolt… You don't have skill or finesse for 'Seeking' just yet, but with this, you'll have speed, it might give you an edge. Go fly a few rounds, familiarise with it."
"Thank you, Harry." The twelve-year-old gave him the look of utter amazement and flew off on the Firebolt giddy from the excitement, much to the amusement of the other teammates, except for one.
"Potter, you said that you'll put me as the Seeker. You promised…" Accusations came flying at him as one Cormac McLaggen the reserve player angrily approached him.
Harry let out a sigh and spoke sounding tired, "Cormac, when did I promise you anything? I said, 'I'll think about it' and I've thought it over and I've decided against it."
"In fact, I was meaning to have a word in private with you after this, but since you brought it up…" He began confidently, "Professor McGonagall and I have decided to relieve you from the team. Apparently, your grades have fallen well below average and you're not really a team player. Return the broom, the gear and you can leave."
Cormac stood there shell-shocked for a few minutes, stood frozen at a loss for words.
"You can't do that…! You're not the Captain, you're the coach." Cormac immediately turned to Katie and looked at her hoping that she would back him up.
Katie, on the other hand, replied casually, "You heard him, you can leave Cormac."
Harry didn't smile or smirk or anything, he simply gave the stubborn boy a blank look, as Cormac yelled, "The school will hear about this Potter, my father will too... And when he does, you'll regret it."
"Oooh, I'm so frightened… I don't give a flying fuck about you or your father, now piss off…!" Cormac seemed as if he was about to cry, but gritted his teeth together in anger and stormed away with an angry roar.
"That was wicked, mate!" Ron exclaimed impressed with how he handled Cormac.
"Thank you, Ron." He feigned an appreciative grin and continued as if nothing had happened, "Moving on… Demelza, you prefer your right side, so you're overbalancing to the right side when you hold the ball to your hip. Try to avoid that. Since, you're overbalancing to the right, if anyone simply gives a small push to the open side, the ball would jump out of your hands. Try holding it in the centre, that way you can defend with your shoulders if someone approaches you from the sides."
"Ginny, pass the Quaffle to Katie or Demelza when you have the chance, it's a team game, you don't have to score every single goal yourself…"
"Hmmm…, Ron, you're in good form, but that's no excuse to fouling every few minutes. Try not to Flack next time."
"Robert, Charles, I'm impressed with you two. Keep up the good work. Remember, Beaters are partners in crime, the better the bond between you two, the stronger your game is goin' to be…" The pair of fourth-year best-friends/Beaters nodded with a stiff salute, "Sir, yes, sir..."
He smirked at the two idiots with pride and continued, "Katie, you are the most experienced, and you're the Captain. Your game is perfect. Just one advice, you're the Captain, so act like it, don't hesitate. If a plan backfires, improvise and mop it up on spot, don't try to overthink it from the very beginning, it'll cost you precious time in the field, every single thing cannot be predicted."
"MATHEW…" He called to the youngest team member.
The twelve-year-old boy flew down back to the ground and stood beside Katie excitement still very much evident in his face. Just as all the players stood in line, he barked out, "What are we here to do?"
"Win…" The team chorused.
"Again…, what are we here to do?"
"WIN…" The team chorused again.
"LOUDER…!"
"WIN…" This time, the team chorused as loud as possible.
"Good…" He approved and he finished, "Let's wrap it up."
Quidditch Changing Room-
"Ron, please for the love of god, let it go!" He groaned in annoyance.
The ginger-headed boy, whom he considered a friend once upon a time, spoke sounding outraged, "Tell me one good reason for why I can't have the Firebolt? I'm more experienced, I'm your best friend and I'm a much better player than Mathew."
Katie walked by in her purple bathrobe after having finished her bath, she countered in his place, "Mathew is the youngest here and unlike you, he needs all the help he can get, Weasley!"
"You stay out of this…" Ron barked back at Katie, as Robert and Charles shook their head and made impressions behind Ron's back, to which Demelza and Ginny snickered quietly.
Harry used Katie's reasoning to try and ease Ron, "You heard her, Ron. Mathew needs the most help, he has talent, but he lacks experience. And you said so yourself, you're very experienced in Quidditch, unlike him."
The said boy in question slowly walked up to them and started nervously, "Harry…"
"Yes…!"
"He can have the Firebolt if he wants, I can play without it." Mathew offered out loud.
He immediately turned to Ron and gave him a look that would have scared the Dark Lord himself, "See! He is four years younger than you and he is more mature than you are."
Katie pulled her jumper down and finished dressing as she walked to Mathew and pulled the young boy along, "You come with me, dear."
And as she pulled the young Seeker away, she gave Ron a look, "Grow up, Weasley."
Ron stuttered back, "But...but..."
"Thank you, Katie…" He thanked Katie as Ron turned and gave him a glare.
Ron kept giving him the look of anger as Ginny walked towards them, and immediately pulled the idiot down by the ear, "Why do you have to be such a prat?"
"Owww…" Ron wailed out in pain.
"Thank you, Ginny…" He thanked his secret pet and he continued, "Get him back to the castle and smack him on the head for me."
With that, Ginny pulled Ron out with her as the grip on his ear never wavered, while the ginger-headed teen kept wailing in pain over and over again. Katie, Demelza and Mathew followed suit behind the two Weasleys.
As he took the towel and was about to take a shower, Robert and Charles approached him, "Harry, we sort of need some advice." Charles was the one to begin.
Deep down, to the two fourth-year boys, he was this tall, lean and menacing, in short, a big brother figure that terrified the two boys, "'We' or 'you', be specific."
"We…!" Charles clarified and continued after a short pause, "Recently, we found out that we're both interested in the same girl. We both argued initially, but in the end, we realised that neither one of us would be happy if either of us dated the girl. We want your wisdom."
"Hmm…, what do you want? My advice or the answer…?" He asked them carefully.
Robert immediately replied, "Advice…" Meanwhile, Charles was quick to reply, "Answer…"
Harry smirked at the two boys and gave Robert a knowing look, "You've already figured out the answer, haven't you Bob?"
He didn't wait for Robert to answer, he simply continued, "Well, in any case, my advice is that both of you come to a compromise on the subject. The answer to this situation is simple, neither of you should date the girl in question."
Charles immediately followed up on the question with his own question, "How is that an answer? We both have a crush on her."
"Look, no good ever comes from two friends vying for the same girl; conversely, two girls vying for the attention of the same boy won't work either. It will only ever compromise a friendship. We're all teenagers here; we are emotionally incapable of properly perceiving romantic love. It's not that we can't love someone romantically, it's just we can't do it properly. It's only in the rarest of cases, where either two people are very, very suitable and compatible, or two people who have gone through a lot of hardships together can make such a relationship work as teenagers. Or in the cases of parentified children who are emotionally very mature can also feel such intense love. For example, in the entire school, have you ever come across two people who can put all things aside and stay together till the end of the seventh year?" He paused for a moment, both the boys opened their mouths a few times as if they almost had an answer, but in the end, they both fell short, "I didn't think so…"
"In the end, you'll have to ask yourself the important question. Is your friendship more worth it to you, or is it the girl?" Harry concluded carefully, phrasing it in a way so that neither of them could deny the logic of it.
"Think about it." He advised the two and walked towards the shower, but stopped when he noticed something.
"Wait…!" He called and both Robert and Charles, turned to look at him and he continued, "Are those your towels on the bench?" Both the boys stood there with their eyes widened as if they were a pair of deer caught in the headlights.
"Put the towels in the hamper and get out of here." He ordered as a stern disciplinarian. The two fourth years stumbled on to the towels, picked them up, dropped them in the hamper and disappeared through the door within a flash.
He tossed his robes onto the top of the hamper in the corner and strode into the shower block, cold stone walls with about six shower heads equally spaced around the room, gutters in the stone floor leading to a drain in the middle of the room. Two small windows high up on the wall, the perpetually damp and chilly room caused his breath in front of him to frost as soon as he stepped into the room.
Kicking off his shoes and socks and slipping out of his underwear he tossed them on one of the wooden benches and stepped under of the shower heads. The water was magically charmed to activate immediately at the perfect temperature, not too scalding, but not too cold either, perfect for washing away the dirt and relaxing all the knotted muscles in the body. The room filled with swelling clouds of steam within moments. He was content with standing under the hot water, his hair for once splashed down across his forehead, the water streaking down his well-defined and very muscular v-taper back and down his legs, filling the drains below.
Hog's Head Inn-
The last couple of months had moved by very quickly. He was posing himself as an adult. A hooded figure sitting inside the empty bar and drinking something strong, he didn't ask what the poison was, simply took it and gulped it down. Tomorrow, he and Dumbledore were going to the Seaside Cave to retrieve one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
And incidentally, tomorrow, Malfoy was planning to bring Death Eaters into the Castle via the now fully repaired Vanishing Cabinet that is connected to another Vanishing Cabinet located in Borgin and Burkes Shop for Dark Antiquities in Knockturn Alley. It was no accident that Dumbledore was choosing tomorrow as the date to leave for the Cave, he was certain that the Headmaster had some ulterior motive to it.
For one, the Headmaster could easily take Professor McGonagall, or Professor Flitwick, with him to the Cave and retrieve the Horcrux without any problems, but no, the Headmaster was taking him, a sixth year student with him. Dumbledore wanted him there for some reason, he didn't know why, but frankly, he wasn't very concerned either. On the other hand, he wasn't blind, he did notice that Dumbledore's withered hand that was deteriorating further; the infection had visibly spread across the Grand Sorcerer's entire arm.
The only logical conclusion that he could come to was that the Headmaster was planning on some sort of suicide assault. Due to Voldemort's memories, he was very much aware of the spells inside the Cave; he was certain that Dumbledore alone cannot go inside and return, not at his weakened state, especially not after drinking the poison in the basin.
He was thinking, he would have liked it if he knew the details of Dumbledore's plans, but the headmaster was unwilling to share such details, so he was only half-interested. As he was wracking his head for anything regarding anything, hoping that at least something would come up to connect the dots.
Suddenly, another hooded figure approached him on his side and whispered, "Seven Snakes of Slytherin…"
"Basilisk…!" He whispered back his reply; the words stood as confirmation that he was indeed her contact.
"Ears everywhere… Meet me by the west!" The woman whispered and disappeared.
He stood up after dropping a couple of sickles by the empty glass and he too vanished.
It was almost nightfall, the sun was going down and the light was dull, getting darker by the passing minute.
He reached the west side and waited as the shadowy figure approached him, "You're late, Skeeter."
"Is that how you're going to treat me, Harry, your dear old friend? I'm doing you a favour here!" For some reason, it seemed like she was trying very hard to sound normal, if that was possible.
He ignored her false words of sweetness, "Follow me!" With that, they both disappeared through the woods until they stood in front of the secret entrance of the secret passage that led straight to a secret chamber under Greenhouse Five.
He whipped his wand out and he gave a horizontal slash as the tip of his wand glowed a shade of deep green. The rocks moved aside as they rearranged and the vines of plants stood aside and an open wooden door became visible. He motioned Rita in, and as she hesitantly walked in, he followed behind her and the rocks closed the door as the plants arranged itself on top of the rocks to cover up the entrance.
Almost twenty minutes later, he and Skeeter were inside the underground chamber. The whole room was under 'extension', so he lit the lamps and took his seat on an armchair, as Rita took her seat opposing him.
"Do you have it?" He asked directly not wanting to beat around the bush.
"Have you got something for me?" Rita asked back in an obvious tone.
He nodded his head at her as he reached his hand into his inner jacket and took out a gold necklace with an emerald engraved in a gold locket from inside his coat and held it up, "A fully licenced International Portkey, as promised..."
Rita inspected the necklace and spoke, "Hard to get. Especially under the current circumstances within the Ministry…"
Rita was about to snatch the necklace, but he pulled his hand back before she could, "Where's the list?"
Rita took a rolled up parchment and held it towards him, she also held up her other hand, he placed the necklace and at the exact moment she took the necklace, he pulled the parchment.
He looked over the names in the list and asked, "What guarantee do I have that these names in this are indeed real?"
All the coy amusement in her tone was gone now, "Listen, Potter, I took a huge risk by stealing this for you from Yaxley's office. I was almost caught, so don't you dare judge me?"
Harry smirked and asked mockingly, "Why are you so surprised? You have a history of untrustworthy behaviour, you can't expect me to be not careful, now can you?"
He never took his eyes off the list, "And don't act...! You didn't do this for me, Rita. You did this for yourself. Whatever your reasons might be, don't pretend as if this was a favour."
She was about to protest, but he beat her to it, "Look, I hate Riddle just as much as you do, so calm down."
"Unlike you, I have nothing to hate the Dark Lord for, I fear him, so should you…"
"Fear him…?" Harry muttered curiously to himself.
His curiosity was followed by another question, "Why do you fear him? You're a pureblood according to the records in the Ministry. And the Dark Lord is partial towards the purebloods. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that it almost seems like you're running from something?"
Rita immediately became defensive, "Who said anything about escaping? The Portkey is just a precaution."
Rita was a very convincing liar, but unfortunately for her, Harry had direct eye contact and close proximity, which made Legilimency a cinch. "Good god...! You're almost six months pregnant!"
Stunned, that was the only word of how he would describe Rita's expression to be, "I'm…not…" She tried to deny it out loud, but her eyes lied.
His eyes widened as he read through her memories, it was a treasure trove of information. He took a deep breath and began calmly, "The lack of usual make-up on your person was surprising at first, but then it dawned on me, if you didn't care about your appearance, then the 'glamour spell' on you makes no sense. I see, the glamour spell isn't to beautify you, no; it was to hide your bulging belly."
"Finite…" He spoke as he gave a wave of his hand and the glamour spell wore off. Her real appearance became visible, her eyes portrayed a lack of sleep, her hair was unkempt, her clothes were a little dirty and her slightly bulging belly was clear through the stretched clothes.
"You're trying to leave the country!" He concluded confidently.
Rita gritted her teeth and almost screamed at him, "What I do with my life is none of your concern, you bastard." With that, she stood up outraged and started walking away through the passageway.
Something told him that Rita had valuable information in her head; he couldn't risk losing it. He stood up from his seat and he asked loudly, "Do you know who the father is?" He was trying to probe her, if he got her to think about the father, then he could easily glean the information from her mind.
As he read her thoughts, his feeble curiosity waned away as absolute interest took over instantly, "You have no idea who the father is, do you?"
She stopped in her tracks, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD." She screamed at him.
As her anger surfaced, all the bad memories flooded her mind as he read through them all, "You were captured by Death Eaters more than six months ago. And you were in their captivity until nineteen days ago."
She turned around and tears were freely falling down her cheek, "Please stop…" She begged him to stop it. He immediately walked up to her and pulled her in for a hug. He couldn't believe that he was comforting Rita Skeeter of all people. She meant nothing to him, he didn't even pity her, she was nothing but a possible tool.
As she cried into his chest, he took his time to read her mind in its entirety. It all started six months back when several Death Eaters escaped Azkaban since it was no longer being guarded by the Dementors and the security was growing lax due to the number of Ministry officials going missing. Among the escapees were Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov and Travers, the ones the Aurors captured in the Department of Mysteries last year. Ministry apparently kept the breakout a secret from the public, even from other Ministry employees, hoping to recapture the escapees silently, it was surprising because not even the Order knew of this.
Rita who got wind of a rumour from one of her sources in Azkaban decided to investigate. Her investigation led her straight to a group of missing young muggle girls in the Mystic Forest. And that was where she made a mistake, she transformed from her beetle animagi form into her real self when she explored the underground cavern due to the fear of deadly wards that can't be detected without a wand, something she can't do in her animagi form. And that was when she was ambushed by Fenrir Greyback, who was guarding the girls under Dolohov's orders. She was knocked unconscious, and in her blank state, her magic was suppressed by a pair of 'magic supressing cuffs', and due to that, she too became one of the kidnap victims. Since her magic was suppressed, she couldn't escape by turning into a beetle. She kept her animagus ability to turn into a beetle as a secret and waited for the right opportunity to escape.
But the interesting part was the fact that the Lestrange brothers once again gained Riddle's favour and they retreated back to Rabastan Lestrange's Manor to keep hidden and out of sight for the time being. It's there Rita's story took a nasty turn. The escapees turned the Lestrange Manor into a personal taste of haven. They turned the dungeon into a prison, where they imprisoned Rita and the other girls. It became a pleasure house for the upper circle men of the Death Eater Corps, solely for members from the dark families of the Sacred Twenty Eight. The manor was only accessible for the two dozen or so men directly serving the Dark Lord, not even the women in the Inner Circle were granted privy to the information.
So many other women and witches were kidnapped and imprisoned there in the coming months, and all of them were regularly raped by the Death Eaters, they often who took turns and enjoyed it considering it as their reward for serving the Dark Lord and supporting Riddle's sacred cause.
Until nineteen days ago, Rita was their captive among the other dozen women; she was roughed up, brutalised and raped at least twice every single day, sometimes by three men or more at the same time. She had gotten pregnant, but that didn't discourage the Death Eaters from regularly violating all of her holes. By some miracle, she didn't miscarry even after all those months of continued physical abuse. Thankfully, the Death Eaters didn't account for one thing, the pregnancy improved the mother's magical prowess. The growing child's magic awakened and took root at the fifth month and that magic of the child combined with her own dormant magic. Due to the child's magic being inside her, her body adapted to the effects and the mental grasp of her own magic grew exponentially. As such the 'magik-suppression' spell on the cuffs was no longer strong enough to suppress her combined magical prowess. With her magical prowess returned, she managed to transform into her animagi form and she escaped the manor in the dead of the night. Since no one knew of Rita's animagus ability, no charms to prevent the animagi were included among the various magical wards.
After escaping, she realised that she needed a plan, and her plan was to run away from the country. Since her unborn child was the reason for her escape from an otherwise dreadful fate, she didn't want to abort the child; she wanted to keep it, even if she had no idea of who the father might be. The fact that one of her rapists could be the father of her child didn't matter to her anymore; she just wanted to leave the country, somewhere she and her child could be free and safe from the Death Eaters.
All of this was new information to him. He had no idea that such a place even existed, that too under the Lestrange Manor. Quintus Parkinson didn't know any of this when he had invaded the man's mind because it was around then when the men escaped Azkaban, after that, he never went to update himself of any new information that his 'mole' might have acquired. Narcissa, being a woman wasn't privy to the information.
In any case, it changed all his plans after Hogwarts; he could capitalise on this Intel and get all the Death Eaters in one spot, in one place, something which was previously still just a wishful plan with a high-risk factor, but now, it was a very much possible scenario without the suicidal risk.
Something about a pregnant woman's glow turned him on. Rita was a fairly beautiful milf, she was in her early forties and she was full of curves. It wasn't fat, it was the plump curve of her body, and her shapely legs were to die for. Due to her pregnancy, her tits were even bigger and juicier than before. And the bulging belly only made her all the more alluring. The lack of make-up somehow only seemed to make her alluring features more attractive.
As she was crying into his chest, he slowly backed her against the dusty stone wall of the passageway. Rita tried to separate away, but she couldn't. The moment she took a step back within whatever space she had behind her, Harry pinned her to the wall.
"Let me go!" She struggled against him, but he leaned down and forcefully kissed her. Rita tried to push him away, but he caught her wrists and pinned her hands to her sides. As he kissed her passionately, he forcefully raised her arms up above her head. Suddenly, a rope appeared and it snaked around her wrists and tied them together.
Rita broke the kiss as she realised what was happening to her, he was about to rape her. Her worst nightmare resurfaced in her mind as she cried as tears fell, "Please, don't..." She begged him to stop.
But then something unexpected happened, he let go of her hands that he was holding above her head and as she slowly brought her arms down, he lifted her chin and kissed her lips. She stood there shocked and dazed by the kiss. Before she could regain her bearings, he bent down and lifted her bridal style in his arms.
Before she knew it, Rita was lying on a soft bed as Harry was undressing her robes. She couldn't transform into a beetle due to the powerful wards protecting the chamber, so she had no choice. She didn't know how it had gotten here, one moment they were kissing and he was undressing her next. The only thing that kept her from screaming was the fact that her hormones were haywire and her libido was through the roof. Potter's animalistic passion was enough to arouse her to that point it became impossible for her to say no to him.
"Mhmmm…" She moaned as Harry danced and brought her tongue into submission with his skilled kiss. Finally, she was fully naked again, but she didn't have a seizure as she was within the warmth of Harry's naked body.
He was lying on her right side. She felt him squeezing his right hand between her fleshy thighs and he lifted her right leg up exposing her pussy. Her breath hitched when he folded his right knee on the bed and placed her right leg over his knee. He twisted her to the side and he pressed himself behind her naked back.
"Ooohhh…" She moaned again as Harry bit into her right tit, she could feel her tender nipple being grinded between his teeth.
Just then, without warning, she felt his humongous cock prodding against her pussy lips, "Ahhh…" She screamed out loud.
He detached his mouth from her juicy tits and he shushed her with a whisper, "Shhhhh…, I'll be very gentle!" He reassured her softly. With that, he captured her lips with his and started playing with her tongue.
And when they detached for air, she licked her lips and replied with a dazed look, "I'm scared!" He adjusted his long left arm a little on which Rita was lying on top of so that it became a little more mobile.
After six months of captivity, sex was the last thing on Rita's mind, but it didn't matter to him in the least as he had seduced her against her will. Rita was an alluring sex toy and nothing else. He was proud of the fact that he was a heartless monster without morality.
Soon enough, he was thrusting his member into Rita's warm and comfortable pussy as he was pumping her right tit with his left hand that was wrapped around her body, while French-kissing her tongue.
Suddenly her entire body stiffened, he stopped thrusting into her pussy, she broke the kiss and turned her head and looked down on her belly. Harry's right hand was on her bulging belly. Rita almost had a minor panic reflex, memories of masked Death Eater punching her bulging belly surfaced on her mind. She was about to begin struggling against him, but he held her tightly in place. "Shhhh..." He whispered in her ear, as his right hand began rubbing slow circles on the underside of her pregnant belly. She instantly melted into the warmth of his circling hand on her soft skin.
The cot began creaking again as they started bouncing, her pussy made an odd squelching noise as he pounded her cunt raw. Suddenly, her right breast started stinging as he squeezed her areola; milk started squirting out like a fountain. She detached her mouth from his lips yet again and screamed as her toes curled, "GODDDD…" And with that, she had her first orgasm.
She breathed raggedly as he kept pounding into her wet pussy, "You have the cock of a god, honey. So biggg…" She moaned in pleasure.
And in a flash, he bit her neck, "Owww…" Rita's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.
He traced his tongue across her neck up to her jaw and he pressed the soft tip of his tongue on her unique pleasure spot. The moment he touched her pleasure spot, her other nipple automatically started leaking droplets of milk that rolled off her skin. Rita's entire body shivered as he sped up; pounding his long godly cock into her warm and snug pussy at a brisk pace, "Tell me!" He commanded her.
"I love your big cock, sir. I love it." She stuttered out shakily through her consistent moans.
He kissed her lips and stared into her eyes and replied, "Good! Here's your reward!"
Rita felt Harry's right hand sliding down from the underside of her belly to her exposed pussy. Due to the hormonal changes during pregnancy, the increased blood flow had engorged her clit and made it more sensitive to touch. The moment she felt her clit being squeezed between Harry's pointer and middle finger, that was it. Her toes curled and her body arched and her entire body shuddered to the point that it brought an instant orgasm.
This orgasm was different; he felt it, as this one was more pronounced than the last one. The vibration he felt on his member inside her cunt was enough to push him towards an orgasm, he groaned loudly along with her moan, "Fuck, yeah…" He slammed his cock into her cunt and held it deep in place as he cummed inside her.
He pulled his cock out of her cunt and he lied on his back beside her. His seed was pouring out her pussy that was stretched open. He raised his hand and slapped her right butt cheek and he watched it jiggle sexily, it only made the milf subconsciously snuggle closer to him for warmth.
He gently pulled the milf over to him and she snuggled in instantly. Within seconds, she was lying sideways on his chest, her bulging belly pressing softly up against his midsection. He grabbed her right nipple and tugged gently on it as it dripped milk, "Say it!"
"Masterr..." Rita muttered as her eyelids grew heavier and dozed off with a content look on her face.
"Wow, Quintus's memories are right, fucking a depraved pregnant slut is so much more satisfying." He mused to himself with a satisfied grin.