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Harry Potter stood in the dimly lit family vault, surrounded by piles of gold galleons, silver sickles, and various magical artifacts. It had been a long summer, and he was eager to return to Hogwarts for his fifth year. As he rummaged through the treasures, a peculiar book caught his eye. It was bound in ancient black leather, with strange runes etched into the spine.
Curiosity piqued, Harry carefully opened the book and began to read. To his astonishment, the book revealed a long-hidden secret of the Potter family: the more descendants a Potter male had, the stronger and more powerful his magic would become. Harry couldn't believe what he was reading. Surely this had to be some kind of sick joke or perverse fantasy. His parents would never condone such a thing.
Determined to get to the bottom of it, Harry surreptitiously tucked the book into his robes and made his way back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. As he stepped inside the old, musty house, he was greeted by the familiar faces of Hermione, Ginny, and the other Weasleys.
"Harry, you're back!" Hermione exclaimed, giving him a quick hug. Harry felt a slight flutter in his chest as he inhaled her flowery scent. "We were starting to worry about you."
"Yeah, what took you so long?" Ginny asked, playfully nudging his arm. "Did you rob Gringotts or something?"
Harry forced an awkward laugh. "No, nothing like that. Just had some business to take care of." He quickly changed the subject. "So, what have you all been up to?"
Over the next few days, Harry tried his best to push the book and its dark secrets out of his mind. He busied himself with helping his friends clean and prepare for the upcoming school year. However, he couldn't help but notice how attractive all the women in the house were. Hermione's brilliant mind and bushy hair. Ginny's fiery spirit and athletic build. Even older witches like Molly Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks had a certain charm and beauty to them.
One night, as Harry lay in bed, his thoughts turned once again to the book. He had dismissed its contents as rubbish at first, but now he started to wonder... he had always wanted a large family, would it really be such a bad thing to impregnate multiple women? After all, it was for the greater good. With stronger magic, he would be better equipped to fight Voldemort and protect those he loved.
"No!" Harry whispered fiercely, slamming his fist against the mattress. "I can't even think about doing something so vile and selfish. What kind of man would that make me?" He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will the intrusive thoughts away. But they kept creeping back in, whispering dark temptations and planting seeds of doubt.
The next morning, Harry resolved to destroy the book once and for all. He snuck down to the kitchen while everyone was still asleep, planning to toss it into the fireplace. However, as he descended the stairs, he heard muffled voices coming from the drawing room. Curious, he crept closer to investigate.
"I'm just saying, it would be a good match," came the voice of Molly Weasley. "Harry is a fine young man, and Ginny clearly fancies him. I've seen the way she looks at him."
"Molly, they're just children!" Arthur Weasley protested. "And Harry already has so much on his plate, with the whole Chosen One business. We shouldn't pressure him into anything."
Harry felt his face flush with embarrassment. Was Ginny's mum actually suggesting they get together? Sure, Ginny was pretty, but he had never thought of her in that way. At least, not until recently. Now, he couldn't seem to get the image of her straddling him out of his head.
Flustered, Harry quickly made his way back upstairs, the book still in hand. As he passed by Ginny's room, he paused, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he gently pushed open the door. There she was, fast asleep, her fiery hair splayed out across the pillow. Her nightgown had ridden up, revealing smooth, creamy thighs.
Harry felt a stirring in his groin. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He started to imagine what it would be like to have her; to feel her naked body pressed against his as he thrust into her welcoming heat. To fill her with his seed and watch her belly swell with his child.
"No," Harry moaned softly, clenching his eyes shut. "This is wrong. I can't." He quickly backed out of the room, his mind and heart racing. He knew he needed to get rid of the book before it consumed him entirely.
Down in the kitchen, Harry took a deep breath and lobbed the book into the crackling fireplace. He watched, mesmerized, as the flames licked at the ancient pages, turning them to ash. But even as the book burned, he could still feel its influence, like a dark presence in the back of his mind.
Harry knew he was in for a long and trying year. With Voldemort on the rise and the Ministry of Magic in denial, he needed to stay focused on what was important. But would he be able to resist the temptation to act on his newfound knowledge? Only time would tell...
As the days turned into weeks, Harry found himself struggling more and more with his dark desires. He tried to avoid being alone with Hermione and Ginny, but it proved difficult in the confined space of Grimmauld Place. Stolen glances and brief touches sent shivers down his spine, making his trousers tighten.
One evening, as Harry sat in the drawing room with Hermione, pouring over their Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks, he felt a sudden surge of lust. Hermione's hair smelled like flowers, and her breath tickled his ear as she leaned in close to read a passage. His eyes traveled down her body, lingering on the curve of her small but pert breasts beneath her sweater.
"Hermione," Harry said hoarsely, "I think I need a break. I'm going to head up to bed." He stood up quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants.
Hermione looked up at him, concerned. "Are you feeling alright, Harry? You look a little flushed."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled, bolting for the door. "Just tired is all. Goodnight."
As he lay in bed, trying to ignore his raging erection, Harry's thoughts turned once again to the book. He knew he shouldn't, but he found himself mentally replaying its words over and over again. "The more women a Potter man impregnates, the stronger and more powerful his magic will become."
"What if I just did it once?" Harry whispered to himself, stroking his hard cock through his pajama pants. "Just to see if it works? I could always use the contraceptive charm afterwards so they don't actually get pregnant."
He thought of Hermione, her slender body trembling beneath him as he pushed her knees apart. He could almost feel the heat of her sex, beckoning him to bury himself inside her.
"And Ginny... she wants me. Her mum even said so," Harry continued, bucking his hips as he fucked his fist. "She would probably be happy if I knocked her up. We could raise the baby together."
Dirty images flashed through his mind as he worked himself closer to the edge. Hermione, Ginny, even Mrs. Weasley and Tonks, all heavy with his children as he stood proud and tall beside them, his magic thrumming with newfound power.
With a muffled groan, Harry came, spurting thick ropes of semen onto his stomach. He lay there panting, feeling both relieved and ashamed. He knew he shouldn't entertain such sick fantasies, but a dark part of him thrilled at the idea.
As he cleaned himself up, Harry resolved to try harder to push these thoughts away. He needed to stay focused on what was important - defeating Voldemort and keeping his friends and family safe. Surely that was more important than some dusty old book and its twisted promises.
But deep down, Harry knew it wouldn't be that easy. The temptation would always be there, lurking in the back of his mind, waiting for a moment of weakness. He would need to stay vigilant if he wanted to remain master of his own desires.
Little did he know, the year ahead would test him in ways he never could have imagined. Dark days were coming, and Harry would need all his strength to survive them. The question was, would he give in to the darkness growing inside him, or would he find the courage to rise above it and be the hero the wizarding world so desperately needed?
* * * * *
That evening, as Ginny was on her way to take a bath, Harry intercepted her in the hallway. "Ginny, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
"Sure Harry, what's up?" Ginny replied with a smile.
"In private. In my room," Harry said, already turning to walk towards his room, trusting her to follow.
Once inside, he cast privacy spells to ensure they wouldn't be overheard. Then he turned to face Ginny, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves.
"Ginny, there's something I need to tell you," he began, taking a step closer. "I... I have feelings for you. Strong feelings."
Ginny's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away when Harry reached out to caress her cheek. "Harry, I... I have feelings for you too," she admitted softly. "But what about Hermione? And your other friends?"
"They don't need to know," Harry murmured, closing the distance between them. "This can be our little secret." And with that, he captured her lips in a searing kiss.
Ginny melted into his embrace, her arms snaking around his neck as she kissed him back with fervor. Harry groaned, his hands roaming her body, caressing her curves. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking.
"H-Harry," Ginny gasped, trembling in his arms. "W-What are you doing?"
"What I've wanted to do for a long time," Harry growled against her skin. "I'm going to make you mine, Ginny." He started tugging at her clothes, desperate to get her naked.
Ginny stiffened, suddenly seeming to realize the direction this was heading. "Harry, wait," she protested, trying to push his hands away. "I'm not ready for this. We shouldn't..."
But Harry was too far gone to stop now. Using his superior strength, he easily restrained her flailing arms, pinning them above her head. "Don't fight it, Ginny," he panted, holding her writhing body against the wall. "I have to do this. For the greater good."
"W-What are you talking about?" Ginny sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Let me go, Harry! Please, don't do this!"
Harry ignored her pleas, quickly stripping off her clothes until she was naked before him. He groaned at the sight of her perky tits and glistening pink pussy. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he muttered, freeing his rock-hard cock from his pants.
"Harry, no!" Ginny screamed as he pressed the head of his cock against her tight entrance. "Please, I'm begging you, don't rape me!"
But her struggles only seemed to spur Harry on. With a guttural moan, he thrust forward, impaling her on his thick length. Ginny wailed in pain, her nails raking down his back as she tried in vain to push him off.
Harry grunted, pistoning his hips as he fucked into her tight heat. "Ungh, you feel so good," he grunted, pinning her wrists in one hand so he could grope her tits with the other. "Take my cock, you little slut. I'm going to pump you full of my cum and put a baby in your belly."
Ginny whimpered and cried, begging him to stop, but Harry was relentless. He rutted into her like an animal, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and their mingled moans and cries echoing off the walls.
Finally, with a roar, Harry came, flooding Ginny's pussy with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, panting harshly, as she sobbed brokenly into his shoulder. As the last aftershocks of his orgasm faded, Harry pulled out of Ginny and stepped back, leaving her slumped against the wall. He felt a brief pang of guilt as he took in her tear-streaked face and vacant eyes, but he quickly pushed it aside. This was necessary, he told himself firmly. Defeating Voldemort was all that mattered, and if impregnating Ginny brought him one step closer to that goal, then it was worth it.
Harry knew he couldn't risk Ginny telling anyone what had happened. The others would never understand. He needed to ensure her silence, by any means necessary.
Pointing his wand at Ginny, Harry cast a powerful memory charm. "Obliviate," he intoned. Ginny's eyes went blank, all memories of the assault wiped from her mind.
But Harry knew that wouldn't be enough. He needed to make sure Ginny remained under his control, in case he needed to use her again in the future. Without hesitation, he cast the Imperius Curse on her. "Ginny, get dressed, go back to your room, and forget this ever happened," he commanded. "And don't tell anyone about this or about your pregnancy."
"Yes, Harry," Ginny replied in a flat, emotionless voice. She mechanically pulled her clothes back on and left the room, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts.
He knew what he had done was considered an unforgivable act by most. But Harry felt no regret or self-loathing. He had made his choice, and he would see it through to the end. He would do whatever it took to defeat Voldemort and protect the wizarding world, even if it meant crossing moral lines.
With a firm sense of resolve, Harry cleaned himself up and got dressed. He had started down a dark path, but there was no turning back now. All that mattered was the end goal. And if sacrificing his own morality and the well-being of others was the price he had to pay, then so be it.
Harry knew there was no going back to the innocent boy he had once been. He had embraced his destiny, and he would follow it through to the bitter end, no matter the cost to himself or anyone else. The greater good was all that mattered now, and he would stop at nothing to achieve it.
With a final glance at the rumpled bedsheets, Harry squared his shoulders and left the room, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He had a mission, and he would see it through, one way or another. The fate of the wizarding world rested on his shoulders, and he would bear that burden, no matter how heavy it became. It was his duty, his destiny. And he would not fail.
* * * * *
Later that evening, Harry decided it was time to make his move on Hermione. He found her in the library, as usual, poring over a thick tome. "Hermione, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. "In my room."
Hermione looked up, surprised. "Of course, Harry. Is everything alright?"
Harry forced a smile. "Yeah, I just need your help with something. It's kind of private."
Hermione nodded, marking her place in the book and standing up. Harry led her back to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation and nerves. Once inside, he cast privacy spells to ensure they wouldn't be overheard. Then he turned to face Hermione, holding up the ancient black book.
"Hermione, I found this in my family's vault," he explained. "It says that the more women a Potter man impregnates, the stronger and more powerful his magic will become. I... I think this might be the key to defeating Voldemort once and for all."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she took the book, quickly skimming its pages. "Harry, this is... I don't even know what to say," she murmured. "This is dark magic. Dangerous. We can't possibly condone something like this."
"But Hermione, don't you see?" Harry pressed. "This could give me the power I need to finally end this war. Isn't that worth any price?"
Hermione shook her head vehemently. "No, Harry. No price is worth losing our morality, our humanity. There has to be another way."
Harry felt a surge of frustration. He had been afraid she would react this way. "There is no other way," he growled. "This is the only chance we have. I need you to help me, Hermione. I need your power, your brilliance."
"Harry, I can't," Hermione whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Please don't ask me to do this."
Harry's face hardened. He had tried to do this the easy way, but Hermione was leaving him no choice. In a flash, he drew his wand and stunned her before she could react. Hermione crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
Working quickly, Harry levitated Hermione onto the bed, blasting her clothes off with a flick of his wand. He groaned at the sight of her lithe, naked body, her small pert breasts topped with dusky nipples, the neat thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs.
"Fucking hell, Hermione," Harry panted, shedding his own clothes. "You're so fucking sexy. I've wanted you for so long."
Harry climbed onto the bed, settling himself between Hermione's parted thighs. He lined up his rock-hard cock with her tight entrance, then thrust forward, groaning as her wet heat enveloped him. Even unconscious, Hermione felt incredible.
Harry set a punishing pace, slamming his hips against hers as he fucked her roughly. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and Harry's guttural grunts and moans.
"Ungh, fuck yes," Harry growled, snapping his hips. "Take my cock, you clever little slut. Take every inch."
He reached down to grope Hermione's tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. Hermione moaned softly in her unconscious state, her hips twitching.
"That's it, you like that, don't you?" Harry panted. "You act so pure and innocent, but deep down, you're a dirty little whore. You want my cock, don't you? You want me to fuck my baby into you."
Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. With a roar, he thrust deep one last time and came, flooding Hermione's pussy with his hot seed. He kept thrusting, prolonging his climax, making sure to pump her full.
Finally, Harry pulled out, his cock coated in their combined juices. He used his wand to clean them both up, then levitated Hermione's clothes back onto her still unconscious form.
Once she was dressed, Harry pointed his wand at her and cast a memory charm. "Obliviate," he intoned. Hermione's sleeping face went slack, all memories of the assault wiped from her mind.
Then, just as he had done with Ginny, Harry cast the Imperius Curse on her. "Hermione, forget this ever happened," he commanded. "And don't tell anyone about this or about your pregnancy."
"Yes, Harry," Hermione replied in a flat, emotionless voice.
Satisfied, Harry canceled the privacy spells and left the room, returning to the library. Hermione would wake up soon with no memory of what had transpired. To her, it would be like their conversation had never happened.
Harry knew what he had done to Hermione and Ginny was unforgivable by most people's standards. But he had made his choice, and he would see it through to the end. He would do whatever it took to defeat Voldemort and protect the wizarding world, even if it meant sacrificing his own morality and the well-being of others.
With a firm sense of resolve, Harry settled in to wait for Hermione to wake up. He had started down a dark path, but there was no turning back now. All that mattered was the end goal. And if impregnating his best friends against their will was the price he had to pay, then so be it.
Harry knew there was no going back to the innocent boy he had once been. He had embraced his destiny, and he would follow it through to the bitter end, no matter the cost to himself or anyone else. The greater good was all that mattered now, and he would stop at nothing to achieve it.
The road ahead would be dark and twisted, but Harry was ready to face it head-on. He had a mission, and he would see it through, one way or another. The fate of the wizarding world rested on his shoulders, and he would bear that burden, no matter how heavy it became. It was his duty, his destiny. And he would not fail.
* * * * *
In the days that followed, Harry found his thoughts increasingly turning to the other women in Grimmauld Place. With both Ginny and Hermione under his control, he had a taste of the power the book promised, and he was hungry for more.
Mrs. Weasley, with her motherly figure and proven fertility, would surely be an easy target, Harry mused. He could probably corner her in the kitchen and have his way with her bent over the counter, her skirts pushed up around her waist as he plowed her from behind. The thought of her heavy tits swaying with each thrust made his cock twitch in his pants.
Then there was Tonks, the hot young Auror. With her Metamorphmagus abilities, she would probably be a wild lay, shifting her appearance to fulfill any fantasy he desired. Harry imagined fucking her from behind while she took on the forms of various celebrities or even Hermione or Ginny. He could make her morph her pussy to be as tight as a virgin or as experienced as a professional Succubus. The possibilities were endless.
He didn't know much about Emmeline Vance or Hestia Jones, but they were both young enough to still bear children, unlike the aging McGonagall. They might not be as attractive or exciting as the other options, but they would still be a means to an end.
But as tempting as the prospect of impregnating the older women was, Harry ultimately decided the risk was too great. They were all seasoned witches, and the likelihood of one of them realizing what he was up to and blowing the whistle was too high.
So for the time being, Harry contented himself with sneaking Ginny and Hermione into his room at every opportunity to fuck them over and over, ensuring they were good and bred. Both had fallen into a routine, reporting to his room whenever he summoned them and submitting to his every carnal desire without complaint, their minds fogged by the Imperius Curse.
Harry took Hermione's virginity in every hole, spending hours fucking her tight little ass and pretty mouth. Ginny became his personal fucktoy, always ready and willing to drain his balls whenever he needed relief. He delighted in watching them bounce on his cock, imagining their bellies growing round with his offspring.
But Harry knew that eventually, he would need to branch out to other targets. And what better hunting ground than Hogwarts, filled with scores of young, fertile witches just waiting to be knocked up?
At night, Harry would lay awake, idly stroking his cock as he compiled a mental list of potential targets. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, the pretty Gryffindor girls. Susan Bones, the prim Hufflepuff. Even Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, the haughty Slytherins. He would have his work cut out for him.
* * * * *
They arrived on the platform at 9 and ¾'s, the steady stream of students milling about in a frenzied search for their friends and luggage. Harry quickly located Hermione and Ginny amidst the chaotic scene and steered them towards an empty train compartment, away from the prying eyes of the other passengers.
Once inside, he sealed the door with a wave of his wand, casting a strong notice-me-not charm to ensure their privacy, followed by a few other incantations. Satisfied that they wouldn't be disturbed, Harry turned to Hermione with a predatory grin.
"Get on your knees and suck my dick," he ordered, unzipping his pants. Hermione obediently sank to the floor, mouth open, under the influence of the Imperius Curse. Harry leaned back against the seat, eyes rolling back in bliss as Hermione's skilled tongue worked his shaft. "Fuck yes, just like that," he groaned.
About 30 minutes into the trip, Harry was startled by the door suddenly sliding open. He whirled around, wand at the ready, to see Luna Lovegood stepping into the compartment, her dreamy eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. Calmly resealing the door behind her, she turned to face Harry with a serene smile.
To Harry's shock, Luna seemed completely unfazed by the compromising position she had caught them in. If anything, she looked intrigued, her silver eyes full of curiosity as she surveyed the scene.
"I know what you're doing, Harry," Luna said calmly, her voice soft and ethereal. "Impregnating witches to increase your power. I want to be a part of it."
Harry stared at her in disbelief. "You... you do?"
Luna nodded serenely. "It's a great honor to bear the child of the Chosen One. I would be happy to join your harem."
Harry considered for a moment, then shrugged. Why not? The more the merrier. "Alright, get your clothes off then," he said, pulling his cock from Hermione's mouth with a pop.
Luna stripped off her colorful robes, revealing her lithe, naked body. She laid back on the bench, opening her legs invitingly. "Take me, Harry. Fill me with your powerful seed."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He settled himself between Luna's thighs, running his hands up the silky skin as he lined up with her entrance. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt in her tight heat. Luna gasped, back arching as Harry began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes.
"Fuck, you're tight," Harry grunted, gripping her hips as he pistoned in and out of her spasming hole. "Take it all, you little slut. Milk my cock with your pussy."
Luna moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Yes, Harry, give it to me," she cried, nails raking down his back. The slap of flesh against flesh and the scent of sex filled the small compartment.
Hermione and Ginny watched blankly from the sidelines, their expressions vacant as Harry rutted into Luna's eager body. He reached down with one hand to rub tight circles over her swollen clit, making her keen high in her throat.
"You like that, you filthy bitch? You like me fucking your tight little cunt?" Harry growled in her ear, haze of lust clouding his vision. "Beg me for my seed. Beg me to breed you."
"Please, Harry!" Luna sobbed, writhing desperately on his cock. "Please, I need it! Fill me with your cum, breed me, make me yours!" She was meeting him thrust for thrust, the wet slap of their coupling echoing obscenely loud in the confines of the compartment.
Harry felt his balls tightening, the familiar tingle at the base of his spine warning him of his impending orgasm. He sped up his thrusts, hammering into Luna so hard the entire bench shook. "Going to cum, going to fill you up," he panted. "Take it all, take every drop!"
With a roar, he came, flooding her womb with his potent seed. Luna cried out as she climaxed along with him, her pussy clenching around him like a vice as she was filled to the brim. Harry collapsed on top of her, both of them panting harshly as they came down from their mutual high.
After a long moment, Luna sighed happily, pulling him down for a kiss. "Thank you, Harry," she whispered. "For blessing me with your seed like this."
When Harry lazily went to wipe Luna's memory, she stopped him with a soft hand on his arm. "No, don't," she said gently. "I want to remember this, remember joining with you like this. And I can help you."
Intrigued, Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? And how do you propose to do that?"
"Place Madam Pomfrey under the Imperius Curse like you did with Ginny and Hermione," Luna explained. "That way, she can't report the sudden spike in student pregnancies. She's the one who examines and cares for all the students, after all. Any change in their physical condition would be flagged by her."
Harry mulled it over for a moment, then slowly nodded. "That's actually a really good idea, Luna. But what about the physical signs? Won't people notice when they start showing?"
"There's a charm for that," Luna said confidently. "I can cast it for you. It'll hide any baby bumps from those who might cause problems. I learned it from my father; he uses it in some of his more...controversial Quibbler articles sometimes. It'll keep the faculty and other students from noticing anything is amiss."
Harry grinned, pleased with her initiative and cunning. Pulling Luna in for another kiss, he squeezed one of her perky tits. "Excellent. Welcome aboard, Luna. I can see you're going to be incredibly useful."
Pulling her in for another deep kiss, he squeezed one of her perky tits for good measure, relishing her happy sigh. They spent the rest of the train ride fucking like rabbits, Harry switching between the three girls, filling their holes with his cock and their wombs with his cum. By the time they pulled into Hogsmeade Station, all three girls were swollen and dripping with his seed, their bellies bloated from the sheer volume of cum he had pumped into them.
Harry quickly dressed himself before turning to the girls. "Alright, you lot. Pay attention, because this is important. You're not to draw any attention to our little arrangement, understand? Don't let anyone know that we're fucking."
Luna nodded her agreement. "Listen to our master, girls. When you are not servicing him, you are to behave like you normally would. Study, go to class, spend time with your friends. We can't afford to have anyone suspecting that anything is amiss. The less people who know about this, the better."
Hermione and Ginny nodded obediently, the Imperius Curse leaving no room for argument or defiance. "Yes, master," they intoned in unison. "We understand."
"Good." Harry took a moment to straighten his robes before casting a disillusionment charm over himself and the girls. "Alright, let's head up to the castle. Remember, act natural. We're just normal students, heading back for another year at Hogwarts. Nothing more."
The four of them made their way off the train, blending seamlessly into the crowd of students making their way to the horseless carriages that would take them up to the castle. Harry kept a close eye on his three girls, making sure they were following his orders and not drawing any undue attention.
As they climbed into one of the carriages, Harry couldn't resist running a hand over Hermione's swollen belly, feeling the tight skin, distended from the copious amounts of cum he had filled her with. She shivered at his touch, leaning into him wantonly.
"Insatiable little thing, aren't you?" Harry chuckled, giving her ass a sharp smack. "Don't worry, I'll give you more later. But for now, hands off. We're in public."
Hermione whimpered but obeyed, settling back against the seat beside Ginny and Luna. The ride up to the castle was uneventful, the four of them silent as they gazed out at the passing scenery.
Once they arrived at the castle, they quickly made their way inside, joining the rest of the students in the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast. Harry took his place at the Gryffindor table, Hermione on his right and Ginny to his left. They dug into the lavish spread, the events of the train ride momentarily forgotten in the face of the mouthwatering food laid out before them.
As Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, surrounded by Hermione and Ginny, his attention was drawn to the faculty table at the head of the hall. More specifically, to the short, squat woman in the pink tweed suit sitting next to Professor McGonagall. Dolores Umbridge, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
From what he had heard, Umbridge was a staunch traditionalist, completely devoted to upholding the rules and traditions of the wizarding world. Which meant that she would likely not take kindly to Harry's plan to breed an army of magical children and take over the wizarding world.
As he watched her chatting animatedly with Professor McGonagall, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face, Harry's lip curled in disgust. There was just something about her that immediately set him on edge.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, noticing his dark expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"It's not a ghost," Harry said grimly, nodding towards the faculty table. "It's her. Dolores Umbridge. I don't like it. She could be trouble for us."
"Why do you say that?" Ginny asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. "She's just a teacher."
"She's more than that," Harry said darkly. "She's from the Ministry, which means she's going to be watching everything we do like a hawk. And from what I've heard, she's a stickler for the rules. Which means she's not going to be okay with what we're doing."
"You think she'll try to stop us?" Hermione asked nervously, biting her lip.
"I think she'll try," Harry said darkly. "But she won't succeed. We just need to be careful, lay low and not give her any reason to suspect us."
"Well, what do you suggest then?" Ginny asked impatiently. "We can't just sit around and wait for her to catch us."
"We need to discredit her," Harry said slowly, a plan forming in his mind. "Make her look incompetent, maybe even a little bit crazy. If we can get her dismissed from her position, she won't be a problem for us anymore."
"And how do you propose we do that?" Hermione asked, leaning forward eagerly.
"I'm not sure yet," Harry admitted. "But I'll figure something out. In the meantime, we just need to keep our heads down and our noses clean. Don't give her any reason to suspect us. Can you do that?"
The two girls nodded obediently, their expressions serious. "Yes, Harry," they chorused. "We'll do whatever you say."
As Harry listened to Hermione and Ginny's suggestions and questions about dealing with Umbridge, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction. Even under the influence of the Imperius Curse, they were still able to think rationally and help him plan.
It was a testament to their strength of will and intelligence, and it only made him more confident in his choice to make them his broodmares. They would be invaluable assets in his quest for power, not just as breeders, but as strategists and advisors.
"Good," Harry said approvingly, his eyes drifting back to Umbridge at the faculty table. "I'm glad to see that you two are still able to think clearly and help me plan. It's reassuring to know that I chose my broodmares well."
Hermione and Ginny both blushed with pleasure at the praise, preening under his approving gaze. "Thank you, Harry," Hermione said softly. "We'll do our best to serve you well, in all aspects."
"I know you will," Harry said confidently, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "And with the three of us and Luna working together, I have no doubt that we'll be able to deal with Umbridge and anyone else who tries to stand in our way."
He settled back in his seat, a smug smirk on his face as he watched Umbridge chatter away obliviously at the faculty table. Let her enjoy her moment of power, he thought darkly. It wouldn't last long. Not with him and his girls working against her.
Yes, this was going to be a very interesting year indeed. And Harry couldn't wait to see how it all played out.
* * * * *
As the evening wore on, Harry found himself enjoying the company of the other Gryffindor boys in their dormitory. They were all lounging around, some on their beds, others sprawled out on the floor, chatting and laughing about their summers.
Dean Thomas was regaling them with tales of his trip to Spain with his family, while Seamus Finnegan interjected with his own stories of his summer back home in Ireland. Neville Longbottom was sitting quietly in the corner, listening intently but not saying much.
Ron Weasley was flopped down on his stomach, eagerly showing off his new Chudley Cannons jersey to anyone who would look. "It's the newest one," he was saying proudly, "just came out last week. My mum had to order it special."
Harry himself was lounging on his bed, a small smile on his face as he listened to his friends' stories. It was a welcome distraction from the weight of his plans and the looming threat of Umbridge.
As the night grew later, however, the boys slowly began to drift off to sleep, one by one. Ron was the first to go, exhaustion from his summer finally catching up with him. Dean and Seamus followed shortly after. Neville lasted a bit longer, but eventually he too succumbed to sleep, his soft snores filling the room.
Harry waited patiently, watching as his friends fell into a deep slumber. He knew what he had to do tonight, and he couldn't afford for any of them to wake up and catch him in the act.
Once he was sure they were all fast asleep, Harry quietly cast a sleeping spell on each of them, ensuring that they wouldn't wake up anytime soon. He didn't want to take any chances.
With his friends taken care of, Harry dug out his father's invisibility cloak from the bottom of his trunk. He had been looking forward to using it again, and tonight was the perfect opportunity.
He swung the cloak around his shoulders, feeling the familiar weight of it settling over him. As he pulled the hood up over his head, he felt a rush of excitement course through him. It was time.
Harry crept quietly out of the dormitory, careful not to make a sound. He navigated his way through the common room, dodging the few stray students who were still up and about at this late hour.
Once he was out in the corridor, Harry paused for a moment, getting his bearings. He knew exactly where he was going, and he didn't want to waste any time getting there.
He set off at a brisk pace, the invisibility cloak billowing out behind him as he walked. The castle was quiet at this hour, the only sound the occasional creak of a door or the distant hoot of an owl.
Harry made his way down to the hospital wing, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been planning this for weeks, and now it was finally time to put his plan into action.
As he approached the hospital wing, Harry slowed his pace, creeping forward silently. He could see the glow of a light coming from under the door, and he knew that Madame Pomfrey was still awake.
He paused outside the door, listening intently. He could hear the soft rustle of papers, and the occasional clink of glass. Madame Pomfrey was still working, likely doing paperwork or organizing her supplies.
Harry took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but it was necessary. Madame Pomfrey was too much of a risk to his plans, and he couldn't afford to have her poking around and asking questions.
With a final glance around to make sure he was alone, Harry pushed open the door to the hospital wing and stepped inside.
As Harry stepped into the hospital wing, he saw Madame Pomfrey sitting at her desk, engrossed in her work. The room was empty save for the two of them, and Harry couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Fate was on his side tonight.
He crept forward silently, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had to be quick and quiet, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
As he approached Madame Pomfrey, Harry raised his wand, pointing it at the back of her head. "Imperio," he whispered softly, feeling the familiar rush of power coursing through him.
Madame Pomfrey stiffened, her body going rigid as the curse took hold. Harry watched in satisfaction as her eyes glazed over, her will bending to his command.
He stepped around to face her, looking deep into her eyes. "You will keep all pregnancies secret, even from Dumbledore," he ordered, his voice low and firm.
"I will keep all pregnancies secret, even from Dumbledore," Madame Pomfrey repeated, her voice flat and emotionless.
"You will aid in the healthy growth of my children," Harry continued, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I will aid in the healthy growth of your children," she echoed.
"You will not tell anyone I am behaving differently or that I am fucking girls," Harry said, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.
"I will not tell anyone you are behaving differently or that you are fucking girls," Madame Pomfrey repeated, her face expressionless.
"And you will continue to behave normally," Harry finished, stepping back and lowering his wand.
"I will continue to behave normally," Madame Pomfrey agreed, her eyes still glazed over.
Harry stared at her for a long moment, pondering his next move. He had never considered Madame Pomfrey as a potential broodmare before, but now that he had her under his control, he couldn't help but consider it.
A womb was a womb, after all, and Madame Pomfrey was of childbearing age. She could easily bear him a child or two, adding to his growing power.
His decision made, Harry stepped forward and took Madame Pomfrey's hand, guiding her over to the nearest bed. "Lie down," he commanded softly.
Madame Pomfrey obeyed without hesitation, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs for him. Harry felt a thrill of power at the sight, his cock hardening in anticipation.
He climbed onto the bed with her, settling himself between her legs. With a quick flick of his wand, he rid them both of their clothing, leaving them naked and exposed.
Harry wasted no time, thrusting deep into Madame Pomfrey's waiting cunt. She was wet and ready for him, her body responding to his touch even under the influence of the Imperius Curse.
Harry fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers with every thrust. Madame Pomfrey moaned and writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.
"Fuck, your cunt is so tight," Harry grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her. "Take my cock, you filthy slut. Take it all."
Madame Pomfrey could only moan in response, her body shuddering with pleasure as Harry used her for his own satisfaction. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
Harry could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening as he neared the edge. He knew he had to make this count, had to make sure his seed took root in Madame Pomfrey's fertile womb.
He reached down between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. Madame Pomfrey cried out, her body arching off the bed as she came hard around his cock.
The feeling of her cunt clenching around him was too much for Harry to bear. With a final, brutal thrust, he came, spilling his seed deep inside Madame Pomfrey's waiting womb.
He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as he caught his breath. Madame Pomfrey lay beneath him, her eyes still glazed over as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
After a moment, Harry pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her cunt and onto the bed. He stood up, dressing himself with a quick wave of his wand.
Madame Pomfrey lay there, naked and exposed, her body bearing the marks of their brutal coupling. Harry stared down at her, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
He had done what he needed to do. Madame Pomfrey was under his control, and she would aid him in his plans for growing power, whether she wanted to or not.
With a final, lingering look, Harry turned and strode out of the hospital wing, his invisibility cloak billowing out behind him. He had done what he set out to do, and now it was time to move on to the next phase of his plan.
As he made his way back to the Gryffindor dormitory, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. He was one step closer to achieving his goals, and nothing was going to stop him now.