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filthy fuckslutbitch
09-29-2008, 02:25 AM
Introduction: Harry Potter find death is not the worst thing

This is a story nothing like my others. This is going to be a dark, sexually deviant fic. If this does not suit you please stop now. I do not own any of the Harry Potter books or the characters that are within them. If JK Rowling ever read this fic I would be so embarrassed.

Change Is Not Always Good

Chapter One: Reflecting On a Good Year

Harry sat in the smallest room in #4 Privet Drive. His 6th year was surprisingly quiet. Another Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had been canned due to being a vampire and Harry had also gotten a real girlfriend. It had not been a bad year. He had started dating Susan Bones. She had helped him, at the end of his fifth year, dispatching Draco Malfoy. Later Harry would realize that she had slipped him her number while putting Draco and his goons in the overhead compartment.
After the scare that the Order of the Phoenix gave his guardians he had enjoyed a nice summer. Harry was able to update quite a few things with the freedom he had from the Dursley’s. He no longer wore Dudley’s old hand me downs. Susan had made certain of that. The first chance she had she dragged him all over London on a shopping spree. Sure Harry was still the thin young man. But now his clothing did not make him look like he was on a hunger strike.
Susan’s parents had also helped him get a cell phone. Vernon had drummed up a little ruckus when Susan had called him on their phone. In a choice of good faith Harry agreed that it would be easier than talking on the house phone. That and the fact he caught Dudley trying to listen in on his conversations.
Harry decided to stay in the Dursley’s after having so much fun with Susan and no real threat from Voldemorte this summer. He did think it was odd that Hermione sent him so many letters asking him to go to the Black home. In the end Harry reasoned that she wanted him there so her argument between Ron and herself would not be as heated.
Susan he found out, the second day of summer break, that the Dursley’s, were living only a few blocks away. They started out slow, going to the park and meeting each other. They would talk for hours in the shade from the summer heat. During this time he never thought about anything that happened at school or the Wizarding world. In Harry’s mind it was the best summer of his life.
Like any hormonal teens they started experimenting with physical contact. The farthest Harry got with Susan was third base. They were almost caught by Susan’s mother. Fortunate both still had their clothes on. Susan had to conceal her open jeans behind Harry on her bed. Susan was equally frustrated with being caught as Harry. She promised that they would do more soon.
It was the morning of Harry’s 16th birthday. Harry was shook out of a nice dream by his cell phone. Rolling over his answered with a raspy voice, “Hello?”
“Happy Birthday!” the chipper voice on the other end replied.
The cobwebs of sleep were knocked free hearing Susan’s voice, “good morning miss Bones.” Harry stated with a smile, “Thank you for the birthday wishes. Funny, I don’t see any owls of your bearing a gift.”
“Well silly that is because it is here with me.”
“Cool I will go have some breakfast and be over around ten the morning.”
“Well I don’t want your present to wait that long, seeing as my parents have left for the day…”
Harry sat up his heart beating a mile a minute, “Um really?”
“Yeah, So I want you here NOW!”
With a click the phone went dead. Harry jumped from his bed and threw on the firth thing that was on the floor. If he had aparated to Susan’s house he wouldn’t have made it any faster.
Susan's home was beautiful, with a pool in the back with an ample sun deck. The home itself was like no other. On the outside it looked like all the other rows of two story homes, but inside it was expanded to a huge mansion. There was a protection spell on the entire property like at Hogwarts.
Susan greeted him at the door in a terry cloth pink robe and bunny slippers, “glad to see my boyfriend knows the meaning of the word now.”
Rubbing the back of his head nervously, “I have always heard. Do as your girlfriend tell you.”
A feral gleam showed in Susan’s eyes as she smiled, “then get upstairs in my bed Mr. Potter.”
With a salute they both bolted upstairs laughing all the way. She had Harry lay down on the bed as she went to her closet. She dug around and found a vial that looked like it was filled with Pepto-Bismol. Susan quickly uncorked it and downed the liquid. With a pondering smile, “tastes like bubble gum.”
Harry looked at her questioning. The feral grin came back to Susan’s face, “you’ll find out soon enough.”
She turned and placed her mix cassette she had made just for this occasion. The Song ‘Bitch’ by Meredith Brooks filled the room. She started to sway to the music and dance slowly to her bed where Harry was watching. After the lyrics of the first verse,
“all rolled into one,” finished she leaped on top of Harry pining him to the bed.
She had planned out all the moves from that point. Makin sure by the time he was naked and she was about to go down on the lyrics, ‘I’m a goddess on my knees,” filled the room.
Harry smiled started to chuckle at how cute it was, but was cut to a low groan as she engulfed his member with her mouth. Harry’s eyes crossed and he lay back on the bed enjoying the unreal sensation.
He let out a whimper as she came up for air and straddled his hips. She had trapped his throbbing member between his stomach and her junction that was only being covered by a thin pink cloth of her panties. Harry sat up slowly kissing and nibbling her neck and shoulders. When he got to her ears he slowly suck her left ear lobe into his mouth a low sultry moan emanated while suckling on her lobe.
The sound of his voice impacted with her body. The vibrations sent tremors throughout her very being. There was suddenly a heat and intense tingling between her legs. She almost could not get out of her clothes fast enough, but was able to slow down. She decided to tease Harry a little. Her terrycloth robe was long forgotten lying across the room. Slowly she pulled the cotton shirt over her head letting Harry taking every inch of her newly tanned smooth skin.
The hem of her shirt was about to expose her breasts when she crossed her arm arms and stopped the progress. She smiled with satisfaction as she felt Harry groan in anticipation. She had her top over her head, still covering her perky bosom.
With a smirk she looked down into Harry’s darkening eyes. She had almost lost her resolve and jumped him but she had found the strength to hold back a few more moments. With a shaky breath, “What’s wrong Mr. Potter?”
With a hiss he replied, “This,” as he thrust his hardened cock upward feeling the heat radiating from her junction.
“And what do you think you are going to do with that?”
Harry shook his head as he smiled, “The question is what are you going to do with that?”
She could not tell if it was his husky voice or the fact that his hands were warm and smooth as they ran along her sides. Her resolve crumbled. "Enough play, Harry," she said, lifting herself off him in a flurry of lust. Her excitement was almost to a climax as she grabbed the dainty pink cover to her junction and ripped it off. She threw the torn cloth over her head as Harry started to maneuver himself on top.
She held him in place as he groaned again. She looked at him wanting and explained, “This first time I am going to,” Harry raised his eyebrows as she continued, “you are so big that you could accidentally hurt me and not know it.”
“I would never intentionally hurt you!” his lust building.
She smiled, “I know and that is why I am making sure.”
No more intelligent words were spoken after that. Susan intertwined her fingers with Harry’s and made herself ready for womanhood. She lowered her vulva onto Harry’s gland. Letting it slide back and forth between the folds. Harry had a look of complete bliss on his face as she started. The two of them were in sync with each other. Harry let her use his arms as support as she slowly allowed him into her junction. His resolve was faltering; it took all his being from forcefully invading her. She felt him at the barrier to the beginning of her adult life. Her breathing was deep and calming as she raised herself so that he was almost out of her. She steeled her nerve and gripped his hands tight. Her eyes clinched shut in a grimace. She impaled herself upon what felt like a hot molten spike as it traveled though her body. It was only a few more inches but it felt like at any moment she was going to pierce her heart with his cock. She felt Harry hit her cervix and stop. Even with her eyes closed tight tears trickled from her eyes. She held Harry’s hands like a vice, her knuckles turning white.
She opened her eyes in shock, feeling a little sting as Harry began to disengage. She looked into his eyes and saw the look of worry. She gave him a warm smile and shook her head letting him know not to move. Her legs shook, as she stayed half straddled partially impaled on his manhood. The time seemed to stop before her soreness subsided. Slowly she started again taking him. Her rhythm became faster and erratic and hard as the pleasure engulfed her body.
Harry was moaning with every thrust. There was no one else in the world to them. At that moment all that mattered was that they were becoming one in lust. He felt himself rip through a barrier and there was another barrier that was slowly opening giving him access. The same moment his enlarged gland found access Susan started to quake. A small mew emanated from her mouth as it grew to a feral scream in ecstasy. The walls of her passage gripped him like a vice. The movement and the muscles made a wave back and forth along his length, as he could not stop. With a yell he spilled his seed into her.

End of Flashback

Harry was jolted from his erotic memory of his first time with Susan. The phone was ringing downstairs. The Dursley’s had quietly left for the day, unknown to Harry leaving him alone. With shaky legs he made his way to the phone.
“Hello?” he said breathlessly
“Hello yourself,” he heard Susan’s voice from the receiver.
“I was just thinking about you.”
“MMMM I’ll bet. Mind if I come over so you don’t have to just think about me?”
“Sure,” his voice cracked he could hear her giggle on the other end. He recomposed himself, ‘Sure come on over.’
There was a pause, ‘Harry, I am embarrassed to say this but I lost your address.”
Before she could finish, “Don’t worry about it. I live at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.’
“Thank you Harry,” the voice said, "I will be there in a flash."
Harry only had to wait about five minutes when he heard a knock on the door. He sprinted the short distance and flung open the door. At the door was Susan. She was wearing a long dark draping robe and what looked like oversized clothes underneath. Harry turned and started into the house. He saw out of the corner of his eye that she was not following. “What are you waiting on, you can come in, the Dursley’s are gone," he said laughing.
With his word she stepped in. Harry proceeded to the kitchen, “I am getting me something to drink,” he said over his shoulder, “You want anything?”
“No Mister Potter…”
The voice froze Harry in his tracks. With trepidation and fear he turned to look at Susan. It was not Susan. Harry stood face to face with the killer of his Godfather, Bellatrix Lestrange.

With his word she stepped in. Harry proceeded to the kitchen, “I am getting me something to drink,” he said over his shoulder, “You want anything.”
“No mister Potter…”
The voice froze Harry in his tracks. With trepidation and fear he turned to look at Susan. It was not Susan. Harry stood face to face with the killer of his Godfather, Bellatrix Lestrange.
At the same tine both people grabbed for this wands. His stomach plummeted as he realized his wand was upstairs still. Moody’s voice echoed in his head ‘constant vigilance.’ He looked to Bellatrix who had her want leisurely pointed at his chest. Harry knew he had ruined the blood protection by inviting her in. Like an animal cornered he decided to try going on the offensive and intimidating her. “Come on,” he roared, “try and kill me!”
Bellatrix was unfazed, “Ah poor little Potter trying to act like a big man?” she mocked.
In desperation Harry grabbed the nearest table lamp. As he swung it from the end table the small bobbles and picture frames cracked and shattered as they cascaded across the room. He wielded the lamp like a large club and charged the evil witch.
Bellatrix for w moment was impressed with the young Gryffindor act of courage. The moment seemed to stretch as both peoples adrenalin was coursing through their veins. As Harry came closer Bellatrix yelled, “Impedimenta!” A sliver light shot from her wand and hit Harry directly in the chest. Harry was stopped cold, his body frozen. The lamp was on its down swing directed at Bellatrix’s face. His face was frozen in a silent yell. Only his eyes gave notice that he was still aware on his surroundings as they twitch still staring at Bellatrix.
She lowered her wand and smirked, “you know that is the problem with you Gryffindor. You rush valiantly into the fray without a thought of a plan. That is why I win.” Harry could only stare at her with hate.
Bellatrix pocketed her wand, “Potter I should thank you for leading your godfather to his death. He was getting to be such a bother to my master.” She leaned in and engulfed his mouth with hers. She moaned as she licked as his motionless tongue. She made certain she tasted every part of his mouth before slowly pulling away, she purred into his ear, “I love the taste of young boys in the morning. Wait,” she suddenly grabbed the bulge in his sweat pants, “Potter you are all man aren’t you?” Her hand moved along the still soft member and scrotum. “I can’t wait to have this as my prize on my mantle.”
Harry’s mind was screaming ‘NO!’ his body still unmovable. He could feel everything around him. The sickening taste or her tongue as it left his mouth molested, a mixture of fire whisky, boiled cabbage, and cheep pipe tobacco. He could feel his insides spasm and she manipulated his penis. Slight rasps escaped his agape mouth as his body started to respond to her ministrations.
A wicked grin spread across her face, “Harry, I think you like it.” She let go looking at a pocket watch from her robe, “We have so much time before our rendezvous with my master. I think I know how to kill time.”
She loosened his grip on the lamp and let it clatter across the floor. Like a puppeteer she moved his limbs so he was standing straight whit his hands behind his back. She moved behind his back and with magical ropes bound his hands and feet. She came around to face him again. Harry’s mouth stated to twitch wanting to speak. Grabbing his chin she closed his mouth, “now to find something to keep you quiet. She scanned the room and found a small cheep figurine. She transfigured it into a red rubber ball with a small black leather belt looping through the middle.
Harry found he could now flex his muscles. Bellatrix attempted to open his mouth again to force the ball inside. Harry smirked at her frustration. This only infuriated her. She placed her index finger on his forehead pushed. With a sickening thud he fell on his back. The sudden impacts partially broke the spell as he started to writhe and try to free him.
Immediately she was on him again, “Ropes not enough eh?” She turned him on his side and bound his elbow and knees. She stood and made her way to the kitchen. Harry could hear cabinets and doors being opened and slammed. Pots and other utensils could be heard clattering to the floor. The room went quite for a moment as she reemerged emty handed from the kitchen. With a sudden realizarion she pointed her wand in the air, “Accio Firebolt!”
Harry watch in Horror as his only intact connection to Siriuse flew into the room
While she was distracted Harry was able to bring his knees to his chest. He started rocking trying to roll onto his shins. Harry made it to a kneeling position and sat up to face Bellatrix reappear from the Kitchen. He opened his mouth to scream. It felt like his Adam’s apple was going to be crushed when she grabbed his throat. She forced him back to the ground as the pain from his throat coursed through his body.
She straddles his hips while still holding his throat. She had the ball gag again in her hand, “Open,” was all she commanded. Harry defiantly shook his head tightly while still in her grip.
Harry took a sudden breath of oxygen realizing she had been choking him. His relief was short lived as he felt her take hold of his testicles. A strangled yell emanated from his throat as he felt her try and imbed her nails into his scrotum. His scream became a muffled moan, as the ball was force into his mouth. Letting go of his balls she grabbed him by the hair and jerked him to a sitting position. The ball went farther into his mouth as she fastened the leather strap around his head. His head bounced as she threw him back again.
“That is so you don’t yell too loud while we have some fun. This,” she held a broken mop handle above his head, “is so you don’t try and get up again.”
He was rolled on his side again. He could feel her looping the handle though the rope on his knees and ankles.
As she straddled his hips again she cooed, “Now it is time for some fun.”
Harry had complete control of his body, but it did him no good. The distinct copper taste of blood filled his mouth. When she forced the ball gag in his mouth it caught his tongue between the ball and teeth and his lower canine cut his tongue. Drool and blood were starting to seep around the gag and down his cheeks. His eyes filled with tears of frustration. Ironically he prayed that the Dursley’s would show up and he would be freed.
Bellatrix seemed to read his thought ash she slowly rubbed her hands across his body, “The Dursley family will be gone all day.” Harry’s eyes widened in fear as she continued, “The Order will not think of looking for you for at least three days. Yes I know of your letter you send telling them you are ok. Susan is grounded from her boyfriend. Her parent found out you stuck your dick in her twat. So we have you for a long time.” She ended her little speech with a loud cackle.
She settled herself feeling immense pride that she had him completely at her mercy. He eyes show like twin fires in the middle nowhere. He hands were all over his body and her own. Her mind raced a blossomed with multiple scenarios she could do to defile this boy’s body. She looked at his body thinking something was amiss. ‘Oh’ she thought, ‘he is not naked.’
With a strength that shocked Harry she grabbed the front of his shirt. With tearing of cloth he could feel his hand-me-down shirt being ruined. She held the front part over his head as a trophy. Tying it around her fore heard light a sweat band, “That will do. This way I won’t get anything in my hair.”
Harry saw a flash of silver in Bellatrix hand that had emerged from her back. He could feel a sharp cold feeling as it started running down his side into his pants. He stiffened as he realized there was a knife passing his side slicing his pants and underwear as easily as running it though the air. He shook in fear as she stopped below his groin and did the same to the other side.
Bellatrix could not look any happier as she grabbed the now bisected pans and under garment and reviled her goal. She would not stop staring at the young man’s groin, “Would you look at this?” she spoke rhetorically. She grabbed in squeezed his testicls hard making Harry pitch and emit a high pitch squeal from behind the ball gag.
Ignoring Harry’s painful protest she continued, “I guess the report of you being smaller than Draco are a bad rumor. If you new name after I am through with you was going to be stumpy I would call you Harry Horse.” Putting her hand to her face in fake embarrassment, “Oops! I gave my surprise away. Well I know I am going to enjoy this more than you.” With her last statement she stared fondling Harry’s cock.
Beads of sweat erupted from Harry’s brow as he shook in fear. In his horror and disgust his member started responding to her hand. She kept a rhythm movement till she was satisfied with his erection.
“Look at that Harry Horse’s prick like me,” She said in a sick child like manner, “Now to take my all day sucker.” As she moved down pinning his legs with her body in one swift motion she took him all the way into her throat.
Harry felt his stomach tremor as he remembered how her breath smells and her black and green teeth. He started to gag and fear he would puke subsequently choke himself on his own vomit. He could see the sick woman still bobbing on his betraying member. Suddenly he could feel the tingling in his groin threatening a release.
Harry Suddenly screamed before he could complete. Bellatrix had sense the victim’s loss of control. She shoved his member as far into her throat as she could and bit down with her teeth. Quickly she started sawing back and forth on his member she could feel her mouth fill with blood as her throat filled with seamen.
Suddenly a tiny chime interrupted her. Pulling a rusty pocket watch from her pocket, “look at the time Mister Potter. It does fly when you are about to molest some one.”
With a quick circle of her wand the house reassembled like there was not a thing in the world wrong. The watch kept chiming every second. She wrapped her arms around him and clasped the pocket watch between his and her palm. On the Thirteenth chime Harry felt the familiar pull behind his navel.