Hermione made use of her hard-won library privilege as early as the next day.
Harry had feared that things would become strange between the two of them. They had been surprised by the way that the experiment developed, and it had left permanent marks on their lives. He thought Hermione might resent him, given the way he had gotten her pregnant, even if they had both been into it at the time. Was that just the effect of the unspeakables' aphrodisiac?
However, Hermione didn't act strangely at all. In fact it seemed like she was in a great mood. Harry was relieved, but also a little bit surprised.
He trained for the next few days, going through his regular routine and waiting for his next mission, until Hermione sought him out one evening when he was in his room.
"Hey!" Harry said when he opened the door and saw her.
"We need to talk," Hermione said.
Harry winced. "Yeah, I know. Look, I'm sorry about how—"
"What? This isn't about anything you've done," Hermione said. "Harry, I think I know how Voldemort came back!"
Harry's jaw dropped.
"You mean that this isn't about how I got you pregnant?" Harry asked.
"What? You were worried about that?" Hermione said. "Of course I wouldn't be mad at you. If anything, I'm a bit peeved that the unspeakables didn't tell us what we were getting into… but I understand that transparency is the last thing they excel in."
Hermione went to Harry's couch and he sat down. Feeling a little bit dazed that she didn't care at all about what he'd been worrying over, Harry followed her and sat beside her.
"I thought you might be upset about how it happened," Harry said. "Since we didn't really have a choice in the matter."
Hermione finally blushed. She had brought a stack of notes with her, and she held them tightly for emotional support.
"I mean, it wouldn't be my first choice for how I wanted it to happen," Hermione said. "But that experiment reminded me of how we got stuck in the vault in Gringotts. At the time, I had been running away from my feelings for you. If it wasn't for that day, who knows how long I would have kept running. And making my relationship with you into what it is has been the best thing that ever happened to me."
Harry's chest felt warm. "Hermione…"
"So I think that the experiment might be like that too," Hermione said. "That in the long run, I'll look back on it and be glad that it happened, instead of being upset over the way it happened. Besides, it's not like this was something I never thought about…"
Harry grabbed her hand, intending to help her relieve her embarrassment, but his gesture only made her blush harder.
"ANYWAY," Hermione said. "That's not what I came here about! Harry, listen to this!"
She flipped to the second page of her notes and excitedly read something aloud: "The Horcrux. A Horcrux is one of the darkest magics in existence. The casting process and its very existence have been scrubbed from all books as much as possible. The way to create a Horcrux is as simplistic as it is evil. It requires the murder of an innocent human life, splitting the soul of the caster and imbuing it into an object."
"So someone could put their soul in anything? Even a sock?" Harry asked.
"I highly doubt the dark lord has done THAT," Hermione said. "He cares so much about seeming impressive. He probably only used heirlooms and powerful items as his horcruxes."
Harry caught something she had just said. "Wait. You think that he has multiple of these?"
Hermione started to look nervous. She fidgeted and bit her lower lip.
"It's impossible to say how many he has," Hermione said. "At least, I can't figure it out. I think that the diary you destroyed in our second year might have been one. You said that there was a young version of the dark lord inside of it, didn't you? I think that was his first one."
"But it couldn't have been the only one, because I put a basilisk fang through it and destroyed it," Harry said. "And Voldemort didn't die. So he must have more."
"There's still too much I don't know," Hermione said sadly. "I'm not even certain that he's made Horcruxes or if it's some other kind of dark magic. I think I could figure it out… if I had access to the diary itself. But the husk is inside of Dumbledore's office. He isn't going to hand it over to us."
Harry was possessed by a sudden feeling of anger.
"Dumbledore must have known," Harry said. "Even if it isn't a Horcrux, he must have been able to figure out what was keeping Voldemort alive all this time. But he never told anyone. Not the Order, and not even me."
"Maybe he had his reasons," Hermione said weakly. Truthfully, she didn't have a very high opinion of the headmaster at this point either. Not after the way he tried to keep her in school instead of letting her join Harry's group.
"He always has reasons," Harry said. "It's just the more of them I hear, the less of them I like." He stood up. "We're just going to have to take one of his toys."
Hermione stood up too. "We can't! I know that you could ask the minister, but they have a hard enough time dealing with Hogwarts as is. Right now, everyone is so scared of the dark lord that they're relying on Dumbledore for protection. The public will riot if the ministry forces their way into Hogwarts."
"Then we just need a different method," Harry said. "We shouldn't even need the minister's help. For something like this, we can handle it ourselves."
LINE BREAK
That evening, Harry assembled an impromptu team. It wasn't made up of fighters like Angelina and Neville. Instead he had Tracey for cunning, Tonks for espionage experience and Order relationships, and Fleur.
Fleur didn't have a specialty. She had just happened to be walking past, and thought what they were up to seemed fun. When a witch as stubborn as her thinks something sounds fun, you just let her join. It's easier that way.
"So we must get into Dumbledore's office?" Fleur summarized. "That does not seem very difficult."
"No, it's actually pretty challenging," Tracey said. "Students aren't given the password, so they can't even make it inside. Plus, even if they could, it's hard to know when Dumbledore is there. He probably has all kinds of defensive alarms set up in case someone enters when they aren't supposed to. I don't like the man, but it's undeniable that he's very skilled."
"Maybe if Harry used his invisibility cloak, we could sneak him in?" Tonks suggested.
"That's a SLIGHTLY better idea," Tracey said. "But it shouldn't be Harry. It would be more likely to work if we sent you, Tonks, since you used to be in the Order. But if you got caught, Harry would lose his cloak."
"Actually, what if we don't have to use the cloak?" Tonks said. "A professor should be able to do this pretty easily. They would know when Dumbledore's office was empty and they'd have the password to get in."
"Not bad…" Tracey said. "Harry, are there any professors you can trust?"
He had the closest relationship with McGonagall, but there was zero chance of her stealing something from the office for him. Hagrid also idolized Dumbledore. Frankly, the half giant didn't have any chance of pulling off a mission like this.
They needed a professor that wouldn't arouse Dumbledore's suspicion. One that the headmaster didn't even realize Harry knew.
That's how she came to mind.
"Good," Tracey smirked. "It looks like you've thought of someone."
"Hey, I don't know if she would do something like THIS for me, though!" Harry said, holding up his hands.
"Ooh. It is a she?" Fleur asked eagerly.
"Let me guess," Tonks said. "Professor Sinistra."
"It's— How'd you know?" Harry asked.
"She's the hottest professor in the school." Tonks said it like it was obvious. "I figure you've fucked her at least once."
"Yeah, that's… Pretty accurate," Harry said. "But it was just a few brief flings. I don't know if I can ask something like this of her."
"No, this is perfect," Tracey said. "You fucked her, and you probably haven't seen her since you left school, right?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "What about it?"
"I know because you're fucking me right now," Tracey said. "If you suddenly stopped and disappeared from my life, I'd go crazy. I'd be so horny I couldn't handle it. We can DEFINITELY use that."
"You're saying we… blackmail her?" Harry said.
"Of course it won't be blackmail," Tonks said. It seemed like all three girls were on the same page. "You'll just make an offer to her. If she can get you the journal, you'll do whatever she wants for a private night, just the two of you."
Fleur slammed her hands on the table.
"That alone is not enough!" Fleur said. "We must sweeten the deal further, to be certain she acts decisively."
"I assume you have something in mind?" Tracey asked.
Fleur grinned. "Leave it all to moi."
Ten minutes later all three of them were up in the loft next to Harry's bed. Fleur had set up a kind of red lighting that bathed the bed in its glow. Harry had already stripped under her direction, standing there naked.
"What now," Harry asked.
He was a little bit nervous about the camera that was in her hands.
"First, we must make you hard!" Fleur said. "It is necessary for this to work."
She took matters into her own hands by grabbing his dick. Fleur's fist moved along Harry's shaft with calm, confident sensuality. His dick quickly rose from its flaccid state.
"Just a bit more… That is perfect," Fleur said. "Now, pose just like this. Move one hand here, and the other arm here…"
She made Harry lean against the headboard, his huge dick jutting out. Harry was already feeling embarrassed, then Fleur picked up the camera and snapped a photo of him.
"You're not going to send this to Professor Sinistra, are you?" Harry said.
"Non," Fleur said. "YOU are going to send it to her, saying that you miss her. But that is not all we will be sending. TONKS!"
Tonks stripped out of her clothes. Her skin darkened and her bum expanded as she became the spitting image of Professor Sinistra herself and dropped to her knees.
"Go crazy," Fleur instructed.
It had been days since Tonks got a turn with Harry, and she was clearly missing the taste of his meat sword. She plunged her lips onto him, sucking him off with abandon.
"GLUCK!" "GLUCK!" "GLUCK!"
"If only we could send those noises with these photos," Fleur said. "You are doing wonderful dear. Keep at it!"
Fleur ran around snapping photos from multiple angles. Harry recognized the tool she was using as a wizarding camera. That meant the images it captured would be able to move. Basically, they were making homemade porn of the professor to send to her as a booty call. Harry got turned on and grabbed Tonks' transformed head.
"Yes, a few shots like that would be wonderful as well, Harry," Fleur urged him. "Use her throat!"
Harry held the head of the fake professor and started to fuck her mouth. His dick pounded into her and made choke sensually.
"GLACK!" "GLACK!" "GLACK!"
"Look at those tears!" Fleur said happily. "Her eyes are running in an excellent way. I cannot wait to see how her makeup trails."
Standing at the back of the loft, Tracey was watching Fleur's scheme develop with a contemplative look.
"Make sure you pull out, Harry," Tracey said. "That will be the winning shot. We can't afford to miss out on it."
Harry nodded. He was panting. His core flexed while he was fucking her face. When his thrusted his huge dick into her mouth, juices would shoot out of Tonks' nostrils. She reached her hands up and fondled his balls with pure love while he was pounding her face.
"Oh… fuck," Harry groaned.
Finally, he dragged his dick out of her mouth like he'd been instructed. His big white phallus smacked down across Tonk's borrowed, dark face. His size dwarfed her features, going from her chin all the way up to her forehead. Harry's balls tightened as he came.
The first few spurts landed in her dark hair. After the second spurt, the final half of his orgasm dribbled out of the slit of Harry's member in thick strands that landed on Tonks' forehead and kept dripping down. Like Fleur noted, her mascara and lipstick had been spread around by the way he fucked her face. Trails of cum added to the mess, making her appearance a dripping mess.
Fleur leaned in and got exactly the right angle of Professor Sinistra's face, Harry's dick still blotting out half. The red light added an extra sensual feeling to the photo, as if it had been taken inside of a strip club. Fleur only took one photo from this angle, immediately knowing that she had gotten a winning shot.
"Perfect!" Fleur said. "I give it three days before we have the diary in our possession. And one of those is just to send the letter."
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