Chapter 32 - Chapter 32

Schlurp. Harry was gently pulled from sleep by the soft sounds of sucking. Since he was usually the earliest riser of the bunch, it was a treat to say the least. Though, that wasn't to say it was the first time he'd experienced such a wonderful wake-up call, and he doubted it'd be the last. But bloody hell, it never gets old. Especially since there wasn't just one set of lips working away at his cock, but two. There was a pop that sounded loud in the otherwise quiet room as one of his balls fell from plush lips. There were hushed whispers and quiet giggles that just made him smile.

Looking down, the covers were still over his body. But he could make out the shape of his two diligently working ladies. Those two mouths kissed on either side of his shaft, up his length and then full on made out with his flared dome between them. With a groan, he bucked his hips lightly as they prodded and tasted with their dexterous tongues.

Then, something happened that he wasn't expecting, Orina walked in. Her hair was wet from a shower, and she was dressed for work. There was prep to be done at Honeydukes, particularly on a Sunday. Understandably, this caused him a bit of confusion because when they'd gone to bed together the night before, there'd only been two of them. So, who joined us? He decided it'd be a fun little game figuring it out before throwing off the covers.

When Orina caught his eye, she padded over quietly and gave him a quick, passionate kiss. Moving to his ear, she whispered, "Have fun." With a quick lick at his earlobe, she slipped away from him before he could pull her into their sensual fun.

Instead of going straight for the door, she went to the foot of the bed and gave him a naughty smile as her hand slipped beneath covers. There was a throaty moan from one of the girls and it sent a wonderful ripple to his shaft. When her hand reappeared, her fingers glistened. Enthralled, he watched as she slipped those fingers between her lips and sucked them clean. With one last naughty wink, she waved goodbye.

A bit awestruck by that sexy sight, Harry refocused on the little task he set himself. Trying not to give away that he was fully awake, he wiggled his toes and found them pressing against a soft thigh.

It didn't take all that much effort in the end, because quite honestly, he loved every little difference in the girls, gorgeous as they all were, and spent plenty of time enjoying those differences. So, once he managed to ignore the pleasure radiating from his cock, at least for a split second, the feel of not one, but two pairs of enviable busts pressing into his legs told him exactly who was beneath the covers.

"Susan…" There was a slight huff, but it was followed by an excited giggle before the girl in question threw the covers off her and her accomplice. There was one head of red hair and one of silver blonde down next to his swollen shaft and the sight of their lovely faces was enough to make him twitch out a bead of precum.

Giving him a bright smile, the redhead twisted her hand along his spit-soaked cock while Anya suckled on his crown, "Good morning!"

"Damn right," That earned him a chuckle from both girls. His hands found their hair and stroked them both lovingly as they continued their carnal attentions to his member.

"I can think of a way to make it even better," Susan slinked her way up his body, dragging her puffy, hardened nipples along him as she went. Knowing exactly what she wanted, Anya sunk her lips all the way down his shaft until she kissed the base. Her tongue poked out and licked at his bollocks as she let drool pool in her mouth. She was nearly out of breath before she pulled off with a gasp.

Thoroughly spit shined, Anya angled his cock toward the younger girl's dripping hole. There was a wet squelch as Susan sat herself down on his cock. Eyes fluttering shut, her breath caught in her chest as she twitched. With a needy whimper, she told him, "That's exactly what I needed. Soooo good…"

Flexing his cock, Harry reached up to tweak one of her oversensitive nipples. Her taut pussy lips squeezed down hard, and a trickle of girlcum dripped down to his bollocks, "All you ever have to do is ask, Susie."

The redhead shivered as Anya leaned in and kissed one of her bubbly bumcheeks, "Don't… don't make promises you can't actually keep, Harry." She started swirling her hips in little circles, stirring his cock inside her.

He chuckled as he took hold of the curve of her hip, "Trust me, I'm always more than willing." How the fuck could I not be? The sight of the curvaceous young woman bouncing so needily on his cock was a thing of utter beauty.

"Lucky us." She smiled as gave a little bounce up and down and moaned as he pressed deep inside of her.

"Very lucky us." Anya piped in before she took a long lick of from his balls, up to where Susan's lips were wrapped snuggly around him. Both lovers moaned appreciatively before the redhead yipped and twitched around him.

"Oh fuck… naughty girl." The young veela really was, licking around the sensitive, puckered skin of her asshole.
Their lovemaking was rhythmic and sweet. They moved against each other smoothly, and he had to admire the way that her belly flexed as she dragged herself up his length. His hand was on her full breast, she covered it with her own as they just fell into each other. With a cute little hitch of her breath, he felt her already clutching heat grow tighter as she came around him. He couldn't think of any better way to spend his morning than with his girls.

As she came down from her peak, there was a wildness in her eyes. That first orgasm set a fire in her, and her pace grew quicker, more demanding. As she glided up his cock, he stopped her when just his crown was nestled between her lips. There was confusion in her cobalt blue eyes, but only for the briefest of moments. Holding her in place, he snapped his hips up and bounced off her curvy bum.

Her titanic tits shuddered with the force of his thrust. Her breathing quickened with every snap of his hips and her pale skin flushed with arousal. The constant onslaught of pleasure pulled delirious little squeaks and squeals from her.

"Yesss! Fuck!" She screamed long and loud as he fucked her right into another orgasm. Quivering and shaking, she came around his cock, eyes opened wide. Her orgasm lit every nerve and he just kept pounding into her, a bit more slowly as her lips gripped him that much tighter.

Finally, it proved too much. Her oversensitive sex could take no more. Twitching, she managed to push herself off his prick and lay on her side as she continued to shake. Harry moaned at the loss of that wonderful warmth as a spurt of cum left his cock.

Harry hissed as Anya grabbed the base of his cock hard and stopped his orgasm dead in its tracks. With a devilish little smirk, she licked the bit that managed to escape and ooze from his cockhole, "Uh… uh… uh… not yet, love." His cock looked almost purple with need as he throbbed through a dry orgasm in her grip.

Closing his eyes, he steeled himself and tried to recover from his delayed peak. While he did that, Anya reached over to Susan and smacked her peachy bum to get her attention. Aware enough to rejoin them, she moved down next to the veela again. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but whatever they decided made them both giggle.

They slid down the bed together, even making that look sexy, until they were kneeling at the foot. When he looked down at them, frustrated, they just crooked their fingers beckoning him. Considering he'd been edged once already, he was very eager. He bounced his way down the bed until he was sitting with each of the beautiful girls on either side.

"I've been thinking about doing this since I met, Susan," Anya reached for his cock and gave him a stroke, "Now seems as good time as any." With that the two busty beauties leaned in and pressed their pillowy, soft titflesh around his protruding prick.

"Bloody hell!" Given the spit and slippery girlcum that still covered his length, there was plenty of lube there to help them slide their incredible mammaries up and down. If it'd felt good when Susan did it by herself, this was even better. Because not only did he have two pairs of perfect breasts squeezed around his cock, but he got to watch the two beauties make out as they did it.

It took a few seconds, but they fell into an easy, fantastic rhythm. A steady trail of precum leaked from his tip that kept the seal they created wonderfully lubricated. They moaned and panted into each other's mouths as they titfucked him. 
When one of them pulled away, they'd lean down to lick his crown.

It was ridiculously sexy and left him feeling light-headed. Trying to hold out, so he could watch that glorious sight just a little bit longer, was a losing battle. His balls pulled tight and the cum raced up his shaft. There was an audible splat as the first rope splashed against the girls' chins. They pulled apart with a sexy little giggle and watched as the next rope erupted between them. It shot up into the air, well above their head. A small portion landed on Susan's face, but most of it ended 
up on the expanse of their breasts.

They kept pumping his cock between them as he spurted again and again. The last of his orgasm oozed out of his slit and pooled in their cleavage. Then he was treated to the sight of the two beautiful women cleaning each other of his massive offering. They were nice enough to start by cleaning up his cock before they kissed each other's lips clean. Both moaned at the taste of his seed, twitching through their own peaks. Anya licked languidly at Susan's neck before the redhead retaliated and sucked one of her stiff, cum-stained nipples into her mouth. His cock twitched eagerly as he watched the lewd display.

Even though he was perfectly happy to get going on round two, it wasn't going to happen. Because it was just then, as they were both looking at him with lustful eyes after licking and sucking each other of every drop they could find, that a phoenix patronus came soaring through the door, "Harry, please join me in my office immediately. I'll explain more when you arrive." Well, I guess that puts an end to that.

What he wasn't expecting was for Susan to chuckle, at his curious look she explained, "It could've been worse. He could've come to find you in person."

Harry snorted out a laugh, "I guess you're right." Hopping out of bed, he pulled on a pair of trousers and a shirt. As he dressed, they were still on their knees at the foot of the bed. Anya tweaked one of Susan's nipples and he was having a hard time not just succumbing to that temptation. With great effort, he told them, "Love you both, but I don't think it'll be good to keep him waiting."

"Of course, ve understand." Anya said, leaning in to kiss Susan's shoulder who nodded her agreement, "Ve'll just be here… vaiting for you to get back."

"If that's not incentive to take care of this quickly, I don't know what is." He gave each of them one last kiss before he headed out the door. The moan that came from the other side as it closed behind him was just unfair. Deciding it would be best to get away before his resolve broke, he hurried out the door and toward the Headmaster's office.

"Ice Mice." He reached the gargoyle without any interruption, and it stepped out of the way. Making his way up, the door was already cracked open, so he went inside. Fawkes noticed him first and trilled melodiously, "Hello to you, too, Fawkes." 
The phoenix trilled again and leaned into his touch as he stroked his fiery feathers.

Dumbledore came in from his private quarters and looked between them fondly, "Good morning, Harry. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I wasn't sure if the patronus would be sufficient." He chuckled, "But then I know you're usually up before dawn."

"I'd been up for quite awhile already, sir." Harry told him.

"Very good," He looked over his glasses at him, "Hopefully, I didn't interrupt anything."

Obviously, Harry had no intention of telling the Headmaster what he'd been up to when the patronus came through the door, "Uh… no… at least, it wasn't anything I couldn't get back to later."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at that, "I'm sure… hopefully none of your lady friends were too upset with me."
Harry gave an awkward chuckle, still not entirely accustomed to the wizened wizards willingness to take the mickey out of him, "Not too upset, no. They're very understanding."

"How fortunate for me." Dumbledore laughed, "The last thing I want to do is get on the bad side of multiple teenage girls."

"We certainly have that in common, Professor."

"Oh, I'm certain of that." As they talked, he moved to the other side of the room, and retrieved something Harry was very familiar with, the Sword of Godric Gryffindor. The ruby encrusted hilt glinted off the early morning sun coming through the window as Dumbledore placed it in a conjured hilt, "Now, we have somewhere we need to be, come along." The 
Headmaster seemed a bit frenetic this morning, something between anxious and excited.

The Headmaster moved over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder, "Grimmauld Place." Following him, Harry threw down his own handful and disappeared in emerald flames. The room he found himself in looked far different than anything he remembered from his first visit to the ancestral home. Winky and Dobby have done a bloody fantastic job.

It was no longer a half-dilapidated, oppressive, dark abode. The walls had been repainted and the décor updated. It was an obvious and impressive improvement. He only had a moment to appreciate it, and hadn't even fully steadied himself, before he was pulled into a hug.

"Hello, cub, did you miss me?"

"Of course," Harry said dryly, "I've desperately missed you in the three weeks since we last saw each other."

"You were only half conscious after the task, so that doesn't count." Sirius insisted, pulling back to hold him at arm's length.

"Oh, well, if that doesn't count then, yes, I've missed you terribly." They could only keep up the little act for so long before they both started laughing.

Dumbledore watched the entire interaction with a little smile on his face, before interrupting, "Sirius, with pleasantries out of the way, shall we?" It was polite, but far less patient than Harry was accustomed to from the man.

"Yes, Albus," Sirius agreed overdramatically, gesturing to the door, "Right this way. It's in the drawing room." Dumbledore took his antics in stride as his godfather threw him a little wink.

As the Headmaster headed through the door, Harry wrapped an arm around Sirius's shoulder, "Gotta say, I'm properly impressed with you."

"Why wouldn't you be? I'm fantastic." Sirius preened, "Why exactly?"

"For dealing with Skeeter."

"Ah," He scowled at the very mention of the vile woman's name, "It's far less than she deserves. And honestly, I would keep my guard up if I were you. If anything, she may be more dangerous now that she's lost her job. Given she's such a vindictive, mean-spirited harpy, she'll do everything in her power to destroy the people she sees as responsible for her downfall.

"That was you, though," Harry chuckled, "And I'm pretty sure you don't care about anything she could do to you."

"Of course, I'm not worried about me. My only concern is what she could find out about… your unique personal life, and the way she would go about abusing it."

That thought gave him some pause, "Right, fair point. I'll keep it in mind."

"You should. Don't worry over it obviously, but don't let your guard down either. And hey, if it comes to it, we'll destroy her without a second thought." That earned him a raised eyebrow from Dumbledore, and Harry couldn't help but think that was the sort of think that many of House Black's members had said in that very house over the years.

With that last bit of wisdom, they reached the drawing room. Waiting inside were two others talking quietly together, Narcissa and Iliyana. Given everything he knew about her pureblooded bigotry, he was surprised to see the former Mrs. Malfoy looking so cordial with the veela matriarch. Then again, Sirius was rather adamant before allowing her to return to the family.

"Ms. Black, Iliyana." Harry greeted the two blondes, "It's good to see you both again." The two women both offered him a smile, one that was surprisingly genuine on the part of the former.

"Hello, Mr. Potter," Narcissa looked almost guilty before she spoke again, "I already told Sirius, but I want to apologize on behalf of my son to you, as well. I didn't have much opportunity to correct his behavior after the trial, and it seems he's only gotten worse in the months since. It's entirely unacceptable and I can promise that won't be the case when he returns to Hogwarts after his suspension."

"I think that's up to him more than you," Harry pointed out, "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

"Too true," Dumbledore's tolerance for delay had officially reached its end, "But something that might be better discussed another time. There are more pressing matters, after all." Given the Headmaster's disposition, and Narcissa presence, Harry thought he had a pretty good idea why they were there.

"We'll all be happy to be rid of it," Sirius turned toward a cabinet. It was made of dark wood and banded with rune-etched silver. With a tap of his wand it opened, and inside was just one thing. A golden cup with two ornate handles. Engraved into the side was a badger with shining amber for the eyes. He knew enough history and discussed Tom enough to recognize it. This was the cup of Helga Hufflepuff. And more importantly than that, one of the horcruxes.

As Sirius took it from the cabinet, he could feel it. Terribly familiar, and absolutely horrid. It emanated with the darkness of the soul that inhabited it. Everyone in the room, even Dumbledore, felt its tendrils wrap around them. Iliyana felt it too, and with a flare of allure some of that malevolent influence fell away.

"You did it?" Harry asked Narcissa as his godfather set it down on the low table in the center of the room.

"With a great deal of effort, yes." Quite rightfully, she sounded proud of herself., "The goblins have certain laws with regards to soul vessels, unfavorable ones to say the least. Between that and my sister's incarceration, they made an exception thanks to my guarantee that it could and would be destroyed."

I was absolutely right. Sirius would've been a fool not to agree to her terms. He shared a brief 'I told you so' look with his godfather before turning to Dumbledore, "Let's do it then."

Dumbledore's only response was to tilt the hilt of Gryffindor's sword toward him. When Harry only looked at it, he explained, "When you killed the basilisk, the sword became imbued with its venom. Did you think I researched Tom's horcruxes without considering how they might be destroyed?"

"Of course not," No one had ever accused Albus Dumbledore of failing to plan, "I just didn't think I was going to be the one to do it."

"Tom has destroyed the lives of many," The regret in his voice was palpable, "but you alone were tied to him by a stroke of fate. I think it only right that you be the one to do it."

Harry could understand the sentiment, but the truth was, he didn't care one wit who actually destroyed the wretched things, "Like you said, I'm not the only one who suffered the consequences of Tom's actions. And I already destroyed the diary…"

Dumbledore seemed pleased with that response, "Who then?"

Harry took the sheathed sword from Dumbledore's hand and offered the hilt to Sirius, "He killed your best friend, your brother in all but blood… I think it's only fair that you take this from him now."

Tears welled up in his grey eyes. Even though he put on a happy face, Sirius was a man wracked with regret. Harry knew not a day went by when he didn't think of his mother and father, and the horror of their deaths.

Sirius' face hardened, as did his resolve. He pulled the sword free in one fluid motion and without any hesitation he brough it down. It sliced through the air with an audible thwick before he cut through the cup.

The priceless relic gave no physical protest, but there was an inhuman cry as the metal severed and rent. The impossibly sharp blade passed through with ease and chipped the wood of the table beneath it. Sirius let go of the hilt as a black, viscous ichor bled from the twisted remains before dissipating. It was entirely familiar to Harry after the events following the World Cup. One more bit of him off to hell, hopefully. Everyone in the room breathed a little bit easier as that fragment of Tom's soul died.

Sirius beathed deep, eyes still wet with unshed tears, but that was the only sound in the room. Utter silence reigned as they all considered what had just been done. One more step closer to a permanent end.

They were pulled from their thoughts by the unlikeliest of things. Kreacher popped in and was looking awestruck at the broken remains of Helga's Cup. Shocked, the unpleasant elf spoke, "How?"

Sirius had no patience for him and snapped, "How what?"

"How did you do it?" Kreacher pulled at his own ears, beat at his own chest, "Kreacher tried everything, but it would not break. Terrible magic… terrible magic, just like that. Master Regulus trusted me, and I couldn't do it." Even though he was a generally detestable being, everyone in the room felt some sympathy for his pained cries. He sniffled once before he looked at Sirius with an odd sort of hope, "But you can do it?"

"What are you talking about? What did my brother ask you to do?"

Before giving an answer, the elf popped away and Sirius was about to curse in frustration before Kreacher was right back standing in the same place that he'd left. In his hands was a golden locket, he held it up for all to see.

Inscribed into its face and inlaid with emerald, was a distinctive "S". For the first time that Harry could remember, 

Dumbledore looked truly shocked, "Kreacher, where did you get this?" The elf looked disdainfully at him.

More gently than Harry imagined he'd ever spoken to him, Sirius commanded, "Tell us, Kreacher."

"In a cave, a cave the Dark Lord enchanted and protected. He tested the last of his defenses with me." He guarded the locket close to his chest. It felt even more vile to be around than the cup, as though it were actively trying to worm its way against the defenses around his mind, "Master Regulus died stealing it from him. He commanded Kreacher to destroy it, but I couldn't."

Well, I don't think today could've gone much better. Sirius went over to the elf and held his hand out, "We can do it. Just hand it over."

Reluctantly, as though there was something forcibly holding him back, Kreacher handed it to Sirius. His godfather frowned before placing it down on the table beside the broken remains of the cup. Without any warning, he slashed down against the gold but this time it glanced off the metal. He tried again, and yet nothing.

"That gold, it must have been worked with a similar skill as the sword…" Dumbledore frowned and furrowed his brow. He spent maybe a minute putting his impressive intellect to work before he turned to Harry, "I think perhaps, given it's a locket that belonged to Salazar Slytherin, that much like the Chamber, parseltongue might be the solution."

"Worth a try." Harry looked to Sirius, "Just be ready, yeah." He got a stiff nod in response as Sirius grabbed the sword from the ground. Properly prepared, he pictured a snake in his mind and spoke, "Open."

The ichor flooded from within. In his own mind, he could hear Tom whispering as some wretched facsimile of those he cared most about rose from the deluge. It was ugly shades of Orina and Anya that spoke, surrounded by shades of the all the others as well, "You aren't enough for us… You'll never be enough for us!" It rang hollow. I expected more from him if I'm being honest.

But while he managed to brush off the vitriolic poison effortlessly, the others in the room weren't nearly as successful. Each of them saw their own little nightmare courtesy of Tom's twisted soul. Narcissa cowered away, pressing her hands to her ears with all her might, trying to block off his voice. Iliyana looked about ready to vomit, whether it was from the lies or the disgusting feel of the magic around them, he didn't know. Even Dumbledore paled considerably, looking as if he was reliving the single worst moment of his life. And then there was Sirius, the sword hung limply in his hand and a single tear trailed down his cheek.

Enough! Grabbing the sword from Sirius' hand, Harry stabbed the point right through the center of the locket. The scream was more visceral than the first and he felt a pang in his own scar. Something like an echo remembering the excruciating pain of his own unexpected exorcism. The ichor dissipated, and they were left with nothing more than a broken relic.

Iliyana's allure filled the room, driving away the last of the cold. There was nothing but comfort in it, and everyone who felt it brightened at least a little. She stood and gathered Sirius in her arms. He was still the worst for ware after that ordeal. As she soothed him, she seethed, "Abomination."

"Yes," Dumbledore agreed. It'd been a long time since he thought of his former student as redeemable, "And we're now two steps closer to ensuring he's never a threat to anyone ever again." Silence followed, a poignant, hopeful one. Merlin, this'll be quite the story for the girls when I get back to Hogwarts.

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