Naughty Harry is a Bad Boy (fvdv123) » Harry gets blasted through the veil after Sirius and ends up back at his starting point. So he decides to take a whole new approach. This is a self-insert/back-in-time story. Mr. Cringe and Mr. Harem are helping me in this story with Gary Stu, so if this is not your thing, too bad. This is a Harry/Multi. I know! I always start with a few, but it gets out of control every time.
Harry Potter, M, English, Parody & Humor, chapters: 9, words: 40k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 983, updated: Jul 27, 2022 published: Jul 19, 2022, Harry P., Fleur D., Susan B., Daphne G.
1. Looped?
1996, Department of Mysteries, I stood in front of the veil of death and just watched Sirius fall through. It made me feel like an idiot, all the effort I made to follow Canon, tweaking here and there, planning to make my move this summer to go after the Horcruxes.
And he still fell through that arc. My plan was to expose Voldemort in the ministry, so I could yell I TOLD YOU SOOOO! I took one of the ten time turners I nicked from the Time Room and planned to go back a few hours, when I was almost done with the first turn, someone banished me through the veil… the last thing on my mind was SHIIIITTTT!
Xxxxx
Can you believe I woke up in that fucking cupboard? I looked around me, everything was back from where I started. I remember it well, Truck-San Isekaid me, yes, Isekaid as the most isekaid person in written history: Harry Fucking Potter!
Oh, all the plans I made to have as much fun as possible, I am ten years now, I just had my birthday beating, Vernon was a bit too enthusiastic, hence the Isekai. A year I spend learning wandless magic, you know in a lot of fan fiction Harry could easily learn it.
Well, it took me until Voldemort crawled out of his kettle. I wandlessly summoned the Tri-wizard cup and ported back to school. A good thing Cedric was not there.
Every year was a narrow miss, Quirrel got it at the mirror alright, but I could not receive the stone, I guess I was too greedy for it.
Second year… I took chickens instead of roosters down there, those bloody elves thought it was just for a pick-inc… That shade of Voldemort almost died from laughter, I stabbed him anyway.
Third year? Those Dementors did a number on me alright, every time they came close I became catatonic. You guessed it right, I fell off that fucking broom during the match against the Huffy puffs. Bloody Dumbledore was too late with his charm, and I spent two weeks in the hospital wing.
Sirius? Of course, I had to let it play out, so the dog dragged Ron away, all the drama in the shack, wolfy changed and almost took a bite out of me. Anyway, I followed Canon because Voldy had to resurrect the right way.
Did you know it is a bitch to chase more than a hundred Dementors away? I do now, almost got my first kiss there, I had nightmares for weeks.
Behold the Quidditch world cup! I placed a bet of ten thousand Galleons for Ireland to win and fucking Krum to catch the snitch at the goblins. Can you believe those fucking Irishmen threw the game? Those chasers slowed down each time they came close to a hundred and fifty points difference. So Bulgaria won, and I could kiss my galleons goodbye. I bet those Goblins calculated the amount if I should win the bet, and interfered.
I did damage control at the Tri-Wizard Cup, by stating loudly I don't want to enter that dead game. Nobody believed me when my name came out and told me I said that on purpose. In the end, even Hermoine had a badge pinned on her shirt, ah, good times, the naffers even banned me from my dorm, not that it mattered, the RoR provided.
The egg from that Dragon was easy, Fan Fiction provided thousands of ways to get it, so I did.
The dance? I just refused to go, it was not in the rules to attend, and I could not find a date, those naffers still didn't believe me.
The second task in the lake, I bribed the mermaids to bring my hostage and Fleur's, it was Gabrielle and Neville, the only one that did not have an I hate Potter badge. I won that task, it was not forbidden to bribe the mermaids. I just made my feet wet and made some noise for them to find me. It was done in ten minutes sharp. And everyone still called me a cheater. I was Gabrielle's favorite person though.
The third task, I summoned my broom and flew above the hedges, a win in less than two minutes. I did expose Crouch Junior though, that gave me some credit back.
Yes, yes, the rest is just like in Canon, horrible Umbitch all year, I saved Mr. Weasley at Christmas, flew on thestrals to London, did the song and dance in the ministry, and still could not save my dog father.
Well, I am back… … The one thing I won't do is follow the fucking Canon! Who am I you ask? Don't mind my past, I am just a dumb ass that got Isekaid by Truck San.
Xxxxx
First I have to get out of here, this place is heavily guarded, I tried to escape several times, I think Dumbles even imperio'd me to stay put because the last months before my eleventh birthday are a haze.
My wandless magic still works but is weak, I am skinny, hungry, and mostly angry at myself. The door opened with an alomohora, silently I got to the front door, it is in the middle of the night, with some extra cloth packed, I left the house.
At the park, in a secluded spot I called: "Kreacher! Elf of House Black come here please!" moments later Kreacher popped in. he looked at me and asked: "Why is filthy half-blood calling Kreacher from the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black? Why must Kreacher obey filthy half-blood?"
I shrugged: "Because I am the Heir of Master Sirius. Now, can you bring me to your home?"
Kreacher looked offended: "Why don't filthy half-blood go to his own home?"
Huh? I have a home? They told me it burned down and the ministry confiscated the cottage. "How do you know I have a home? Isn't it burned down?"
Kreacher answered: "Filthy half-blood has a home with many elves, Tapsy be my sister, she be the head elf at Potter Manor."
Surprised, I asked: "Ah I have elves? Why didn't they show themselves? Tapsy? Come here please!" Not a damn elf came. Angry at that tosser I said: "I think Tapsy is death Kreacher, or are you just joking around?"
Surprised, Kreacher snapped his fingers and an old elf appeared, she looked at me and grabbed her chest: "Master Harry! There be bad spells on you to drive Potter elves away!" and she popped back home.
"Son of a bitch! Kreacher! Can you remove those blocks? Or where do I have to go to get rid of them? Answer me, I am still Heir Black, if for nothing but to help your sister."
Kreacher studied me and said: "There be a lot of nasty spells on filthy half-blood, Kreacher can not remove them all, nasty spell to remove elf block, Kreacher can not do. There is a book in Black Library that has the spell."
It seems the bugger wants to help his sister out, meh, it never hurts to ask: "Bring me to the library Kreacher, I will do the spell myself, when I am done I'll move to Potter Manor, and you can ask a favor from me."
That bugger is looking suspicious at me! I even asked it nicely. After a minute of observing me, he took my hand and popped me to Grimmauld place 12. The wards accepted me as a Black although the house itself is hostile. Kreacher led me to the library and showed me two books, the first: Curses Most Evil, the second: Most Potent Rituals.
I found the spell to unblock house elves, but it required an adult to cast with a matured core. The ritual book provided a cleansing ritual, it transferred to a human sacrif… WTF? It even had to be a wizard FFS! Although this ritual removes everything, like the page said: clean as a newborn baby, it even removes hereditary family curses.
I guess I have to sacrifice a rat. I never liked that bastard anyway, he always slipped in the bathroom when Ginny was taking a bath. "Kreacher? Do you know where the Weasley home is located?"
Kreacher nodded: "Nasty Bitch didn't want brother, no sir, Nasty Bitch gave him away. Kreacher knows where Nasty Bitch lives." It seems he doesn't like Howling Molly.
"Kreacher, in the Weasley house lives a rat with the third eldest son. He is an animagus, the one that betrayed my parents and Sirius, the current Lord Black. This ritual needs a human sacrifice, an enemy is best. That rat is an enemy of House Black, can you get him here for me? Stunned preferably. It will upset that Nasty Bitch. But first, is there a ritual chamber in this house?"
Maybe that last bitch comment motivated him more, he was eager to show the ritual room. While I am prepping the room and learning the chants, Kreacher is on the warpath to the Nasty Bitches house. Just outside the ward border, he scanned the house, in a minute he located the rat and silently popped inside. He stunned the rat, and replaced it with another lookalike, a thing even I did not think of. Kreacher showed me the rat: "This be the traitor of The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black and Potter."
"You did great Kreacher, after the ritual you can ask your boon or save it for later." The bastard almost smiled. The room was prepped, and the main ingredient, Scabbers, was laid down in the center, I checked again for special requirements like full moon or solstice, when all was set, I locked the room and started the ritual.
It gave extra power if the one with the curses does the ritual himself, combined with the enemy, one block after another got transferred, I literally saw the blocks lift. I even got rid of the Horcrux, which improved my eyesight.
Halfway through the ritual, Scabbers changed back into a Peter, before he woke up I stomped his head on the floor, knocking him out completely. I had to, if he woke up then I was done for, a scrawny ten-year-old is no match for a death eater, even if it is a cowardly one. At the end of the ritual, all that was left of Peter is an empty husk.
A strip search got me two wands, Voldy's and the rats', that bastard was as poor as a church rat, no wonder he was freeloading at the Weasleys. Both wands reacted friendly to me… MINE! Hah, hide! I am armed and mildly dangerous! The negative side is that I can't use him anymore to free Sirius, the only consolation is that I didn't get Sirius free with him. The only thing this boy is not going to follow is Canon. This one here is going to be a rebel with a cause. This is war!
Ah, that felt nice, to be able to yell it all out without Vernon to beat me up… Fuck! I could have used Vernon!
Maybe next time. Kreacher showed me a book about healing, it had a nice analysis spell, after a few tries I came out clean as a newborn baby, just as promised, even my scar is gone, my eyesight is 20/20, and it felt like my magic was tripled at least.
Now I have to settle my debt to Kreacher: "Kreacher? Ah, it is done, name your boon if you will." Reluctantly Kreacher showed the locket: "Kreacher needs to destroy this locket, Master Regulus commanded it. Bad Kreacher could not do it. Kreacher tried and tried, Kreacher could not do so."
I felt the evil from three feet away, I said to Kreacher: "I will look in this book for a ritual, if we can't find any, then you have to wait until I am in Hogwarts? Or, can you get some Basilisk venom? It works with that." This is rightfully an evil home, Kreacher found some in the potion storage. After testing I still could speak to snakes, I said: "Kreacher, I will open the locket, you pour the Basilisk venom in the locket." I had never seen an elf so focused. With a §Open§ the locket opened, I stepped back and Kreacher gave it a venom bath. A minute later Voldy left the house. The little bugger cried for a half hour, so glad master Reggie's last command was done.
Xxxxx
When we came upstairs, Walburga shrieked from her portrait: "Kreacher! Who did you bring into the house? I told you to close the house for everyone until the Malfoy scion is of age!"
I showed myself to her and asked: "Why do you want the killers of your son in this house? Did you not know he and his half-blood wannabe lord is responsible for the death of nephew Regulus? He even bribed the prime minister to keep your eldest son in Askaban. I even bet he is responsible for your death and that of Grand Uncle Arcturus the previous Lord Black. Kreacher! Tell the tale of master Reggie to Walburga."
Hah! The bitch even let me finish talking, I moved a few steps away, I didn't dare to sit down, all kinds of nasties are living in the furniture. Twenty minutes later Kreacher finished his tale to a stunned Walburga.
I decided to bluff a bit, I said: "Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He is the son of Merope Gaunt and a muggle Tom Riddle. She seduced him with a love potion, when she got pregnant she stopped dosing him, he left her of course, they were neighbors and he was engaged to a muggle.
He grew up in an orphanage and got sorted in Slytherin. There you have it, do you think he would have liked the pure bloods in Slytherin? I bet he wants to kill them all. How many pure bloodlines were wiped out by him?
And those hardcore pure bloods let themselves even get branded like common cattle."
Walburga asked: "How do you know all that?"
I think I am some kind of seer madam, occasionally I got visions from my scar. I just did a ritual to get rid of it." Blame it on the scar, it works all the time, half will believe it, the other half will say that it was nonsense. Either way, I win.
"Kreacher? Can you pop me over to your sister? Or close by? And as aunt Walburga said, lock the house for everyone except Lord Black and his Heir. I will take this book about rituals with me, I have use for it. I will return it when lord Black returns, meanwhile clean the house."
Hmm, did I close all loopholes? Wait a minute: "Kreacher, call Tapsy here so she can pop me directly in the manor." Kreacher called Tapsy reluctantly, when Tapsy popped in, she jumped in my arms and cried… those elves do that a lot around me lately. Then she hugged Kreacher and thanked him. She froze and looked around, Kreacher took a few steps back, embarrassed by the condition of the House.
Tapsy asked: "Kreacher? Did you become… lazy? Or did you becomes too old?"
Kreacher squirmed: "Mistress Black ordered the house to be filthy so squatters don't want to move in."
"He will clean the house now Tapsy I even give you permission to help. Now can you pop me home, please? I am sleepy." A pop later and I was home, I felt the wardstone welcoming me, Tapsy led me to the office and showed me the Heir ring: "The Lord ring is in the family vault at Gringotts. Put the ring on, it will protect you."
The ring went on my finger, resized, and with a flash accepted me. I was tired out, I did not even notice when Tapsy put me in bed.
Xxxxx
That night an old man was jumping all over Britain, looking for his lost puppet. Two days later, he announced to the wizarding world that Harry Potter died. That stirred a hornets' nest, The Daily Garbage had a field day, they put the blame on everyone as long it sold well.
Tapsy showed me the paper and said: "Master Harry needs to write a letter to Blooddagger, and seal it with the ring, or nasty headmaster will rob the vaults. Now drink this, it will help you grow."
A few hours Later Blooddagger received a letter from heir Potter:
Account manager Blooddagger,
I write to you to inform Gringots that I am still alive. I am behind war wards and stay here until I enter Hogwarts. I escaped my prison with a loyal house elf from my other House. There he helped me do a ritual to remove all blocks and trackers, even the house elf block and the mail block.
I do not know who did this all to me, but I am safe for the moment. Can you see if my family has a solicitor and ask for help?
Tapsy said to add a few drops of blood to prove I am a Potter.
Close all vaults and retract all keys for everyone, only the normal transactions of the businesses like rents and taxes can pass.
Yours truly
Henry James Potter
Heir Primary of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House off Potter.
Heir Primary of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House off Black
Ps
There may be more houses but I don't know them yet.
Well, that letter looked innocent enough, like a kid wrote it with the help of a house elf.
Blooddagger analyzed the blood and confirmed it was from Henry James, he took the letter and went to his superiors to show it: "Elders, Warlord Ragnar, there is something suspicious going on with the Potter account. This letter proves that Heir Potter is still alive, to make certain, I send a letter to the main house elf and asked her to come over with my letter and a few drops of his blood."
Ragnar frowned: "Why in Great Nifflers name would Dumbledore declare Heir Potter dead? It doesn't make sense."
Blooddagger answered: "There are strange things happening with Dumbledore, he is regularly taking big sums from the trust vault, for the boy up keeps, only those sums can keep a noble family living in luxury for years. Also, he is the one that sealed the Potter will and took the guardianship over."
Ragnar: "We will wait for what that house elf as to say."
An hour later Tapsy popped in with the letter: "Account manager Blooddagger, this be the letter you wanted."
Blooddagger accepted the letter and asked: "What happened? How did the boy get to you?"
Tapsy was angry: "Nasty headmaster put spells on Master Harry, we could not find Master Harry, even when he called. Three days ago Kreacher from house Black called for Tapsy when Tapsy came, Master Harry was with him, the spells hurtses to mush and Tapsy had to go away.
Kreacher helpes Master Harry to remove nasty spells so Master Harry can come home. Yesterday Tapsy helpes Master Harry to write the letter to yous."
Blooddagger swore, Dumbledore is after Potter, his most important client… his only client. He said to Tapsy: "Ask Master Harry that I can visit him with the family solicitor? You have to show him to set the wards to let us in. you can already tell him that all keys are revoked and an audit is being done right now."
Tapsy popped away. Swearing, Blooddagger did his report to Ragnar, when he was done, Ragnar spoke: "Order an audit of Dumbledore's vaults, something stinks. The potter account is more important than the account of Dumbledore. We cannot mess with an Heir of one of our richest clients. If word gets out that we let the Boy Who Lived get robbed, then we lose face to the other Branches. Wait for further actions after the audits are done."
Xxxxx
Here I am, living a life in luxury. Finally, you might say, clothes that fit, with the potion regime I gained weight and height. On Tapsy's advice, I started to work out, so the weight goes to muscles instead of fat. I am not a ten-year-old Schwarzenegger yet, but I am getting in shape.
I stored Voldy's wand and practiced with Wormies twig. After revising my spells from first til fifth year, the potion section taught me the most, although that is mostly Snape's fault, that prick had it for me from day one, just like Canon.
I studied the courses that I neglected, Runes and Arithmancy. A section of the library was dedicated to old school books from my ancestors, full of notes and tips. This is a treasure grove! If Hermione ever sees this she will have a hissy fit or an orgasm.
Occlumency was the main goal to achieve, I spent five hours a day practicing it, the days that snape can read my memories are over. If he tries… Hmm, maybe I get in Hufflepuff, I can sit next to Susan Bones, I have access to Amelia Bones that way, I have Snape in Azkaban before the month is out.
Too bad, I have to go to Hogwarts for that Tiara, or I would go to Beaubatons… Nah, my French sucks more than Fleur's English.
Next, I have to get allies from big houses. Neville is my godbrother so it is easy to make contact with him, almost all fan fictions blame the wand and his uncle Algy, although dropping a boy out the window and hoping he bounces is kind of crazy.
Luna is always good for a laugh, I got to shag Cho this time, maybe Hermione too if she can outgrow her mother-hen complex.
My favorite victi… family the Greengrasses, you know, opposites attract, but Daphne… she is one fine good looking chick. Astoria got that blood malediction in Canon, so she has it in most fan fiction too. And I happen to have a book that can cure her, I will even suggest using Lucius or Snape for it… both! Daphne is no doubt a carrier too.
Hmmm, why not a Veela? I can make contact with the Delacour's. Fleur is thirteen now, just old enough to make friends with her before she becomes cold and got shunned when puberty kicks in and her allure gets out of control.
Yeah right, I get caught when setting a foot out of the door, and the old goat put me back at the Dursley's, probably with an Imperio on my ass.
Well, my first job is to get rid of the Dursleys. Tapsy bought some muggle stationery and paper, and I wrote a nice letter:
Mr Police Copper,
You have to go look for my friend Harry! He doesn't come out to play anymore. Maybe he was bad and got punished again and can't leave his cupboard, they do that some times you know.
Or he get beaten when he had better grades as Dudley, that is his cousin you know. He beat us up when we try to help Harry all the time, so we do that when he isn't looking.
Last week he told me that his room is the cupboard under the stairs, maybe that is why he is punished. Can you see if he is ok? He lives in Privet Drive 4 Little Whinging
Thank you.
I better don't tell my name or Dudley beats me up again.
That letter can be from a scared little boy, that is afraid for his friend… I put it in an envelope and wrote Police station Little Whinging put some stamps on it and let Tapsy post it in Little Whinging. If there comes nothing from it, I only lost some time and a few stamps.
Xxxxx
Tapsy gave a letter from Blooddagger telling me he will visit tomorrow with Solicitor Dewey. That gave me time to practice my sad face in front of the mirror, it didn't do shit, the mirror made rude comments and broke my concentration, no doubt my dad spelled that mirror.
Anyway, tomorrow I will take my life into my own hands.
2 Enchante Mademoiselle, or, what's up pretty bird?
Tapsy led Blooddagger and Mr. Dewey into my office. It still feels weird to be here, but it is the best place to impress visitors. The portrait of gramps is behind me looking imposing down on us, we had some serious talks the past couple of days and weren't happy at all with how I was treated.
Mr. Dewey swallowed, he did not forward to this conversation, even Blooddagger was nervous. Gramps started the meeting: "Explain to me, in simple words why the Heir of the Most Ancient and Most Noble of House Potter had to spend nine years in a CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS? In a MUGGLE HOME? Where is Sirius? Where is Alice? Are those oaths they took fake? Why in Merlin's name did they want to be Godparents if they don't even look after Henry?"
Dewey tried to do damage control: "Charlus, Alice and Frank got attacked five days after James and Lily died. They are in St. Mungos with permanent Cruciatus damage. Sirius betrayed James and Lily and is in Askaban, he betrayed their location to You Know Who."
Gramps was puzzled: "Impossible, first of all, Sirius loved James as a brother, and Henri like a son, he even blood adopted Henri and made him his Heir. Secondly, even if Sirius betrayed James and Henri, he would be dead because of the Godfather oath. Why didn't you defend him at his trial? You are still our Family Lawyer are you?" Go, gramps! Spank them!… ow, that is a wrong mental picture.
Dewey answered: "Those days were hectic, every day there were multiple trials, only after a week did I know that Sirius was put in Askaban. When I heard he betrayed James and Lily, I thought he confessed it on his trial. Yesterday I checked it in the hall of records, Sirius did not receive a trial at all. Only an order to transport him to Askaban signed by Crouch, Bagnold, and Dumbledore."
Blooddagger decided to save Dewey and said: "We did an audit of the Vaults of Potter, Black, and Dumbledore. Dumbledore has been helping himself to Henri's trust vault. Twenty thousand Galleons each year, nineteen thousand from those found their way into Dumbledore's vault. He must have my schedule because each time he tried to get access to the Potter main vault, my office was manned by a trainee.
The trainees never reported it, but each visit is automatically recorded. I suspect obliviate spells. The Black vaults have the same problem, only this time it is Malfoy doing it. The amounts are less, but the intent is the same. We recalled all keys from both families, claiming there are some irregularities."
Dewey, happy for the help from Blooddagger continued: "Dumbledore claimed magical guardianship of Henri and blocked the will. James did not ask me to draw a draft or asked me to witness or as executor of that will. A few weeks later I received a letter from Dumbledore that he freezes our cooperation until Young Harry can decide for himself. I have the letter with me." Oho, he is a good Lawyer, he just got himself out of trouble, the ball is in your camp now gramps.
Gramps thought for a bit, although if you think this through, it is some canvas with a bit of paint on it with a few spells… is this some kind of Horcrux too? He said: "It looks like Dumbledore has too many spoons in the porridge. We need a power block of our own… In the Grindelwald war, I fought with a French Noble, one of the oldest families in France, when I last met him, his son started a carrier with the French Aurors. Renee Delacour, we saved each other several times. If he passed away, I am certain that you can get some help from his son Jean-Paul. He heard us tell stories from the war, so he will certainly help Henri if you ask."
Thank you Gramps! Now I don't have to search for Fleur, you presented her to me on a platter.
Dewey picked up on that: "Henri must apply for political asylum in France, and stay there until his eleventh birthday. That way he can claim the Lordships of Potter and Black. How do we get him out of the country? The country is monitored for magical travels between Britain and the continent."
Hey, I can help with that! I butted in: "We can go the muggle way, we just have to board a ferry? With the European Union, they hardly check our identities. I heard uncle Vernon complain about it. There are several destinations, The Netherlands, Belgium, and France have multiple harbors that ferry between the countries. Dumbledore can't watch them all." Hah! I scored points! A Riddle: A Goblin, a Lawyer, and a painting are looking speechless. At what are they looking? ME!
Gramps was the first to snap out of it: "Good thinking Henri, Now we have to find a muggleborn that we can trust, I doubt you two can pull it off. Andromeda Black comes to mind, she married a muggleborn and got kicked out of the family. I remember she visited James and Lily a lot."
Dewey nodded: "Theodore Tonks came multiple times asking for Harry the first years, I am certain he went to Dumbledore too." Probably obliviated a few times."
Blooddagger took the next topic: "In Dumbledore's vault, we found a marriage contract with a Ginny Weasley, activated when Henri doesn't cancel the contract before he is sixteen. The bride price is staggering, 50% of the Potter fortune, of which 10% goes to Dumbledore. We can use this contract to prove the malicious intention of Dumbledore."
Wow! By getting blasted through the Veil, I dodged a bullet, although Ginny is a looker, Voldy fucked her mind sideways and I am sure left some residue in it… that came out wrong.
Gramps grinned evilly: "Make a legal copy and arrange a meeting with Tonks and Andromeda."
Xxxxx
Tonks, Andromeda, and little Tonks came to visit with Dewey, when he introduced them to me, I wanted to have a little fun. Nymphadora is six years older than me, so fifteen or sixteen, depending on the time of year.
I stared hard at her and jumped in her arms yelling: "Nimmy!" Buried my face between her boobs and put my hands on her ass. Yes, I met her in my first year and she told me my nickname for her. I began rapidly talking: "I remember you! You always played with me. Can we be friends again?"
I lifted my head and looked her in the eye, then I lowered my head again, while I hooked my chin behind her shirt and my mouth touched the top of her boobs. I count this as a win for me. Nimmy came to her senses when my hands copped a feel on her bum. Her hair turned red and she glared at me: "Isn't puberty coming too fast for you squirt? Lose the grip or get spanked." The moment she spotted my grin, Nimmy paled.
I took the offer and said: "Puberty? Maybe, but I am too young for that kind of play Nimmy, but if spanking is your thing, I am willing to sacrifice myself."
Nimmy looked at Andromeda and asked: "Mum? Can I have my wand please? I have a snotty brat to discipline." When Nimmy heard her dad choking with laughter, she recalled her words, looking for the funny parts… the light went on upstairs, her hair shifted through several colors, settling back to red.
She glared at me: "Little Potter, your old man used to tease me a lot, and now you are starting it? Wait until I get you alone!" Tonks sr. could not take it any longer and laugh out loud: "There is no good way out Dora, just accept your loss. Hello Harry, I am glad you remember my daughter. She used to babysit you a lot at James and Lily's cottage."
I smiled at Tonks: "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Tonks, welcome to Potter Manor. You too Nimmy, sorry for teasing you, I was just so happy I could recognize you. The only thing I remember from that time is a nightmare of a woman screaming and a green light."
Hah! Now Nimmy is feeling guilty, if I milk it out enough I can cop a feel a second time. Different scenarios were already playing in my mind, the birds and the bees talk, asking what a boner is, or how girls masturbate. The list is endless. Nimmy felt chills running up and down her spine.
Andromeda set us back on the right track: "Let us first hear what this is all about, hi Harry, you are very much alive, even when Dumbledore declared you dead. Where have you been these years? Not here because we asked Tapsy, she said they could not feel you anymore."
It was a long explanation that lasted through the day, when the adults discussed the details Nimmy and I escaped to the library. I showed her the coursebooks on potions, which she claimed immediately, cheering at all the side notes and tips. Harry! I could kiss you! These books are the best!" I muttered: "Ok… What is stopping you? That would be my first kiss ever."
Nimmy heard me and slapped the back of my head: "Cool down you horny brat! You already grabbed my ass and slobbered all over my boobs, don't push your luck."
I shrugged: "I have to grab every chance I can Nimmy, the Dursleys were not nice people, Dudley chased everyone away that wanted to be friends with me. You are the first girl that talked longer than two minutes with me."
With a conflicted look in her eye, she asked softly: "It was that bad?"
I nodded: "They made me sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, I got beaten when I did better than Dudley in school, which was all the time, Dudley beat up everyone that wanted to talk or play with me. I had to do all the chores, even cook for them."
Score! Nimmy pulled me in her arms for a bone-crushing hug! My mouth was back in the right place and my hands were exploring the female anatomy. She even indulged me and enlarged her boobs a bit.
That is my Nimmy! Now I have to take advantage of the situation: "Nimmy? Is it true boys want to kiss and suck on girls' boobs? Why? I only thought husband and wives kissed each other?"
Hah! I got the metamorph blushing! Still holding me she answered: "That is a part of courting Harry, boys are curious about our body, and done right, sucking our boobs feels great. We call that foreplay."
Oh? She is walking into this with her eyes open. I continued: "Thank you for explaining it Nimmy, you are the best. What else is foreplay? Kissing?"
Her boobs grew bigger, it was hard to miss, so I started to run my lips over the mounds, no comment plz! Ten-year-old getting the facts of life here and loving it. Nimmy had a good time too, my lips did something good because her breath became heavy.
She whispered: "It starts with kissing, then the hands starting to wander on our bodies, after that we explore with our lips like you are doing now." I unbuttoned her shirt a bit more to free her boobs and whispered back: "Like this? Do I suck on the nipples?" Not waiting for an answer my lips searched for her fun buttons. When I found one, I started to move my tongue around it, softly sucking on it.
Nimmy choked and moaned: "Yes! Just like that. Oh, Morgana! Just like that!" My hand that I used for her buttons found its way to the other boob, and her other nipple received a good workout. For a moment I forgot her ass and moved both hands to the front. My mouth was alternating between nipples, and my hands gave her boobs a good time. Nimmy's shirt was wide open now and granted free access to the hills of wonder.
By now Nimmy could not think straight anymore, her hand went into her skirt and began to move very fast. Commenting on that would stop the fun, so I ignored her hand and helped her to get over the top. With her other hand, she grabbed my head and guided it where she wanted it to be. A pinch on her nipples did the trick and she shuddered with a suppressed moan.
I asked with a whisper: "Did I do good Nimmy? Was this foreplay? I liked to kiss your boobs, and your hand on my head. When can we do this again?"
Nimmy was still riding her buzz, she groaned: "I can't believe we did this, but sweet Morgana it felt good. Harry, this is a part of foreplay, yes, but couples only do this when they trust each other and want to let their partner feel good. I am afraid there will be no next time, you will move to France remember?"
I took her boobs in my hands again and answered with a whisper: "Well Nimmy, I do want to let you feel good, and we are not in France yet. Your boobs taste great, what else can I do to make you feel good?" I let one hand wander south, caressing her belly, making her shiver, I took the hand that was in her skirt and looked at it, I smelled, and licked her fingers. Nimmy gasped at my action, her mind froze up. I asked: "What did you do in your skirt Nimmy? Can I try it too?"
Not waiting for an answer, my hand went under her skirt, while my other hand and lips worked on her boobs. Exploring her bare legs and inner thighs, I occasionally brushed her panty, a soaking wet panty. Each time Nimmy moaned, getting worked up again. Slowly I moved closer until my fingers were teasing her lower lips through her panty. Her hand was already on my head again, guiding it where it is needed. By now my hand found its way into her panty, slowly exploring the female anatomy. The combination of rubbing her clit and sucking her nipple gave her a second orgasm.
Nimmy suppressed a big scream and shuddered while hugging me close. Slowly I removed my hands from the overstimulated spots and helped her to dress up again.
Nimmy sighed: "Harry, you Naughty Boy, that felt so good, are you certain you have never done that?"
I shrugged: "I don't know, maybe in a previous life? Another incarnation? Thank you for teaching me Nimmy, I am happy you enjoyed it too."
Nimmy groaned: "I can't believe I am saying this, but I want to do this more Harry. Most boys are a stumbling mess and stop when they get off, and leave embarrassed. Getting me orgasm this way without practice even twice, blew my mind."
We got to studying eventually, her grades in potions were important, and Snape sabotaging the other houses made her study harder for it. That was a reason, the other reason is that Little Dude is not ready for action yet. It did make me focus on Nimmy, and she enjoyed it… a lot.
Xxxxx
When the adults came to get Nimmy, she asked to borrow the books to study potions, the Potter books worth their weight in gold. I said: "I don't mind, or she can come here, one of the elves can get her and bring her back each day or every other day. When do we leave for France?"
Dewey answered: "The third week of August Dumbledore is at the ICW, we leave on Monday. That is two weeks from now."
Nimmy made puppy eyes at Andromeda and asked: "Mum? Can I study here? Or come here to get books?"
Tapsy commented: "Mistress Andy, our stock is filled with ingredients, we have a good potion chamber, Sona and Tova can supervise. They are good at potions, we are teaching Master Harry too."
I shrugged: "We have plenty of room, Nimmy can stay here until we leave. That gives you more time to arrange everything, Nimmy can even teach me a bit of magic. There are enough elves to supervise."
Andromeda looked at Theodore who nodded: "That gives Harry some company here."
Tapsy smiled: "It is good Master Harry has someone to talk to. Call Minny to bring Mistress Nimmy's luggage. We loves to take care of little Miss."
Xxxxx
Nimmy and I explored foreplay in all its facets these two weeks, from kissing the upper lips to the lower lips. We devoted one hour a day to that topic alone. At the end of those weeks, I could play her like a fiddle.
It wasn't always fun and games, I found some spells to learn French fast and some translation spells. I showed her my books on occlumency and my suspicion of Dumbledore and some other teacher invading the students' minds. When I mentioned that, she studied fanatically, the thought of Snape or Dumbles looking at me giving her pussy a workout scared her shitless.
It didn't stop me from doing it though, the first time I used parseltongue on her clit, I was kind of glad I had the bedroom silenced. I am certain she began to have feelings for me when I refused to let her change her appearance: "Nimmy, Making your boobs a size or two bigger is ok, but changing yourself to look like someone else? Nah, you are bloody gorgeous, sexy, and when my equipment is coming alive I want to shag my sexy girl. Now hold still, I want to try how many fingers I can get in there… no, no cheating!"
After two weeks, the results were showing, that she could already brew each potion from the sixth year, her occlumency was enough to keep the perverts out, and her self-confidence was showing.
Lupin? Fuck that coward, he was never even looking for me! He can jack himself off for all I care. I keep Nimmy for myself or she can find a decent boy. That bastard almost bit me last time!
Tapsy and the elves know what is happening between Nimmy and me of course, but loyal elves keep their Master's secrets. I just love those small buggers, Nimmy and I thanked them excessively when we left for France.
Xxxxx
Tonks rented a big camper van and made it into a road trip. Nimmy and I were comfortable with each other, she took the big sister role up with no effort, and had no problem sharing her parents with me.
I know, some big sisters educate their little brothers sometimes too. A lot of Japanese mangas are on that topic, so get off my back.
The trip went from Wales to Dover, we got on the ferry to Calais with no trouble. From there we drove to the Mediterranean close to Montpelier to the Delacour estate. The trip took three days, I had a chance to demonstrate my cooking skills, the times Andromeda sat next to Theodore, I sat in the back with Nimmy whispering about the moans that came out of Ted and Andi's little room or the shaking of the van during the moans.
Andromeda pretended she didn't hear us, that night, the moans amplified, and so was the shaking of the van. The next morning Andromeda smirked at Nimmy, who had walls under her eyes.
I whispered jokingly: "Is it hard to masturbate while you are listening to your parents having sex?" That started a tickle war.
Xxxxx
We arrived at the Delacour estate, the Delacour's welcomed us, Jean-Paul, Appoline, Fleur, and little Gabrielle. Jean-Paul: "Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Tonks, Miss Tonks, and Heir Potter. We are honored to aid you so we can repay only a small amount of the help your grandfather offered to our family during the Grindelwald war. Be our House guest for as long as you want."
Going on the expressions of the Tonkses, that offer is something big, I better thank them: "Merci beaucoup Monsieur et Madame Delacour. Sorry, I am only two weeks far into learning French, I want to thank you for your hospitality, and will do everything possible to live by your rules and customs. I must admit that I am mostly ignorant of Magic and Nobel customs, I grew up in a small town with my muggle aunt who hates magic. I will do my best to adapt."
Appoline did the translation for her daughter in rapid French. Fleur has already a stick up her ass going on the look on her face, Gabrielle was just a ray of sunlight.
The Tonkses stayed two days before they were due back home. The night before I gave Nimmy a present, a little massage stick, you know to relax the muscles… that it has other purposes is strictly a coincidence.
I whispered: "Think about me when you use it Nimmy, I spelled it myself." Well, it got me a big hug, not that it mattered, Little Dude didn't raise his head yet.
Xxxxx
The estate was big, it had a big ass castle, a vineyard, and a private beach… with a busload of naked Veela on it. Apollonia introduced us to them: "Girls, This is Heir Harry Potter, he will be our House guest for at least a year, make him feel welcome, teach him our customs and language. And the family Tonks, Theodore, Andromeda, and Nymphadora.
Mr. and Mrs. Tonks, this is a private beach that our Veela community uses, I hope that you can keep the location or even the existence of our community a secret. On the beach we are mostly naked, we only put something on to eat or to avoid sunstroke. For your family, we leave every option free to choose."
Andromeda answered: "We are honored that you confided us with your secret, we will keep it with a magic vow if you want. We understand the need for secrecy, and am aware of the prosecution of your kind."
Nimmy added: "I practiced occlumency, so they won't get it that way, I am willing to take the vow. That you are fostering Harry, made you my favorite people." After she did her little speech, Nimmy stripped and went butt-naked on the beach.
I shrugged and followed her example, I looked at Theodore and said: "As the saying goes: When in France…"
Andromeda started giggling, and stripped, she kept a modest bikini on though, Ted in his swim trunks.
We were surrounded by Veela in their twenties, who were good at English and started tutoring us in French. Thank Merlin for Magic, after two hours in the sun, I resembled a cooked lobster. Nimmy was giggling when she rubbed the paste on my skin: "There is a spell that blocks harmful sun rays dummy."
I groaned: "Well thank you for telling me in advance Nim, and if you didn't notice it, I am ten years and don't know that naffing spell!"
Nimmy grinned: "Hush Naughty Boy, now I have a reason to give you a body rub." It would be better if she did that when it won't so fucking hurt! That girl is into SM I tell you. She did teach me the spell though, she knew I have a wand for practicing spells.
Xxxxx
I said goodbye to the Tonkses, I promised Nimmy to write after I got a lecture on Postal Owl Magic. I protested the animal cruelty of letting those birds fly those distances with a letter on their legs.
Theodore: "Harry, those Owls are trained with Magic, they have a kind of spatial magic to travel distances in a minute. For international post, it required strong Owls, because it takes some energy."
When the van disappeared from sight, Gabrielle took my hand and pulled me to the beach, soon it became clear, that she wanted me to learn French as soon as possible.
I turned to Gabrielle, took a bow and said: "Bonjour Mademoiselle, vous etes tres jolie."
Behind me a cold voice said: "Close Monsieur Potter." I turned around, and a thirteen-year-old Fleur glared at me. I gave her a bow and said: "Enchante mademoiselle Delacour. Or, what's up pretty bird?"
Somehow she doesn't seem to like me.
3 Fleur vs… Me?
Fleur's eyes were trying to incinerate me, it could be her first attempt at wandless magic, I mentioned: "It helps if you point your finger to your target if you trying wandless magic miss Fleur. Setting me on fire with your eyes alone needs practice."
Some older Veela chuckled at my comment, it was kind of a strange sight, the only one with clothes was Fleur, being the new arrival on the beach.
Fleur snapped at me: "What would a little boy know of wandless magic? You were living with muggles little boy!"
I grinned, concentrating while pointing to Fleur, with a thought I changed her clothing into a straight jacket, completely tying her up. I said to her: "Yes miss Fleur, I lived with muggles, nasty ones even. How do you think I could survive it? These last few weeks the blocks on my magic were removed, and I learned a lot of spells. This little boy can teach you a thing or two."
It is true that when those blocks were gone, my wandless magic became easier. Although I admit I cheated a bit with Fleur's clothes. They are spelled with auto-sizing, so I took control of that spell and manipulated the sleeves to grow and connect behind her back.
Slowly I circled Fleur and teased her: "Hmm, your magic feels like wind and fire miss Fleur, why don't you use those to free yourself? A talented witch like you would have no problem doing so. Or… You can beg this little boy to teach you. Until then, you are free to dispel it for as long as you want. Gabby? Do you want to help me build a sand chateau?"
I moved with Gabrielle to the group of small children and demonstrated my sandcastle-building skills, the kids ranged from two to eleven years and we had a blast.
I left a fuming Fleur behind, a few older Veela stayed with her and offered her pointers to dispel it. An hour later, Fleur was escorted back to the castle, still tied up, her pride prevented her to admit defeat.
Silently Gabrielle asked: "Do you think Fleur can get free? Why are the elders not helping her?"
Isabella, one of my tutors answered: "Gabby, Fleur is at a troubling age for Veela, changing from a child into a woman is harder for Veela than normal witches. Our bird form is an aggressive firebird, and that aggression shows at the start of puberty.
Normally Fleur is a friendly and lovable girl, but meeting Harry started the change. Fleur needs to control the firebird in herself, the sooner and better she controls it, the more powerful will her magic become. Harry challenging Fleur will only help her get stronger."
I asked: "Can you stop me when I cross some lines? I just wanted to tease her a bit, I didn't know she was struggling with herself. I don't want to cause problems for Fleur."
Isabella ruffled my hair and said: "You are helping her Harry, she might hate you right now, but will love you for it later. Her instincts are telling her that you are claiming her rightful place in the nest, when the change is complete she will look at you as a potential mate with a new bloodline."
Bloody hell? I am getting lectured about the mating habits of Veela? That is bloody uncomfortable, especially since we are all butt naked on a beach.
A few hours later, before dinner, I approached Fleur: "Alright miss Fleur, I want to apologize for my rude comments. Here, let me give some pointers, this is not a transfiguration of your clothes, but charms and enchants that I changed a bit. Focus on the charms on the clothes that change sizes, and try to manipulate them."
Knowing what to look for, Fleur concentrated, and slowly her clothes took their normal form. Still angry she said: "You took me by surprise, that won't happen again!"
I shrugged: "Keep telling yourself that Tweety Bird, you are always welcome for another round." Stamping her feet she left to take a shower, she was sweating buckets after being tied up for so long. That her nipples showed through the fabric didn't do much to me, after seeing her naked all the time. Nice nipples though.
Xxxxx
In the following days, I settled into a routine, playing with Gabrielle and the other kids, harassing Fleur with wandless magic and learning French. That my teachers are a pack of naked Veela was a plus point and a great motivator. Fleur was still trying to dominate me, which usually ended with her being tied up in humiliating positions.
Jean-Paul tutored me on French customs and laws, and Appoline introduced me to the Veela habits and traditions. Isabella took the lead in tutoring me in French, and I was a devoted student. She had no problem at all in keeping my attention.
Spending a week with naked Veela on a beach made me get used to the sight, the second day I stopped gawking at their pussies and tits. Secretly I am glad puberty didn't start for me or I would walk around with a boner all day, or sprain my right arm wanking.
The Veela basked in my attention though, I noticed they positioned themselves so I had a good view of the goods. They deliberately asked me to put lotion on their backs to tease me, I could say they were bullying me with their bodies. But that would be lying.
Even that faded back as normal, I had no trouble putting lotion on the women, back or front. By learning wandless magic, I could apply some magic while rubbing the lotion, and it did wonders on the female body. It rejuvenated their skin and acted as a full body massage, untying the knots in their muscles.
The Veela noticed the effect, I became popular overnight. When I asked why the lotion when there are spells for it, Isabella explained: "That lotion is a skincare potion Harry, it makes our skin flawless, with your skill applying it doubles its effects, so shut up and rub it in."
Xxxxx
September came closer, Fleur focused on her homework, reviewing it, and adding some things she learned from me, although she would never admit it.
She had the first signs of wandless magic, mocked by me as too weak. Most people quit with wandless because of the poor results at the beginning and the effort it takes to be good at it. It took me five years to do some weak magic. It only changed when my blocks were gone after getting back in time.
Getting Fleur angry at me motivates her to get better than me with it. Gabrielle spent more time with Fleur, knowing she will be at school in a few days, so I used my spare time in the library learning French.
The castle felt empty when Fleur left for school. Appoline bought me a strong eagle owl so I could write to Nimmy, and occasionally to Fleur, although Fleur never responded.
Xxxxx
Halfway through September, Britain, and France were like a disturbed ants nest when the news came out that the Boy Who Lived applied for political asylum in France.
Newspapers from all over the world jumped on the official statement of Dewey describing the living conditions I had to suffer at the Dursleys.
My letter to the cops helped, after inspecting the cupboard, they were arrested for child abuse and potential murder, because they could not provide my body, or prove that I am alive. Dumbledore was too late to contain the damage, news leaked to the newspapers, and they were happy to report on such a juicy topic.
Dumbledore got under fire when Dewey and his associate Howey proved that Dumbledore was responsible for the abuse of the Boy Who Lived.
When the third partner of the firm Screwem showed the theft of Harry's trust vault, made Dumbledore fight hard to keep his headmaster's job.
The humiliation to Britain for the Boy Who Lived to run away to France and applying asylum was bigger than we expected, both countries were looking down at each other, and in hindsight, it was kind of understandable.
Screwem and Dewey exposed the innocence of Sirius through the records of St Mungos that noted the Godparents' oaths of Sirius and Alice. That, combined with the lack of a trial gave Britain another bloody nose.
Xxxxx
Beginning October, Jean-Paul asked me if the head of the DMLE from Britain could ask me some questions. That would be Amelia Bones, there is no reason to refuse it, Susan being one of my targe… potential love interests.
A few days later I met Madam Bones in the parlor. Jean-Paul, as the head of the French Aurors, attended the meeting too.
When we all sat down and introduced ourselves, Madam Bones came to the point: "Heir Potter, can you explain in your own words how you came here and why you asked for asylum? Take your time for it."
I have to keep her on my side, so I started my sob story: "Madam Bones, after uncle Vernon gave me my birthday beating, that night in my cupboard it shook something loose in me. I escaped the house and walked to the park to my hiding spot. Once there, I yelled for help, I did not expect results, it was just to be able to yell out loud.
Suddenly an elf appeared, a House Black elf, Sirius Black blood adopted me and made me his Heir when I was a few days old. Kreacher asked why I didn't call for the Potter elves, but I failed at it when I tried, Tapsy, the Potter head elf is the sister of Kreacher, when Kreacher called Tapsy she had to flee from me because a spell on me hurt her badly. It also prevented my elves to find me.
Kreacher took me to House black, where I with the help of Kreacher could dispel all blocks and spells on me with a ritual that I found in the Black Grimoire.
I called Tapsy, who brought me back home. I met the painting of Grandfather Charlus who aided me to contact Gringotts. Together with our family Solicitors and Gringotts, we decided to apply for asylum in France for three reasons.
First is Dumbledore, who declared me dead two days after I did my ritual, so all the spells and blocks on me were done by him. He is my enemy, he put Sirius in Askaban, stole from my vaults, and claimed magical guardianship over me.
Second is the ministry, they abuse their office and power. Putting innocent people in Askaban without a trial and letting death eaters go free with just a simple Imperio statement and a bribe. It proves the corruption at all levels of the ministry.
Third is for my own safety. Staying in reach of Dumbledore and the Imperio death eaters is asking for trouble. I talked it over with my grandfather's painting, my account manager, and Solicitors, they all agree that staying in Britain is certain death.
I won't explain how and with who I escaped Britain to protect them, but I will remain here until I claim my Lordships next year.
If you want I can provide some memories of how I was treated by the Dursleys and some suspicious ones. For example, a teacher that visited my uncle to confront Dudley's behavior after he caught him beating me up, a few days later that teacher moved to another school. Things like that happened regularly. Grandpa suspected a wizard was spying on me and made sure I stayed with the Dursleys."
I filled several vials with copies of my memory and gave them to Madam Bones, she was highly embarrassed because she could not deny the things I said.
Finally, she stated with a sigh: "I will do my best to correct all wrongs Heir Potter, it will not be easy though. The Pure Blood movement is rooted too deep in our society. Can you enlighten me about the ritual?"
I shook my head: "Family magic Madam Bones, I only can tell it can even remove hereditary curses and maledictions. That and the nutrition potion regime corrected all defects on my body, you can compare me with the memory of the last beating Uncle Vernon gave me."
That will attract the attention of the Greengrass family for sure. Am I manipulating too much? Fuck it! The last time I depended on Canon, with as result a complete disaster and nothing to show for it, now I try the steamroller approach and see what happens.
Madam Bones left with her vials, I asked Jean-Paul: "Do you think Madam Bones will change something?"
Jean-Paul, after listening to my statement sighed: "Britain is chained to much by their own traditions. It will take years or something drastic to convince them. Maybe your Asylum here shook them awake. For now, enjoy your stay here, Gabrielle is loving your company, so are the other children of the enclave.
Xxxxx
In a surprise move from Fudge and the Dark faction, surprisingly supported by the Light faction, the conviction of Sirius was confirmed by the Wizengamot, under loud protest from Madam Bones and the Gray faction.
Their excuse was the fact of the thirteen muggles he killed, and if they arrange a trial for Sirius, then everyone would want one too. It was a signal to me that they still could hurt me if they want to.
I sighed and threw myself into my studies. Those studies included etiquette, politics, and… dancing. Gabrielle volunteered to be my partner with a promise to put cushioning charms on her feet.
Xxxxx
When Fleur returned for the Yule holiday, you know, Christmas is not celebrated by the wizard community, why Dumbledore wanted to celebrate it is beyond me.
Anyway, she attacked me at first sight and ended up as a character of a Japanese hentai manga, tied up completely.
Appoline complimented me on my technique and performance which drove Fleur crazy. I lowered my head next to her and said: "Be nice Tweety Bird, or you get a spanking. Now ask nicely to be released."
Growling Fleur said: "I will get out myself cretin! Just wait." I shrugged and whispered: "Can you keep up with me Tweety Bird? Do you feel the ropes restricting you? The ones on your pussy and nipples? I practiced hard to get them right you know. Now try to unwind yourself or beg for my help."
Her voice sounded through the house: "Maman! Why don't you help me?"
Appoline looked down at Fleur, I put the human sausage on a couch, Appoline said: "Ma belle Fleur, this is something you did to yourself. You attacked Harry, he just defended himself, so I give him the right to decide your punishment."
Grinning I sat beside my sausage, caressed her hair, and said: "What to do Tweety Bird? Are you going to be a nice Birdy or do I have to ruffle some feathers? Well, I have a proposition for you, we duel twice a day… wandless. Each time I win you have to shout out loud Harry is the best! Or, I am a Tweety Bird!"
Suspiciously she asked: "What about when I win?"
I shrugged: "Then I'll be your servant for the rest of that day. Now, concentrate on a cutting spell leaving this index finger, make sure it is not directed at your body, believe me, it hurts."
Five minutes later she succeeded, scraping the last bits of her dignity together, she said: "One hour after dinner, don't be late." I answered: "Sure, Tweety Bird."
That was the start of a fun winning streak, two times a day you heard Fleur with a sonorus yell: "Harry is the best! Fleur did not notice it, but her performance got better, her spells more powerful, and the control of her firebird improved greatly.
Appoline watched us dueling with a smile, at night she said to Jean-Paul: "Fleur will be one of the most powerful Veela of the last decades if she keeps this up. Harry is pushing her to the limits."
Jean-Paul smiled at her comment: "Doing wandless dueling at ten or even thirteen years old. I never could do it at that age. The spells they use are even above their age. Binding in ropes is rather basic, but the kind of bindings Harry used? Those are complicated knots, each time he catches Fleur with it she is embarrassed."
Appoline chuckled: "That is because of what those ropes are touching, I even noticed a knot in the rope just on her pleasure button. Harry must have read a book about bondage to come up with that."
Jean-Paul raised his eyebrows: "Ow? Do I need to take some lessons from Harry dear? There is something in your voice that asks for a spanking." Their love life was raised to the next level thanks to me.
When it was time to return to Beaubatons, Fleur had her firebird instincts under control. I even let her win the last duel as a reward, when she bowed down at me, tied up in ropes, she whispered in my ears: "It is not a victory if you let me win. One day I really beat you, little boy." It didn't stop her from bossing me around for the rest of the day though.
She even gave me a hug when she left for Beaubatons, I'll take that as an improvement.
Xxxxx
My time with Gabrielle and the kids from the enclave was fun, I could understand them now without translation magic, I only had to apply the language learning spell once a day. The witch or wizard that invented that spell was a genius, it targeted the region of the brain that handled speech and languages… or... he or she was a dumbass for not including the whole brain so it could be used to learn all kinds of magic.
The adult Veela handled the vineyard and other Delacour farms and business, Isabella home-schooled the children, she was quite good at it, I already knew everything so I helped out with tutoring the kids.
Xxxxx
At the Spring Equinox Fleur showed me her progress with her first real win, in a hard-fought battle, she surprised me with a simple tickle charm, it broke my concentration enough to tie me up. Tweety Bird even practiced the knots because there was an annoying one on my ass.
Basking in her win, she levitated me on a couch, and just as I did to her at Yule the first time, she stroked my hair: "I told you I would get you back little boy. Now, what am I going to do with you? You know it is payback time do you?"
I sighed: "Fine, I will be your servant for the rest of the day. Congratulation on your win."
Fleur giggled: "Oh no, little boy, that isn't nearly enough, remember those nasty knots you put on embarrassing places? Those gave me nightmares these last months, you have to suffer for that."
I looked her in the eyes and said: "Nightmares Fleur? You want me to believe that? I think they were erotic dreams… or... even wet dreams."
I should have kept my big mouth shut. That day I had to do hard labor, at the end I fell exhausted in my bed with Fleur's last comment: "Even if it is true, a gentleman never tells it to a maiden. Good night little boy."
For the rest of the holiday she never won a duel again, at her last loss I said softly to her: "Have nice dreams about my ropes Tweety Bird, practice your next level of wandless. Spells without pointing your hand or fingers."
Xxxxx
Fleur returned home top of her year all E+, no, not O+, E is Exceptionelle, this is France you know. Well, my days were spent between Gabrielle and Fleur on the beach. Gabrielle turned nine in May, Fleur fourteen in June.
While I was playing with Gabby and the kids, I had to service the adults sometimes, applying the lotion. Even Fleur demanded it. If someone told me last year I would give the population of a full Veela enclave a body rub, I would declare them mad. Now, it is just a daily chore, back and front, tits and pussy, nothing escaped my hands.
Then disaster struck: I got my first boner when I rubbed potion on Fleur's pussy. The boner was not the disaster, but the evil grin on Fleur's face when she noticed Little Dude raise his head. She laid back down, spread her legs a bit more, and said: "You missed a spot Little boy, do it again." Little Dude came to full attention.
The other Veela heard Fleur's comment and noticed my situation, I got hugged from all sides and congratulated on my first steps into manhood. It didn't help Little Dude though. Fleur whispered in my ear: "Happy nightmares, little boy." I groaned In defeat.
I did enjoy The Talk though, Isabella devoted four hours to it. I learned new stuff about women and men that I even never heard about. In the last hour, the Veela girls from ten to sixteen got called in to get educated in the male anatomy. Usually, a husband from one of the Veela is asked for it, but I came in handy.
Everything went back to normal after I learned to control my urges, a paper tissue filled in the morning did the job, putting a potion on the women was fine, but on girls in puberty? They did everything possible to get Little Dude's attention to tease me. Well, it was my last month here, and the girls could tease a boy in a controlled environment without risk of getting raped or abducted, so I enjoyed their attention.
Dueling Fleur on the beach resulted in demonstrating and teaching wandless magic to all teenagers, if I had a system, it would tell I got the teaching skill.
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But all good things come to an end, the last week before my birthday the Tonkses came to pick me up. New good things appeared when Nimmy grabbed me in a big hug: "Naughty Boy! You got big! Come, we go to the beach, your letters about that potion got me curious."