Today is a new day people and I proudly present to you the new chapter of my story.

So a few people have asked why Lucius wasn't caught casting the imperious curse twice in the Great Hall, surrounded by staff and students. In the books and movies, I have never seen this specific piece of magic have a color or a specific physical manifestation as many spells do. It's invisible, which leads me to believe its a charm.

Another concern was why would Dumbledore need his manipulations of Harry to become the Minister of Magic as he could have the seat at any time. What one must understand is that Dumbledore wants to highly limit the entirety of magical Britain and he'd have a very vocal opposing force with Voldemort and his minions around hence the need for Harry to finish him off and it all be Dumbledore's wondrous planning that caused it.

That should be it on the questions raised for now so, enjoy.

§ Parseltongue §

Thoughts

'mental communication'

I own only my original characters. Harry Potter and his world are the properties of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter Twelve: Ritualism

The next few days passed with quite a few new occurrences and annoyances beginning with Scarlet. Every morning and evening she insisted on popping into his bed and trying to help him 'release his pent up stress'. On two occasions she'd even managed to get him out of his boxers, proceeding to tell him in a sickly sweet voice that he was 'livelier than old bad master'. This sickened Harry greatly, he loathed being compared to Lucius even if it was just in reference to his bits. The part of him that trained for over a century without any interaction outside of fighting the reaper was warring with him constantly. It simply wanted to take Scarlet over and over again until his pent up lust was sated. Hell, it was partially why she always found him hard when she descended on him. Aside from how his bonded elf was acting he had a variety of strange encounters over the days leading up to Saturday. Girls from every House in his year approached him and thanked him for what he did. It was Wednesday when he was first approached by an unlikely pair.

Stacks of books surrounded the corner desk in the cold library. These books were the thickest to be found and left unopened, barricading one student from the remainder of the student body. Few reached the depths of this cold, unforgiving wing of the library. The average person would miss the fact that a young man with a messy crop of black hair and emerald eyes had hidden away to avoid the well-wishers. The official story that the Daily Prophet and the Headmaster had put out into the world was that Harry had happened upon Lockhart while he accosted an unnamed student, at which point he disarmed and restrained the man and immediately involved the authorities. His schoolmates ate that cock and bull story up, but he was certain quite a few knew the real story. Draco definitely knew, which meant the older students angling to join Lucius as whatever he called his allies knew as well. Malfoy had begun to avoid leaving the dungeon common room unless he had a class. I wonder if he's being punished or tutored. Pansy was being rather tight-lipped about it, though she had developed a habit of catching him when he was nearly alone and hugging him as if he were the last life preserver on the Titanic. He found it rather endearing but Ron had seen it happen a few times and seemed to hate her interacting with him. He'd had to remind his friend that letting emotions dictate his every action could cause problems like he had earlier in the year.

Harry's musings on the hot-headed first among his friends were interrupted by the sound of shoes on stone and a seemingly feminine cough, no doubt to get his attention. Looking towards the noise he saw a pair he'd not expected to see. The sturdy form of Milicent Bulstrode stood sentinel behind The Ice Queen herself, Daphne Greengrass. Her obsidian black hair fell well past her shoulder and her high features were schooled into her trademark emotionless mask. At least, that's what twelve-year-old Harry Potter saw in the pureblood. Harry Potter, roughly one hundred and twenty-eight-year-old, saw the respect and admiration behind her eyes and the tension in her neck as if she were fighting her instincts. That's definitely fear. He'd expected as much after holding back against Malfoy. Sure, some seventh years dismissed it as a clearly defensive style, that he let Draco wear himself out with nearly fifteen hexes before casting three spells, all of which were lightly taxing, to defeat the poster child of the pureblood supremacy. The wisest of the students saw the duel for what it really was, Harry displaying just how far below him his "rival" really is. Daphne spoke to him after coughing once more.

"Mister Potter." She bowed her head slightly, apparently, this was a greeting. Well, I guess I get to be formal today. Harry rose from his seat until he was in a similar upright position. With a deeper bow of his own head he responded.

"Miss Greengrass, Miss Bulstrode. How may this humble half blood help you today?" The pair were taken back a bit by his response. I guess I haven't always been good when it comes to decorum and manners. The startled speaker of the Slytherin girls proceeded.

"I wanted to speak with you about what you did for Pansy." Her ice blue eyes studied the completely passive expression on the face of the Boy-Who-Lived and saw that no response was coming from him so she continued. "She has been having trouble sleeping. She mentions you in her fits, something about saving her." Again the teen studied him before adding more to her story. "When we pressed her, she told us what really happened. I knew that members of your House were meant to be brave, but you killed a man with a sword. How are you not falling apart from guilt in Azkaban?" He quickly checked to see if anyone else was within earshot before drawing his wand and erecting a relatively weak silencing ward. This drew concerned looks from both girls and they drew their own wands. As he finished his spellwork, he stowed his wand again. Not that having empty hands makes me any less dangerous.

"Yes. I killed Lockhart for what he was doing to her." He let a small amount of rage slip past his mask and alter his expression. "I will kill again if I see an atrocity being forced on innocents. I may be from the House of the foolishly brave but I know what I can and can't achieve." The girls had a sharp intake of breath at his willingness to mete out justice. Daphne's mask had all but broken and he could see some raw emotion he had trouble identifying. Milicent was looking like Christmas had come early, though. She spoke for the first time Harry had ever heard then.

"The fifth year prefect told us that the next two years will be tough for all of us in the dungeons." This peaked Harry's interest. He knew little of the climate within the Snake Pit. "The older boys will notice when we mature and will insist on making sure we 'get a head start on learning how to please our future Lord husbands.' As if I'd ever marry a Lord." A very real rage surged through the Boy-Who-Lived.

"So they will take you?" Both of his fists were clenched and his magic was permeating his body.

"Daphne, Tracey, Pansy and Lily will be the choices for the more well-connected older years. I will probably end up being shared by Crabbe and Goyle or used as a warm up before getting to the more pretty girls." Daphne moved to put a comforting hand on Milicent's shoulder but Harry beat her to it. With such close proximity to the two now they could feel the roiling magic now outside his body and both shivered in fear. Someone like this was powerful and not to be crossed. At barely more than a whisper, the raven haired wizard spoke.

"I will put a stop to this." His mind went directly to entering the Slytherin Common Room and beating all the male students second-year and up to a pulp. That was too brash a response, though. He needed a more cunning method for discouraging this activity. "You have my word as the next Lord of House Potter." Before they could respond he summoned his disguised family grimoire, broke his silencing ward, and stalked out of the library. Time to see if Dumbledore really is going to work with me this time around.

His conversation with the Headmaster went swimmingly, ending in Snape being called and a discussion of what measures could prevent abuse without maiming students. Harry had thought the maiming was getting off lightly but had to concede to passive methods of prevention as this was indeed a school. He'd have to wait until summer to begin truly meting out his wrath on the Death Eaters and their allies. Duplicates of many former Headmasters' and Headmistresses' portraits had been made and would reside in every room of the Slytherin common room and dorms. The measure wouldn't stop the problem altogether, but it would alert the Headmaster to how often these things happened. His rage had not fully subsided so he decided to put in a little training time with Anne. He'd been working on a surprise for the reaper in his off time and his current mood might give him the advantage he wanted.

When the raven haired boy entered the room of requirement Anne was standing sentinel as always, she'd given him one more scar across his waist the night before. It was small in comparison to the others but it still irked him greatly. Her sword materialized as soon as the door shut and her stance was set in a purely defensive manner. The variety of blades around the room meant he could get away with not immediately summoning one, he'd taken to only using his physical skills and his augmentations for training with the blonde reaper. Immediately running towards her, he focused his magic into his arms. Anne ducked and thrust out with her blade at his midsection. He let the tip of the blade get near his stomach before attempting to push off it with his hand. His weight appeared to be too much and it sailed down between his legs. With the free hand, he gripped her wrist as he spoke, barely in a whisper, "lumos maxima." His eyes were tightly closed as a blinding flash was emitted from his free hand, now ten inches from Anne's face. Her yell in response to this told him all he needed to know.

"Fuckin' bright!" Her eyes were squinted shut as his opened. Success! Her empty hand had come up to her face, leaving the other only loosely grasping the blade he so hated. Harry grabbed the blade just above the guard and wrenched it clockwise as he wrenched the blonde's hand counter clockwise, freeing the blade of her grip. This was where the plan went sideways. Apparently, a runed blade given to a reaper if not made by Joe himself was fucking heavy. The thud of it landing on the floor seemed to bring Anne back to the right state of mind. The Boy-Who-Lived rolled to the side, casting an overpowered throwing charm at the blade, which sent it flying halfway across the room. He finally summoned a set of cutlasses to him silently as he charged the blonde again. The temporary sensory overload was wearing off and she could hear him approaching as she stretched out her left hand crying out, "accio!" No! Harry uncurled his pointer finger and yelled out a new curse he'd read in his family Grimoire.

"Chromati orbem, frigus!" A perfect sphere of ice, nearly six inches in diameter, formed in front of his hand and darted at Anne with haste. She turned to him, staring at the ball flying towards her, and dove out of the way. This agile movement gave him time to cast a powerful banishment charm on the reaper's blade, affixing it to the wall furthest from the pair. Continuously pumping magic into the charm would drain him, luckily for him, the spell was not a heavy burden to bear. He pushed the advance on the blonde, forcing her into defensive tactics and further from her blade. Dodging every stroke was impossible for her and he began to slowly wear her down. A few harmless strikes to her forearms first, meant more to sting than to debilitate, followed by disrupting her movements with strikes to her legs. Eventually, a well-timed strike on her right ankle knocked Anne flat on her back.

"Oomph!" Capitalizing on her downed position, Harry sat on her stomach and crossed his swords just under her chin. This elicited a second groan from the woman and a vicious laugh from him. With a satisfied sigh, he began.

"You make an excellent pillow, Anne. It's always good to take a seat after a good little workout." Her hands began to move up as he pinched her throat between his blades, giving him the time to put his feet in the crooks on her elbows. It wouldn't do if she were able to break out of this hold now, would it? "Calm down, reaper. I doubt I could kill you but this must be really embarrassing, especially if your master is watching. So let's get this little negotiation over with real quick. Mmkay?" A frustrated grunt was all he got in response. "Good girl. First, I'm sick and fucking tired of you scarring me with that sword, so you're not going to use it in our fights anymore. Second, I want to know more about you. How is it that you can use magic? Also, why the hell is your sword so heavy? I couldn't even lift it."

"In life, I was a witch and a swordsman. As for the sword, it can only be wielded by those attuned to it. Only Master and I are attuned to my sword, so naturally, you couldn't pick it up." She struggled weakly against the weight of the young man on her before continuing. "The scars were to bring out the versatile warrior in you. Until now, you've settled on just your muscles for fighting me. To face what's ahead you need to be both a fighter and a mage." Harry pondered this briefly before beginning.

"Here I thought all you reapers were just skilled fighters that Joe chose." The wizard backed the cutlasses off from Anne's neck and smiled warmly. "So as long as I fight you to the best of my abilities, no more scars? You'll use blades from this room and not that runed one?" She nodded curtly. He rolled swiftly backward and to his feet as Anne leaped to her feet calling out "accio." A shortsword flew into her outstretched hand and the fight was back on. A vicious smile graced Harry's face. "I love this shit!"

Friday was a very dull affair after two days of 'versatility' training Harry was feeling extremely exhausted. Who would have known that employing magic constantly during an already physically taxing activity would be so draining? He'd ended up using far more magic as a distraction than he thought he'd need to for fighting the blonde reaper. Apparently, she had been holding back magically as well and flung an endless cycle of five to ten curses at him while she struck at him with swords from the room. This exhaustion led to the Peverell heir breaking more than his fair share of quills during the tediously long written work his professors gave. By the end of the school day, Harry decided to visit Boros and see if they could knock the rituals out early as he had lived more than a week in five days thanks to the time turners in the room of requirement.

A disillusionment charm hid Harry from the sole occupant of the second-floor girl's room as she was washing her hands and humming quietly to herself. Five full minutes later a first-year girl he didn't quite recognize strolled out of the restroom and it was once again vacant. A quick bit of parseltongue and Harry was moving down the staircase to his favorite chamber in the castle. The stone walls were spotless by now, with a torch hanging every fifteen feet along the wall in a sconce. Boros was a keen cleaner. Perhaps he could replace Filch, he couldn't be more hostile to students than that old bastard.

As he passed through the door to the chamber proper, the last Potter saw the basilisk in his natural form, curled up and apparently sleeping. Creeping closer, Harry decided to sit cross-legged in front of the great beast's face. Time passed and nearly thirty minutes later Boros spoke. § You know you could have just announced yourself when you arrived. §

§ I needed a little break from the minutia of the day and Occlumency exercises ensured I didn't waste the half hour sitting here with you. § Exhaustion was heavy in the boy's voice and the massive snake began to slither up into the statue of his master, emerging a few minutes later fully dressed in his human form.

§ There is still a day until your body will be able to handle the rituals. § Harry leaped to his feet and began stretching his tense muscles in his legs and back.

§ I recovered already by spending a week in the room of requirement using a time turner. § Boros looked surprised at this piece of news and simply nodded for him to proceed to the ritual room. The two made their way to the large room already decorated in runes composed of various materials.

§ What materials are used in this ritual? § He saw a green substance, two different shades of red, a black, and four shades of blue all forming unique geometry and runes along the floor. Boros chuckled at his question.

§ These rituals were fairly small to set up so I did it all at once. The ritual involving the merfolk skin, tentacle of a kraken and nutrient poultice is to correct your malnutrition. § He indicated the leftmost section that was a variety of five point arrays with runes he couldn't identify. § Next is the body enhancement ritual using vampire's blood, unicorn saliva, and liquefied griffon feathers. § He gestured to the second, larger diagram using seven and three-point arrays. Boros continued, § and last is the ritual of assimilation using mine and acromantula blood, broken down musculature from a centaur, and your choice of incubus pituitary gland, werewolf teeth, or a dragon's elemental core. § Harry scratched his head as Boros indicated the third and smallest of the three ritual diagrams.

§ Okay. First, how are those three ingredients going to enhance my body? Second, why do I get a choice on the last ritual and how do those options change the outcome of the magic? § Boros hissed out a laugh.

§ The mixture using vampire's blood will grant you a greater endurance and faster healing without the downside of vampirism. § Harry nodded at this.§ The different final ingredients will give you a different trait based on your choice. § The snake man began to tick off fingers in sync with his information.§ The pituitary gland will give you the extra hormones incubi possess which make them one of the strongest magical beings. The teeth will grant you a resistance to physical damage. Finally, the elemental core will give you a dragon's greatest gift; the ability to breath an elemental force. § A look of contemplation passed over Ouroboros' face for a moment.

§ An elemental force? I thought all dragons could breathe was fire. §

§ Incorrect. The different breeds of dragon can breathe different elements. The elemental core in storage is from a Peruvian Vipertooth so the elemental breath you would have access to is poison. Not as potent as my brand but strong enough to kill almost any wizard with the advantage of a non-bite delivery system. § He laughed again. § Of course, all three rituals will require three pints of your blood to make the changes permanent. Are you ready to begin? §

The Peverell heir set to thinking. What would terrify his friends the least? A stronger body, a tougher body, or an insane ability to breathe poison? The benefits of each would be great, but the choice he makes should have no detriment attached. Poison breath would be a great thing to have, but there would always need to be no survivors when he used it or he'd be labeled dark. The greater physical resistance would be great for fights but would make the use of blood magic much harder and he had to admit he was interested in its applications outside of rituals. § Looks like the extra strength will be what I'm taking today, Boros. § The basilisk walked off and into one of the other rooms, returning shortly with a small crystal vial filled with a small gray bit of tissue he knew was the pituitary gland.

§ For the first ritual, you need to fill in the spaces in the array with your blood. Do not break any of the existing lines with your blood. § He gestured at the five point array on the floor and Harry set to work. Bleeding for a purpose was beginning to grow on the last Potter. Arranging the blood in the way he needed to, however, was not. Twenty minutes passed before he had acceptably coated the spaces in the array. He looked up at Ouroboros with a questioning glance as the yellow-eyed man produced a ring that could put Joe's suits to shame. As he placed it in Harry's hand, the Boy-Who-Lived noticed the dark ring was definitely not made of any kind of metal he'd seen before. It was light, cold, and the color of the void.

§ Place this ring on your finger and speak the words 'prima fronte.' It will record how your body looks at the moment. You will use it again after the changes are complete and until you leave this school for your home. Allow the blood in the center of the array to dry, then you need to disrobe, stand there and focus your magic into the points of the array while I activate the other part of the ritual. §

§ Why do I need to be naked? §

§ Your body is about to have its malnutrition problem corrected. It will grow more robust to reflect your peak condition. §

§ And my clothes as they are now may not fit me. I'm keeping the cloak on, though. § The jet-haired boy followed instructions with his one self-imposed addendum and stood at the center of the fully functional array. He intoned the words as he slipped the ring on his finger and felt his magic being pulled into the ring for a moment before it subsided. Charging the array was simple while Boros walked slowly around him, depositing a small amount of the poultice at each point and every other space in the array. As the last touches were finished and Boros stepped aside, Harry began to feel a deep burning sensation starting in his core and, in an agonizingly slow method, spreading throughout his body. A rough growl escaped his throat as he managed to will himself to stay conscious this time. § Is it supposed to feel like dragon fire is burning me up from the inside out? § His fists were balled up so tightly his nails pierced his flesh, joining the flow coming from his wrists. Finally, his whole body was burning up and a feral yell escaped the young wizard.

As soon as it had started, it stopped. The ritual circle had burned away and he was left standing on blackened marble with naught but his cloak to cover himself. Everything felt...off. His balance, the weight of his limbs, the magic flowing through him, and his sight were all disrupted. Removing his glasses cleared up his sight issue immediately. Oh yeah, this corrected my physical issues. I'm going to need to replace the lenses of my glasses. He summoned his boxers wandlessly and after covering his now slightly larger tackle, he dropped the cloak and began to inspect his body. His muscles hadn't grown much, they had become more toned, defined. His limbs were longer than he remembered, knees not knobbly anymore. I guess that means I'm taller too. His brief inspection turned into an acrobatic display as he began to dodge left and right, balance himself on one hand, and jump nearly half again as high as he normally could.

§ Has the ritual achieved what you'd hoped? § Harry barked out a laugh before he began to stumble. Oh yeah, blood loss.

§ With the exception of the three pints I just burned up, I feel splendid. How long until we start the next one? § Ouroboros threw a small bottle of pale pink liquid at him.

§ Drink that, it is a blood replenishing potion. § The snake man gestured to the second set of arrays. § Using your blood, outline the whole ritual area inside and out with half-inch dots of your blood a full inch offsetting the existing work. § The black haired basilisk cut into his wrist lightly and drew a small triangle on the wall, then proceeded to add the dotted pattern around it. § The outline should resemble this. §

§ Yes, Master. At once. § The young wizard downed his drought and began to work on his latest piece of what he referred to as art. This one took nearly three-quarters of an hour to complete. Again he was directed to stand at the center of the pattern and charge each point in the array. The sensations this time began in his chest and traveled throughout his body on a path eerily similar to how he understood his vascular system was set up. It felt more like a rush of ice flowing through his veins than the fiery burn of the previous ritual. It took a total of maybe ten minutes of feeling like he was going to turn into a snowman before the circle beneath him began to flake away as if a breeze had just blown through the room. A thought occurred to the Peverell heir and he held his opened wrists up to view them seemingly knit back together slowly. Boros hissed a laugh out once more.

§ You will now heal at twice the speed of an average wizard. Sadly, this means you may have to cut into yourself more than once for the last ritual. § The king of snakes gestured to the smallest and final ritual array and handed Harry a large silver basin with another blood replenisher. § This last ritual requires a great amount of accuracy in the rune work. Also, the rune work will need to be on your body. § He coughed and Harry could swear he saw a red shade creep onto the man's features. § The entire body. § At this point, he drained the last potion, cut his wrists with wandless magic and began to drain his lifeblood once more.

§ Can I be unconscious for this one? Please? § The thousand-year-old basilisk sighed.

§ Sadly, no. You must be standing for this. Though you will be put under once the ritual begins. § A growl sounded out from the teen's throat. He shoved the basin into Boros' hands.

§ Blood drained. Do what you need to, I'm retreating into my mind for some occlumency exercises. § The world drifted away rather quickly until he felt a sharp pain between his eyes. He was instructed to once again charge the arrays points and given a command word to begin the ritual. The points were charged and he concentrated hard as he spoke, "Sacrorum!" He was taken by darkness. He felt strange, not so much pain as pure discomfort. When he awoke he felt like he was made of iron. His body had changed, not in size but in some other way. § Okay, is this what more strength feels like? § Boros laughed at this.

§ You feel as though your body is made of steel now, yes? § He nodded. § Two things set Incubi apart from wizards, Harry. First, their muscles are the same size as a human's, but five times as dense. Making an Incubus nearly untouchable in a physical fight. Second, their hormones grant a nearly legendary libido, and an enhancement to the reproductive organs. Go on, check yourself out. § He looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of himself. He was okay before, but now he was harboring a fucking monster between his legs. The human snake laughed even more at the teen. When his glee subsided he gestured at the ring on Harry's hand. § Now that you've inspected your changes, focus on that ring and say 'facies secunda.' Follow it up with 'transistus' and you're ready to return to the school at large. § Harry intoned the words and his body shifted to the way it was before the three rituals. The Boy-Who-Lived gestured towards the incredible ring on his right forefinger.

§ So this will hide all that's been done to me? §

§ Yes and no. As long as you wear it, it will slowly transition from the first to the second set form, giving the appearance of normal aging. If you remove it you'll look as you truly do now, and it will not disrupt the transition process while wearing it. By the summer you should be able to remove the ring altogether, though I imagine you'll have grown more mature by then. § The raven-haired teen laughed maniacally as he clothed himself once more and began to head out of the chamber. As he reached the base of the stairs, Boros called out one last bit of information for the young man. § By the way, you're going to want to sate your lust soon or you'll begin to go mad. It's a side effect of the incubus hormones. § A hissing outburst of laughter followed him as he bolted up the stairs.

Well, I guess I'll have to call in a favor or five.

Scraps of crumpled parchment littered a desk in the library occupied by a currently black haired teen. All of this work was going to kill her! How in the nine circles of hell was knowing the myriad of potions using powdered bicorn horn as an ingredient and their intended use going to help her in catching dark wizards? It didn't help that every twenty minutes or so thoughts of a lean wizard wielding a blade while shirtless kept interfering with her work. She'd accidentally written in the phrase 'terrific arse' in the middle of the description of the draught of madness. It was first among the many pieces of crumpled parchment. Morgana, I need to get laid!

'You know I'm uniquely placed to help you with that.' Laughter rang out in her head, the kind she recognized from her few encounters with the focal point of her issues.

'Why are you in my bloody head Harry?' Her ire was growing with every minute.

'Well, if what I intruded on before was any indication, I was already on your mind Nym-pha-dora.' He'd done it now. She knew he would feel her emotions as she responded.

'Where in Merlin's name are you? I need to curse off your bits.' His laughter filled her head.

'Room of requirement. Careful, you could get what you wish for if you show up.' That's it! She began angrily tossing her work and books into her bag, fully intent on using the Boy-Who-Lived as her own personal spellcasting target. Few minutes passed as she stalked up the flights of stairs to the familiar tapestry across from the door Harry resided behind. Tonks flung the door open, dropping her bag and drawing her wand immediately, only to have it hang at her side a moment later. The sight she observed was not what she expected. Sure, she had seen this younger wizard cut those weird dummies up with a sword before, but he was ripping them apart today with his bare hands. Five dummies were attacking him, and the fragments of wood laying on the floor around him suggested there were much more. Then she saw him punch a hole straight through one of them, point his finger and set another ablaze, then wave his arm and shatter the three remaining dummies before finishing his single-handed bisection of the first. A great exhalation could be heard as the boy with his back to her straightened from his fighting stance. Without turning he spoke. "Well, you made it here quickly, Tonks." The Peverell heir turned to her, displaying a fiendish grin. "Did I manage to piss you off that much?" Deep red eyes bored into emerald as her wand rose once more.

"You called me that name again! I should rip-" Her quarry had advanced swiftly and laid a hand on her shoulder, stopping her mid-sentence.

"Forgive me Nym, the Tonks I remember from before didn't mind it this much." His grip tightened on her shoulder. Shit he's strong for a twelve-year-old! "If you'll give me but a few minutes I can explain why I've asked you here so suddenly and move on to asking my favor of you." The glare was still firmly affixed on her face but her hair and eyes returned to her normal purple and blue respectively.

"Five minutes. Then I start hexing." Harry's grin grew almost maniacal as two cushioned chairs appeared for them to sit on. Once the pair had taken up residence in the plush seats he began.

"So, I have a friend in the castle. Someone with great knowledge for ritual magics and a sadistic humor when it comes to me." A visible shiver ran up the boy's spine. "We went through with three rituals today. The first corrected my malnutrition, then the second one increased my endurance and my body's natural healing rate, and the third made me much stronger physically as well as one great drawback. " A look of wonder passed over the metamorphmagus' face only to be replaced by a look of confusion.

"What drawback came with the strength?" I guess that explains how he manhandled the dummies just now. A grim look greeted the seventh year.

"The ingredient for what he called the assimilation ritual was an incubus pituitary gland." Tonks' whole head turned bright pink at the mention of the sex creature. Harry sighed before continuing. "That gland replaced mine and made my muscles much denser, hence the strength. It also gave me, and I'm quoting the bastard right now, 'a legendary libido, and an enhancement to my reproductive organs.' Those are still all well and good for me but the drawback is that I will begin to go mad if I don't sate my lust." Occlumency was doing nothing for the teen witch in front of the savior of Britain. She'd been intrigued about what kind of fun lay below Harry's belt before, but hearing that he got an upgrade and the stamina to boot was causing her to rub her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate her own frustrations. Oh, the possibilities. No Tonks! He's fucking twelve. But he's hung like an incubus and has the mind of an eighteen-year-old. Another part of her mind piped up. The two sides of the woman warred with each other for nearly ten minutes before she sighed heavily. "I'm sorry Harry, but I can't help you out like that." Damn my bloody morals. Harry laughed a moment and began to fiddle with a ring on his finger.

"Will this change anything?" He removed the ring and instantly the twelve-year-old Harry disappeared, replaced by an older, decidedly hotter looking Potter. She gaped openly at this development. He looked down at himself, now barely contained by his sweatpants and his plain tee shirt. "Did I mention that the first ritual makes me look about two years older?" He flexed his muscles as she sat there kneading her thighs together more noticeably. She finally snapped, leaping from her chair at him.

WARNING: LEMON INCOMING!

Tonks' momentum knocked both Harry and the chair over as she landed on him. Their lips met as she buried one hand in his crop of jet hair and the other explored the muscles under his shirt. A laugh shook his chest as his hands began to roam her sides before finding purchase on her wide hips. The rough feel of them sent a shiver up her spine. Oh, I love this part. She began licking his teeth, demanding full access to his mouth. He acquiesced almost immediately and she recalled the phrase 'legendary libido.' Their tongues fought for dominance before she fell to her partner and allowed him to plunder every part of her mouth. After a few minutes, the need for air forced the now pink haired teen to break the kiss. "Okay, so you know how to snog. What about the real deal?" A soft hand left his locks and traveled quickly down and into the knit pants he wore. Her eyes widened as she felt his member. An enhancement? This was the Big Ben of genitals! Tugging on the soft member elicited moans from the young man, but achieved no greater hardness that she was looking for in a partner. He groaned as her handling got rougher.

"Calm down my little Nymph." A fire began to erupt from the woman as she tugged hard, now using both hands on his manhood. He chose this moment to lay kisses down the side of her neck followed by nibbling on her pulse point while his hands massaged their way up to settle under her breasts.

"Oh fuck...I guess I can...mmmph...forgive that...for now." She could not hold to her staunch dislike for her name if he continued to rain pleasure on her. With a laugh, he rolled them backward off the chair, landing on top of her with a manic grin. His lips collided with hers and his right hand left her chest, slowly making its way down under her skirt. She felt his fingers pass over her crop of pubic hair and then lightning struck. His fore and middle finger had pierced her core just as his thumb ghosted over her puffy clit. She convulsed under the hard body of Britain's savior. Harry gave her no reprieve as each new touch sent a series of electrical jolts through her body and her moans filled his mouth. As Tonks was coming down from her release, The raven-haired teen rose, bringing her with him. Now that they were both on their feet she saw he was no longer dwarfed by her height and instead stood a few inches taller. When she was released from his grip, she pried his shirt off and rained kisses down on his toned chest and abdomen. Falling to her knees, Tonks yanked his pants and boxers down roughly only to be met by her prize, a thirteen-inch monster thicker than her arm. "Gods! Does it get any bigger?" Harry burst into laughter.

"I'm not really sure Nymphy, this is my first time using it since it got super-sized." She surged forward and bit his shaft roughly. He flinched from the unexpected pain only to moan as she moved back before taking his head into her mouth. It was a feat in and of itself that she got the head in at all. As soon as she realized this she licked the contours of the great thing as she concentrated hard on changing her biology. Feeling her mouth and throat complete their change, she impaled herself on his rod. Even with the changes to her physique, taking on the Boy-Who-Lived was difficult. It didn't stop her from bobbing along the full length, though. C'mon! Cum already so we can get the show on the road! Her efforts were rewarded after five minutes as Harry shivered and warned of his approaching orgasm. Not new to sex, she attempted to swallow the coming load but as he began firing rope after rope of hot cum down her throat she realized it wouldn't be that simple. As she pulled off Harry the last five spurts coated her uniform. Nymphadora blanched as she began shedding her clothes.

"Holy shit! Legendary libido eh?" As she pulled off her soaked panties, she stared at the still rock hard erection of her partner. The wizard simply shook his rod back and forth as he sat on the bed the room had conjured for them. She approached him slowly, exaggerating the sway in her walk as Harry took in her beautifully naked form. She knew her full breasts and thin waist would be considered average but her wide hips and perfectly curved ass were her claims to sexual fame. Not to mention her lovely crop of hot pink pubic hair in the shape of a heart sitting above her puffy, drenched pussy. The wonder and lust she saw in his eyes only served to make her want him more. She pushed him back until he was laid flat on his back with nothing but his manhood aimed towards the heavens. A great shiver passed through the metamorphmagus as she situated herself above him. With a great smile, she sunk herself onto his rod as slowly as she could manage. Morgana's tits, just the head of Harry's cock spread her pussy completely, not to mention the miniature orgasm that accompanied every few inches as she sank. When she'd finally sheathed the entirety of his cock inside her, she let out a victory cry. "Full to the fucking brim!" She ground herself in circles while she moaned his name like he was some long-lost sex deity. It didn't take long for her second orgasm to burn through her. Her contractions set off Harry's own release. Rope after rope of boiling hot semen filled the seventeen-year-old and she cried out to her new god. The one with emerald eyes and hair of purest black. Just as she began to come down she felt her Harry lift them from the bed, still embedded in her tight wetness. Oh no!

"You're not getting away with that little bit of work Nymphadora!" His hands had a death grip on her waist as he drew himself nearly out of her, then slammed himself back in roughly over and over. Her cries of ecstasy and anguish filled the room of requirement as Harry showed her what the Boy-Who-Lived could do. Ten minutes of his hard pounding began a new orgasm for the girl with a rainbow colored crop of hair falling to her mid back. Not done with his fun, the wizard pressed Tonks against the wall and really let loose, not allowing her a break from her orgasm as another erupted before the last had petered out. Her throat was raw from the exertion of screaming out his name as she finally decided on raining kisses down on his face. I'm done, this boy has broken me completely. I'll die if he goes on much longer. Thrice more Harry filled her pussy with his cum and nearly nine times she had experienced earth shattering orgasms at the hands of this boy.

LEMON COMPLETE

When he finally laid them down on the bed Tonks couldn't even speak for her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She drifted off into her very first sex coma alongside her distant cousin. A figure not far off stared at the slumbering pair with an envious expression.

"I suppose life is for the living."

Harry woke to a stirring beside him. As he cracked open his eyes he saw a very satisfied looking Nymphadora peering at him with eyes of a light pink hue. "Good morning you beast." Her tone was playful as she gently rubbed the soft manhood of the Boy-Who-Lived. "I'm no virgin but that was definitely a new experience." Harry simply laughed.

"Well Tonks, it was either ask you to help me out or kill the elf that keeps trying to wank me off with it." She burst out laughing at his bit of cheek.

"Morgana's tits! She actually tries to fuck you?"

"Yes. It was her duty for the Malfoy's." A shiver ran up Harry's spine. "One I hope to never force on her again." He looked at her heart shaped face in contemplation for a moment. "Thank you for helping me with this Tonks." She stretched out and moaned.

"Anytime you need it I'm prepared for it." She screwed her face up in concentration again. "There, now I'm marked for you." Harry's discerning gaze raked over the woman until it landed on her pubic hair, now in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen, with that I have but one question to pose to you all. Was the lemon enjoyable? Bring any and all opinions to the table.

That's the end to another chapter friends. Stay tuned for more of Death's Power.