The Saga Of Harry Potter and the Sisters Black

Harry Potter and the Sisters Black P.17

The next morning, Harry awakens to the scent of strawberries. He opens his eyes and can make out a brown blur. He snuggles a little closer to Hermione and gets a better smell of her hair before he reluctantly disengages. He puts on his glasses and scans the room more closely than he did the night before. There are three efficiency cots, two dressers, and one King-sized bed. Harry can see one blonde still sleeping but his other thralls are nowhere to be seen. He grabs his toiletries and heads for the shower.
While Harry is in the shower, Tonks returns to the room for a quick change of clothes.
Hermione is in her bra and knickers when the door opens to allow Tonks to enter the room. "Hiya Tonks."
The Auror looks over to her mistress, "Wotcher Hermione."
Hermione reaches into the closest to grab her robes, accidentally pulling her knickers tight against her bum.
Tonks can see a faint outline in Hermione's knickers as she gets her own robes. "You still wearing that butt plug?"
Hermione blushes as she turns around, "Yeah. I wear it all the time unless I have to use the loo."
Tonks nods her head, "Tell Harry I needed to talk to Dumbledore."
By the time Harry's cleaned up, both Cissa and Hermione are up and about.
"Master, my sister said she wanted to get an early start and my niece had to consult with the headmaster."
"Thank you Cissa. How will you be spending your day?"
"I'll be spending most of my day in here, going over the spell books your parents left for you, and the rest will be spent patrolling the hallways, looking for mischief, not of your doing."
Harry grins at the last bit.
Hermione soon returns from the shower and the two head for the common room where they find the rest of the teens waiting for them.
Ron is looking particularly upbeat while Luna looks even more out of it than normal.
Harry decides that he really doesn't want to know and the group heads down to the Great Hall.
At breakfast, McGonagall gives the teen their schedules. All of them except Luan and Ginny have DADA first thing. After that, Ron has CoMC and Herbology while Harry and Hermione have Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
As they approach the door to the DADA room, Harry surreptitiously draws his wand.
To their surprise, they find the door open and that they are the first to arrive.
Harry's instincts go off just before they touch the door. Without a word, Harry waves the others back. He then uses a gentle repelling charm to push the door open. As soon as the door is open far enough for a person to enter, a scarlet beam shoots through the doorway.
Harry leads the way as the teens enter the room, hexing up a storm as they go. Once they are all the way in, they find Professor Snape unconscious, apparently from the first set of courses they'd used.
Harry grabs the fallen teacher's wand while Hermione wakes up the greasy-haired man.
Snape sits up with a start to find four very angry teenagers. He looks at them, "Normally, you would be in trouble for attacking a teacher; however, you passed your first exam of the year with flying colors. May I have my wand back?"
Harry gives the professor a particularly nasty glare before he tosses the wand.
Slowly the rest of the class trickles in and is not attacked. When the bell rings to announce the start of class, the door slams shut and Snape says, "Welcome to NEWT preparatory Defense Against the Dark Arts. We will be focusing heavily on actual magical combat this year. Those of you who do not have the coordination," Snape glares at Neville, "to duel effectively, will no doubt wish to transfer out immediately."
Harry makes a mental note to come down on Snape the first chance he gets.
"This morning upon arrival at class, Misters Potter, Longbottom, Weasley and Ms. Granger were beset upon by an unknown assailant. They managed to subdue the attacker with no injury of any sort to themselves, which is quite remarkable. Their counter-attack was short and brutal, but no more than was needed to take out the attacker. Now, under normal circumstances that would be worthy of House Points, but given the circumstances, they will be excused from the homework for the remainder of the month."
Everyone is amazed by the professor's actions.
"Now, we will begin class by having several practice duels. The rules are very simple, with no lethal or regulated spells. Now, as Mr. Potter has more dueling experience from his time as Hogwarts Champion in the Tri-Wizard tournament, he shall have the distinguished honor of facing me in the first duel."
Snape waves his wand and the room seems to expand, leaving a dueling arena at the front of the class.
Snape smirks evilly as he steps up to the mark.
Harry has his wand in hand as he steps towards the other mark.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you please start the match?"
Draco is grinning from ear to ear as he walks to between the combatants. He stands between the two and extends his arm.
Harry prepares a Shield spell while Snape sets up for an all-out barrage.
Draco brings his arm down and as he turns to jump out of the way, he deliberately steps into Harry's line of sight, hoping to distract the young wizard. However, his plan backfires as he catches Snape's first spell in the back. He falls forward and his Transfiguration is complete before he hits the ground. The class breaks up laughing at the sight of a blonde ferret. However, Snape and Harry don't have time to be amused.
Severus launches a convoluted series of hexes that Harry barely manages to dodge.
Harry rolls to his feet and launches a mix of Stunning and Disarming spells.
Snape manages to shield against most of Potter's spells and dodge the rest. He responds with a Whirlwind Charm that Harry barely manages to get out of the way.
Harry thinks quickly and hopes the new spell works. Harry aims his wand and shouts, "Darwinismus Faßte!"
A burst of light shoots from Harry's wand and connects with the surprised professor's chest.
There's a bright flash of light and when it clears, everyone breaks up laughing. Where there once was Professor Snape now is a creature with an odd assortment of limbs. It has one leg of a giraffe while the other is that of a rhinoceros, it has the torso of a zebra, one arm is that of a dog while the other is from a turtle, and it has the head of an elephant. The thing trumpets loudly as it falls to the ground.
Harry's still laughing as he says, "Give up sir?"
Snape manages a barely perceptible nod.
Harry manages the counterspell with only minimal problems with laughing.
Snape stands up with as much dignity as he can manage as he picks up his wand. He then bows to Harry who returns the bow. "Mr. Potter, we will need to speak after class concerning that spell and its appropriateness when used against a teacher."
Harry has a smug grin on his face as he takes a seat.
Snape regards Draco for a moment before he changes him back to normal. "Mr. Malfoy, in the future you will wish to avoid trying to influence the outcome of duels. You have hereby penalized one month's detention for your actions. Please step up to the mark for your duel. Hmm... I think Ms. Granger would make for a proper opponent if you would please Ms. Granger."
Hermione steps up to the opposite mark while Snape takes up the position that Draco had. He brings his arm down and fades away, allowing the match to start in earnest.
Draco is just getting his shield up as two Stunners and a Disarming charm connect with it. Draco barely manages to dodge as all of them tear through his shield like it doesn't even exist. He sends back a hurried Stunner which Hermione easily blocks.
The young witch aims a spell at the ground below Draco that turns it into a mass of vines that trips him up. While he's distracted, Hermione quickly plans out her assault before launching four spells.
The first spell flashes brilliantly, blinding everyone in the room for a moment. When everybody can see clearly, they start to break out laughing again. Draco is suspended upside-down from the ceiling, in a full-body bind completely naked.
Snape almost shrieks, "MS. GRANGER!" The professor looks like he's about to have a heart attack.
Hermione has a smug grin on her face as she meekly says, "Yes sir?"
"I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU KNOW THAT SPELL BUT NEVER USE IT IN CLASS AGAIN! AM I UNDERSTOOD?"
Hermione chuckles quietly, the smirk never leaving her face, "Yes sir."
Snape is starting to get his heart back under control as he releases the ex-Prefect. "Go get dressed Mr. Malfoy, and remember this incident when speaking to Ms. Granger in the future, please!"
Draco's hands are covering his minute equipment as he shuffles out of the room.
The remainder of the class is split almost in half by those that were in the DA and those that were not. The students who were not in the DA routinely find themselves pitted against those that were and find themselves coming in a poor second.
Finally, all of the students have dueled and not a single non-DA member has triumphed over a member of the Defense Association.
Snape stands at the front of the class. "For those of you too slow to do the math," he looks directly at some of his Slytherin's, "every victor had one common factor. They were all part of last year's illegal Defense Association. The club will be continued this year in an official capacity lead by Mr. Potter and overseen by our new security consultant, Auror Nymphadora Tonks." Snape doesn't even have a chance to move as a curse flies out of the door to the teachers' room and hits him square in the arse. He jumps into the air with a howl of pain as Tonks walks into the classroom.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, DON'T CALL ME NYMPHADORA!"
Snape glares at his assistant. "I stand corrected."
Tonks give him a cheeky grin, "Well, you ain't sitting for a while so I guess that'll do."
Turning back to the grinning students, "Your homework for the next class is to analyze your duel, the good and the bad. Dismissed."
The bell rings at Snape's last word.
All of the students except Harry file out, unable to stop talking about the class. Finally, it's only Snape and Harry in the classroom.
"I take it I did something to anger you, Harry?"
"Yes, I took exception to the remark to Neville."
Snape nods his head in thought, "Very well. I did not anticipate such a strong reaction concerning your friends and I should have. I will try to not insult Mr. Longbottom, but old habits are hard to break."
Harry smirks at the man, "Don't worry sir, just remember, I have an entire bag full of tricks like the one I used today."
If at all possible Snape pales even further, "Out of curiosity, what spell did you use?"
Harry grins, "A German spell, translates into 'Darwin's Grab-bag'."
Snape's eyes go wide incomprehension of what could have gone wrong.
"If you will excuse me, sir, Hermione and I will be late if I don't leave."
"Why didn't she leave on her own?"
"Her Oath sir. We don't want to stretch things further than needed."
Snape nods his head before he Summons a small piece of parchment and a quill. He scratches out something on the parchment before handing it to Harry. "So you won't have broken any rules to get to class."
"Thank you, sir," Harry says as he leaves the room to find Hermione waiting for him.
Hermione takes Harry's hand and leads him to a hallway not far from the Library.
In one of the classrooms, they find half a dozen students waiting for them and sitting at the front of the room on the top of her desk is a dark-haired woman who looks in her late twenties, wearing a black micro-mini skirt, a v-cut shirt that would mean that any bra she was wearing would have to be very low cut, and a pair of three-inch spike heels.
She stands up as the pair enters the room. Her voice is smoother than silk as she says, "Ah... Hermione, Harry, let me guess, Snape?"
"Yes, Marissa. Harry, this is Marissa Sesso. She's the teacher."
Marissa sticks her hand out, "Pleasure to have you in class Harry. In case Hermione hasn't briefed you, we're pretty informal in here, so few students take the class that there's never been a problem with it."
Harry takes her hand and forces himself to focus on her face. "I'm glad to be here. I hope I won't slow things down too bad."
Marissa laughs lightly. "Don't worry, I taught Narcissa Black. She and Hermione should have you up to speed in no time at all."
She waves her hand at the blackboard and a set of lines appear on it.
"Today we are going to deal with something relatively simple, Old English Runes."
Harry focuses on the runes for a moment before he starts to mouth words.
Marissa stares at Harry hard, "Can you translate this Harry?"
Harry's voice is slightly distant as he says, "It means something along the lines of 'Welcome Stranger'."
Marissa grins madly, "It actually does mean 'Many Welcomes Stranger' but how did you know?"
"You seem to be familiar with my situation concerning Narcissa Black, how much do you know about it?"
"Only that she and her sister now belong to you."
"The spell I used was Servus secus."
"Ah... the Sex Slave curse. It means that you can access a few of their abilities correct?"
"Yes, it does."
"Interesting, this could get fun. I know about the spell because I've studied a lot of old texts trying to decipher many different runes."
Marissa waves her wand again and the rune is replaced with a different one. "Can you translate this one, Harry?"
Harry can feel the knowledge tickling the back of his brain. He starts to go through words based on their sound. Finally, he's translated the runes and he blushes. "I hope I'm wrong, but I come up with the translation, 'House of Love'."
Marissa looks at Harry for a moment before she turns back to the board. She stares for a moment and closes her eyes. Her eyes snap behind her eyelids for almost a minute before she blushes and turns to Harry. "I am so sorry. You're right. I miss-aligned one part. It was supposed to be 'Lovely house'." She waves her wand and the runes realign themselves. "Alright, as it would appear the teacher is in more need of help than the student, let's begin in earnest."
Cissa is in the library and can feel her master gently touching her mind when a rather pretty Asian girl approaches her. In a timid voice, the girl says, "Excuse me, Ms. Black."
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"My name is Cho Chang and I wanted to speak to you in private if you don't mind."
Narcissa's mind momentarily clouds with rage at the pain this harlot had caused her master. However, before Cissa can reach for her wand, reason reasserts itself. "Of course Ms. Chang, there's a private room right over here." Narcissa leads the girl to a small reading room that is easily sealed. Once their privacy is ensured, Narcissa says, "Now how can I help you?"
"I read about the situation between you, your sister, and Harry."
"Yes, we're his property and he is our owner, lord, and master."
Cho takes a steadying breath, "You probably know about what happened last year correct?"
"I know full well that you lead him on falsely until Valentine's Day and then betrayed him for some girl named Edgecombe."
Cho almost takes a step back at the venom in the other woman's voice. "I wasn't leading him on, honestly. I was still grieving over Cedric and I will admit I was using Harry primarily as a connection to him." Cho looks at Cissa with tears in her eyes, "But damn it all, I do care about Harry. Not for the Boy-Who-Lived crap, but because he's a kind and generous man. I want to apologize to him for all the crap I put him through last year. I was going to do it when school started, but then I saw the article in the Daily Prophet about you and your sister. I was hoping you would help me."
Narcissa's gaze has thawed a bit as she says, "Help you how?"
"I want to do proper penance. However, I'm afraid that he'll curse me on sight rather than allow me to explain myself and ask for his forgiveness."
Narcissa's mind wars with her instinctive hatred of the woman who hurt her master. Finally, she says, "I'll help you at least get heard but I can't make any promises beyond that."
Cho looks at Narcissa and says, "You will? Thank you."
"I said I would help you, but there's a price."
"I'll do anything for the chance to have Harry hear my case."
"Very well, the first part of the fee is that you will take one hundred swats on your naked bum."
"You mean as in a spanking?"
"Indeed I do. You will also have to be completely naked," Cissa says, knowing that if there is any doubt in the girl's mind, this should stop her cold.
Cho's hands are shaking as she reaches up and undoes her robe. She takes off her robe and lays it across the desk. She pulls her shirt off, revealing her silk-clad breasts. She turns around, presenting her luscious arse to Cissa as she bends over and takes off her shoes and socks. She undoes her trousers and once more bends at the hips as she takes them off. Narcissa licks her lips as Cho slowly peels off her silk panties, revealing a tight bum. Cho turns around and Cissa can see Cho's shaven snatch. Cho reaches up and undoes the front clasp on her bra before laying it on the desk. "I'm ready for my spanking."
Narcissa licks her lips, "Lay across my lap please."
Cho hesitantly lies down, instinctively expecting to get poked in the stomach.
Cissa rubs Cho's rump for a second and thinks to herself that she could bounce a Knut off of the bitch's behind. She brings her hand back and delivers a very strong swat to Cho's bum.
Cho's cunt starts to wet at the sting of the first swat. She can hear the air being displaced moments before the other arsecheek explodes in pain. She starts to rub her thighs together as she starts up the familiar path.
Narcissa watches in amazement as the young witch shudders in orgasm after receiving thirty-five swats.
Cho's arse is on fire as Narcissa brings down the eightieth blow. She bites her lip to crying out as she comes for the second time.
Finally, Narcissa counts one hundred blows to Cho's bum. As the younger witch stands up, Narcissa takes a moment to dry the wet spot on her robe. She locks eyes with the young witch and reaches out to gently touch her mind. What she finds surprises Narcissa and the possibilities for her master excite her.
Cho just stands in front of Cissa; she doesn't even rub her behind. Narcissa stands up and takes off her robe, to reveal the altered French maid outfit. Cissa pulls the mini-skirt up to reveal her own shaven pussy before sitting down. "The second half of the fee is that you must eat me out."
Cho hesitantly drops to her knees in front of Narcissa. The smell of an aroused woman is almost overpowering as Cho leans in. She closes her eyes and tries to remember what felt good when Cedric went down on her.
Narcissa gasps in surprise as she feels a fingertip push gently into her folds. She almost sees stars when Cho locks her lips around Cissa's clit and bite down very gently.
Cho starts to bob her head up and down just like she did when she went down on Cedric. She brings her other hand up and hopes the books her parents were hiding from her work. She places her thumb two centimeters above Cissa's clit and gently rubs.
Narcissa screams wordlessly as she comes with almost volcanic force.
Cho licks up the liquid shooting into her mouth and to her surprise finds it fairly pleasant tasting.
Finally, Cissa comes down from her orgasmic bliss. She looks down at the kneeling girl. "Get dressed. I'll let you know when the time is right. I hope you know what you're doing."
Cho quickly gets dressed, cleans up her face, and gets back to class.
Back in Ancient Runes, Harry's distracted for several minutes before he can bring his Occulmency training to bear.
Finally, the class is dismissed, with almost no homework assigned to anyone. As they walk to lunch, Hermione explains that Marissa rarely assigns homework. At lunch, the six eat at the Gryffindor table and compare notes.
Cho watches Harry, guiltily aware of what she had done with Narcissa.
Finally, it's time for the groups to split up once more. Amazingly, it would appear that Luna and Ginny share the same schedule.
Hermione leads Harry down the same corridor as the one that Ancient Runes is in. However, they go past that classroom to the next door. Inside there's only four other students and a blonde lady in her thirties in a tight black leather skirt and a semi-loose top. She says, "Ah... Hermione good to see you back and the infamous Harry Potter. Marissa and I talked over lunch and explained that connection of yours, I look forward to great things from you."
"Elaine, how good to see you. Did you enjoy your trip to France?"
"Indeed I did. But that's for another time. For now, we must make like beavers and get to work. Mr. Potter, do you have any practical questions?"
"Perhaps, I've always been more prone to the application than theory. So my question would be, how is it that some spells can be blocked, shielded, or warded and others can't?"
Elaine grins, "Right to the heart of the matter, just as I expected from you, Mr. Potter. You are a man of action, but you can at least admit to it. Now it all comes down to power. However much we might not like to admit it, whether or not a spell can be defended against is based on power." She then begins lecturing in earnest.
By the time the class is finished for the day, Harry feels like his head is about to explode from too much information. He and Hermione drop their books off in their rooms, meeting up with the others and the group walks down to dinner.
Bellatrix watches her last class file out with a sigh of relief. Without a backward glance, she leaves and seals the room before heading to her master's bedroom.
Narcissa finishes her last walk around the library, looking for stragglers. She can feel a small draw to her master's rooms. In the bedroom, she finds her sister simply staring out the window. Cissa walks over to the other woman and lays a gentle hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong sis?"
Bella's voice is oddly dispassionate, "Nothing Cissy."
"Don't feed me that line Trixie, now give," comes the reply as Cissa steps to the side of her sisters and puts an arm around her shoulder.
The raven-haired woman sighs desperately, "I was just thinking about the next public scene."
"You know if you asked our master, he would exclude you."
Bella leans her head down and places it on Cissa's shoulder, "I know, but that wouldn't be fair to you."
"Why don't you spell out the problem for me and make sure we're on the same page."
Bella closes her eyes for a moment. "You know I don't mind the pain, the humiliation, or the degrading when it's just us and our master. When it's out in public, however, it makes me ill. The same things I enjoy when it is just our master, his mistress, and we thralls disgust me if there's anyone else."
Narcissa nods her head, "And what are you going to do?"
Bella sighs as she straightens up, "I'm going to do what I must. If I bow out that would leave only you to take the humiliation and I won't turn my back on family. I just hope our master doesn't develop a taste for this."
Cissa smiles, "I've heard a great deal about our master from my son over the years. I truly doubt that he will develop a taste for these, in fact, I suspect he is even more repulsed than you are."
Harry's mind is uneasy as he eats, finally, he says, "I'm heading up to our rooms."
All the teen's nod and Hermione says, "You mind if I stick around here for a bit Harry?"
"Not at all, but if you start to get dizzy, grab somebody and head for the room fast."
Hermione nods her head and resumes her talk with Ginny.
Harry curses his memory as he heads to his room, hoping to find Bella.
Bella meets her master in the common room, "You were looking for me master?"
Harry sits down and Bella kneels at his feet, "Yes I was. I have talked to Neville about you making amends for what you did to his parents."
Bella swallows, "Master, I don't mean to sound impudent, but I must ask. Are you going to do this with everyone I injured before I became your property?"
Harry smashes his first, rather violent, reaction and says, "No. I just don't want there to be any friction between my friends."
Bella nods before she leans down and gently kisses each of Harry's feet, "As you will master. How shall I do my penance?"
"That is for them to decide. Ginny and Neville will be deciding your punishment. We will work out the exact details when the first Hogsmead weekend is announced, but this is one little added bit. If they come to you seeking help in ways to punish you, you will aid them in whatever way you can. This includes, but is not limited to, teaching them spells to use, suggesting scenes that they might wish to play out, or producing items for them to use. In short, you are to aid them as you would aid me in planning and eventually executing your punishment. Am I clear?"
With Harry's last words, Bella knows that she can not refuse or sandbag, "I understand master."
"Thank you, Bella. I know you don't like it, but I believe it to be for the best."
Bella nods and stands up as they hear voices enter the room.
The other teens appear and all of them, even Ron, break out their homework and get to work.
Later that night, Mione is sleeping on one of the cots while Bella and Cissa snuggle up with a naked Harry. She looks over to the next bed where Tonks is sleeping peacefully. As she watches the sleeping Auror, Hermione's mind slips back to the talk they had at #12.
*
"What's with the Mistress thing?"
Tonks swallows nervously, knowing she's stepped in it. "Um, can we talk about this later?"
Hermione scowls at Tonks, "No. Whenever you are this evasive, I know there's something I need to know."
Tonks sighs, "You know about the spell Harry used on me right?"
"A bit, though I haven't gotten around to going over that book with a fine-tooth comb yet."
"Well, one of the side effects is a minor telepathic bond between master and slaves."
"Hmm... That would help to explain how you managed to know what Harry was thinking that night in the bar. But I'm still missing the relevance."
"Hermione, what is the female version of 'master'?"
"I know, it's 'mistress' that's why I asked in the first place."
"Hermione, my master has deep feelings about you. I do honestly believe that someday if you demonstrate a willingness, he will ask you to be his wife. So deep are his feelings for you that anything we do to please you, pleases him."
Hermione looks at Tonks dumbstruck. "I can't believe it. Why would he care about me?"
Tonks smiles, "As you said at your initiation, you have always looked out for him, even if it meant doing something that angered him or breaking rules. He appreciates loyalty like that girl, don't ever break that."
*
Hermione looks over to where Harry's sleeping and thinks, "I will never break your trust Harry, master."