In light of Voldemort's return and the resumption of the war, Hogwarts' defenses had been heavily increased. Albus Dumbledore levied every bit of his experience to shore up any gaps and keep enemies out of the school. Hogwarts was his domain, and no one that he didn't approve of would be allowed to enter.
Really, though, he should have paid more attention to those who were ALREADY inside.
His staff had his full trust. Too much trust, maybe. In the middle of the night, a figure wrapped in a dark cloak that obscured their features gave the password to the gargoyle (Honeypop) and climbed the stairs into the office.
Most of the portraits were sleeping but one was awake. Phineas Black shouted, raising a commotion: "You aren't Dumbledore! Guards! Guards!"
There weren't any guards though, and by the time Fytherly Undercliffe had run between his frames and fetched Dumbledore, the current headmaster found his office empty and one item lighter than it had been.
It took an extensive ten minute search to discover what had been taken. His Pensieve and other rare, expensive magical baubles were untouched. All that was missing was a ruined diary, its pages rotted by potent venom and the contents destroyed by a massive hole that had been stabbed through the middle.
Dumbledore was silent as he stared at the place where Tom Riddle's diary had been.
"You're lucky, Dumbledore," Phineas Black said. "Think about what you could have lost."
Dumbledore turned toward the door, his colorful robes swishing around his body. He lacked his usual jovial expression.
"Phineas, I'd ask that you not speak so casually," Dumbledore said. "After all, I've lost something that may be more precious than any sum of Galleons. And I intend to get it back."
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Professor Sinistra took the floo from her office straight to her home. She had heard rumors that skilled wizards could trace where Floo had gone. She was extra careful in this way, covering her tracks. After she got home she flooed to a friend's house. From there, she apparated to a place close to where she started. Returning to Hogsmeade, she kept her head low and her cloak on while she ran into the Three Broomsticks.
"I'd like a room!" Professor Sinistra said.
She was speaking loudly, which was bound to draw attention, but she couldn't help it. She felt like a spy right now. When had she become so reckless? It was all the fault of those pictures. If she hadn't seen something like that…
No, the problem began earlier. She made the mistake of getting a taste of Harry Potter. Once that happened, there was no way she could live without the young stud. This was the way her repressed lust had come out, but it was always bound to happen one way or another.
"Easy there honey," Rosmerta said. "Relax. I've already got a room for you."
"You… You do?" Professor Sininstra asked.
Rosmerta smiled knowingly and gave her a key. "He's on the second floor. The last room on the right."
Professor Sinistra's heart hammered in her throat. She took the key with shaking fingers, but it wasn't fear that was getting to her anymore. It was excitement.
She climbed the stairs. As she went she threw back the hood and removed her cloak. Underneath she was wearing a dress that clung to her body. It had been in storage for a very long time before this, without any reason to see the light of day. But for once, Professor Sinistra wanted to look her best.
When she opened the door, he was sitting on the bed.
His green eyes turned toward her.
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Harry quickly studied Professor Sinistra's appearance. Her black skin was luminous in the light from the lamp and her curves were immense in her skimpy dress. She was holding the withered diary in her hands. She looked down at it before turning her eyes to Harry.
Sinistra dropped down onto her knees. She placed the book on the floor, then prostrated herself behind it. With her head down and her hips up, her fat ass bulged in her outfit.
"I brought the diary," Professor Sinistra said. "Master."
"Since when was I your master?" Harry asked.
"Since I realized that I couldn't live without you," the professor said. "Since you summoned me the way that you did… With those photographs…"
"I see. Did they make you feel something?" Harry asked.
Professor Sinistra was conspicuously quiet.
"Tell me," Harry ordered. "What did you think?"
"Can't you tell?" Professor Sinistra sounded hungry, and looked starving as she lifted her head. "I got you the journal. I risked my job. So, please… turn me into the woman from your photographs."
She crawled forward swaying her ass. Sinistra put her hands on Harry's knees and lifted herself. Her black hair was in a ponytail already. She had come ready to serve him. While Sinistra waited, Harry opened the fly of his pants and allowed his dick to spring out.
It was still getting hard, twitching and throbbing as more blood pumped into it. Sinistra panted like a dog in heat… or a bitch in heat. She put out her tongue and licked Harry along a protruding vein.
"Say what you want," Harry ordered.
"I want to seeerve you," Sinistra said.
She groaned loudly and plunged her head onto Harry's throbbing meat.
Harry could hear as well as feel himself sinking into her throat. Sinistra looked imploringly at him, begging him to manhandle her. Harry could tell in an instant what effect those photos had had on her; she must have lain awake at night, slamming fingers and her toys into her cunt and throat, desperately trying to pretend that she was the one being fucked instead of her copy.
Now, her fantasies had come true. Harry grabbed her head and casually forced her down his dick, making her gag. Sinistra squeezed his knees for support. Her eyes closed at times as she fought through the choking sensations, but she never kept them shut. She looked thrilled every time that she looked at Harry. He decided it was time to show her his gift.
"I came here with something too," Harry said. "A reward for your brave work."
He reached behind himself and picked up something that had been hidden among the sheets. It was the camera that Fleur had used while he ruined Tonks. Sinistra immediately understood. While Harry held the camera up and rested his finger on the button, she stared straight into the lens with Harry's schlong stuffed into her pretty wet mouth.
Harry snapped his photo. The magic ensured that Sinistra's motions were captured: repeated methodical bobbing. Being photographed in such a demeaning state turned Sinistra on. Harry was clued into the fact that she'd come without panties when pussy essence started dripping onto the floor, forming a puddle between her legs.
"Good girl," Harry said. "Suck."
Sinistra gagged on him until she'd sucked hard enough to make him cum. His balls gave her a thick, streaming load, and she was only capable of swallowing the first third. When she couldn't swallow any more, she pulled her head off of him. It let her breathe again, but meant that the rest of Harry's semen went all over her face. Harry snapped another picture of her dark face with wide white patches all across it.
Still holding the camera up, he said: "Strip."
Sinistra stood up, cum raining from her chin. She unzipped her dress in the back and made it fall. She was nude underneath, with her moderate breasts and impressive thighs. Harry leaned his weight back, inviting her into his lap. His dick stuck up appetizingly, and Sinistra couldn't resist the urge to impale herself on it.
She straddled his lap and dropped her hips down. Her ass clapped against Harry's thighs. Harry snapped another photo that captured her expression of ecstasy when she felt him inside of her.
Sinistra hugged him tightly and rode him hard. She moaned the whole time, directly into his ear. Harry put his arms out and flipped the camera around, taking a photograph behind Sinistra's back of her clinging to him. He would have to study that one later; he knew that her ass would look wonderful in it.
"Does it turn you on, riding a former student who's half your age?" Harry asked. "Go on, professor. Keep bouncing. Keep cumming for me."
"Stop!" Sinistra protested.
"You don't really want that," Harry said.
Sinistra instantly caved.
"You're right," Sinistra whispered in his ear. "Talk dirty to me, Harry. I need it."
Grinning, Harry stood up. He didn't pick Sinistra up, so she was forced to cling onto him to avoid falling. Supporting the weight of her body was stunningly easy for him.
He turned around and moved onto the bed, centering himself. Now Sinistra was underneath him. She relinquished her grip on his shoulders, laying flat while Harry kneeled above her. He was the one thrusting now. He offered no mercy.
"Urk! Guh! Uhhhhhhhhnnnnn!" Sinistra moaned. Harry pointed the camera down at her.
"I like your voice," Harry said. "It's sexy. Keep treating me to it."
The praise made Sinistra's whole body quake. Harry fucked her fast, capturing the way her thighs jiggled with and her eyes rolled up in her skull with a series of quick photographs. Sinistra took his order seriously and continued to moan. It didn't take her long to cum.
"That's it professor. Orgasm for me," Harry said. "I know it's been hard, shut up in that dreary castle. Let it all out."
Professor Sinistra screamed. Her insides turned into a mess, squeezing and flooding. She couldn't keep up with her student. In the bedroom, there was no debate about who was the one in charge.
Not that Sinistra would have wanted the leadership position if she could have it. Ever since she received those pictures, she had been unable to run from the realization of what she wanted. It wasn't just that she needed Harry. She had to be used by him, like an object that existed for his pleasure.
Countless students had passed through Hogwarts lusting after the gorgeous dark skinned professor, but only Harry OWNED her.
He couldn't be happier with the arrangement, and Sinistra clearly didn't have any complaints. So he figured that it was about time they created some proof of ownership.
Harry set the camera aside, just for the moment. He needed both of his hands for this. Harry grabbed Sinistra's arms and pinned them next to her cum drenched face. Harry fucked her in a way that made her legs go straight in the air. Gravity was his ally as he pounded her, smashing her cunt from above without an instant of mercy.
The goal was to break her in the best possible way. After all her bottled up lust, Professor Sinistra's body was reacting like it had been starved. Every bit of pleasure she felt was magnified exponentially. So when Harry mercilessly pummeled her crotch with his monstrous size, she was helpless.
Professor Sinistra couldn't even use her arms, since they were being held down. She was trapped until Harry decided to let her up, and he had no interest in doing that until he'd cum. So he fucked her this way until his balls couldn't take it, discharging a comprehensive load into the professor's crotch. It was the first time he had cum inside of her… but after how well she had done, he decided that she deserved it.
Harry pulled his monster cock out of her. Sinistra's pussy lips dripped with cum, a puddle forming beneath them. Her legs settled on the bed, spread at a wide angle to show her pussy. Harry let go of her arms and picked the camera up again.
"Smile," he said. "You're on camera."
Professor Sinistra shuddered. She looked up at the camera one more time. A dopey fucked silly smile formed on her lips. She made two peace signs and held them up next to her eyes.
Harry took the photograph, capturing the flow of his semen still dripping out of his professor. The big pink tip of his member was in the bottom of his shot, ready to show anyone who looked at it EXACTLY who had reduced Sinistra to the state you could see.
When the photo was developed, Harry was going to need a copy for himself.
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